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Wished We Never Met

Seungmin x Reader (fem.) Genre: First Love-Second Chance Romance au!, Friends-to-Lovers, Angst, unrequited love, hint of Fluff Warnings: mentions of drinking, cursing, death by accident, somewhat proofread WC: 4.8k A/N: Found the draft to this old fic of mine, I loved writing it then so had to rewrite now for old times’ sake.😔 (sorry jeongin agsgsgs) Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

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The reception hall glimmered under the fancy chandelier lights, the thrum of soft music creating a comfortable, yet exciting atmosphere. One by one, elegantly dressed friends and family took to the floor, their heartfelt speeches making everyone shed tears. Celebrating the union of the two lovers.

Yet amidst the joy, the bride’s best friend sat in a daze. His teeth gnawed at the inside of his cheek, leg trembling slightly. From the nerves. From the whirlwind of emotions that he had mastered to hide.

All he wanted was to escape, to flee this beautiful venue and not look back at the bright lights and romantic ambiance that suddenly felt suffocating.

But he couldn’t. Not when his best friend cast that soft, knowing gaze in his direction, her eyes glistening as she listened to her mother’s speech, well wishes that made her eyes prick with happy tears she quickly brushed away.

And so, all he could do was stare.

He hated the way she smiles. The way her mouth parts into that toothy grin, lips curving, cheeks rising. Her eyes crinkling, sparkling with joy. He hated the sound of her laughter, its vibrations just enough to tug at anyone’s heartstrings.

His heartstrings.

Again. Her twinkling gaze was something he hated, the way her eyes always lightened up when she looked at the man she met two years ago at some book signing.

The man that she claimed was the love of her life.

He hated it. He hated him. But he wished he was him.

“—Seungmin.”

The way she whispered his name, her fingers grazing his hand as if it meant nothing to her but everything to him, was what he hated the most. Making his heart race with loud beats he was sure she would hear if it was quiet enough. The thrumming in his chest, the hot sensation that surged through his entire body, from just her gentle stare he swore he hated, was enough for him to push away all those negative thoughts.

“Good luck, I love you.”

Those words lose their magic when he has to stand before a crowd she had invited. When he had to express all the wonderful things he could say about her and her new husband.

He looked at her, at her groom. And the lies came out all too easily, a facade of smiles, a mask of happiness.

Because he could never bring himself to say “I wish we never met.”

“I wish we weren’t friends."

“I wish…she would have chosen me.”

Those words stay lodged in his throat, heavy and suffocating, too painful to voice aloud for everyone to hear.

For her to hear.

Instead, his hand gestured toward the couple, and words he didn’t truly want to say flowed out with surprising ease.

“—Jeongin, you’re a lucky man, I hope you make my best friend the happiest woman in the world. I wish you both a wonderful life together.”

Her new husband was a lucky man.

That part was true.

He must have done something grand in a previous life to live the one Seungmin longed for now. To sit next to his her. To marry the girl who he wished he had never met.

Y/N. His best friend.

The forced smile persisted, placing down the mic that he didn’t realized he had gripped a little too tightly while he spoke. The crowd erupted in cheers and applause, a wave of joy that felt distant to the bride’s best friend.

The newlyweds shared a kiss, and Seungmin had to look away.

They say that when you love someone, their happiness should be enough for you.

But the best friend wondered if that was true. He couldn’t grasp the idea. How could he find joy when she wasn’t truly his?

It was things only a fool would come up with. To make themselves feel better for losing out on the girl.

Yet, it was at that moment that Seungmin realized he was a fool. That he shouldn’t stay.

He couldn’t stay.

A fool, who couldn’t watch her live her life as someone else’s lover, someone else’s wife, while he withered away at the sidelines. It would be cruel.

He would rather die.

He wished he never met her.

The years apart from her were just as painful as the years spent pining at her side. Sometimes, they would feel even worse.

When he would come home after an exhausting day at work, pulling away at his tie. He’d stare at the silence, at the emptiness of his flat, and think about Y/N.

Wonder what she was doing, how she had been. If she was happy.

He’d listen back to her voicemails, her cheery tone always carried loud in the air of his lonely apartment.

Her once best friend often thought back to their college days, to the moment they first met, he wishes it could all be undone.

He kept trying to remind himself how much he should hate her. Yet, as he stared at the ceiling late at night, he couldn’t think of anything but her stupid smile, her loud laugh, and her piercing gaze that drove him mad.

He wished he never met her.

Almost four years after he hugged her goodbye at the airport, shifting across the world for a job he didn’t particularly care for, but chased in desperation to get away, Seungmin saw her again.

He had promised to stay in touch. When she had cried in his arms before he left, saying goodbye to her best friend.

He promised to keep in touch, hop on video call, send emails. Anything that allowed them to hear each other’s voices, stay in each other’s lives.

But he didn’t, because he wished he never met her. Because he was too busy pulling away.

Four years later, when he spotted her in front of some flower shop, his first instinct was to run. Yet, his legs betrayed his thoughts, leaving him frozen in place.

His eyes drank in the sight of her. The fluttering feeling that he still suffered from intensified at just that mere glimpse of her. And even though there were clear changes from the time spent apart, Seungmin recognized her instantly, his eyes drawn.

There was no sign of her lucky man, just her.

It felt like time had frozen. Like they stood there forever. Y/N, lost in the flowers while he watched his own blossom, her.

He fought his thoughts. The ones that reminded him that he hates her, he should be hating her.

But her hand gripped his arm, pulling him from his thoughts, immediately back to this moment where she stared at him with wide eyes.

Shocked. Surprised.

He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling sharply. His heart beating erratically at her stunned form in front of him, so close. He hadn’t noticed her walk over, and now his mind was in a whirlwind, leaving him speechless.

“S-Seungmin!?” Her surprised voice and the beautiful smile that her lips morphed into, warms him.

Pathetically.

And before he could think, before he could respond with words, she pulled him into an embrace. Her arms, tight around his frigid figure.

Time seemed to have stopped once again, but he could feel the slight tremble of her body against him, hands gripping his coat.

She was crying. And his chest felt heavy.

“I missed you.” She whispered.

He missed her too. But the words refused to come out.

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The once best friends had met almost a decade ago.

Innocent freshmen in college, unsure of what was to come next.

The memory of it all was vivid, something Seungmin wished to forget but knew he never could. The image of her imprinted in his mind.

Y/N wore that bright red oversized hoodie Seungmin had stolen sometime after, still tucked away in the back of his wardrobe. Her clearly lost figure stood in the middle of the hall, attempting to take a step to the right, or maybe she should have gone left.

There was a printed schedule in hand, crumpled, perhaps from fishing it out of her pockets, from the frenzy she seemed to be in.

And those deer-in-headlights eyes that Seungmin couldn’t forget, ever.

Wide when he asked if she needed help. Eyes blinking rapidly before she slowly nodded.

They found themselves walking into the same lecture hall, sitting right next to each other, sharing awkward smiles. She had sighed in relief. Turning to face him with a grin he would find himself attempting to hate in the near future.

“I thought I’d never find this class, thank you—”

Y/N looked at him expectantly, yet even before he could respond with his name, her eyes flickered down to read his notebook, her eyes twinkled.

“Thank you Seungmin!” She beamed.

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Seeing her now felt like the first time all over again.

Except everything about it was different.

Her hair was styled in another way, her makeup style felt foreign. She had a slimmer frame, and a grey coat that wrapped her, nothing near the vibrant red hoodie.

“So, how have you been?” Y/N asked, looking up from her coffee.

Her voice was softer, calmer. A clear difference from what he remembered last. She’s changed.

He wished she hadn’t.

“Nothing much, just busy.” Seungmin replied, finally finding his voice.

His lips forced a smile he had perfected. Attempting to play it cool.

But an expression he couldn’t quite decipher crossed her face, yet her own soft smile still lingered.

“You’ve gotten so busy you’ve forgotten me, huh?” Her words were slightly playful, slightly something else.

But still, they cut deep. A pierce in his heart he couldn’t mask, his mouth parting yet void of any sound, ultimately at a loss for words.

How does he tell her the reason? The real truth?

How can he admit he’s stayed away because he hates her, because he wished he never met her?

Instead, he lied, his perfected facade of happiness etched across his face.

“You have Jeongin! You wouldn’t have felt my absence anyways.” He laughed, but Y/N didn't.

Her smile faded and he found his falling as well.

“Jeongin.” She repeated, her voice low, but her lips thinned into a gentle smile.

“...He passed away in an accident two years ago.” She tried to hide the hurt in her voice, but he heard it.

He inhaled silently, shock crossing his face. His heart sank, at the news he had gotten much too late.

At the expression he was not used to seeing on her face.

“I-I tried calling you, Seungmin—I needed you.” Her words were tinged with frustration, laced in sorrow.

He suddenly wished he never met her. But not because of the usual reason.

Because if he hadn’t met her, then he wouldn’t have hurt her.

Her vulnerable figure suddenly looked so small to him.

A whirlwind of emotions surged through him as he sat in disbelief, his throat dry, unable to speak. Processing everything.

Jeongin’s death had probably left her a mess. She must’ve needed her best friend at her side. Yet, he was no where to be found. He chose to hide away, afraid to get hurt, afraid that a glimpse of her perfect newlywed life would shatter his heart into even tinier bits of pieces.

He ran away like a coward.

Y/N wiped away the few tears that managed to escape, breathing in before offering a faint smile. One he wasn’t used to seeing from her. One he doesn’t like, he decided.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to make you feel bad. You don’t owe me anything. I’m sorry…” Her voice trailed off into a whisper, gripping at the coffee cup to calm her nerves.

They sat in a heavy silence, still, while everything around them seemed to move in its own hustle and bustle. But finally, Seungmin mustered the courage to stand. Looking down at her with an unreadable gaze.

Her figure followed, misunderstanding that he was leaving, perhaps truly in a rush to do something she had kept him from.

“Well, I guess you’re busy—” She began, but he cut her off with an embrace.

A sudden tackle of his arms that engulfed her in them tightly. Yet after the initial surprise, her tense body instantly relaxed, her form shaking once more in the warmth of his hug.

“I-I missed you.” She cried, her voice muffled against the fabric of his coat.

“I missed you too.” He responded, his voice cracking.

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They’ve kissed once, but both swore it was just a dumb mistake at a college party. It didn’t mean anything. It was just a dare, stupid spin-the-bottle shenanigans.

They were sophomores, still naive. Still trying to figure things out.

School, studies, love lives.

Yet she wasn’t aware that he had been on cloud nine during that kiss back then. Unaware that he lied and it meant something.

It meant everything.

He started wishing he never met her.

They’ve both dated others, partners they’ve liked, disliked for one another. But Seungmin always found himself returning to her, expecting comfort and company.

He poured out everything to her, in his worst times, yet when it was her turn, he was across the world, dodging her calls. He was too busy hiding.

Seungmin didn’t intentionally ignore her attempts to reach out, her calls, her voicemails. Emails he couldn’t find the courage to respond to.

After his move, they kept in touch for a while, but then life got in the way.

He was in a new country, new job. He was getting used to an independent life without her by his side.

Y/N was a new wife. She was working, creating a home. A new chapter of her life that didn’t leave room for a third person.

Their calls dwindled from twice a week to once every few months, until one day, they stopped altogether.

Although she did reach out from time-to-time.

One-sidedly.

It was always one sided. Seungmin was too afraid he would crack, he would pick up the call on a night he drank a little too much in attempts to distract himself from thoughts about her. He was afraid he would confess everything.

Tell her how lucky her husband was. Tell her how much he hated her smiles, her laughter. How he hated her piercing gaze that was able to read everything but all those fucking feelings he had felt for her.

She had invited him for get-togethers. To reunions during the holidays when she was sure he was free. But he never responded.

“You’re allowed breaks, man. I promise.” She once said in the last voice memo he had of hers before he changed his number.

Her voice booming loud with words he had memorized from replaying it often.

But he claimed he was busy.

He wished he hadn’t met her.

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“Seungmin, is that you?” He heard her voice from inside, in the bedroom.

“Yeah!” He replied, closing the main door behind him, taking in her apartment for the first time.

There were pictures of her and Jeongin lined on the walls, pictures of the two of them framed on a side table. That goofy one from a Halloween party in their junior year of college, still made him chuckle to himself.

The furniture was cozy, the air smelled like her perfume. The sight of the decorations were things he instantly connected to her, giving away to her personality. There was a pile of her favorite novels from her favorite author, stacked on the coffee table. The sight of which made Seungmin stare with a bittersweet smile because he knew Jeongin had liked them too.

“Was the place hard to find?” She asked, rushing out with that beautiful smile, hugging him softly.

His eyes took in the beautiful sight that was her, before quickly composing himself. He shook his head, handing her the bottle of wine he picked up on the was. He doubted they’ll drink it though, neither of them particularly liked wine.

She stared at it for a moment before her eyes flicked up at him, gazing at him with a teasing expression.

“What?” He voiced out, although he could tell what she was thinking, holding back a smile.

“Nothing.” She shook her head, attempting to stifle back her own laugh that fell out easily.

He couldn’t help but mirror, his lips parting into a wide grin at the soft sounds.

“I couldn’t just come empty handed… it’s my first time here.” He shrugged, only for her to laugh even louder.

The evening flowed smoothly. She told him about her job. How she had been since Jeongin’s passing, her mundane life as a young widow. He told her about his new position after being transferred back here. She teased him about working with a girl they both had gone to college with.

One she had assumed he had a crush on for some reason back then. A misunderstanding he had never corrected.

He laughed it off.

He wished he never met her.

But he couldn’t stop meeting her.

His feet would automatically walk until he stood outside her place. At her door. His fingers would press her contact on their own. To call her at random times and ramble about anything and everything.

They would go out together frequently for lunch, for dinner. To their favorite restaurants and eateries from back in the day. They spent a day at the beach, went to baseball games. They watched a dumb movie they made fun of on the way home.

He helped her around her place. Replacing that foyer lightbulb that had flickered for a good two days before it died and made Seungmin bang into her shoe rack on their way back from another night out. He hissed in pain, glaring at Y/N as she burst out into loud laughs.

Sounds that he was supposed to hate.

But he found himself chuckling along. Seungmin found himself falling deeper in love with her, uncertain of how she felt. Once again.

He was returning to that place. The one he hated. The sidelines that made him wish he never met her.

Their friends who were once mutual, who he reconnected with after his return, started to notice that she’s changed. Or perhaps returned back to her old self.

She smiled more, and left the house more often. She would crack dumb jokes again, things he didn’t know she had stopped after Jeongin. After he left.

Seungmin was glad he was the one bringing about that change. He was letting her pour out.

She cried in his arms one night.

For Jeongin, the evening of what would have been her fifth wedding anniversary. So they rented a sailboat on a whim, yet instantly felt stupid, staring at each other in their life jackets, wondering who would steer. Neither of them knew how to sail, a fact that made them burst into endless laughter.

They stay at the dock, talking, laughing, crying.

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It had been a year and some months since they’ve reunited. A year and more spent together, stuck to each other like glue. Like back in their college days.

Yet now, Seungmin found himself falling into a slight worry.

He was waiting for her at the movie theater, but she seemed to be running late. He glanced down at his watch, arms crossing over his chest as he stood in the lobby. His legs fell into a steady but slow pace, looking up every now and then towards the entrance hoping to see her emerging figure.

But she didn’t and anxiety began bubbling within him. Time continued to tick by, and he tried to call again. She didn’t pick up, again.

He glanced down at the time once more, the movie had started, yet she wasn’t here. Uncommon for Y/N who took arriving on time a little too seriously.

Before he could try to ring her, the call of his name made his head dart towards the direction.

“Oh Seungmin, hi!” It was his coworker.

The one Y/N thought he had a crush on.

The one he definitely did not have a crush on.

“Great to see you here! What movie are you watching?” She asked.

Seungmin smiled, looking up at the large overhead screens of movies playing tonight, pointing at the name of the one they planned to see.

His coworker narrowed her brows. “I think the movie started already.”

“Ah, I’m still waiting for someone.” He replied with a smile.

“Oh, Who?”

His lips parted to speak, yet even before a word came out, he felt the brush of a figure against him. Her body flush against his.

“His girlfriend.”

Y/N’s arm linked into his, and he was momentarily stunned, turning to look at her with a sudden surprise. Mind still stuck on the words she had uttered.

She chatted some more with his coworker. A brief conversation he had zoned out from. Her introduction replayed in his mind over and over again.

When the coworker he didn’t have a crush on left, Y/N finally turned to him. Her smile wide, a hint of mischief, a hint of something else.

“Sorry I’m late, I got held up in traffic.” She began, her cheeks flushed with a twinge of red.

But all he could do was stare. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, but none formed words. Instead, he glanced down at their linked arms, then back to her.

Her own eyes followed, and she inhaled, as if she decided something. There was a sudden boldness in her actions, as she slowly trailed down her hand to find his, her fingers wrapping around his own.

She cleared her throat, her eyes locked on their intertwined hands. Unaware that this very act had made his heart erupt in his chest.

Y/N wasn’t sure when these feelings began to take root inside her.

These emotions of love. Of romance, that she was sure had faded when she lost Jeongin. Yet, here they were, perhaps lying dormant.

Waiting for her heart to heal.

Feelings that stirred awake when Seungmin had stared at her with that intent but soft gaze that one night.

She was convinced she was losing her mind. Surely, it was just the thrill of rekindling their friendship after so long apart. The giddiness of rediscovering experiences she hadn’t enjoyed in ages. The rush of feeling alive. And the person that made her crave all these things she didn’t realize she missed was Seungmin.

Seungmin, her best friend.

Seungmin who was her best friend.

Because somewhere within she had noticed. That he wasn’t the same guy she remembered. He had changed, grown into someone more charming, funnier, dashing even. Full of good changes. But still, things she wasn’t used to. A version of him she didn’t recognize.

Seungmin looked at her with the eyes of a stranger. Or perhaps, the eyes of a man.

Her cheeks flushed when he smiled, when he opened the door for her or pulled out a chair. Simple gestures that shouldn’t have made her feel special, but they did.

They still do.

And that night, after they had finished laughing at the show they had both mocked with commentary the whole time, Seungmin had fallen asleep, his head tilted back against the wall. All Y/N could do was stare at his lips, a sudden urge to kiss him washed over her.

She stiffened, instinctively moving away from him, the warmth between them replaced by the chill of the air.

Suddenly, everything he did made her cautious. His light touches, his lingering stares, his protectiveness. His random visits, helping around the house that felt so intimate, so domestic, that it made her stare at him with such intensity she felt slightly afraid. Even his groggy morning voice when she called him randomly, coaxing him into whatever wild plans she had, started to make her cheeks tingle.

Her heart began to race once again. Beating rapidly, erratically at the mere thought of him.

When Y/N watched Seungmin talk with a coworker from a distance, a surge of heat rushed through her, a twinge of jealousy sparking inside.

And even if they weren’t standing particularly close, and there was no flirting happening, the mere thought of him having a crush on someone else unsettled her.

Before she knew it, her feet were moving on their own, her arm slipping into his. And then she declared it. Voicing what she had feared to say aloud. Something she found herself wanting from the moment she realized.

“His girlfriend.”

She had gotten bold. She had even grabbed his hand. The adrenaline rush from claiming him as hers made her forget for a moment. But now, as she stared at their hands. His fingers tangled in hers, warm against her skin, she felt a surge of fear.

A sudden embarrassment washed over her, and she swallowed.

Y/N slowly stilled and instantly pulled away, her shocked eyes trailing up to meet his disappointed gaze.

“Is this too weird? Oh my god, I should’ve asked you first! I’m an idiot.” She was mortified, beginning to ramble, flustered and embarrassed.

Before he could think, before she could say anything else. Seungmin pulled her in. His palms cradled her cheeks, staring at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch in her throat.

“You don’t need to ask.” Seungmin dove in and finally kissed her.

Her wide, surprised eyes slowly fluttered close, and she kissed him back.

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Y/N had gushed about the “beautiful—no, the most gorgeous man” she had ever met, her heart racing as she recalled the moment her best friend would come to envy.

Seungmin who stared at her from his desk back in his college dorm room, had tasted bitterness from the sight of it.

He hated it. He hated that so-called gorgeous man.

He hated her.

He wished he had gone with her that day. To that stupid book signing he thought would be too boring. Seungmin should’ve ditched his own plans. Maybe she would’ve never met Jeongin. He wouldn’t have let her.

The day she went on her first date with the so-called gorgeous man, Seungmin was on his way to her place. He saw them when he pulled into the parking space in front of her building, smiles lighting up their faces.

The awkwardness in their air was anything but uncomfortable, the tell-tale signs of shy smiles and a blossoming romance Seungmin despised already blatant in their demeanor.

He gripped the steering wheel, a bitter feeling had washed over him.

He hated it. He started wishing he never met her.

Yet some years later, he would have never imagined they’d be here.

They’ve lived brief chapters of their lives that didn’t feature one another, yet ultimately found their way back to each other’s side.

They’ve kissed before, and they promised to forget. And here she was now, kissing him, marking him as hers and only hers, and that blissful feeling he craved washed over his entire being.

They continue to kiss, continue to make memories that belong to them and only them.

In the coming year, he would gather the courage to ask her to be his forever. She would cry, pulling him into her arms, whispering “yes” over and over as she kissed him again and again.

They’ll call each other silly names, relearn things about one another, bring back old quirks and habits. He’d come home from work, and she’d tackle him with her fit of giggles, washing away the exhaustion that he tried to bring with him.

He wished time would stop. He wished he could forget all those times he pushed himself to hate her.

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“I love your smile.” Seungmin whispered, his lips brushing against hers.

An action that made her erupt into a fit of giggles, breaking the silence in the room.

His arms snaked around her to hold her in place on his lap, eyes taking in the sight that is her.

“I love your laugh.” He continued, his nose grazing her neck, trailing soft kisses down to the sensative spot he was all too familiar with.

Y/N’s laughter immediately ceased from the tinglyness his lips brought, from the fluttery feelings he ignited. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, warmth radiating between them as she steadied herself over him.

“Kim Seungmin. Please, don’t tease.” Her voice was soft as she pulled back to meet his gaze, awaiting.

Desperate.

“I love that gaze.” His tone dropped, finally leaning in to kiss her deeply, until they became a tangle of limbs on the couch.

“Fuck, I love you.” He mumbled against her mouth.

She laughed softly again as he tugged at the bright red hoodie over her head, tossing it aside with a sudden urgency. Her fingers traced his jaw, then glide down to rest on his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically against her palms. Staring down at him with the most gentle gaze, eyes glimmering as she took in the sight of him.

Seungmin, her best friend. Her lover. Her husband.

“I love you too.”

She left a lingering kiss on his forehead, looking into his eyes once more with that beautiful gaze he loved.

“Happy anniversary, baby.” He whispered.

Y/N kissed him again, and he didn’t let go. Seungmin would never let go. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ end.

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teawithsatanx · 1 year ago

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okay, look. i've been having some weirdass dreams recently. it's been a thing. but last night was probably my magnum opus and i want to share it with the world. for science.

i'm getting married to the least likely person i'd ever marry in my entire life; elon fucking musk. trust me i know, its disgusting and mkaes me ill thinking about it. my bridemaids line behind me is long, 10 really famous celebrities long. my maid of honor? cate blanchett. why her? not sure! i enjoy her as an actress but she's not one of my favorites.

we're at the vows part of the wedding, where grimes is my officiant. because obviously. its the best place for her to be. and we're at the bit where "if any who object to this union wants to object, step up now or forever hold your peace" (actually she might have said peas here now that i think about it). and there is a massive crowd as the audience but its been dead silent this whole time and continues to be.

then... i hear it. the sound of my bouquet dropping and cate blanchett's heels moving behind me. i turn to face her, but that's not cate blanchett. its angelina jolie (who was apparently my 8th bridesmaid). and her mouth is open and even though she's right next to us on the altar she screams as loud as she can "I OBJECT!"

i gasp in such a way that makes one feel the hurt and pain of the objection, shock and awe rippling through my body as if i cannot believe my maid of honor, angelina jolie, would ever do such a thing to me.

so angelina and i argue for at least ten minutes about the sanctity of marriage and how deep my love for elon musk goes (disgusting by the way. hate it). and eventually i get sick of arguing with her, and turn to elon who has been silent this entire time. just standing there with a smirk on his face as if he expected this shenanigans or something.

practically sick with the way my wedding day turns out and how elon is looking at me i state, "alright, if you're so smug. pick me. choose me. love me." and if you greys anatomy girlies know the pain behind that quote you know it was said with feeling.

and for some odd reason bringing out this specific quote makes elon freeze up and his jaw drop, eyes wide. like he would never expect me to break out such harrowing quotes. maybe he and i bonded over our love for medical dramas i dont know.

then, he steps down from the altar and down into the aisle and it suddenly smacks me that maybe im getting married in Notre Dame. small detail to notice on such an important moment.

elon lets out a world-weary sigh and looks out the stained glass window where golden hour is at its end and then looks back at me then angelina jolie. that gets her to stop trying to yell at me even though i'd given up ages ago and she turns to elon too.

then it hits me. i know where this story is going and im not ready for it. i remember feeling physically ill about the realization but i cant stop it now.

elon takes the time to divulge a story about his childhood as a little boy in an emerald mine. he was exploring one of the mines and finds a trove of fairies trying to hide from his father's greed. they try to get him to help, to take them where its safe and they can be free. elon refuses and they curse him for it. man by day. ogre by night. only until true love's first kiss.

just as he finishes the story he lifts up to the air and transforms in a bright golden light into a hideous ogre, causing every single one of my bridesmaids except angelina jolie to faint.

and i wind up just standing there, gaping because i wound up being farquaad in this whole ordeal and angelina jolie is goddamn shrek.

and i can like. tell im being pulled away, fade to black style, but even when i cant see i still hear them say two more things to one another.

"but im supposed to be beautiful" elon whispers, obviously crying.

angelina jolie laughs softly and mutters "it's okay. i have a kink. we can work it out."

#weird dreams #i dont know either #story #personal ish

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jamiegeode · 6 months ago

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Why yes I would love to know more. I’ve only ever read The Wizard of Oz (and seen the sequel movie to The Wizard of Oz a long time ago) so please feel free to tell me all about them. Also who’s the pumpkin man??

YESSSS YAYAYAY

SO! Jack Pumpkinhead is a scarecrow made by Ozma(at the time known as the boy Tip) and then brought to life by Tip’s guardian, Old Mombi, one of the illegal witches* of the time. Jack is then taken by Mombi and locked up, and she tells Tip(who she never wanted in the first place**) she will turn him into a marble statue and use the Pumpkinhead as a servant instead. Also Tip’s basically been a slave, and Mombi’s like ‘hm. Less annoying AND I don’t need to feed it? Bye kid.’ This leads to Tip and Jack running away, and the rest of the events in The Land of Oz

It’s also worth noting that Jack Pumpkinhead? He has a deep, severe fear of death. Like he gets anywhere near water and goes ‘dear god, will my head start rotting from the inside?’ He also calls Tip his dad for the entirety of The Marvelous Land Of Oz(second book in the series) and ends up starting a pumpkin farm after his adventures, so that he never has to worry about running out of replacement heads. He’s great. Anxiety rep at its most whimsical.

*Mombi’s brand of magic being made illegal after the laws the Scarecrow passed upon becoming king, mostly prohibiting ‘unnatural’ or harmful magics, but pretty much stopping the majority of magicians and witches not directly loyal to the crown from doing any magic. Which. Mombi herself ain’t great but BRO he essentially banned TRANSITIONING SPELLS! **she was paid by the Wizard of Oz to take the heir to the throne of Oz and hide her so she would never be found- so she turned the princess of Oz into a boy. He doesn’t give a shit about gender tho bc of being what we would in modern terms call ‘a genderqueer icon’, but this did make it pretty hard to find them.

Ok. NOW TO THE ICON HERSELF, POSSIBLY BEST KNOWN FOR THESE ILLUSTRATIONS(WHICH APPEAR IN THE OFFICIAL COLLECTION, AND FROM THE BOOK PUBLISHED IN 1909):

(Yes these photos are from my own copy of the collection of books 1-5, Twas a gift)

OZMA, TIP, THE MONARCH OF OZ!!

She’s an icon. He helped a revolt led by the women of Oz. He then helped the scarecrow escape that same rebellion by making a cursed beast out of some rope, couches, palm fromnds, and a deer head. The curse is how much it hates its own body, being more confusing than a chimera. He fathered a horse. She gave another girl free rein of the palace, including Ozma’s private chambers, and that girl is Dorothy. She helped Dorothy’s entire family move to Oz to escape Debt, and might’ve also helped them commit tax fraud. She then took Dorothy’s family on a tour of the entirety of Oz, usually sharing a room with Dorothy. It was literally love at first sight(paraphrase: she loved the other girl when she first saw her). Before Dorothy moved in, they used a magic portrait/mirror set to call each other at a specific time each day. Dorothy can’t always make the calls, but Ozma is always there. Ozma gave Dorothy a magic belt so she could come and go from Oz as she wished. He’s part fairy. His cousin is part rainbow. Said cousin lowkey flirts with Dorothy. She made Dorothy a princess of Oz, with as much say in what happens as they have. They don’t give a fuck about gender but will perform gender roles like it’s a 30s television show, and I legit think that’s just for the fun of it. He made sure everyone in Oz has a minimum of one bread tree per family. He told the gnome king to fuck off and then stole his trinkets. Those trinkets were actually a neighboring kingdom’s royal family. She freaked out a little when she transitioned but then her friends went ‘it’s still you, we don’t care as long as youre you’ and it was deemed the smartest and wisest thing ever said by the speaker. She’s friends with the guy who paid Mombi to hide her.

I could go into the impact that having a canonical queer character in such an old and well known franchise had on me as a kid, and how reading Oz books helped me feel like I was stepping into a safe place, but tbh I’m kinda stuck on the amount of batshit she got herself into in the second book. Wild.

By the way, all of this was written in the 1900s, the decade, not the century. Frank Baum was a real one.

#j me #asks #jamiekb ask #Ozma of Oz #Oz #Ozma #the Wizard of Oz #Frank L Baum #queer literature #queer #genderqueer #jamiekb

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iwaoiness · 1 year ago

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Foolbirds

"Are you talking to Iwaizumi?" Matsukawa asks quietly, pretending to pay attention to the physics problem the teacher is explaining on the board.

Sitting next to him, in the back row, Oikawa stiffens, raising his head toward Issei, and blinking. His lips are curved into a soft smile that he hasn't given him time to disguise.

"What?"

Mattsun smiles, peeling his eyes away from the board to direct them towards Tooru's phone on the table. It’s tucked under the thick physics book, screen on and brightness at minimum.

“You’re not subtle at all.”

Oikawa’s cheeks quickly turn red and he frowns, narrowing his big eyes.

“I’m not talking to Iwa-chan, it’s just… mom”

“Do you smile like a fool in love with your mom?”

"Actually, I didn't say it's my mom, maybe I'm talking to yours" He smiles proudly, but Issei arches an eyebrow, maintaining eye contact, amused watching Oikawa's ears also turn red and his lips quiver.

"Nice try, but you're not convincing at all."

Tooru's expression turns into a pout and he snorts, averting his gaze.

"... It’s Iwa-chan" He mumbles.

"Mmh" He hums, expanding his lazy smile as he turns his vision back towards the board. "Lovebirds"

"We're not!" He babbles too loudly, grabbing the attention of the class and halting the teacher's explanation.

Matsukawa has to make a titanic effort not to laugh as Oikawa (who curses him under his breath) quickly turns away, sketching his best innocent smile, the one that says I’m the best and more reliable student.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class, Oikawa-kun?" The sensei arches an eyebrow, one hand on her waist and the other holding the chalk.

"Just how well you teach the class, sensei" He broadens his smile, cocking his head slightly in a gesture he knows no one can resist.

The sensei blinks slightly in surprise, letting out an oh, thank you before smiling back at him and continuing with the explanation.

Oikawa sighs and, frowning again, pinches Matsukawa's thigh under the table when he hears him cough to hide the laughter.

"This is your fault" He sticks his tongue out at him, slouching back over his book (his phone, actually).

Matsukawa rolls his eyes in enjoyment, again pretending to be understanding Coulomb's law. It's only a matter of seconds until Tooru is visibly more relaxed and when Issei glances sideways at him, he finds him again grinning dumbly at his phone, typing subtly.

Instead of lovebirds, fool-birds, he thinks, making sure the sensei is still engrossed in her explanation before lifting the cover of his own book where he has hidden his phone and glancing at the latest messages he has received from Hanamaki.

chicken teri-maki 🦩

bro i cant handle this anymore tf are they waiting for this happens in EVERY FUCKING english class and i cant pay attention to the damn lessons bc this mf is so in love and im too gossipy to ignore it

And there is an accompanying image, somewhat blurry and from a low angle, but it is enough to see Iwaizumi's profile, with his cheek resting on his hand, eyes set on his phone hidden in his case and a small smile that he tries to conceal by gently biting his lip.

btw u know in japan we say machine to the sewing machines only but apparently in english it refers to anything from alarm clock to a piece of construction??

Then, there is another image, this time, a selfie of Makki from below, with a disgusted expression directed at the camera.

Issei snorts and, with agility, types on his phone with one hand.

welcome to the false friends's world do u know consent sounds like konsento the word we use to power outlet but consent in english its asking for permission to do something? and what do u thing our two stupids boys are talking about?

fr?? i hate the false friends sm why are we studying this shit idk dude but i swear one day ill get these two together

for my mental health and academic achievement

...

u can find me on my ao3 🌻🍉

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu!!#matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #hq fluff #haikyuu #oikawa x iwaizumi #theyre so in love #and matsuhana are sick of them #matsuhana #haikyuu drabble #hq drabble #haikyuu iwaoi #iwaoi texting #iwaoi fluff

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c6jpg · 8 months ago

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okay okay arlecchino story quest thoughts

overall i liked it but mainly the whole duel sequence which was fucking awesome but some points that bugged me:

the release of arlecchino's animated short basically spoiling the entire story quest

mentioned in the tags of my previous post but yeah i think the story quest would have been a lot more... idk interesting? revealing? if the animated short had been released after this patch/story quest. you basically spend the entire first half of the story quest already knowing the "twist" and have to watch literally everyone else figure it out which is never really engaging nor fun story telling.

like you KNOWWW arlecchino is not "that evil" and you KNOWWWWW all these atrocities were from the previous knave so seeing literally everybody go through these theatrics is a little. sigh. idk. like i was just waiting to get to the boss fight bc i knew the corresponding cutscenes would be awesome (and they were) and getting random fatui insider knowledge was fun i enjoyed having what was effectively seeing arlecchino and childe in the office break room but we didn't really learn anything we didn't already know

also. arlecchino is hardly the first but it really is just kinda. sigh when you basically get a whole scene of the character explaining their OWN tragic backstory. once again genshin fails to show not tell

freminet

i know a lot of people are upset about the freminet timeline. honestly idc at this point i'll suspend my belief whatever yadda yadda but i do think it was a cop out for freminet to have like. not at least been SUSPICIOUS that clervie was possibly talking about the previous knave just because crucabena "didn't talk about it and all the experiments ended" by the time he joined the house

like he spent a significant time with clervie (half a month right?) trying to help her out and even if clervie was "a child stuck in the past" she wasn't exactly trying to hide anything and they ALL knew she was some sort of ghost or maybe something tied to memories/leylines. and he KNEW crucabena so i'm just like. a little aghast he didn't have any damn idea like at least make him suspicious right so he and the traveler can join heads and be like "hmmmmmmm something is not right here HMMMMMMMMM" like if you are SO sure arlecchino isn't "that kind of person" (ig this was more lyney saying this but still) wouldn't you consider maaaaaaaaaaaybe the previous knaves were?

there was a single moment when they were at the table sharing intel that freminet was "lost in thought" and i think that would have been a fantastic moment for freminet to be the star and voice his suspicious but we got literally nothing from that.

honestly just disappointed freminet didn't do more in the story tbh. the trailer was really hyping him up to literally change the game lol

the results of the duel

i mean we saw it coming we knew she was gonna spare those children somehow. idrk how to describe it like on one hand yes would be nice to have more morally fucked up characters and its a little disappointing that arlecchino isn't "that bad" she's actually super normal all things considering (childe fucking LIED) on the other hand i don't necessarily hate this is the way they made her character? but the result of the duel still felt like a huge cop out lmao like it was basically an indirect "your resolve towards family impressed me so i'll let them live" which was exactly how i didn't want this to be resolved but also don't know how they would have done it otherwise

arlecchino's curse/flames/????????

GIRL CAN YOU ELABORATE PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE i know it has to do with her being part of some khaenrian (?) bloodline or something but lajdksfldjflads can you elaborate what do you mean your flames can be extracted and burn memories we're just all gonna take that and run with it huh

anyways.

regardless i loved the main battle cutscene in her boss form. loved that bit where she blocked freminet and lynette's dual attack and was like "sorry for what? this pitiful excuse for an attack?" i was banging my fist on the table i loved that bit sooooooooooo fucking much dear god

ending cutscene was expected and bittersweet but i liked it a lot as well. really the graphics and me just really liking arlecchino saved this quest for me LOL i think it has a lot of plot holes compared to other story quests but also a much more interesting story (bar is in hell) although you're guaranteed to get some sort of lore with a weekly boss but anyways it averages out to being a pretty okay but not spectacular story quest 👍 maybe like a 6/10, would have rated it higher if the animated short didn't spoil everything

#0.txt #genshin spoilers #4.6 spoilers

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soupcanspecimen · 1 year ago

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I wish I was better at conveying my thoughts more eloquently but here's my very late journal of my thoughts on ep12.

After some technical difficulties I finally watched ep12 and I've go to say:

I LOVED IT SO DAMN MUCH YOU GUYS!!!! THIS SEASON FINALE WAS ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE!!!!

That opening scene was so tense, you could literally cut the tension with a knife because of how thick it is.

Manaria was being a bitch again, I have a section on that so wait for that. The amulet was shown again but it wasn't used, I'm still crossing my fingers though because they keep focusing on that thing way too much! The scales were used in this episode however and DEAR GOD the that Ceremony had me at the edge of my seat clenchining my ass! I was legit going to die when Rae pulled out that twig!

I went from saying" never let this girl cook again" to laughing with joy when the tree sprouted up! Also can we talk about the tree for a minute? Imagine my fucking shock and hysterical breamdowm as a Lumity fan when I saw that tree for the first time! It was a tree that represented their love! You know what tree also basically does the same thing?

THE FUCKING LUMITREE!!!! THEY HAVE THEIR OWN FUCKING LUMITREE!!?!? WHEN I THOUGHT RAECLAIR DIDNT HAVE ANYMORE SIMILARITIES TO LUMITY IT KEEPS PROVING ME WRONG!!!! THESE TWO SHIPS SHARE SO MUCH DNA WITH EACHOTHER ITS UNREAL!!!! AM I LIKE THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES THIS!?!?

Ahem anyways.

Rae's confession was so raw and emotional to where you can feel the love flowing out of her words and you can see this is different from her other confessions cause she saying what she's wanted to say since the start and without hiding behind a mask this time. And when Clair admitted her feelings by pulling Rae away to protect her it was super sweet and shows that she's truly grown close to Rae. She even starts calling Rae by her name near the end of the episode instead of calling her "Commoner".

Clair was also great this episode, and she actually took my advice from my episode 11 rent post and reflected on her time with Rae. Her Freudian slips and gay panic because she's finally starting to fall for Rae were super cute and gave me a lot of "Ayo pause, run that back" moments!

And also

CLAIRMATO!!!!!

Speaking of Clair starting to fall for Rae

THEY DID IT, Y'ALL THEY'RE FINALLY TOGETHER LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! CONGRATULATIONS TO THE BOTH OF YOU!!!!

God I love these two so much guys! And I would love to bestow this ship with the highest honor I can give. I've recently mace a rule to myself when it comes to ships to not use this quote lightly for it is only reserved for ships that have truly earned my respect. Ahem (*Deep Inhale)

THEYRE ADORABLE AND DESERVE ALL THE HAPPINESS!!!!

I never thought that I would ever find a ship that would ever hit the same way as Lumity did! Even if they were cut from the same cloth!

GIVE ME A SEASON 2

NOW 🌩👄🌩

The Manaria Section:

I still hate Manaria my reasoning has just changed. Like, bruh, there is actually something wrong with you! Was any of what you said real!? Did you actually violate someone or was that story also just part of your plan!? Did you have like a back up or something if either you or Rae failed!? I legit can't read you, you're actually insane! You really are the single worst wingwoman I've ever seen, cause there were a million other ways to go about it, yet you somehow picked the wrong answer. You even ruined the confession, I mean who does that?!? I am for real about to throw hands! To be honest it would make sense if you were lying since you're a technically a politician after all, that's like your guy's whole thing.

Bitch don't come back.

I think most of my recorded reaction was just me cursing at her and wanting her to die, I need to get better at insults after looking back at the recording

#i'm in love with the villainess #im genuinely so sorry to the togachako fans #iltv #I had to do this twice by the way because it didn't post properly the first time

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tikitsune · 10 months ago

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This has, in fact, inspired me to write. So I hope you don't mind.

She rushed to seventh floor of the castle as routinely as her Sunday could be here. Behind her, she could hear the cursing of her fellow housemates a couple corridors down.

Coming across a door she recognized, she quickly made her way into her safe place and slammed the door behind her.

Her back pressed against the door as she took a couple breathes to calm herself down. You would think that for all the times this has happened, it would get easier.

She turned her gaze up to see two people cuddling, looking equally as startled. "What are you doing in my special place?"

One look at her tie was enough to make the one with an identical tie breathe out a sigh of relieve and chuckle. "You're the second year that everyone refuses to believe is in our house right?"

She glanced back at the door before slowly nodding. "Then it was our special place first." He said smugly.

She laughed. "You're cute, by the way."

She walked over to the book shelf where she had stashed her favorite books.

"You don't hate us? Or what we are doing?" The voice from the other guy asked.

"You guys are cute and that's not me. I regularly go home to a family that doesn't want me and a glock that I can use to easily kill myself or others. Like I give a shit about who loves who."

The Desi boy casted a concerned glance her way. "You're suicidal? Do you need someone to talk to?"

She smiled. "I will tell you in the future that right now is the time that I want to die the most, I can guarantee you that. I'm fine."

They all shared a laugh and got to in now each other that night.

"Reggie!" He looked up from his place on the wall to find her running over to him. "Is it true that James asked someone out?"

He could only stare at her in sorrow. She immediately hugged him. "I am so sorry."

She pulled away and rested their foreheads together. "Well isn't this a surprise, Black. And here I thought you were gay."

She turned to find Mulciber staring at the two. "Shut up and so what if he is?" She grabbed Regulus's hand and dragged him away.

"Hey guys! Wait up!" James called running after them.

She pushed Regulus behind her and greeted. "Potter." The use of his last name soured his face. "Apologies but we have somewhere to be."

They walked away from the stunned seventh year without another thought or word.

As they walked to the front entrance, she was ranting about how she was carrying a loaded holster and no one would know because of the school cloak. The rant switched to how easy it would be to hide a body and where which quickle transformed into where to hide a cat's dead body in school grounds because a teacher was passing by.

"You are taking me with you." She insisted, him having snuck her into his room.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "And assuming I allow this is the first place, how?"

She pulled out the invisibility cloak she stole from Potter and wrapped it around herself. "You stole it from him?"

She nodded. "And plus it's not like I became an animagus for nothing."

"But your patronus is an orca."

"Contrary to popular belief, your patronus and animagus don't have to be the exact same thing." She transformed into a osprey.

"Okay and how do you plan on staying hidden?" A break grabbed the slivery clock that had fell around them.

"Fine."

"He's basically sending you on a suicide mission." She nearly yelled at him except for the fact that she wasn't supposed to be there in the first place.

She turned to the door and casted privacy spells. "Yes I can use wandless magic. I can already see your brain trying to distract me. Now tell me, what is stopping me from going out there and blasting a bullet into his brain." She grabbed her gun out of her holster and pointed it at the door.

"They could probably kill you before or after you do and I would lose you."

"Fair enough." The gun was slid back into its holster. She grabbed the invisibility cloak from its place on the ground and folded it before putting it on Regulus's bed. She then removed her holster from her waist and set it in top of the folded cloak. "Well, you should probably put your letter to him on it."

He did as he was told. "Expecto patronum." An orca popped into existence. "Well what do you want to say to him?"

Regulus didn't say much just looked sad as he said he was sorry for whatever made them break up because apparently even he didn't know and then forgave him. He ended with saying that even after all this time, Regulus still lives him.

She put her arm around his waist. "Potter. James. By the time you get this Reggie and I will be did. I have many things I want to say to you about the whole thing but we don't have much time. I want to say that I forgive you for hurting my brother as much as you did but I will never forget. I hope you don't join us so soon."

She willed then end of the message and commanded her patronus. "Find him and stay near. Give him these." She pointed at the pile if stuff on Regulus's bed. "Don't show him the stuff or the message until we can feel me dying."

Her hands covered her mouth as she watched the Dark Lord walk away. She rushed down to him crying. "Reggie, give me some."

She could see in his eyes that he didn't want her to due with him. "No, I am not leaving the only one who stuck by my side for so long. I am not leaving my brother."

She kissed him and took some of the burden from him as both passed away. One hunched over the other, their bodies withering away.

It's shit but that's what I can remember frim when I played it out 30 minutes ago. So eh. Not my best work but not my worst.

my roman empire is james and regulus being a couple for years as teenagers.

both men being teased for remaining chronically single.

james asking sirius about regulus, and being shut down with an "i dont want to talk about him,"

regulus staring at him during meal-times. his friends assumed he was looking at sirius.

james asking lily out, in seventh year, and everybody breathing a sigh of relief: "thank merlin, hes not queer"

regulus stiffening when "wouldn't it be nice" started playing.

james blatantly refusing to have his and lily's first dance to "can't help falling in love" for a reason nobody could quite understand.

regulus still smelling james in amortentia, even years afterwards.

james knowing something is wrong, in his gut. nobody believes him when he says that something terrible has happened.

no-one understanding, or wanting to understand, why james potter was so affected by his best friend's little brother dying.

james telling lily to run, but not moving. he wasn't scared; he'd see regulus again soon.

#tikitsune's reblogs #marauders era #tikitsune's writings

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flanklurker · 3 years ago

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Hi!!! I read your Omen x Reader fic about Omen trying to be closer with the reader. That was the most adorable thing ever!! Is there a chance you could do something like that with Chamber please? :)

I see we like our French friend. Tres Bien, you are not the first (also I love your pfp this is a Snips stan acct). Coming right up!

Chamber x Reader: Trying to get to know them and being dramatically awkward about it

· It’s no secret that Chamber is a smooth fucken sailor. He can talk his way out of the most terrifying situations and crack even the hardest facades

· Hell, he managed to get his way into the Valorant Protocol, one of the world’s most secure organisations

· But somehow, when it comes to you?? That charm he’s become so very reliant on is nowhere to be found. Like, he reaches for something, anything.

· It’s gone

· When you walk into the room, he’s reduced to knee-jerk reactions—the three same pet names, talking loudly and dramatically to the nearest person like some dumb highschooler

· He silently curses himself as he does it but this man is surprisingly bad at dealing with what he quickly realises are feelings

· The great Chamber? Reduced to such a simpering fool?

· He’s gotta do something. Anything

· To start with, expect to be absolutely peppered with attention. To start with, I definitely wouldn’t blame you for being suspicious that Chamber wants something from you

· Every day, another ‘Ah! Mon petite chou, just the person I wanted to see! Could you humour me and test out my new weapon? I believe it may be to your liking’

‘Uhhhh, yes, but can I finish my cereal first? Please?’

‘But of course mon canard, you are the one with the crackshot reputation here, no? I can wait’

· Every time he opens his mouth he’s inwardly cursing, but he’s at the point of no return. He’s got to catch your eye. Somehow.

· Finally you accede to one of these… weapon test runs for want of a better word? Chamber is positively delighted. It’s like half an hour in of him showing the cool things he’s made and how much money he’s spent on them before he finally gets to the thing he actually brought you here to see

· This is bemusing to say the least, but you humour him as he takes the (admittedly very elegant) ghost out of the glass case with gloved hands. He runs you through the mechanism, bragging at the patented ball-bearing system that reduces trigger latency and recoil.

· ‘Oh, so like a fidget spinner?’

· Man has never been more gutted in his life, but he shakes it off.

· ‘Aight, hand it over then Chamber.’

· Your hand brushes his as you take the weapon, and he lingers for a second, seemingly paralysed by the gesture.

· ‘You… okay there bud?’

‘Ah, yes, mon Cherie. Just… proud of my work.’

· While that’s not the whole truth, there’s more truth in that sentence than he’d usually be comfortable sharing. Huh.

· As you take the gun, feel its balance and give it a spin, you can feel him watching you intently. You toss it up, catch, and take aim at the synthetic target on the far wall.

· As much as you kinda hate to admit it, the gun handles well. Really well. It reminds you more of a finely crafted musical instrument, sculpted to purpose.

· With a remarkably quiet release, the two of you appraise the singed hole in the inner ring of the target

· ‘Not bad at all Chamber.’

· Goddammit. He hates just how hard it is to hide the happy flush that spreads across his face. It’s all he can do to keep from grinning like an idiot

· ‘And I wasn’t even the one shooting the gun,’ he observes dryly

· You shoot him a wry smile at this, and it’s all Chamber can do to stop from pumping the air

· He manages to draw you again with the promise of good weaponry, and try as you might you find it hard to find flaws in the weapons you test

· Granted, when you do notice something off in the handling, he’s pretty receptive and starts tinkering away

· Soon, the two of you have made a habit of hitting the workshop together, building up… for want of a better word, it’s a strong professional relationship based on trust

· This is big for Chamber, trust doesn’t come naturally to him

· Finally though, he wakes up one morning and realises he can handle himself around you

· Tres bien

· From here, Chamber becomes more and more forward about wanting to spend time with you. After tinkering, he starts to suggest innocuous little cafes and quiet lunch spots

· ‘Oh but mon Cherie, it is my treat! You are the one helping me with these gadgets’

· Finally able to relax a little bit more, you began to see a side of Chamber that’s more comfortable and less reflexively performative. He seems to genuinely want your advice on situations, and is keen to share what he learns. He’s still very outgoing, but there’s an earnestness that he doesn’t seem to show otherwise

· That’s all well and good but as soon as any of the other agents walk by it’s back to drama king Chamber. It’s quite jarring the first time it happens. One minute he’s kicking back and humming along to the bossanova in the background, the next he’s loudly exclaiming about how ‘you simply must change up your casual outfits, Yoru! You look like an angry teenager in that jacket’

· It happens a couple more times before it hits you that he seems to be genuine specifically around you

· Huh

· Eventually you call him on it

· ‘Vincent.’

· His ears prick at the mention of his real name. He’s made no secret of it in the protocol but it’s still out of the blue

· ‘Yes, ma puce’

‘This is like… the third time this week you’ve gotten me flowers.’

‘Ah but of course mon-‘

You cut him off

‘You trust me to be real right? It feels like you’re courting me here Vincent.’

· You can’t help but feel your cheeks heat up as you say this. God, what if you’re misreading this and-

· The spiralling stops when you realise that Chamber has turned even redder than you feel

· He sputters a little, genuinely caught offguard

· The great, smooth-talking Chamber. Rendered speechless

· You can’t help but chuckle

· ‘Please mon chouchou, you have put me at quite a disadvantage’

· Okay, this is fun

· You draw closer, relishing the way he seems to struggle with hiding his face but also enjoying the closeness?

· Seeing his lip quiver a little, you decide to take pity on the poor man and say, just quietly enough for just him to hear

· ‘Well, I’m certainly not opposed to this partnership, my dear’

· His eyes flick up to yours, see their sincerity, and glimmer with something you can’t quite place

· ‘It seems, mon bonheur, we have a deal.’

· Closeness definitely achieved.

#valorant chamber #chamber x reader #valorant x reader #chamber #valorant #okay fr my good friend i didn't consider myself a chamber simp but at this point this has been so much fun writing that i might have to #reconsider hehehehe #i hope this is what you had in mind but im a huge sucker for smooth characters losing their cool #it just hits different #lozcanons

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hotxcheeto · 3 years ago

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My request ist Abby x female reader were the reader is on a mission with a few people and all of them die except her so she walks back to the base all bloody and she isolated herself in her room but when Abby hears that she came back starts looking for her.

I love your work it’s amazing

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, angst, mentions of death, mentions of blood, crying, sadness, fluff if you use binoculars,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This sucks but I kinda don't hate it but my first request after opening! Also thank you so much!! ily!!

You stumbled in front of the walls, a broken knife in your hand, and the other hanging at your side. Your bag was gone, so was your jacket. The rain having stopped just a little before.

You'd been missing for hours though. Your entire group gone, yet they hadn't set out anyone to find you just yet.

Now, you stood at the gate, shaking and covered in blood that was yours and your friends. "Stop there!" You shuddered, a small gasp leaving your lips.

Your body stilled. Looking up at the two guys pointing their weapons at you. Shaking where you stood, water dripping from your hair.

"Is that Y/n?" "No fucking way, open the fucking gate!" You whimpered when the gate opened, a few people you knew running out from inside. Looking around you, a woman coming up to look you over.

"Are you bit?" There was a silence as she looked over your body. "No." You finally whispered, looking at one of the guys who'd walked up. "Where's everyone else?" "Dead." You said in a harsher mutter, looking at the gate when Mel appeared.

"Alright enough, we need to get her to medical." "So you're telling me everyone else is just dead-" "Derek shut up." Mel lightly took your arm, bringing you inside. "Are you okay?"

You didn't answer her though, meeting her eyes for a second before looking away. A tear slipping down your cheek, though it only blended in with the drying water from the rain and the blood covering your cheeks.

It wasn't long before you left medical, wandering back to your room. Mel offered to go with you, yet you were gone by the time she'd gotten back from helping another patient.

You were already showered when Abby heard that you'd come back alone. Laying on your side, hugging your knees, every knock from a friend making you hug yourself closer. Words of comfort flowing through the door every once in a while.

"Y/n/n?" You hadn't even heard it open, not moving, only staring at the wall beside the bed you shared with her. "Hey.." She walked slowly towards the bed, her fingers brushing against your leg, feeling you flinch under her touch.

"Mel told me what happened." "I don't want to talk about it." You muttered, moving away from her, fingers falling from your skin. "We don't have to." "Okay."

You could feel the bed dip behind you, her hand just brushing over your bare hip. Almost automatically you moved away, not on purpose though, squeezing your eyes shut when she set her hand on your side.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, holding the pillow tighter as tears began to fall down your now cleaned face. Abby's hand coming to rub your upper arm, this time you didn't move though. Hiding your face into the dark pillowcase that had tears stains scattered across it.

"Don't be." "They ran, so did I but we weren't fast enough." You cried, hiding your face deeper as Abby caressed your hip, staring sadly down at your frame. "Breathe babe." You didn't realized your labored breaths, shaking as you struggled to breath in.

"Those things tore them apart." "Its okay now." You let out a sob you didn't realize you were holding in, squeezing the pillow your head laid on so hard your muscles were beginning to ache. You felt her kiss your shoulder, body hovering just behind yours as she moved to lay down.

"No, they're dead Abby." "I know." "They just wouldn't stop screaming-" "Hey, hey.. don't do that." You let out another soft cry, Abby's arm moving around your waist, turning your body slowly to look at her. "I can't Abby." You began to cry out, tears clouding your eyes as you sobbed.

Abby turning you over to hide you in her chest, holding you as you cried. Hugging you close to her, staring at the blank wall beside the bed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" She held you quietly muttering little words and praised to you, not quite sure what to say.

Time passed, you laid in her lap, fingers threading through your hair. Wiping the tears from your cheeks as they fell. Talking quietly to you about her day, trying to distract your mind away from the events.

"The dog jumped on Manny, right in front of the girl too." You hummed, a very slight smile on your face. "I wish I could've seen that." You said softly.

"She's never gonna talk to him again." You pulled the blanket higher onto your body, letting out a shaky breath.

"I don't.. I'm sorry." A few more tears began to fall, Abby's hand wiping them away, kissing your forehead. "Don't be." "I lost all my stuff." "It was a shitty backpack anyway." Abby hated how you couldn't smile, barely meeting her eyes.

"It's gonna be okay." "It doesn't feel like it." "It never does." Her fingers glided through your hair and along your face as your eyes began to droop. "They're dead..." You whispered, your eyes growing blurry once again. "And I'm not." "You weren't meant to die yet." "You really believe that?"

You looked up at her, waiting for her answer.

"Yeah, I do."

A/n: Ooo period I gotta a lot of ellie smut requestsssss

#abby tlou #abby x reader #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #tlou 2 #tlou x reader #tlou #tlou part 2 #the last of us 2 #the last of us part ii #nevy writes

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sargeant-bxrnes · 3 years ago

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1 step forward, 3 steps back.

warnings: rafe being… rafe. drug mention & consumption, cursing, toxic relationship, sexual situations/implications, mental health issues. ANGST.

[AN: this is the first thing i’ve written, ever, so my apologies if it’s not flawless ; also, english is not my first language, that’s a warning on its own]

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word count: 4.4K

Called you on the phone today

Just to ask you how you were

All I did was speak normally

Somehow I still struck a nerve

“Hey,” you said in a soft tone as soon as Rafe picked up the phone, you were laying down on your bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Hey princess,” his tone was calm, but his voice was rough and raspy all together.

“How you doing?” you asked him, even though you’d seen him last night, up close.

“I’m doing great,” he replied in a surprisingly cheerful tone, which is weird this early in the morning. Rafe is not a morning person. “You sound tired.”

“I am tired,” you confirmed with a sigh. “Guess I have you to thank for that.”

“My pleasure.” he replied cockily, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could practically hear his proud smirk.

“So, what’s the plan today?” you asked in a casual tone, fidgeting with the edge of Rafe’s shirt, the one you wore to sleep.

“Uh, what do you mean?” he asked in a distracted tone, he sniffed subtly and coughed.

You knew what that meant, but still, you hoped it wasn’t what you deep down knew it was.

“Yeah, I mean—“ you said and made a brief pause. “Wanna go to the club? Maybe we can take a ride on the boat, you know, with food, alcohol... just us.”

“Can’t, I’m busy.” he said after a few seconds, if you didn’t know him better and his occasional mood swings, you would’ve said his tone was harsh.

"Really?" you asked in a soft tone, trying to disguise your disappointment with interest. "But I thought we were going out together today."

"Y/N, just because I'm your boyfriend it doesn't mean I have to be with you all the fucking time."

Okay, now he was definitely angry, you thought you said the right thing, but it still made him angry.

"Rafe-"

"No, Y/N. I have a life of my own, you know? Things to do besides you."

“That’s okay Rafe, I get it,” You said calmly, nodding your head softly. “Have fun today.”

Now you clearly heard the sound of him sniffing something and the sigh that left his lips after, and Barry’s voice in the background. “Don’t play the victim card on me, that’s not gonna work. I deserve to have some time off.”

“I didn’t,” you said softly. “And it’s okay baby, you’re right, you deserve to have some fun.”

“See? No need to be so fucking dramatic,” he said, his voice and words slurring. You? Dramatic? It was all him. “But don’t worry princess, I’ll drop by tonight and fuck the attitude out of you, yeah? That way I’m not just doing things with you, I’m doing you.”

And with such a vulgar comment and a harsh tone, Rafe hung up on you, leaving you completely dumbfounded and filled with incredulity.

What you did know for a fact, is that he would keep up his word. And judging by his tone of voice and how annoyed he was, you could already imagine the ache between your legs.

You got me fucked up in the head, boy

Never doubted myself so much

Like, am I pretty? Am I fun, boy?

I hate that I give you power over that kind of stuff

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you started hooking up with Rafe, and what you were committing to when you agreed to be his girlfriend.

You know that man carries more problems than he shows, he prefers to make himself appear as the Kook prince who lives a life of partying and money; hiding all the things that were going on in his head.

However, there were times when his attitude made you doubt yourself.

You couldn't help but think, ‘What if one day I don't manage to calm him down?’ ‘What if one day he realizes that there is someone prettier, or hotter, or wealthier out there?’

And Rafe would get angry if you doubted yourself. He would complain to you about it, saying you had no reason to be insecure about your looks; if you are absolutely gorgeous, or to feel insecure about your personality; if you were the most genuine person he'd ever met, and you could make him laugh until he forgot all his problems.

But what really made him furious was when you had doubts about the relationship itself, about whether or not he was capable of leaving you for someone else. He took those doubts personally, as if he wasn't trying hard enough to show you how much you mean to him.

When in reality; you were doubting yourself.

'Cause it's always one step forward

You were preparing dinner for you and Rafe, your family was out for the weekend, and Rafe had decided to spend it with you.

Your hair was tied up in a bun, your attire consisted of nothing but your underwear and a shirt that used to be Rafe's, but you took it so long ago that it's yours now.

Music from your shared playlist played in the background, as you danced absentmindedly with a spatula in hand, extremely calm and enjoying time with your boyfriend.

Rafe could do nothing but stare at you with admiration, you are literally the only good thing in his life; his little piece of heaven. You are everything to him.

As soon as Dark Red by Steve Lacy started playing, you let out an excited gasp. That song in particular is Rafe’s and yours, like… if you two had to choose a song to describe your relationship, it would be that one. It represented how you two did not always have good times, but your love prevailed.

Seeing you this happy, comfortable and at ease with him made Rafe's soul happy. All his life, he had done nothing else besides make people angry, disappointed, terrified. But with you, everything was different.

You were so focused on swaying your hips to the music and singing, that you didn't notice when Rafe stood up and walked over to where you were.

It wasn't until he stood behind you, chest to back and with his hands on your hips, that you realized he was closer. His head was bowed, you could feel his breathing close to your ear, so he was able to murmur in your ear the lyrics of the song:

“Only you, my girl, only you, babe,” he sang in your ear, his voice a soft whisper as he wrapped his arms around your body and started to sway with you. “Only you, darling, only you, babe.”

The gesture quickened your heart to unsuspected levels, you felt your knees weaken as you pressed closer to his body, appreciating his closeness as he pressed a kiss against your temple.

“You know I love you so much, right?” he mumbled in your ear, as you closed your eyes and relished his presence.

“I love you too, baby.” you mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest, caressing one of his arms around your waist with your fingertips, and bringing your hand to his ash blond hair, stroking it softly.

and three steps back

“Why is he mad at you, again?” Topper asked you with a raised eyebrow, after witnessing Rafe utterly avoiding even looking at you when he walked into the room and then left without a word.

“Because I told Barry to not open the door if Rafe dropped by,” You replied with a shrug, closing your eyes and leaning back against the chair. “And when Rafe tried to lash out on him, Barry said it all had been ‘Mrs.Country Club’s’ request.”

“And he’s mad at you because you don’t want him to get all fucked up?” Topper questioned next, trying to understand the situation. But he never knew what the fuck you two were up to.

“Yes, but it’s Rafe, are you surprised?” you said with a heavy sigh.

“No, not really,” Topper admitted. “Honestly, I don’t know why you keep up with him, Y/N.”

“I ask myself that all the time…” you said with a deep sigh. “But I love him, so I guess that’s the answer.”

“And? I mean, I don’t want to be ‘that guy’ Y/N, but he’s…” Topper trailed off, apparently looking for the right word.

“I know exactly how he is, Topper, I don’t need you to remind me. I already think about that way too much.”

You and Topper had easily assumed that Rafe was no longer around, since he seemed to be making his best efforts to avoid you.

But Rafe was there, and he heard everything. He’d heard Topper giving you bad advice (or what he considered bad advice) And he heard you, having doubts about why you loved him or stood by him at all,and it made him want to lash out again.

I'm the love of your life until I make you mad

It's always one step forward and three steps back

Do you love me, want me, hate me? Boy, I don't understand

No, I don't understand

[+18. Really]

“Leave me alone!” his voice boomed in the room, his brows furrowed and the veins in his neck were popping out.

“Rafe—“ you tried once again, approaching slowly in an attempt to place a hand on his shoulder, but he waved it away aggressively.

“Leave-me-alone,” he said, pausing in between each word to emphasize on how much he meant it. His eyes were bloodshot, his nose had specks of white dust, his lips were dry and his voice was coarse.

You weren’t entirely sure what you could say to get him to calm down. Or if there was anything at all you could do.

Normally, what upsets him the most is Ward. His own father. Rafe has spent his whole life trying to prove he's a good son, to make his father proud, and Ward never appreciates his efforts, only notices the bad, and ignores Rafe's clear calls for help, has since Rafe was 10 years old, so he certainly wasn't going to pay attention to him now that Rafe finally had a steady girlfriend, someone who had willingly decided to help.

95% of the time, you managed to talk to Rafe before he decided to resort to intoxication. Most of the time just seeing you helped him calm down, hearing your voice soothed him, and your lips, your skin, put him in a state of peace.

But the other 5% is when Rafe resorted to alcohol and, above all, drugs.

When Rafe is upset and decides to get high, he only manages to become unstable, erratic and yes, aggressive if not handled with care.

In those situations, the best thing you can do, putting yourself first, is to give him his space. Let him screw himself as much as he wants for that day, and help him deal with the consequences the next day, while you listen to him lament his attitude.

Rafe always said he would quit the vice; claiming you were all he needed to calm himself down, that you made him feel at peace. And above all, that you weren't slowly killing him; on the contrary, every minute he spent with you made him feel more alive.

However, for one reason or another, he always came back to it. Whether it was at a party, because Kelce suggested it, or, as is almost always the case, when he's upset with his father and needs quick relief.

And usually, this ‘quick relief’ ends up with Rafe fucked up, big time.

Once he was convinced that you wouldn't try to intervene again, Rafe went back to his business. He turned to the table, and since he already had the line ready, he simply leaned over and inhaled it, throwing his head back, running his hand through his hair and exhaling as he closed his eyes.

You exhaled heavily, shaking your head as you stared at your feet. You knew he would struggle to quit, after all it is an addiction and he has to fight it, but sometimes you get the impression that Rafe doesn't want to quit, not really.

"Do you want to help me?" asked Rafe eventually, turning his head to look at you. You didn't know if it was a trick question or not, so you hesitated before answering. "Answer me."

"Yes, of course I want to, Rafe." you replied with your respective hesitations, wondering what he was up to.

"Come here then," he said, making a 'come hither’ sign with his fingers.

You took a hesitant step but stopped, your eyes narrowing as you analyzed Rafe, trying to determine his intentions.

He raised both eyebrows in your direction, in a silent question of whether or not you're going to go with him.

Eventually you walked over to where Rafe was, he smiled at you while biting his lip lightly. Without saying anything he approached you and kissed you; the drugs made his senses heighten, so the kiss was intense from the beginning.

So that's when it made sense to you what he wanted, he wanted you. Your most obvious thought is that he would use you to take out your frustration, put the drugs aside and, most likely, fuck you.

Your idea seemed to be the right one as soon as Rafe grabbed you by the waist, still with his lips on yours, left a little bite on your lip before pulling away; and without any problem, lifted you off the floor and placed you on the table.

It's something you wouldn't admit out loud,—mostly out of shame and guilt,—but this kind of sex with Rafe was the best, he's completely unrestrained, rough, full of stamina and teasing, and above all, possessive. And that, in combination with his attractiveness, always drove you crazy.

And honestly; if what he wanted was to fuck you to take out his frustration, you'd let him.

His kisses were hungry and his hands desperate, running all over your body without distinction, as if he didn't know where to start.

He parted his lips from yours, and left a kiss at the corner of them, on your jaw; and began to make a little trail of slow kisses down your neck. The feeling of his lips on your neck made you bite your lip as you wrapped your legs around his waist to feel him closer.

You slid your hand under his shirt, caressing his defined abs and the sides of his body gently with the tips of your fingers, as he left little bites on your neck. Your hands slowly moved up, intending to remove his shirt, but Rafe was quicker and brought his hands to the edge of your shirt, causing you to stop your movements to raise your arms, so he could remove your shirt with ease. And so he did.

He parted his lips from your neck and stared at you, the hunger in his eyes made you feel a fire in the pit of your stomach that only he could put out.

Desperately, your lips connected again as he settled between your legs. One of his hands traveled to your neck, and he wrapped his fingers around it, pressing lightly to the sides. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; though he couldn't see it.

With just enough strength, Rafe used the grip he had on your neck to push you down onto the table, so that you were lying on top of it.

As soon as he leaned over the table, you could feel his breath over abdomen, so you bit your lip in anticipation for what was to come.

He began to leave slow, wet kisses on your abdomen, making a slow trail to the edge of your shorts. Your automatic reaction was to close your eyes and put a hand in his hair, stroking it gently.

What you didn’t know is that the fact that you closed your eyes had given Rafe an opportunity he couldn't miss. Without you noticing, he slid a hand to the side of the table, where the small bag of white powder was.

To conceal his actions, he unbuttoned your shorts, and returned his lips to the beginning of your abdomen for more time.

The little bite he left to distract your attention caused a gasp to escape your lips; and that sound almost caused him to change plans completely.

He did want to fuck you, don’t get him wrong. He even had a mental debate about whether to continue what he was doing or simply sink his head between your thighs and provoke more sounds like that.

But he wanted to try something first. He had always wanted to try it, but had never asked you, because he knew that you would most likely say no.

With ease, he slid your shorts down your legs; so that they stayed at your ankles or fell to the floor; he didn't care. One of his hands slid into your underwear with ease, his fingers going straight to where he knew you needed him the most.

Trusting that you would not open your eyes, carefully, he put the white substance on your body, so delicately you didn’t notice. He began to prepare to inhale, while biting his lip in reaction to the sinful sounds that left your lips.

And obviously, without warning, Rafe inhaled a line from your thigh.

And all your sounds stopped, your eyes opened and your expression was filled with surprise, the bad kind.

You couldn't believe what Rafe had just done, you felt like an idiot for falling into the trap.

You also had to bite your lip to keep from letting out a moan in reaction to what his fingers were doing in between your legs, but your pride forbade it.

But more than anything else, you were outraged.

“Rafe, you did not just—“

“It felt nice, yeah?” Rafe’s voice was hoarse, you could feel his breath over your skin, as he left little kisses around. “After all, I did feel you clench around my fingers.”

His dirty words, hoarse voice, and close proximity to your body, not to mention his fingers deep inside you, caused you to let out a soft moan, causing Rafe to smirk in what he thought was victory.

But you wouldn't let him win this little game.

Although you really didn't want to, you grabbed his hand by the wrist and pulled him away, your legs trembling slightly at the sudden lack of anything between them.

Rafe's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as soon as you pushed him away from you and got off the table, lifting your shorts off the floor and putting them back on without a word.

"What are you doing?"

You didn't answer, as you searched for your shirt, feeling his heavy gaze on your body.

"Y/N, where do you think you're going?"

“I’m leaving you alone as you asked me to, remember?” you said in irony. “Before you sniffed a line off me after I begged you to quit that shit?”

“Oh, so now you’re playing the victim?” his voice rose. “Don't- Don’t act as if you wouldn’t have let me fuck you less than a minute ago!”

"Yes I would have let you, to distract you from that shit!" you admitted to him, failing to control your anger. "I said I wanted to help you, to distract you, to give you something different to do. Not that I'd give you another place to snort lines from!"

Rafe knew you were right, of course he did.

You had spent months after months trying to get him to quit, you had offered him countless hours of your days to give him something new to do, distractions, attention and love. And this is how he had decided to pay you back?

But Rafe was angry too, very. You had interrupted him, you were yelling at him; and you had left him so hard, that it would start to hurt unless he did something about it.

“Fine, then get the fuck out of here.” Rafe spat, his anger clearly getting the best of him.

Your eyes widened at that, you hadn't expected him to react like that.

Your best case scenario would be that your attitude would piss him off, yes, but that he would retaliate by getting you back to the table and showing you everything you were missing.

Instead, he simply took your word for it and told you to get out of the room.

“What?”

“You heard me, get out.”

“Rafe—“

“You uh, you have three options, yeah? You let me fuck you over that table and do whatever I want, you get out of here, or I’ll get you out of here.”

The first offer was tempting, it really was, but you wouldn’t allow him to talk to you like that. Before anything, came respect and dignity, and no matter how much you wanted him to fuck you silly, you were too angry and disappointed at him to let it slip.

Blinking repeatedly to chase away the tears from your eyes, you grabbed your phone from the other end of the table, your jacket from Rafe's bed, and walked out of there without another word as you heard him calling your name.

And maybe in some masochistic way

I kinda find it all exciting

Like, which lover will I get today?

Will you walk me to the door or send me home cryin'?

Your relationship with Rafe was unique.

Not because of the circumstances in which it was created. A one-night-stand that turned into something casual, that was formalized after a dinner.

If not for Rafe.

You loved him, no doubt about it. You would give anything to see him happy and at peace, at peace with himself and succeeding in his life.

Rafe would do anything for you, really, anything. No matter how risky, demanding or dangerous, he would do anything for you.

He would die and kill for you.

But that surely didn’t mean it was an easy relationship, hell no. In fact, the willingness both of you had to do anything for each other sometimes made things too complicated; for at times it seemed that not a single rational thought crossed your minds.

And yes, Rafe’s addiction was a big issue. Whenever he was too high, or going through withdrawals, he wasn’t the Rafe you knew or had grown to love, it was another side of him you wanted to help get rid off. And the process wasn’t easy.

While trying to get clean; there was no way to know how he’d behave. He could either get clingy and want you around at all times to calm himself down, or he’d be in a very bad mood all the time, constantly snapping at you and raising his voice.

So there were days where he’d walk you to the door of your house and leave you there with a tender kiss and a smile.

Or days when you’d get out of his truck without a word, with tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept yelling for probably the stupidest thing.

No, it's back and forth, did I say something wrong?

It's back and forth, goin' over everything I said

It's back and forth, did I do something wrong?

'It's back and forth, maybe this is all your fault

Rafe knew he wasn’t okay. After all, he had begged his father for help, begged for anything that would get those thoughts to stop, but his father hadn’t listened, had only told him to ‘man up.’

You knew he wasn’t okay. Which is why you wanted to help him, to offer the support no one else had bothered to give him before he met you.

Whether he wanted it or not, those thoughts were still there. Being with you made them easier to ignore, but it’s not like they vanished entirely. He still had some ideas that made his own skin crawl.

And sometimes, you’d say or do the wrong thing and trigger those thoughts. And things got bad again for him.

Rafe knew you wanted nothing but to help him get better and be the best version of himself, and he really wanted to give you that. To change and make an effort. Not only for himself but for you. He wanted to be a man worthy of your love.

But it was hard to be anywhere near decent when you two went out and a guy stared at you for longer than Rafe’s limits allowed, or when guys tried to hit on you, when his friends got a little bit too close for his comfort.

Whenever he got jealous, he turned into a walking, talking ticking bomb. Anything could, and would set him off.

It wasn’t your fault, not really, but most of the time you felt it was. You knew Rafe dealt with a lot of insecurities already, of not being a nice person, not being good enough and so many other things. And you hated being one of the factors that caused his insecurities to arise.

And I'd leave you, but the roller coaster is all I've ever had

It was a complicated relationship, and it would probably never stop being complicated because both of you are complex people, plus there are other factors that affect the relationship.

But that didn't mean either of you would stop fighting to keep it alive. Neither would let the other go.

Rafe utterly refused to ever let you go. He loved you as he had never loved anyone, as he never thought himself capable of loving with that twisted heart of his.

You are, without exception, the best thing in his life, the best thing that ever happened to him. And you being in his heart was slowly turning him into who he had wanted to be during all those years of loneliness.

And you would never let him go, because you loved him with all your heart, soul and nerve of your body. And because you know that no one will ever love you like him. With so much passion, intensity, honesty and purity.

Because every feeling Rafe expressed with you was true; he was himself with you. And you didn't want to let him go.

Even if the two of you went one step forward, and three steps back, that single step would be longer than any step life makes you take backwards.

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littlemissnoname13 · 4 years ago

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Hello can I request where draco in fourth year having a crush on a hufflepuff reader but acts as arsehole cuz he doesn’t know how to show affection , leading it to her avoiding him which makes him depressed about what did he do wrong ?

Hi love. Thanks for the request.💕

I love writing Draco x hufflepuff!reader stories! I am a sucker for a slytherin x hufflepuff pairing.

I added a few extra details here and here. Hope you like it. X

Hopeful (Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader)

Word count: 2100 sorry got a bit carried away. 😅

Warnings: None. Soft!Draco being an absolute blubbering idiot.

Draco’s thoughts are written in green

Spring had arrived.

It could be felt in the cool and gentle zephyr that made the shiny new leaves on top of the once barren and dead trees rustle.

Daisies were in full bloom and the wind had managed to carry some of the petals away—making them fall to the ground, acting like a harbinger of the fast approaching summer.

Draco couldn’t be bothered if it was spring, or autumn or winter.

In that particular moment, all he wanted to do was get away from the Slytherin common room and Pansy Parkinson.

He had taken her to the Yule ball and things had sort of fizzled out afterwards. He couldn’t get himself to see her as anything other than a friend.

Having ran all the way to a far and secluded area of the Hogwarts grounds, Draco leaned against a tree trunk and panted heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Are you—are you alright?”

Your voice startled him and he quickly stood up straight to look around.

You were sitting criss-crossed on the grass with your transfigurations textbook opened on your lap. Your shirt sleeves were rolled up and your yellow and black tie hugged very loosely around your neck.

“Fine.” He muttered as he slowly sat down noticing a single daisy tucked behind your ears.

After sitting there in complete silence for the next few minutes, he finally spoke up.

“What are you even doing here anyway?”

“Just wanted some peace and quiet to be honest.” You said, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Draco just hummed in response and kept staring at the daisy in your hair that swayed lightly with the breeze.

“What?” You asked when you noticed.

“You have—you have a twig stuck in your hair.”

“A daisy.” You corrected him as you closed your book and moved a bit closer to where he was sitting. “It’s a daisy.”

“Yeah I know that. I’m not stupid.” He said quickly. “But why?”

"Well, Daisies are essentially two flowers blended together in complete harmony." You said pulling the daisy out of your free falling hair before putting your hand forward to hand it to him.

“And?” Draco reluctantly took the flower from you and blinked his eyes in confusion.

“They are said to resemble innocence—true love even.” You explained getting comfortable next to him.

“You believe in all that?” Draco scoffed, twirling the flower between his index finger and thumb. He couldn’t tell if the floral fragrance was coming from you or the air but it made him slightly queasy nonetheless.

“Merlin. No.” You scrunched up your nose. “It just gives me hope I guess.”

Draco gave you another hum in response. For someone who came up with snarky and sometimes witty comments on the spot, he found himself weirdly tongue tied.

“I know you were hiding from Pansy by the way.” You remarked, making a small smile pull at his lips.

“How come?”

“What do you mean how come?” You rolled your eyes. “Everyone can see that she is obsessed with you for some reason that I personally can't seem to comprehend.”

~~~~~

The next day during potions class, Draco slowly opened his book and started to absently doodle on it with his quill while Snape talked about the upcoming potions essay that had to be done in pairs.

Draco knew he should be paying attention but he just couldn’t get the interaction between you two out of his head.

And just when he took a deep breath and decided to focus, a familiar scent started to fill his lungs up.

Fruity, almost spicy notes of strawberry and pink grapefruit mixed with gardenias, vanilla and musk. It felt like someone had tossed a huge bouquet into the room.

He knew it was you without even bothering to look up from my book.

"Ah, Miss y/l/n. Late again." Snape muttered. “Five points from Hufflepuff house.”

You quietly sat down next to your friend with your head hung low and Draco fought an unexplainable urge to give you a hug.

"The essay must be done in pairs.." Snape said.

Great.

"Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle."

This is exactly what I needed right now. Thanks Snape.

"Blaise Zabini and Hannah Abott."

The last thing I need is someone weighing my essay down.

"Draco Malfoy and y/n y/l/n."

What?

You turned back to look at Draco and gave him an apologetic smile and he didn't understand why you kept smiling at him. It's not like the both of you had suddenly formed an unlikely bond with each other.

Draco scowled at you in return and quickly raised his hand. "May I work on my essay alone?"

"No. You may not Mr. Malfoy."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Draco had been studying in the library for almost an hour. Because you were quietly sitting next to him, his elbows and knees slightly brushed yours every few seconds and as much as he hated to admit it, He secretly enjoyed it.

Contrary to yesterday, Draco was trying very hard to make a conversation with you. You seemed somewhat offended that he had asked Snape to work on the essay alone.

“I am happy to do most of the writing if you can look up all the ingredients.” You offered.

You don’t have to do all of that yourself. I am happy to help with the writing too. Is what he should have said.

“Fine whatever.” He said instead as he reached for a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

That night, Draco stayed up tossing and turning in his bed before giving up on getting any sleep for the night.

He lethargically walked towards his dresser and put his hands in his blazer pocket pulling out the now dried and pressed daisy from the other day.

Taking a deep breath, he put the flower in between the pages of his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.

You were drawing him in, undoing him, unraveling him even.

He knew that.

But did you?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Draco! Open up."

His head jolted towards the door and He quickly walked over to open it.

You stood on the other end with books tucked in your arms, wearing your denim shorts and a plain white tank top—looking like summer personified.

The more time he spent with you, the more he started to notice your quirks. Like that the way your skin glowed as the days got warmer.

Compliment her. Do it. It’s not Difficult.

“Did you do something different to your hair?”

“Uh—no why are you asking.”

“It just looks a bit strange.” He commented wanting to slap himself.

"Okay, well are you going to let me in?" You questioned, wondering why he was blocking the way and asking you about your hair.

Why did you have to wear that God damned tank top-

"Sorry?" You asked stepping inside making his cheeks burn when he realized he wasn’t meaning to say that out loud.

"Just shut up and get back to working in the essay or whatever it is that you were doing." Draco grumbled feeling embarrassed as he grabbed some fresh parchment.

Okay. Focus. The Strengthening solution requires...

You stretched a little and pushed your hair away from your face.

several days to mature...

"Staring is rude Draco." You suddenly interrupted his thoughts as you set your eyes on his—peering right into his soul.

Draco felt like he was giving you some sort of power over him and the possibility of you using that power and leaving him heartbroken made him feel so very vulnerable.

He couldn't take the vulnerability a second longer.

"I don't think we should study together anymore." He blurted quickly standing up. “It's for the best.”

"Huh?" You stood up contorting your face in total confusion—wondering just what you had done to piss him off. "What's wrong Draco? Did I do something wrong?"

"Leave. Now." He muttered with his teeth clenched.

Please don’t go.

"Just go—leave please."

You couldn’t help but feel a sharp sting burning your insides as you gathered all the books that were on the floor and ran made your way towards hufflepuff dormitories with tears threatening to flood your eyes.

As soon as you ran off, he punched his wall and muttered out the plethora of angry curses when the impact bruised his knuckles.

~~~~~~~~~~~

During the following week, Draco failed to show up to any of your shared classes after you had refused to talk to him after what happened.

Even if you did manage to see him walking down the halls or walking with Crabbe and Goyle, you noticed that he looked like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days.

On a Tuesday, Draco looked at the Hufflepuff table during breakfast and when you caught his eye, all you did was look away.

Everyone at school had their opinions about him—most of them weren’t good opinions.

But when you were with him under that tree, he seemed different. His smirk was more playful than condescending. It managed to charm you in a way.

You took a final bite of your toast and gathered all your books, walking to your Potions class.

His seat still remained empty and you shook your head, trying to snap away from the thoughts of him as you flipped open your book.

Only it wasn’t your book.

You didn’t remember writing on the margins and making annotations on your book.

Running your fingertips along the pages, you flipped to the very first page of the book.

D. Malfoy was written in ridiculously neat handwriting and you shook your head when you realized that you had grabbed his book with you that day by mistake.

And just when you were about to put his book away, something fell from in between the pages and fell onto your desk.

It was the daisy you had woven into your hair the other day. Even in its dried state, the petals remained intact like her had done something to keep them that way.

When class was finally over, you made a quick beeline towards the slytherin dungeons, bumping into people along the way.

~~~~~~~~~

“Some hufflepuff girl is standing outside the dungeons asking to see you.” Theo shrugged when he saw Draco at the common room sofa. “Says it's urgent.”

He felt terrified yet so elated as he quickly stood up and made his way outside.

“Here’s your book.” You said taking a step towards him. “You never told me what’s wrong by the way.”

“Thank you.” Draco quickly took his book from you and stared at the ground.

“Why did you stop talking to me y/n?”

“You told me to go away—If I remember correctly.” You said shaking your head at him. “Tell me Draco, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” He said quietly, meeting your gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"You make me feel all weak.....and smiley...and I hate it." He looked at you with agitation.

"Weak?" You ran your fingers through your hair in confusion.

"And your ridiculous white tank top." Draco half yelled.

"What's wrong with my top?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as if you had had enough of this.

"Nothing is wrong except for the fact that you look stunning in it.” He blurted involuntarily. "It is absolutely distracting when one is trying to study!."

He watched you open your mouth in shock and close it. Before he could spend another minute trying to solve the riddle that was your expression, you grabbed him by his tie and placed your lips on his.

His brows furrowed as he kissed you back tenderly. Tasting the sweetness of your lips—pouring out every bit of suppressed passion and adoration he felt for you with his lips.

There was something so strange and euphoric about finally kissing someone he had been longing to kiss for so long.

Something so magical about holding the person that fits perfectly into his arms.

Freaking Finally.

He was slightly disappointed when you slowly backed away, but the glow on your skin and the glossy ness in your eyes made him smile.

"I guess I'll leave before I realize the consequences of what I have just done." You said softly as you held his face and placed a small peck on his lips.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, you found a tiny box and an envelope on your desk when you woke up. Your roommate let you know that Draco Malfoy had stopped by late last night when you were asleep and half begged and half threatened her to leave the box on your desk.

You slowly opened the box and found a bedazzled and whimsical looking daisy necklace, encrusted with gems.

A Daisy for my daisy.

You give me hope.

- D.M

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The Clone And The Gray

Tech x Y/N Story (female reader) Part1

Continuing parts:

Please Stay

Keeping A Secret

The Dark Side

Deep Inside

Perception

No Harm done?

The Abyss Inside Us

Reaping What We Sow

Hate, Bleed, Love

About Saving A Good Man

Aftershock

Secrets Of Pain

To Get This Over With

The Comfort Of Love

Secrets We Can’t Hide

Down With The Sickness

Winning And Losing

Beginnings And Endings

Warnings: 18+ Smut / Oral recieving and giving / Fingering/ PiV Sex/ Cursing/ Use Of Alcohol/ Mentions Of Loss (friends and family) Fluff/ Order 66 Aftermath Thoughts/ Crosshair Is Back With The Batch/Overstimulation/First Time Sex For Tech Word Count: 7200 *cough* Yeah, I know... It's a very long first part, sorry. What you are about to read is a Tech x female reader story. I've decided to make it into several parts because I feel like there is a lot more coming. There is a plot evolving arround the Tech x Reader core (definitely more than on my smut oneshots), but the main focus will be the romantic and intimate relationship, wich will also start and evolve within the story. At least that's what it is so far.

I have taken (let's call it artistic) freedom to change little things and spin the story further, after Season 1 of The Bad Batch. If there will be more parts is depending on how well this one will be recieved. Don't get me wrong I certainly will keep writing this no matter what- because I wanna know myself what's going to happen next, but if I'll share the rest of it, is depending on... well if it's even wanted.

If you were just wandering about me saying „I wanna know what's going to happen next“, It means the story is being created/formed/born as I write it. I rearly make plans, drafts or notes. The only thing I had planned beforehand was to use the „Gray Jedi“ as a main part of the readers background story.

English ist not my first language, for the biggest part I learned it by myself. I sincerely hope I'm doing good enough for you to be able to enjoy this, without stumbling over to many mistakes. Now please enjoy, if possible.

Prologue: You are a gray Jedi. Some will not know or understand what that is. The term Gray Jedi, or Gray, had two meanings. First, it was used by Jedi and Sith to describe Force-users who walked the line between the light and dark sides of the Force without surrendering to the dark side, and second, it described Jedi who distanced themselves from the Jedi High Council and operated outside the strictures of the Jedi Code. However, those who were considered to be true Gray Jedi met both qualifications and did not belong to any particular Force tradition.

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Unfortunately, the Empire was not interested in the fact that you were not a Jedi. Force-sensitive beings were always hunted down. That's why you had to go into hiding shortly after the end of the Clone Wars and take on a new identity. On Kashyyk you had learned from other gray Jedi who lived there in exile, you were trained as a healer. You had a lightsaber and knew how to use it, but fighting was generally disgusting to you, so you took the path of the Force healer. There were not many who did this, frighteningly few even, but you were proud of it and good at what you did. But now you were in hiding, your lightsaber always hidden somewhere under your clothes, just in case, sometimes disassembled into several pieces, sometimes in its entirety, depending on what clothes you were wearing.

Currently you worked for Cid in her bar, mainly as a barmaid. You have already met The Bad Batch and Omega. The clones worked for Cid as mercenaries and were in and out of her bar regularly. They were an exception to the rule, most clones now worked for the Empire, but not The Bad Batch. The few clones who refused Order 66 had been killed. Extremely few had escaped. The boys of the Bad Batch were among them. Just like the former clone Captain Rex, you had already met him in the bar. Rex was a very serious, calm man, disciplined, radiating strength but also kindness. You knew Rex only superficially, but it was clear that he had been a loyal and excellent soldier to the Republic. You had overheard conversations from time to time when Rex talked with the boys of the Bad Batch.

Rex found it very difficult to accept that the Republic no longer existed, he took the fall of the Republic very personally, as if it was his fault. If you opened yourself to the Force while he was in the bar, you could feel his pain, but also his will to fight against the Empire, his strength and desire to continue to fight for something good and just. But some days the pain and guilt seemed especially heavy, the loss of so many of his brothers lay heavy on his soul. Those were days when you were especially kind to him, giving him your most beautiful, loving smile. You wanted to comfort him, but how could you tell him that you knew what he was feeling without revealing who or what you were? Apart from that, he was not really friends. You were the barmaid who brought him his drinks. He always greeted you nicely and always tipped you, but other than that, you weren't really close. Apart from the fact that you were in on his, the batch's and Cid's little secret of the clones meeting here in this bar, away from the empires eyes. The Bad Batch was clearly different from other clones. You knew that they were genetically modified, they had been something like an elite unit of the clone army. However, you had also heard that other clones were not well disposed towards the boys. Maybe out of envy, maybe just because they were different. In a way, they just didn't belong.

There was their leader Hunter, a brooding guy, dark, melancholy. He often seemed like Rex, like a man who carried the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. He always seemed very watchful but never hostile, at least not to you. He looked like a thoughtful person, like someone who looked at everything carefully before making a decision. You had the feeling that he held the group together and often saved it from trouble. A vigilant fellow who mostly preferred to stay quiet and to himself. But you could tell, the way he looked at his brothers and Omega, they were family and he'd do everything to keep them safe.

Echo was a quiet representative, most of the time. He was relaxed when he sat at the bar and exchanged a few words with you, always very polite and decent. You had no idea what had happened to him, but his body had been replaced to a very large extent by mechanical parts. You never spoke to him about it out of politeness. But your assumption that it had happened in the Clone Wars was obvious.

Wrecker and Omega, the two of them practically always appeared in a double pack. The little girl with the platinum blond hair and the tanned skin had the most alert, curious eyes you had ever seen. They were the same eyes as the other clones, but there was so much youthful joy and adventurousness in them that they somehow seemed completely different. Wrecker, a walking, giant muscleman with the mind of a child, was almost always at the kid's side when you saw The Bad Batch in the bar. Wrecker was playful and kind, a little goofy at times, but he was also a soldier and a preternaturally strong one at that.

There was Crosshair. Crosshair had been separated from his brothers for a while, for reasons you didn't quite know yet, but if you had to guess, you probably would have bet on his attitude. Secretly you called Crosshair Mister Snarky. He was always grumpy, sarcastic, cynical and the way he spoke had something snaky about it. He was usually very reserved and far less polite than his brothers. On the other hand, he had his moments. Once he defended you against drunken patrons when he was the last of his brothers still in the bar. He helped you clean up the mess that the drunkards had left behind. All, of course, largely taciturn and with a gloomy look. You couldn't really figure out this man so far.

Then there was your favorite, Tech.

Tech was different, he was almost always focused on his holo pad, constantly gathering information. As you had noticed, he was extremely intelligent, the brain behind every operation, so to speak. His goggles were always strapped around his head, without them he was as good as blind, at least that's what you had overheard. The first time Tech sat at the bar counter and ordered something, a nervous tingling had risen in you, something you couldn't name at that moment. The sharp hairline, the high forehead, the big golden eyes behind the goggles that looked at you as if the knowledge of the galaxy was hidden behind them, somthing about that, or all of it, was drawing you in. He was tall, 6.4 was your estimate. Tall and lean, but trained, he was different from his brothers, different from any clone you had ever met.

One night while Tech was sitting at the bar, you asked him some simple question and he began to answer. When his answer ended, almost half an hour had passed. He had overwhelmed you with information that went much further than what you wanted to know. But you didn't interrupt him, you listened to his voice with interest and you felt and saw that he enjoyed your attention. He liked that you listened, that you were interested in his knowledge. And you were always so polite and although he didn't show it or say it until now, he thought you were very pretty, the prettiest thing he had ever seen. It became a habit that every time he returned to Cid after an assignment, sooner or later he would end up at your bar, you would ask him questions and Tech would almost effusively tell you everything you wanted to know and much more. And somehow you couldn't get enough of these encounters. His presence was so pleasant and you learned something new every time, not always something that you specifically wanted to learn, but what did it matter? He was sweet, kind and polite and gave you his full attention every time he talked to you. He would come to the bar specifically to talk to you. He could sit somewhere else, for example at the table with his brothers, but at some point during the evening when they were all in the bar, he always came to you, sat on a bar stool, ordered a drink and made you the center of his attention.

Part One: Please Stay It was evening and you didn't have to work the night shift tonight. You were on your way to your apartment in the building directly behind Cid's Bar, and you had to walk across the landing field where the Marauder usually parked. The ship was still on the sparsely lit landing pad when you walked there this night. The ramp was open, a few crates stood next to the ramp and on one of them sat your favorite clone.

As always, Tech had a holo pad in his hand and was absorbed in some data. Undecided if you should approach him, you walked slower to widen your decision window. Suddenly, however, the former soldier looked up and looked directly at you.

"Good evening lady," he said formally with a tentative smile.

All of a sudden, you felt a little nervous.

"Hi," you replied simply with a smile a little too bright to hide your joy at seeing him. He didn't immediately turn back to his holo pad like you thought he would, but looked at you thoughtfully.

"You shouldn't be wandering around this area alone so late," he remarked, slightly chidingly.

Surprised, you blinked. You didn't expect him to be concerned about such a thing. But he was actually right, the area was shady, to put it kindly.

With a smirk you said, "Well, I'm used to going home alone. Besides, I don't have far to go."

Tech swung off the crate, tucked the holo pad on his belt, and called inside the ship, "Echo? I'm going to be gone for a while. Would you be a dear and keep an eye on the crates?"

A clanking sound came from inside, then a soft curse and finally Echo's voice.

"Why? Where are you going?" "I'm going to walk Y/N home, she shouldn't be wandering around this neighborhood alone at this late hour."

It wasn't really that late, but you kept that to yourself. After all, it was already dark and even if you only had to walk a short distance, you really would have liked to have Tech with you. Not necessarily for safety reasons, though.

"Y/N?" Echo asked from inside the ship "Isn't that the hottie from Cid's bar? You know, the one you're always chatting up? That woman is not only beautiful, she must have the patience of a saint."

Tech scratched the back of his head a bit bashfully.

"Yeah, that's the one," he replied, adding, "She can hear you, by the way."

Silence reigned for a moment, finally an "Oh" was heard and then Echo appeared on the ramp with a wry smile on his slightly flushed face. "Hello Y/N. I thought Tech meant to pick you up at the bar, I wasn't aware you were standing here. Sorry if what I said made you feel uncomfortable" he greeted you kindly with an apology.

With a smile you returned the greeting and waved it off with a wink: „I chose to find it flattering“ Echo smirked.

"Go ahead, I'll stay with the boxes. Take your time," he finally said to Tech.

After Tech thanked Echo, he walked beside you to the small apartment building where you lived. On the way, you were both quite silent, now and then throwing shy glances at each other with a smile. When you finally stood in front of the door of the building, you hesitated for a moment.

"Do you live here?" he asked, although he already knew.

You nodded and asked with a gentle smile, "Would you like to come in? I have good wine in the house and Spotchka".

He blinked and you could see it working behind his forehead.

"You shouldn't invite strange men in. It could end up dangerous for you. Do you do that often?" he finally said a little critically.

A little unsettled, you looked up at the tall man.

"I never do that. You're not a stranger after all. We see each other quite regularly and I trusted you to get me home safely. Why shouldn't I be able to invite you in?"

"That's a valid argument," he admitted.

Maybe he was just nervous, or maybe you had misinterpreted his interest in talking to you and his interest in your safety.

"You don't have to come in. It's okay if you decline the offer," you tried to wriggle out of the situation you had maneuvered yourself into. All of a sudden he smiled at you.

"I would love to come in"

You suppressed the relieved sigh that wanted to escape you and opened the door with an inviting gesture. When you arrived at your apartment and you pushed the door into the lock behind you, he stopped in the middle of the living room.

"Make yourself comfortable, go ahead and sit on the couch".

Tech complied with your request, taking off his all-purpose belt and placing it on one of the couch's armrests.

"Wine or spotchka?" you asked him as you made your way into the open living room kitchen.

He followed you with his gaze and replied, "Whatever is appropriate"

A soft laugh came from your throat, finally you explained to him, "Whatever you're want to be drinking right now is what's appropriate"

"Oh... um, I'd like to try that wine you mentioned".

It was a strange feeling to have him in your apartment. It was exciting, made you a little tingly and nervous. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual, it also seemed warmer in your apartment than usual. You would have liked to know if he felt the same way. You could have opened yourself up to the Force and explored his feelings, but it didn't feel right, like you were crossing a line.

While you opened the wine and filled two glasses, he looked around your apartment. It was quite simple, there was little decoration, but it was clean and tidy and it was yours alone, it was your retreat.

"You have a nice apartment, even if it looks a little different than I expected".

You sat down next to him on the couch and handed him one of the glasses. A Nabooian red wine. You put the bottle on the transperisteel coffee table.

You looked at him in surprise when he turned to you and asked, "Don't you have a family? I don't see any pictures"

A strange sting ran through your chest at his actually quite innocent question.

"I'm alone," you answered in a quiet voice.

He blinked and frowned thoughtfully.

"I'm sorry, that seems like a painful subject. That was thoughtless of me." Yes, it was a painful subject and you couldn't tell him truthfully anyway without revealing who and what you were. You couldn't tell him that the small enclave you lived in had been burned down by the Empire because you and your closest fellows were Force users.

"That's all right, curiosity is one of the most natural things in the galaxy," you replied with a shrug, hoping to deprive the subject of any meaning. You took a sip from your glass, Tech did the same.

"Oh, it's really very good," he said with a smile in your direction.

"My favorite wine. It's only made on Naboo."

It all felt strange all of a sudden after he had asked about your family. You wished so badly Tech would go back into one of his information dumps, just so the silence wouldn't be so stifling. Out of a gut feeling, you looked at him, he returned your gaze scrutinizingly, it was as if he sensed something was going on inside you.

"Tech?"

"Yes my dear? Is there anything I can do for you? I feel like I've made you sad."

You were surprised by his empathy, he didn't usually strike you as the kind of person who could empathize well with others, mostly because of his unnaturally high intellect and his matter-of-fact manner. Apparently you had misjudged him. You couldn't help it, you gave him a loving but sad smile. You slipped off your shoes, pulled your legs onto the couch and towards your body, leaning back, one arm on the back of the couch, the glass of wine in the hand of the other, facing him. He turned a little to meet your gaze. „Would you tell me something about your ship, the Marauder?“, you finally asked, hoping he would take your mind off of things again. His expression was surprised, brows slightly raised, eyes wide. „You know it's designation?“, he asked baffled. A little smirk tugged at the corners of your pretty lips. „I'm a barmaid. I'm always there when people drink and talk. They often just forget that I'm there or that I'm even a person, but I almost always listen to their little talks and some of the information tends to stick with me“, you explained truthfully. Tech frowned and it sounded almost a little defiant when he said: „I never do that! I'm always aware of your presence and the fact that you are a person never escapes my mind!“ You sighed with a smile and countered in a gentle voice: „That can't be entirely true sweetheart.“ „How so?“ he asked indignantly. „Because It was you sitting at the bar, talking to your brother Echo about the Marauder, when I first heard that designation“

His eyes went wide looking at you, before turning his gaze to the boots of his armor with a guilty expression, frowning.

„It's okay, Tech, it happens to pretty much everyone at one point. Even I myslef sometimes feel like I'm becoming part of the furniture or something, it's the automatism of the job sometimes. But I always enjoy listening to you“ He blinked but didn't look up at you again yet. „So It's not a burden to you like Echo implied before?“, he wanted to know sounding a little meekly.

„It's not a burden. Whenever you leave I keep looking forward for your next visit“, you admitted shyly. Tech finally looked at you with a smile. „So you want to know about the Marauder?“ he inquired, seeming eager. You nodded „Yes please“ and poured yourself a little more wine. He began to talk and the more he talked the more enthusiastic he became. It quickly became clear that the ship was not just a means to an end, it was his home. It was his refuge, his hiding place, his getaway vehicle and weapon, and the place where he practically lived with his brothers. The Marauder wasn't just a spaceship, it was family. After explaining a lot of data about the ship itself, Tech shared some stories of how many times the Marauder had saved the men's lives, how many times it had been damaged, had to be repaired, rebuilt and modified. You were sure he was an excellent engineer and a gifted pilot. At least two hours went by like nothing while you listened to his stories about the marauder.

When he ended with a funny little anecdote, he had you laughing, your mind free from any dark thoughts.

„I like your laugh“ he said „You are so beautiful when you laugh“

A blush painted your face in a rosy color and your gaze shied away. But his long and strong fingers slipped under your chin and gently forced your face upwards again. You were very surprised, to put it mildly, when his face was suddenly very close and his lips touched yours. For a second you forgot to breath and your heart skipped a beat. His whole body came closer, leaning toward you, forcing you back on the couch and into the sofa cushions. In a slight panic you remembered your lightsaber, hidden under your tunic. You grabbed for it hastily, let it slip unseen onto the floor and giving it a little push with the force to make it role under the couch. It was strange you felt a little uncomfortable still hiding yourself like this from him, but now was not the time for a talk about who you really were. You didn't want to kill the mood, not now of all times. He kept kissing you, practically on top of you. At some point your mouth oppened automatically, your tounge probed at his lips wich made them part. When your toungs met, he moaned into the kiss, as did you. At first he was a little sloppy, but eager, it didn't take long for him to find out how it actually worked. Slowly you realized this must have been new territory for him. But he was eager to be close to you and probably just did what he was feeling.

Without thinking much about it, you began to remove the armor from his blacks. He paused for a moment, but then began to help you. Piece by piece, the armor pieces fell to the ground. As you helped him remove the codpiece, you noticed that his hands were shaking a little. Surprised, you furrowed your brows in wonder and concern. The last piece of armor finally fell to the ground and he was wearing only his blacks.

You could clearly see the bulge in the pants of his blacks. His privates were more massive than you expected them to be. The sight spread heat between your legs, and you clearly felt your core pulsating in anticipation.

He came towards you again, leaning over you, gently pushing himself between your legs. Tech kissed you again, this time he knew right away what to do with his tongue, but kissed you much more carefully than before, as if he was nervous. Breaking the kiss for a moment, you asked him gently, "Is everything all right?"

His golden brown eyes looked at you with a blink.

"W-why? Am I doing something wrong?" he wanted to know insecurely.

"No, sweetheart, no! You're not doing anything wrong, you just seem a little nervous.“

He swallowed and nodded hesitantly.

"That's probably because I am."

You thought it was sweet that he admitted it.

"I've never been alone with a woman like this. Let alone been intimate with one." he confessed with a low voice. You smiled at him, of course you understood. An idea came to you and you said in a suggestive voice, "We don't have to go all in right away, Tech. There are a lot of things we could do to have fun before we actually do it. Would you be willing to let me take the lead for now? I think I know how we can break the ice." Tech nodded in agreement, whereupon you gently but firmly pushed him back. You asked him to sit down. When he complied with your request, you moved the coffee table a little to the side and began to undress. Slowly, carefully, suggestively but not overdoing it, it should seem suggestive but relaxed, you wanted to stimulate him but not overwhelm him. You started with your pantyhose, slowly rolled them down your legs and slipped out. His dilated eyes wandered along your every move while his mouth and throat suddenly became terribly dry. Hastily he quickly reached for his wine glass, took a sip and put it away again. His eyes were glued to you, fascinated, nervous, expectant.

Slowly you started to untie your tunic. When you finally let the fabric slide off your shoulders and to the floor, he seemed to grow smaller and smaller on the sofa, as if he was intimidated by your beauty.

"Relax, sweetie," you cooed softly and teasingly.

Tech realized that he was slumped over, he sat up straight and demonstratively straightened his shoulders. He wanted you to see that he was in control again. When you unclasped your bra, you could see him shiver with excitement. The bra fell to the floor, his gaze followed the garment, then he slowly looked up again and swallowed. His eyes hanging on your pretty breasts for a long moment. Slowly you drove with your elegant fingers, along your body, up to your breasts, embraced them playfully, played with the buds and moaned softly almost tenderly.

"Oh mesh'la..." it came hoarsely from his throat, bucking his hips like a reflex. As your fingers slowly moved back down and slipped under the waistband of your panties, his tongue darted out and he moistened his lips with a hungry look.

Lewdly you slowly pulled the thin piece of fabric down and finally stood before him completely naked.

He stretched out his arms to you with trembling hands, dilated pupils and a ravished look in his eyes.

On his face was pure adoration and lust.

"C-come here... let me touch you" he demanded with a slightly shaky voice.

You complied with his request, stepping closer to him. His face was at the level of your belly button when his hands landed on your hips. From there, his big, slender, strong hands moved to your back while he spread kisses on your belly with his mouth open.

You squealed in surprise as his hands abruptly shot down and firmly grasped your buttocks.

"I'd like to test something if you don't mind. I've read about it and would like to find out if it's true. Would you let me take the lead from here? If you don't like something I'm doing tell me and I'll stop."

Tech suddenly sounded so composed and determined that you automatically agreed and didn't even think about it. He grabbed your hands and pulled you closer to him while sliding down on the sofa. A little puzzled, you let it happen.

"Kneel down on the edge of the sofa.... yes just like that. Oh Maker... what a view..."

A blush shot up your face as he finally sat on the floor with his back against the sofa, his head between your legs and the view he was talking about was your wet pussy. "Tech you don't have to...naaah!"

He interrupted you by grabbing your hips from below, pulling you down with a firm grip, towards his face, and immediately lapping at your womanhood with his lips and tongue.

"But I want to," he mumbled through your wet folds.

The vibration of his voice, rang excitingly through your abdomen. He playfully kissed your most sensitive spots, licked teasingly over your cleft only to thrust into you with his tongue the next second.

A moan that half resembled a scream came out of your mouth.

He laughed dark and dirty, sending more vibrations through your body, very content with your reactions.

Finally, his tongue found your pulsing, throbbing bud, he flicked over it, sucking at it, picking up the pace.

You tipped forward, your hands finding a hold on the back of the sofa and you clung to it so tightly that your fingers ached.

You could feel your juices gathering, mixing with his saliva.

One of his fingers nudged your entrance, then a second.

"Oh ... Tech... I...gnaah"

Finally he slid both fingers into your wet heat and began pumping them in and out, interrupting you as he did so.

"Fuck" it slipped from your lips.

He chuckled.

"You have no idea how much fun this is, especially when I realize you like it that much Cyar'ika. Keep making noises for me, will you? I want you to cum on my face."

"Oh Tech" you moaned and whimpered in helpless horniness as he intensified his ministrations. His fingers continued to pump inside of you while his mouth was feasting on your bud. You were a moaning, whimpering mess, rushing toward your climax.

"Tech...p-please I'm gonna.... I'm so close..." you slurred.

He picked up the pace even more, making you squeal and pant, drooling on the back of the sofa.

A vibrating buzz built up in your core that increased in intensity. With your climax, the buzz became an all-consuming tidal wave that swept you over the edge. Seeing stars, your muscles tensed, your cleft tightened around his fingers. He hummed contentedly and continued to work you through your climax. You moaned his name with trembling thighs, barely able to hold your own weight upright.

When his tongue began to overstimulate you, you jerked and squealed, "Tech! Too much... t-too much!"

"I know" he murmured against your bud "Just a little more, I like it when you twitch like that".

He held you in place while you twitched and shivered. Before you knew it, something new was happening. You let out a long drawn out moan as the arousal built up again very abruptly and rapidly.

"That's my good girl," he cooed, increasing the pressure of his tongue and lips on your sensitive bud again.

With a smooth, nimble motion he slid his fingers into your pussy again, pumping a little more forcefully this time, chasing you through a post-orgasm.

This climax was even more violent, shaking you like an earthquake, making you dizzy. Your teeth dug into the back of the sofa, almost desperately, and yet your excited scream was barely muffled by it. Probably the whole house had heard you.

When he finally let go of you, you let yourself fall onto the sofa, trembling for a moment. A thin film of sweat had formed on your skin. Your muscles were shaking, every single one of them, and felt as if they had been replaced by pudding.

Your breathing was heavy and as you turned heavily in his direction, he straightened to stand, wiping his chin with a wide very satisfied grin on his face.

"I suppose my services were satisfactory," he stated with a look at you in which there was amusement and adoration.

"You sly, nasty man!" you chuckled half jokingly "You said you'd never been with a woman before!"

His grin widened as he said "I haven't been. But I'm a very fast learner"

"You can say that again..." you muttered, trying to sit up.

Tech helped you sit up and knelt in front of you next to the sofa. With his index finger he pushed up his goggles on the bridge of his nose.

"I read that it's good manners to give a woman at least one orgasm before you actually make love to her. That being said, I thought it might relax you, considering I'm technically a good bit above average in size."

You blinked at him.

"That's... very considerate, a real gentleman."

Tech smiled at you devotedly, and your heart melted. How could you ever not love this face?! Your muscles finally stopped shaking and your breathing adjusted.

"Come here," you urged him.

Your fingers grabbed the fabric of his blacks, first the top then the pants, and with his help you stripped him.

Tech was right, he was bigger than average, a good bit. His member stood proud and erect in a gentle curve from his body.

When he wanted to join you on the sofa, you stopped him, made him stand in front of you, his magnificent erection right in front of your face.

When you looked up at him, through thick, dark lashes, you saw that he was blushing.

"W-what are you up to," he asked uncertainly. Your tongue darted out, licking over his tip, tasting the clear drops of his precum- a little salty. He jerked in surprise with a moan. With one hand you grabbed the base of his shaft, your tongue continuing to dance across his tip, making him twitch and elicit a whimper. He watched you wet your lips, open them and slide them over his tip and down his shaft as you took him into your mouth.

He moaned out, "Oh Maker g-give me strength...mesh'la..."

Tech felt the urge to grasp at you, but held back with all his power, afraid he might hurt you in the heat of the moment.

You took him in as far as you could, but even as you relaxed your throat, you couldn't take him in completely, but apparently far enough. One look at his face spoke volumes.

"Kriff..." he muttered under his breath "S-so good.... too good"

Your head went back and forth, sucking him off, making him tremble and pant.

"Mesh'la... gedetir... y-you have to stop... c-can't last long if you keep doing this"

His voice was shaky and his breathing ragged.

Agonizingly slow you released him from your mouth. He cupped your face with his hands.

"Mesh'la, are y-you ready for me?"

You nodded.

Between your thighs you were already wet again and pulsating desire throbbed in your core.

He smiled with a look veiled with arousal in his golden brown eyes. Tech grabbed your shoulders and maneuvered you into a lying position on your back with your head on the sofa cushions. Eagerly you opened your thighs for him in aroused anticipation to feel him inside you.

He sat down between your thighs, one leg over the edge of the sofa with his foot on the floor giving him more support for what was to come.

Tech looked down at you mumbling praises about your stunning beauty. He reached for the base of his thick member and lined up with your wet entrance.

You looked up at him, admiring his bronzed body. He was lean but steeled, hard muscles standing out under his skin.

"You are so beautiful" you cooed dreamily.

He blushed.

When he finally dived into you, long, slowly and deeply, he washed away every thought, leaving you with pure lust and arousal.

Tech looked down at the spot where your bodies merged and said in a husky voice, "Look at you taking me in, so perfectly." His left hand moved to your pulsating, sensitive bud between your thighs and began to caress it. His right hand moved to your face, stroking your cheek with a glowing look. As his fingers brushed over your lips your tongue shot out, licking them. Tech moaned softly.

You could taste yourself on Tech's fingers. Gingerly, he slid his index and middle finger between your lips. He expelled a stuttering breath as you began to suck on his fingers.

"Oh Mesh'la, y-you're so good to me". As he began to move inside you, he simultaneously increased the pressure on your bud. His hands on your body, his shaft inside you, the heat boiling up inside you- it was dizzyingly overwhelming.

It wasn't just lustful heat even though it was predominant, there was also an all consuming warmth.

You felt so drawn to him that the arousal merged with a feeling of pure happiness.

For a moment you wondered if you could ever explain to him in an understandable way what he was unleashing in you.

Was it love? Did you perhaps feel true romantic affection for the first time? Perhaps...

As he increased the pace, you were torn from your thoughts. A hoarse moan came over your rosy lips. You could feel him stretching your pussy, but it wasn't painful at all. It was delicious. With his foot on the ground he had the right anchorage to give his thrusts the right drive, making you whimper and moan by hitting that one special spot again and again with each thrust.

As you arched your back in ecstasy, his fingers slipped out of your mouth, his now free hand shooting down to your hip and gripping hard to press you into his thrusts.

"Kriff.... s-so good...mesh'la.... look at y-you... taking me so well, so good," he stammered in between panting.

You felt like your whole body was glowing and buzzing, tingling and sizzling with heat.

Your hands clawed into the sofa in a desperate effort to keep you grounded, as the intensity of everything you were feeling threatened to unravel your very mind-making you feel like your body could too any moment.

It was frighteningly wonderful.

Why was it so intense? Sex had never felt so intense before.

The question fastly dissolved into nothing.

"Harder, faster... Tech, fuuuck me" you mewled surprised by your own shamelessness.

He complied with your request. Obscene wet sounds filled the room, along with the sound of naked skin meeting naked skin in a fast rhythm.

"Y/N...I'm gonna.... I'm close..." he sounded downright desperate.

There was no way he was going to cum first, not if he could help it.

"I'm almost there..." you panted, feeling the hot knot in your abdomen about to burst and flood your brain with oxytocin.

Your thighs trembled with tension as Tech's cock pounded into you faster and faster.

Tears burned in your eyes as you let the ecstasy swallow you whole.

"Cum for me... Darling, cum for me," he repeated like a mantra.

Tech's name came over your lips in a groan, followed immediately by a scream that felt like a release from steel chains.

Your pussy twitched, tightening around his cock as the climax overtook you. All that passed your lips was an incoherent slurred, hoarse jumble of words.

A surprised grunt came from Tech's mouth as he felt your pussy tighten around him. His hips stuttered, his cock pulsed, and you felt him pump his seed into you, saying your name like a prayer of praise. He kept moving, slowing down, riding out your climaxes and finally pausing, breathing heavily

Quietly, he said as he found his voice again, "I knew that sex was described as intense and beautiful.... but this, this is beyond anything I could have imagined."

You giggled, completely overwhelmed and tired but also very satisfied and happy.

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He left your body. It felt strangely wrong, as if there was a void between your thighs that shouldn't be there.

Together, kissing, giggling and adoring each other, you headed to the bathroom to clean each other up. Afterwards, you slipped into a clean short tunic and panties.

"Do you want... me to stay the night?" he suddenly asked while watching you pull up the panties, fascinated.

With a smile, you looked at him.

A little unsure, he said, "My brothers don't usually stay overnight with.... their sexual conquests. However, I don't think they have any real feelings for these women either, especially since it seems to be a different one each time."

A little unsettled, you looked at him with your brows drawn together.

"Am I also just a one-time conquest?"

He looked at you aghast.

"What? No!"

You stepped closer to him, he was still naked. You looked up at the tall man. His golden brown eyes looked at you piercingly.

"Why would you think that?" he asked "I thought you clearly sensed that I have feelings for you."

You nodded slowly and he grabbed your face tenderly, to kiss you longingly.

"Please Stay" you whispered as the kiss ended.

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"What we did there was better than anything I've ever experienced. And I'm not just saying that. I don't know how it is that you reach such heights the first time, but then I remember who you are and I'm not quite so surprised anymore," you said from the bedroom where you were preparing the bed.

Tech was at the sofa, had put his blacks back on, and was going to gather up his armor pieces and get them ready so he wouldn't have to look for them the next morning.

"What do you mean by that? I'm afraid I don't quite follow you even if the first part of your statement is very flattering and relieving"

You laughed and pulled the fresh sheet taut. You wanted his first night in your bed with you to be perfect.

"By that I mean that it seems to me that you have a talent for mastering everything you try."

"Oh, that's what you meant. I...I um...thank you sweetie.... I...."

He didn't finish the sentence, it was suddenly awfully quiet.

"You what?" you inquired, coming into the living room.

The smile on your face froze when you saw him kneeling there by the sofa, in his hand a very familiar object - your lightsaber.

Your mouth and throat seemed to dry out in a heartbeat.

A piece of his armor must have slipped under the sofa, when he fished for it, he probably stumbled over what you had tried to hide from him.

He glanced at the object in his hand. You knew he had enough to do with the Jedi during the Clone Wars to know what he was holding. When he looked up and looked at you, his expression was very difficult to interpret.

"Is that... really yours?" he asked quietly, holding up your ligthsaber...

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Bothered

- A blurb in which somebody flirts with Y/n for the first time, and Harry lets jealousy get the best of him

This is a little Drive Me Wild extra for all your valentine’s day needs!!! I hope you enjoy :)

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“Tequila, please. The best one you’ve got!”

Open bars at work parties are an absolute lifesaver.

Harry and Y/n have been nonstop on their feet since three, wearing their sunday best, talking to all the higher ups and other officials at the firm with as much professionalism as possible. And though it was certainly a nice break from the work setting, it was still a lot for the both of them to keep up with.

It’s nearly eleven now, the party near its end and the exhaustion finally settling in. But Y/n wouldn’t ever dream of passing up unlimited free drinks whenever offered (neither would Harry, but getting her home safe is his biggest priority). Besides, she needed to take the edge off, somehow.

The bartender smiles at her, his eyes looking at her up and down very briefly before making her drink.

She’s humming softly to herself, her fingers tapping against the bar, the palm of her other hand resting on the back of her neck and she looks around the venue, admiring the architecture and the chandeliers that hang from above her.

“How long have you been working for them?” The bartender asks as he slides the shotglass to her, to which Y/n smiles.

“Almost three years! It’s been really good to me so far. I must say, though, it gets a bit stressful and there are a handful of times we end up having to take our work home. But I’ve met some of the best people through the company, so I can’t complain much! Especially when this is the only job I’ve ever considered staying at for so long.”

When the bartender doesn’t answer, yet rather just stares at her with amusement and endearment in his eye, Y/n starts to get nervous.

She considers diverting her attention back to Harry and moving on with her night as if she hadn’t spoken a word at all, but she’s never been the kind of person to walk away from an uncomfortable silence. And most certainly, she has never found it in her will to escape somebody’s pressing and persistent stares.

All of it just makes her so anxious.

So, as an attempt to calm her nerves, Y/n throws her head back as she takes her shot of tequila, her nose scrunching and eyes squinting as it burns down her throat and settles in her chest.

“What about you? How long have you been working as a bartender? I’ve heard it’s a lot of work, remembering all the recipes and stuff. Whenever I went to university, I would go to bars and get drunk by myself and watch how fast all the bartenders made drinks. I found it mesmerising, really. Like an art, almost. A sport, too, I suppose, given how much you all have to think and act quickly yet unmistakably.”

Harry smiles softly to himself, a bittersweet feeling bubbling in his chest as he listens to her get caught up in her rambles.

She doesn’t do that much with him anymore, not in the way she used to. And it isn’t because she’s lost any trust in him, or because she loves him any less — rather, it’s because she trusts and loves him so much more that she doesn’t feel the need to fill any gaps or spaces between them anymore.

He doesn’t make her nervous.

She doesn’t need reassurance with him because she already knows how madly in love they are with one another and how they are undeniably bound to spend the rest of their lives together. The silences they share are comfortable for her, his simple presence enough to make her feel at ease and loved and respected without him having to constantly remind her.

And surely, Y/n still chews his ear off here and there, but he only ever wants more of her.

It’s a disease, his greed and longing for her. She is so enough yet so not enough at the same time, it kills him to think about it, but only in the best way possible.

But the smile and the admiration die down nearly instantly when Harry’s eyes catch the way the bartender looks at Y/n, and the way he straightens himself before her, and the way his bottom lip tucks between his teeth ever so slightly.

Harry crosses his arms at this, watching the way another man is drooling and fonding over his Y/n and not at all trying to hide it. And the sad part is that he can’t even blame him for it — how could he? He had done the very same thing for nearly two years straight.

So he suffers with it in silence.

“My goodness, I do love me a woman who can carry a conversation.”

Harry’s eyes squint over at him, his arms still crossed over his chest, his fingers twisting as he watches him blink flirtatiously at Y/n and the upward twitch of his lip whenever she flips her hair over her shoulder.

She only ever does that when she’s sweating, he knows this because she’s his girlfriend and he knows her more than he’s ever known himself. He also knows that Y/n thinks too lowly of herself to ever consider one’s kindness as flirting.

And though Harry wouldn’t dare to dream of changing anything about her, he does wish, just this once, that she’d see it.

Y/n blushes at his comment, but only because she doesn’t know what to say.

“Can I have another shot, please?” She asks as a form of distraction, but in such a sweet manner the bartender barely seems to notice. “I never get to go out to drink much nowadays, with work and all. So, I’m sorry if I order too much. Large groups of people aren’t really my thing. Not that I hate people, or anything. I guess they just make me nervous.”

And as the bartender pours her shot glass full of tequila, his eyes don’t make the slightest move to leave her. He’s gawking, looking smug as if he could ever stand a chance.

Y/n pretends not to notice.

“Look, I close down the bar in an hour. And since large groups of people aren’t really your thing, why don’t I take you somewhere nice —”

“Oh...”

“— just you and me, so I can have the chance to get to know you more? Maybe in more ways than one, if I’m lucky?”

Oh, fuck no.

Flirting is one thing, but listening as some stranger talks about wanting to have sex with his girlfriend is something entirely different. Especially when she hasn’t done anything other than be nice and considerate towards him.

He’s taking advantage of her kindness.

Harry can’t hold himself back anymore.

“Excuse me?”

And curse his fucking natural lack of emotion because it was supposed to sound threatening and protective, but rather, it must have come off the way any other customer were to grab a bartender’s attention because he looks over at him with a tight and strained smile, clearly laced with annoyance, with not a hint of suspicion.

“Yes, sir, what can I help you with?”

Harry clenches his jaw and nods his head, his gaze falling to the top of the bar as he tries — really, really tries — to keep himself together instead of knocking this poor bloke’s teeth in.

The urge is there, but he could never scare Y/n like that, or sacrifice his job for satisfaction’s sake — he was lucky he didn’t jeopardize it when he landed a solid right hook on his coworker a few months back. But to make such a rude, blunt, disrespectful comment to his girlfriend is too much for him to process.

But it’s not all anger. There’s something else there — something else brewing and swelling inside of him that’s never been there before. He can’t identify it no matter how hard he tries.

“It would help me tremendously, actually, if you were to stop asking to sleep with my girlfriend right in front of me.”

It’s silent for a moment, the air thick with tension as the bartender looks both between Harry and Y/n, Y/n and Harry. He looks weary of it, as if it were so impossible for her to ever be seen with somebody like him.

“You’re with him?” He asks Y/n, as if Harry’s word wasn’t enough and it nearly throws him off the deep end.

Y/n’s eyes blink with confusion and shock as she tries to adjust herself to her surroundings. Everything happened so quickly to her, she feels like she can’t keep up.

Harry senses this — he senses her uncertainty and uneasiness and takes notice in the way her fingers begin to grip at her shot glass a bit tighter. Confrontation and arguments are not Y/n’s strong suit and in the hands of either one, she is defenseless.

“Is my word not enough for you?”

The bartender lifts his hands up in defense, his eyebrows raised as if somehow proving a point he’s clearly been missing. “Can’t blame me for assuming she’s single, you’re sitting next to the prettiest girl on earth and you look like you couldn’t even be bothered.”

Harry’s hands turn to fists, his jaw clenching and eyebrows twitching as he hears him speak all the words he’d rather die than hear spoken again.

How a complete stranger can cut a wound so deep within him is unfathomable, but here he is, bleeding out with all his insecurities and flaws and weaknesses along with it. And it pains him. It hurts and if one more wrong word is spoken, he’ll fall victim to all the darkest parts of himself.

He can’t risk that, not around Y/n.

“I would highly suggest you stop talking now —”

“You aren’t even interested in her! I gave her more attention in the last ten minutes than you’ve given her all night!”

“Hey.” Y/n cuts in with pouted lips, her face fallen as her voice quivers at the argument brewing in front of her. “That’s not true. He — he’s been beside me all night. I thought it was — I thought it was obvious.”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. We’re going home.”

Harry’s tone is unlike anything she’s ever heard. It’s stern, harsh, laced with impatience as he stands from his barstool and scrambles to gather her belongings.

And Y/n’s at a loss, just standing against the bar helplessly, looking at Harry with tearful eyes and shaking lips. He has never been this angry at her before and she doesn’t know how to fix it. Talking was what got them into this mess, she’s sure talking won’t get themselves out of it.

But it doesn’t hurt to try.

“Wait, H. I’m sorry, I —”

“That’s enough, now. We’re making our last rounds and then we’re going straight home.”

That was the first time he’s ever interrupted her.

It isn’t until Harry starts the car that Y/n breaks the silence.

“H, I didn’t know he was going to ask me out on a date.” She speaks with a voice small and shoulders slumped as she tries desperately to fix all the trust she has broken. “I was just trying to be nice and —”

“Not now, Y/n, please.”

She realizes the severity of the situation when he doesn’t call her a pet name.

Her eyes fill with tears, fully aware that even when he was most upset with her, he never interrupted her while talking or avoided her gaze like it was the last thing he ever wanted to see. He’s doing both right now and to say that it hurt her is an understatement.

He’s sick of hearing me speak. He’s angry at me for talking too much to everybody and not noticing the consequences. He’s tired of listening to me make excuses for myself when I’m never going to change. He doesn’t want this anymore.

Her mind can’t help but to think such things, and though deep down in her heart she knows he’d never feel that way towards her, words of her past can’t help but torment her in the heat of this moment. Because this is so different than how it usually is with him, and it all started with her.

Harry can feel how much of a toll his words took on her, but he doesn’t know what to say. He is feeling so many things, and processing so much, he feels like he’s lost himself. All sense of everything else had left him the second the bartender spoke the words he always feared to hear.

You’re sitting next to the prettiest girl on earth and you look like you couldn’t even be bothered.

He knows it isn’t true, and he also knows she knows it isn’t true, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

To know other people see it that way devastates him. He doesn’t date Y/n to look uninterested in her, or bored of her, or tired to be with her — he dates Y/n because he wants to show her off, desires to make her and everybody else see how in love with her he is, to make it known she never has to walk this world alone.

To know he has failed to do that simply by being himself is a lot for him to take in.

He sighs, ripping off his glasses so his other hand can rub at his burning eyes before settling the both of them back on the steering wheel, his gaze still set on the windshield.

“I’m sorry for not letting you finish talking, twice now. It wasn’t right and I know what that does to you. And I’m not angry or upset with you, either. I’m just — I’m just not in the mood right now, alright? I need some time to think.”

Y/n nods, fearing that whatever words she chooses to speak will only make it worse.

Neither of them talk the rest of the way home, but that doesn’t mean Harry doesn’t reach his hand over to her thigh to squeeze at it three times, as if to tell her he loves her.

It isn’t until they make it into their bedroom that Harry starts to let it all out.

He’s pacing, his hands fidgeting with his clothes and running through his hair, his eyes wild but still refusing to look at her, muttering curses under his breath but nothing directly towards her just yet.

Y/n’s standing by the dresser, taking off her remaining jewelry and allowing him his time to dwell on his feelings. He needs this. She knows she’s the only person that he’ll ever show this kind of emotion to — he couldn't even show it to himself — so she listens, smiles sympathetically at him here and there, refusing to leave his side until this is all figured out.

He huffs before letting out a sickened laugh.

“Who the hell does he think he is? Telling me I’m not interested in you. I can’t be walking around kissing and hovering and touching all over you at a work party, I respect you too much. But he wouldn’t know a damn thing about that, would he?”

He throws his suit jacket down on the bed, only allowing himself one beat of a moment to shake his head before his hands start to fidget again, pacing around the foot of the bed to try and understand his primary emotion.

He feels a million and ten different emotions scrambling within him at once, he can’t make sense of them. Whether he’s angry, or sad, or hurt, or insecure, or humiliated… he doesn’t know. It all feels the same yet all feels so different. He is utterly lost in all of them.

“Then proceeds to have the nerve to say he’s given you more attention than I have. What the fuck does that even mean? All he does is serve you two drinks and speak one sentence. I give you all my time, all my company, all my attention, and somehow he thinks he’s better for you than me?”

And it hits her.

No wonder he’s been acting so different towards her and so quiet despite him not blaming her for what happened — he’s jealous, which is the exact reason he doesn’t have an understanding with it.

She’s his first girlfriend, and until now, there had never been any reason for him to feel this way.

But as sick and twisted as it sounds, Y/n’s heart warms at the thought of it. Because never once has someone ever had a problem with letting her go. Her loss never affected anybody around her, and so nobody had ever feared it.

To know that out of all people, it’s him who does, means everything to her.

She hums at him, an all too knowing smile on her face as she makes her way to her frantic lover, who stills when he notices her closeness.

Her hands rest at his chest, rubbing at it over his dress shirt, just the way he likes. It reminds him of the night of their first date — when she gave into her cravings and put her hands nearly everywhere they could touch — and so she always goes back to that very first moment.

It never fails him.

“It’s okay, lovebug.” Y/n smiles softly at him, her voice even more soft and tender than usual as she tries to get him to relax.

Her hands slither down the hem of his trousers, her fingers resting just above the swell of his bum and pulling him in closer to her. And he wraps his arms around her shoulders, a heavy sigh leaving his lips before bringing his chest toward her cheek for it to nest in.

“Don’t let somebody get the best of you. Especially when they don’t know anything about you or me or our relationship. We know what we are and what we have, it doesn’t matter what he thinks is better for me. I have what’s best. Forever.”

He sighs, the weight of the night lifting from him slightly, but not enough.

He rests his chin on the top of her head, his eyes on the verge of being soaked with tears. Because though he knows her words to be true, he just can’t seem to shake what’s rattling in his bones and picking at his skin.

He wants it all to be okay, and it almost is, just not fully. And it’s killing him from the inside out.

“It’s a new feeling for me.” Harry confesses sadly, trying to think of the right words to say to explain what’s burning in his chest. “It hurts me to feel it. I’m so comfortable and confident in you and yet somehow I can’t — I can’t stop thinking about you and that fucking bartender and him touching you and making you laugh and —”

“You’re jealous.”

She pulls away from him slightly, her eyes looking up at him softly and sympathetically. He gives into her gaze for only a beat longer before looking away from her again, unable to take it.

It all makes sense — the unfamiliar feelings, the scrambling of emotions, the sensitivity to the words that had been spoken about him. His relationship had been threatened for the first time since it started, how could he not be?

“Of course I’m jealous. Which is absolutely horrible because you look so pretty yet it hurts too much to look at you.”

She chuckles, a playful smirk on her face as she reaches her hands up to his cheeks. And she turns his head to the side, forcing his eyes to look into hers as she rubs her thumb along his cheekbones.

Even like this, he is the most perfect man she’s ever seen. She has loved this person longer than she has loved anything else, how he could ever feel jealous of anybody is absolutely beyond her. He is all she will ever need, and everything she will ever want.

He is the only person that has ever deserved her.

“Baby, you have nothing to be jealous of. I don’t think, since the moment I’ve laid eyes on you, I’ve ever bothered to look for anybody else.” His breath faults, then, his heart dropping as if it were falling in love all over again.

And just like that, the hurt is gone.

“I’m yours, H. I have always been yours.”

He wants her to keep going, so instead of answering, he taps the back of her thigh twice. He’s never done so outside of sex, but he needs her all over him, holding him, hanging onto him. He needs it now more than ever.

She giggles, understanding exactly what he wants before jumping up until her legs are wrapped around his waist and her arms are looped around his neck. He catches her instantly, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck and kissing at the exposed skin.

She loves how much her words have an affect on him.

“I love you so much. I always will. No matter how many sleazy men ask me to sleep with them.”

He whines, lifting his head from her shoulder before looking at her with sad eyes and pouted lips at the subtle reminder that somebody else thought of her that way. Only he has, only he can, it doesn’t matter the circumstance.

She’s his.

She smiles down at him with a small blush on her cheeks, her arms unwrapping from his neck so her hands can grip his face again.

“I sleep with you. Every night. In more ways than one.” She kisses at his lips. “Cause I’m lucky.”

And for the first time tonight, he smiles. And as if that wasn’t enough for her, he laughs too — quietly, breathlessly — his hands rubbing all along her lower back and her thighs.

“Hmm... I am lucky, aren’t I?” Harry hums in bliss, his eyes looking at her fondly as she hangs on his neck in their home and it doesn’t get better than this. She had a man practically drooling on her lap and yet she’s here, with him, loving him, choosing him, just like she always has. “I do have the prettiest girl in the world. And the sweetest. And the strongest.”

“Too bad you couldn’t be bothered.” She teases, a smirk on her lips before her tongue pokes out to run quickly against his closed lips.

He lets out an almost sinister laugh, rumbling so deep in his chest she somehow manages to feel it in her legs.

“Why don’t I show you how bothered I am?”

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A/N: I just realized there isn’t much talking at all. I’ll make up for it in part four. This shit is sad. I am sad so it’s fitting. I’m sorry in advance. I hope you enjoyed.

Part Two | Finale

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Not every story has a happy ending. Y/N is learning this the hard way.

“CEO of Bakugo Industires, Katsuki Bakugo, shows off his new girlfriend at the Industry Ceremony tonight—“

You turn your phone off. Your red, swollen tear filled eyes could not look at the words and pictures anymore. The press sure did know how to capture the model’s perfect angles. A courtesy they would never give you if you were ever lucky to fill her shoes.

The way Katsuki’s muscular arm snaked around her tiny little waist made you fall ill. The flash of his glamorous smile filled your broken one with rage.

Your ears are filled with the salty liquid that flowed from your orbs. You are not even sure how you are still breathing. It shouldn’t hurt this much. It shouldn’t feel like this. You are just fuck buddies.

Were just fuck buddies.

The words will not stop replaying in your head. It’s been over a month. It’s spinning on a broken record player. All the emotions you felt in that moment intensify with each passing day. You should hate him for abandoning you, but your heart cannot do so. All you wanted was him.

You knew better than to fall for Katsuki. He told you to keep your feelings out of your sexual relations with him yet here you are, sobbing into your bedroom pillow, a growing fetus inside of you.

The room felt restricting of your oxygen supply. The ceiling fan sent chills down your warm spine. Your body aches and your throat feels dry. Katsuki’s cruel words along with his actions strangle you. You have not been able to see straight since.

The next couple of months of work are pure hell. You did your best to avoid Katsuki and he did the same. You noticed that Katsuki did not look at you as you were the only one in the room anymore. He seemed to look past you. If you dared meet those beautiful crimson eyes for even a slight moment, you were left feeling disgusted with yourself. Katsuki has a way of speaking without actually doing so. You adored and hated that about him.

Whenever he addressed you for business matters, you had trouble formulating sentences. Your eyes always seemed to be puffy from the endless nights of hysterical tears. Katsuki’s voice held more aggression than you are used to. Maybe you wanted him to at least have some sympathy, but that was nowhere to be found. He soon stopped inviting you to meetings.

You two did a wonderful job of finding the long way around the office building. Any precaution there was to take, you both did, but no plan is bulletproof and you are going to see each other at some point.

You two have not seen each other in over a month — almost two — and you have been feeling stronger than before. Less weeping nights, you are back to eating a normal diet, and you are more well rested. The bags under your eyes became less noticeable, but they still lingered longer than one would prefer.

You dried off your hands in the restroom — the one furthest from you and Katsuki’s office — and headed out to get back to work. The hallway is quite vacant around this time of day. Everyone is either on lunch or too focused on their work before packing up for the day. Your heels echoed amongst the marble floor. Looking up, your breath hitched.

Your eyes met the ones you desperately wanted to despise. Yours held sadness and desperation while he held anger and disgust. The way Katsuki viewed you, you started to view yourself. Even if it isn’t your fault.

The glance was only a maximum of five seconds, but those five seconds felt like a decade for you two. A period of time you would come to mentally plead for overtime.

You have not seen him for another three weeks after that. The cycle repeated: you sobbed, and sobbed some more, and then you started to cry less.

Then it happened.

You are coming into work late due to a doctor's appointment. The baby is healthy as are you so that is lovely news. Something you would love to share with Katsuki if he even remembered your name.

The elevator was taking its sweet time getting up to the floor where your office is located. You felt strong. How could you not? Your baby is going to be okay from the looks of it. A little human is excited to meet you and you are becoming excited to meet them.

Maybe things are starting to fall into place.

Elevator doors open. You begin to walk forward but come to a halt with the man standing in front of you; Katsuki Bakugo.

Your heart races with your bottom lip begging to quiver. You do your best to hide it though as you brush past one another. A jolt of electricity shot through you. The slightest graze of his calloused fingertips felt so rigid yet so soft. Your instincts force you to look up to see the stranger peer down at you. The stranger you used to know.

“See me, Katsuki. See me as the woman you used to know.” You mentally beg. You just wanted him to see you as somebody. Somebody he used to want.

Katsuki paused there, speaking to you through his eyes. This time, they did not hold as much disgust as before. Maybe it’s the hormones, but you could have sworn you witnessed longing within the roots of his irises. If Katsuki was capable of processing his emotions and allowing them to show, he would write them on his features. He remains stone cold, preventing his fingertips from latching onto yours. So, awkwardly they lay, both of your breaths caught in your windpipes until Katsuki decides to break free of the shackles.

You attempted to be in Katsuki’s space more. You knew him like a book just like he did for you. You both learned each other’s frequent routines.

Awkward encounters became more frequent and you both secretly looked forward to them. Long stares that withheld unspoken phrases. Katsuki’s gazes turned from disgust to softness. Especially with your stomach starting to show as the months rolled on. Still, not a word was spoken

The corporate office began to talk. Chatter amongst Katsuki’s employees disturbed his peace of mind. He knows he has to address you at some point, but what is there to say? What could Katsuki even begin to formulate for you to understand where he is coming from? You are due sooner than he is comfortable with. There is no hiding your stomach.

You never asked a penny from him. Hell, you have not even tried to speak to him since that night. You only spoke when formally addressed. Even that was rare.

Katsuki replays that night a lot while laying in bed. He claims what you two had was just two coworkers having sexual intercourse, but nothing can hide the way he moans your name when he masturbates or has sex with someone else. The way he sees you in every female he comes into contact with. Nothing can hide the way his natural rapid heartbeat stops by the mention of your beautiful name. Don’t even get him started on the way you purposely would get on his nerves. They are all part of the list of delicate little things he missed.

You have every right to hate him. Katsuki would not blame you if you did. His hatred for himself reflected in his actions which ultimately was passed onto you. You carried that burden. He would search for the reflection of his anger in your orbs, but they held none. They held nothing but sadness and love. Love he refuses to accept.

Katsuki laid in bed, alone, allowing his mind to wander. He cursed you for keeping him awake. He is a busy man with things to do yet your features haunt him. The thought of someone else touching you the way he does killed him. He knows he would have heard muttering by now if you went to his rival yet there is silence.

You are silent.

You are falling deep into your peaceful slumber. Something you have been doing more lately. You no longer need the lullabies of your heartache and unwanted whimpers for comfort. You are more at ease.

A heavy knocking at the door startled you. Groaning and gazing at your cell phone, the time read the time.

1:03AM

The knocking picked up again. You are not expecting company at this hour so you take precautions. Grabbing the metal baseball bat you keep under your bed, you stroll to the door. The knocking echoed through your apartment complex much to your sleeping neighbors dismay. Your adrenaline rises with each step you take towards the door. Gazing out the peephole of your front door, you see Katsuki standing at the door.

Throwing the baseball bat to the side, you open the door.

“Katsuki, what the—“

Katsuki ushers himself in, not even giving you an opportunity to scold him or ask anymore questions. Instead, his lips are entangled with yours. Magnets desperately pulling towards each other. You attempt to push him away as you smell the alcohol lingering in his breath, but Katsuki is much stronger than you are.

Your mind is telling you to hate this, but your heart speaks otherwise as Katsuki pushes you against the beige wall, caging you in with his arms. You did not even try to stop him as he began removing any article clothing on your body. Your lips only disconnected for short seconds before meeting again. Now you are laid on the kitchen table, Katsuki’s thick erected cock deep in your pussy, begging moans escaping your parted lips.

Here we go again.

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