#he was starting to open up to them and he protected them from bb and the crew cared about him and

[woodlandthorns]

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heyyyy ryyyyy <333

since ur requests are open i thought id go ahead and ask if you're mayhaps open to anything for batmom? i don't have a completely solid idea but maybe smn like batmom has been getting threats or maybe hate or smn from somebody and everyone's reactions and how they get hella protective?

obv no pressure and you definitely do not have to write this

hope you have a great day bb

Heyyyyy, so this grew hands and wrote itself, I hope you enjoy it. It did end up with a lot of backstory.

Earned Position

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You knew this would happen. Once your relationship with Bruce got out there would be an influx of love and hate. You also knew that everyone else knew that as well. It was common knowledge than anyone around a celebrity of sorts would experience that. 

Of course you did the normal things, turned off most notifications and only looked through areas online you knew would mostly be safe. You blocked tags and and only followed people you knew or ones who didn’t post about drama. 

When you did stumble onto hate, you moved on. If someone kept sending you nasty messages you blocked them, when they made other accounts to keep sending the same things, you changed your settings so only those you followed could message you. 

It wasn’t something you wanted to deal with but it was something you could handle. Something you started mentally preparing yourself for when Bruce’s attention on you lasted more than 4 dates, even more so when you caught yourself daydreaming about him.

You were not going to let random bitter people on the internet destroy your happiness like they did their own. Your family however, wanted to destroy what was left of your haters' happiness. Something you were trying to curb, but trying to tell a family of vigilantes who considered you the best mom in existence not to destroy your haters was like talking to a brick wall. Over the years, you had gotten used to it. It barely even registered anymore. But there had been a recent influx of the hate and while it didn’t bother you, it bothered the rest of your family. None of them could stand people talking bad about their mom.

While you hadn’t been there while the older ones were young, the second you had introduced yourself to them, you had taken a very important role in their lives. None of them realizing it at first. All of them had gotten used to the random women Bruce brought home that it took a little while for them to realize how important you were. 

Dick wasn’t sure at first. Thinking you were just another girlfriend that wouldn’t last long. So he didn’t really interact with you much. Ignoring your existence when it wasn’t too rude, or at least obviously rude. Until one night when he was staying at the manor and had a nightmare about his parents death. 

Bruce had an open bed policy. As long as there was still room for him, his bed was open. A policy he had started when Dick had gotten old enough he was worried he wouldn’t be allowed to go when he had a nightmare. Bruce had always reminded all his kids, that nightmares don’t go away just because you’re older and that needing comfort wasn’t something they would outgrow. 

The thing was, you were there. Girlfriends didn’t mind when children did it but they never liked it when his adult kids did it. The shaking in his hands and the way he saw them fall in the darkness of every blink told him the only way he was getting any sleep was with someone. 

Hopefully he could just slip into Bruce’s side and leave before you woke up. That was the plan until he found Damian on Bruce’s side and you had been pulled closer to Bruce taking up what was left. You moved a little and Dick took that as his sign to deal with it himself until he heard you whisper his name. He hummed so you knew it was him and not some random stranger standing over Bruce’s side of the bed. 

“Nightmare?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on.” You lifted the blanket next to you, “Bruce told me you guys come here when you have nightmares. There's plenty of room over here for you.” Dick hesitated for a second before giving in. He needed sleep anyway. You weren’t when you said there was plenty of room, Dick had most of your half of the bed. Once he had settled on his side, facing away from you, he felt you pull the blanket over his shoulders. 

“Night Dick, sleep well.” For some reason, that was what did it. Once the tears started they didn’t stop. Silent sobs made him shudder and he felt one of your hands gently rubbing his back. “Oh Dick.” There was no pity in your tone and he found himself rolling over and curling into you. Your chin resting on his head while you rubbed his back. 

The next day, he followed you around like a puppy. Your side of the bed became his favorite when he had nightmares and it wasn’t long before he turned to you for general comfort over anything.

Jason met you at his grave. Neither of you exchanged words, but he caught something in your gaze he didn’t quite understand. He also wasn’t sure why you were at his grave either, he didn’t know you when he was younger. 

When he saw the Gotham News post about Bruce and Your 2nd anniversary, it brought more questions than answers. Why were you at his grave alone? Let alone longer than a few seconds. It was an odd way to gain more of Bruce’s affections. 

Every Tuesday you would be there, leaving flowers and talking softly to the stone. Every time you left, you would smile and nod, the look in your eyes he couldn’t figure out was still there. Every time he would strain to heat what you were saying and only be able yo a few words here and there. 

6 months into it, the routine changed. You brought a blanket and Basket with your usual flowers. You did what you normally did with the flowers but instead of talking to the stone you waved him over. When he didn’t move, you stopped what you were doing and looked at him. 

“Jason Todd, I have been keeping your secret for 6 months. Helping me spread this blanket and having lunch won’t change it.” He stared at you while you waited expectantly. Eventually when he could get himself to move, he came over and helped. He sat down where you motioned for him too, all while trying to figure out how you knew.

“Bruce mentioned this used to be your favorite when you were younger so I asked Alfred to teach me how to make it. I hope it's up to your standards.” He looked at the plate of food you handed him. It was almost overflowing with food, all of which reminded him of the good times back at the manor before he died. “Alfred also sent your favorite cookies when he heard I would be eating at your grave.” The bag of cookies was placed next to the basket, within easy reach.

“Why?” Was all Jason managed to choke out around the lump in his throat.

“I decided early on in life, no matter who I was with, I would love their family as my own. My grandfather hated my grandmothers side and it caused a lot of pain in all the generations. I decided I would never do that to another family.” Jason found himself back in control enough to start eating. 

“So when I started dating Bruce and he told me about you, I decided to treat you like you were my own. Even though I had never met you and you were dead. Most of what that meant was keeping your grave clean and always making sure there were fresh flowers. While I did that, I would tell you everything that was going on.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Your eyes, they may be a different color but they looked too similar. So I did a little digging and found pictures of your biological pictures to place the face shape it matched. I think however you look more like Bruce then either of them.”

“Are you going to tell them?”

“As much as I would love to. It’s your choice. You’ve been keeping this to yourself for a reason. If I can help you get to a place to tell them, I would love to. But I won’t say a word until you're ready. However, I would like to keep having lunch with you.” 

A year later, Jason reintroduced himself to the rest of the family a lot calmer than originally planned and was glued to your side anytime he felt overwhelmed that night. Every Tuesday after that, lunch was scheduled.

Tim was nervous when it came to you. He was still living in the manor so he saw you more than the older two. You always seemed nice and respected his privacy but Bruce was always with you so you obviously would. 

It was when he wasn’t around that worried Tim. Bruce attracted golddiggers and they were always mean when Bruce wasn’t there. When you were given a copy of the key, Time braced himself. 

Of course he knew that if he told Bruce anything that happened like that, Bruce would break it off. He had always told them that they came first. But he also knew that Bruce liked you a lot. All the other ones Bruce liked a lot that turned out to be horrible, he broked it off. Tim had seen how it had made him upset and he really hated doing that to him. Maybe he could deal with it for once. 

So when Bruce left for a business trip, Tim was Expecting the worst. What he didn’t expect was for you to knock on his door and ask if you could join him. When he agreed and stepped back so you could come in. He expected you to go to his bed or his desk chair not, the oversized bean bag on the floor.

“I have a question for you but you can’t tell Bruce yet.” Here it comes. “What would a funny way to tell him I know he’s Batman?” Tim wasn’t expecting that one. “I was thinking a lot of batpuns but his paranoia is too bad for that.”

“How did you figure it out?” You walked him through your process and didn’t say anything as he wrote parts of it down. Once you finished explaining the process for Bruce, you explained any way it was modified in figuring out their identities.

“Who do you think I am?”

“Red Robin.” Tim found himself getting excited. 

“You know those notes you leave him in his office?” You nodded. “You should leave those in the Batcave.” You considered it but your thinking was interrupted but Tim shouting. 

“No! One night when we’re all in the cave, you could bring some snacks!” 

“You just want snacks when he’s lecturing you don’t you?”

“Maybe..”

“Alright, but you have to tell the others so they can tell me what snack they want.”

So Tim slowly and carefully went through all his siblings, letting them know you figured it out, Bruce didn’t know, and what the plan is. Every time he relayed a snack to you he’d watch how carefully you’d write it out to make sure you had it correct or look up recipes if you couldn’t find it in stores. 

Two weeks later, Tim was the one who sent the signal in the middle of a lecture everyone was receiving and he got a front row seat to see Bruce’s face when you walked in and handed out snacks before giving him a kiss and telling him to be nice and leaving. 

Any other worries were left in the dust when you helped him win the nerf war for the best seat in the home theater. He thoroughly enjoyed his spot next to you while Bruce swore revenge from the other side of the room.

Damian treated you politely but that was it. His mother was still alive and he didn’t want another one, one was more than enough. Not only that, but you were weird. 

One time when you were over, you found one of his report cards. Immediately you were praising him. He didn’t understand why, he had basically failed one of his classes with an A-. You should be disappointed like his mother would be, not hanging it up on the fridge and telling people not to touch it. Definitely not taking him out for ice cream and calling him so smart. He definitely shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he walked past it, but he still was. 

When he was practicing his violin and Messed up, you were supposed to tell him to stop failing, that he should be better. Not smiling at him and telling him he’s making good progress. You should be telling him that he should have memorized that piece in a day. He shouldn’t be feeling any pride when he finally does memorize it, it took him 4 days to learn it.

When he was struggling to learn a language, you were supposed to tell him to work harder. He could do better, after all, he already knew so many. Instead you just smiled and recommended a break to refresh his mind. 

When he snapped at you in Arabic, he expected you to be upset since you didn’t know what he said and it was obviously not something nice. Instead you set the rule that if he was going to use Arabic to speak to you when upset, that he had to teach it to you and if what he said wasn’t something you had learned yet, he had to tell you in english. When he told you what it meant, you didn’t even get upset. He definitely shouldn’t be as excited as he was when you actually started learning. 

So many more little things piled up, leaving Damian confused. The differences between how you and his mother treated him was so big he didn’t know how to process it, he liked you and all the little things made him happy in a way he hadn’t really felt. But he still loved his mom, When he had enough of it, he asked you to stop. He still wanted to love his mom. Once again, you did something you weren’t supposed to.

“Oh Damian, I’m not trying to replace your mom nor am I trying to make you feel like you can’t love her or she doesn’t love you. Your mom and I show our love in different ways and its ok for you to love or like both of us. You mother loves you and she will always be allowed in your life if thats what you want.” You weren’t supposed to do that, but Damian was really glad you did.

Barbara wasn’t sure how you would react to her. She wasn’t just Bruce’s kid. She had a loving family she went back to every night. Most people weren’t really a fan of that, one of Bruce’s past girlfriends had some strong and hurtful things to say about it. 

When you took her for a day out, she found herself warming up to you but still waiting for the other shoe to drop. One of the new places you had planned to go, didn’t have wheelchair access. Like all the other girlfriends who had done this, she expected you to be annoyed that your plans had to change or you would just leave her outside while you shopped. 

You didn’t seem to notice her hesitation, just looking at what was next on your list and starting the trip there. When Barbara stared a little longer at a new movie that was in theaters, tickets and snacks were bought and you listed to all the lore she told you about before it started.

While it had been a nice day, Barbara wasn’t convinced. One day was easy to fake. Sure she had lots of fun, but Barbara was used to fakes when it came to Bruce’s girlfriends. Of course she wasn’t complaining about you being nice, she just wasn’t sure how long it would last. 

“Did you hear about that boutique?” She looked up from her food to look at her dad. “That new one that you tried to go to with Bruce’s girlfriend? Well there was a report that it didn’t meet the Americans with Disabilities act and the boutique is in trouble. People are speculating they’ll have to close down.”

Later that night, Barbara looked into it. They were in trouble, pretty big trouble from the looks of it. Towards the end of the article she found the name of the person who reported it, she wasn’t sure who she was expecting. Not you for sure but the Name Y/n L/n took her by surprise and filled her chest with feelings she couldn’t describe. 

The boutique ended up closing but a new one opened. Once it was open, you were the first to ask her to go. That weird feeling came back when she wheeled herself up the ramp and through the door you held open for her. Later that night, in the privacy of her room. She decided she liked you. 

Steph seemed like she liked you, she acted like she liked you, she didn’t really like you. Sure you were nice, Bruce loved you, the others were warming up to you, but she wasn’t sure how to feel about you. So she stuck with not actually liking you but pretending to. 

So when she was around you, it was all smiles and jokes. She wasn’t a big fan of it all but she did it because she knew you were important to Bruce and that was enough of a reason for her. She knew Bruce and the others could see through the act but as long as you couldn’t, that was enough. 

When Bruce announced he had to leave for a business trip right before she could hand him the parents visit for one of her AP classes, something the new teacher liked doing. She tucked the paper away. When Tim gave her a questioning look, she shook her head and later swore him to silence. 

Every time she heard someone mention their parents were going, she felt a pang of jealousy in her chest. Every time Tim mentioned bringing it up to you, she swore him into silence again. It wouldn’t be the first time no one showed up for her. She was however thankful you wouldn’t be at the manor as much so she didn’t have to pretend to like you.

When the day arrived, Steph was not having a good day. School dragged on slowly. Slower than normal. When school finally ended, she had to sit in the classroom and watch everyone else that was in her class leave and the parents of her classmates show up while no one was there or coming for her.

Someone sat in the seat next to her, she expected another family member of one of her classmates. Definitely not you. She couldn’t return your smile, too unsure of how you found out, the fact you actually showed up, and how she felt about you being there. You leaned a little closer so that the others in the room wouldn’t easily overhear. 

“I know I’m not your parent and someone you just pretend to like so if you want me to leave I will. But I figured someone was better then no one. Oh, and Tim wanted me to tell you he didn’t spill. Your teacher called the manor because no one had RSVPed for you and I answered it.”

That night, as Steph showed off all her hard work to you, the charade fell. She actually enjoyed her time with you and the boost of pride as you oohed and ahhed over all her projects and listened to her explain all the little details. That night, Steph realized, she didn’t need to keep pretending. She liked you, until she found out you didn’t like her favorite show but a nerf war solved that. 

Cass could tell you were different then the other girlfriends, your body language as you interacted with all of them showed it. However that didn’t mean she knew how to interact with you.

She had learned that she was fairly hard for new people to interact with. She also knew she had trouble interacting with people she wasn’t fighting. So it wasn’t a surprise when it started rocky. 

What was a surprise, was when you found out she was still having trouble reading and writing, you stepped in to help. Well, that wasn’t the surprising part, a lot of girlfriends did that. The surprising part was the amount of patience you had when it was only the two of you. 

When one method didn’t help, you tried another. Never once did you snap at her or call her a name. Everytime you got frustrated you would stop and look at her, say something along the lines of “If I had as much trouble with this as you do, I wouldn’t want to keep trying. You're doing absolutely amazing! I’ll keep looking for other ideas, but for now, lets take a break and get a treat.” 

Cass wasn’t sure why that always made her feel better, but it did. Every treat you brought was something you made just for the tutoring sessions and it always reminded her of what Alfred had told her once. “Something made with love for you will always taste better.”

And when a method that made it a little easier to learn was found, Cass found herself smiling along with your cheers. Bad days where she couldn’t seem to make any progress were always met with the same excitement, cheers, patience, and treats that all the others were. 

Cass still wasn’t sure of what to think of you exactly, but she knew she liked you and that you cared about her.

So when Tim saw the new rise in hate, a sibling meeting was called. They all went through each site, blood boiling as they saw what people were saying about their new parent. Plans were made, declarations of war were ready, and anger fueled all of them. Bruce could tell something was going on, but he wasn’t sure what it was and as long as it didn’t get out of had, he wasn’t sure if he had the energy to deal with it. 

War was declared in an interview by Steph. The lady was asking questions when the topic switched to Bruce, then you. The reporter was clearly trying to subtly find some dirt on you and Steph was not going to stand for it.

“Oh yeah! Y/n! She’s the best!” She put on her best press face. Trying to hide her anger over the hidden intent. She didn’t have to lie or act when talking about you but the change in the lady’s face going to disappointment when she didn’t get anything she wanted was making her look very punchable. 

“She’s always showing up for us and making sure we’re doing ok. If Y/n and Bruce were to break up, I think most of us would go with Y/n.” The way the lady kept trying to get anything really got on her nerves and Steph decided she needed to get out of there before she started using the lady’s face for target practice. You wouldn’t like that.

Cass was the first one to resort to violence. They had asked a thinly veiled question, basically asking if you were a golddigger. So she punched him in the nose and leaned down to flip the camera off. She hated interviews already but that made it so much worse. She hoped you wouldn’t be too upset with her punching the guy though.

Jason, surprisingly enough. Did not get violent… physically. He did however curse one out and threaten him when the reporter implied you were forcing them to say nice things. When the reporter kept pressing Jason broke his mic and told him if he ever heard him talking bad about you again, a broken mic would be the last of his worries. Jason knew you would be disappointed but he had held back, he didn’t shoot the guy like he wanted.

Tim threw his coffee at one reporter because he heard them say you were nothing but a regular person who didn’t deserve any attention. He then took over her segment, threatening the company to air it or he would make sure they went bankrupt. Once he finished his threats, anything he said was praising you name. Telling everyone how amazing you were and how much they all loved you.

Barbara made it a point to bring up everything you did for the community when they tried to throw some shade at you in an interview. She had documents to prove it and hacked their systems to add them into the interview so they couldn’t claim it was fake. She also made sure to run over his foot when she left. 

Dick punched a reporter when they tried to ask him what you were really like behind closed doors. He told them the truth, that you were just as good, kind, patient, and loving behind closed doors as you were out in public. He didn’t throw a punch until the reporter disregarded that as asked again because she couldn’t be that good. Dick knew a lecture would be coming once you saw, but he would rather sit through a lecture then let anyone tarnish your name.

Damian spent 10 minutes cursing and threatening a reporter in Arabic when they asked him if you had ever hurt him. When he was done, he told them in english, that if he ever got asked that question again, he would impale them. He knew you were going to make him sit down and translate everything and the general response you would give but he didn’t care, no one speaks bad about either of his mothers.

Bruce figured out what was going on after Steph’s interview. He saw the ones where they assaulted or threatened the reporters and made sure his lawyers were on standby to keep the kids out of trouble. After all, he had seen more than they had. 

He had watched as you tried to connect with Dick early on, how you worked hard to try and get somewhere. He had woken up before you when Dick had come in that night and heard how you handled it. He had woken up the next morning to find you holding Dick close, like you were trying to protect him from the nightmares. He had seen how you never turned Dick down when he wanted comfort, no matter how serious or silly the matter, and he had heard your excitement when you told him Dick liked you.

Bruce had seen the way you never missed a visit to Jason’s grave, on a visit of his own, he saw how much care you showed the stone marking it as his lost son. While he hadn’t been sure why it was alway the same time on Tuesday, he didn;t mention it. He felt the way you would sob in his arms after each visit, a year after the tradition started, you always said you had promised not to tell and he watched as you kept that promise even if it tore you to pieces. Once the shock and tears wore off for a little bit, he could see the trust that Jason had in you.

He heard the way you questioned if you should have a key to the manor, you didn’t want to make Tim uncomfortable in his own home, or how you questioned if you should visit while he was gone. Not wanting to stress Tim out when there was no reason too. He saw the way you and Tim grinned at each other when you brought snacks down for all the kids he was currently lecturing. He head the excitement in your voice as you told him about the tour Tim had given you of the Batcave and the shared laughter as you and Tim worked together to win the nerf war.

Bruce saw how you worked to give Damian the affection he didn’t think he needed. He felt you crying in his arms upset over the fact Damian thought you would be angry because he made a mistake or struggled in a class. He heard you practicing your Arabic as you got ready for bed and he watched as you stress paced over whether or not you said the right thing to him about his mother. 

He saw how angry you had been when you came back from your day out with Barbara. He had heard your call with your lawyer as you tried to figure out what to do. He saw you going through the laws and making a list to make sure your lawyer didn’t miss any. He heard about the movie you didn’t particularly care about and the lore you remembered in case of another because you wanted Barbara to have someone she could tell all of her favorite things too. 

Bruce saw the pictures you had taken from the school night. He heard all the details from you as you praised Steph’s work. He saw the way Steph stopped acting around you and the silly arguments the two of you would get into for fun. He heard the way you would listen to her as she verbally worked out her problems. He saw the way Steph looked for you in a crowd, the way she knew you were there but not where you stood exactly, the thought of you not being there never crossed her. 

He saw the way you stayed up late, researching different ways to teach reading and writing. He heard the patience and kindness and you worked with Cass. He saw the way you always made a treat just for Cass to have after each lesson because you wanted to reward her hard work. He heard the way you cried for Cass when she had a bad day and got frustrated with herself because you knew she was smart and you wanted her to see it too. He heard your celebrations when Cass made any progress, no matter the size. 

Bruce heard, saw, and felt the way you worked hard to have a relationship with his kids. How you had mourned for their losses, celebrated their wins, and felt their pain. He saw the way his kids blossomed under your care, growing to be better and more confident in themselves. The way you cared for them as if they were your own flesh and blood. So when he was asked about his kids behavior, he said as much. 

“Y/n has worked hard to be accepted by them. She’s given so much of her time, effort, patience, and love and never wanted anything in return. She always shows up for them, no matter what the occasion is, big or small, it doesn’t matter. If they want her there, she’ll be there. Everytime they need or want her, she’s there. She never judges them and treats them as if they were her own blood. Of course their upset and lashing out, people are insulting the woman who has cared for them more then most of their biological mothers.”

Later, a clip of you scolding Bruce and all the kids went viral. While you were scolding them over their behavior and making the kids who had reacted with violence or threats write apology letters because asking mean questions does not make it right to respond badly especially when its someone just trying to start drama. Everyone one noticed that there was no actual bite to your tone and no anger when they all refused to stop acting like that. In fact, there was a small soft smile on your face as you shook your head at your family.

[girlboypersonthingy]

Hiiii I wanted to request hazbin boys x injured male reader? Reader gets into a scuffle, gets roughed up quite a bit and comes home not looking too well (I wanna see em fuss over the reader lol)

Mmph, yes yes, I love boys fussing over their injured darling. Too fuckin cute! I have so many great requests for Hazbin and Helluva, I’m so excited 🫨 thanks for the request and enjoy anon 💟

Notes: gn!reader bc anyone can get into a scuffle so why not, mostly fluff with a sprinkle of angst

TW: blood, bruises, fighting, cussing, of course it’s suggestive during Angel’s part 😉

Includes Lucifer, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Vox and Alastor

Hazbin boys x reader- Bruises 🖤

You’re not sure who roughed you up, you barely got a look at the dudes before you were laid out on the dirty sidewalk getting punched and trying to push one of the perpetrators off you. Whoever he was, he was strong and brutal and must’ve really had a problem with you because damn, you were fucked up. Not that you couldn’t hold your own, but there was more than one of them and they really caught you off guard. You had suffered several blows to the face and a few kicks to the stomach and back. Seemed like the group showed just a bit of mercy tho- they could’ve broken your legs or straight up killed you. Luckily, you limped away with only minor injuries but a huge blow to your psyche. While it could’ve been worse, it was horrific and traumatizing regardless.

It’s hard trying to stay tough and take care of yourself because you’re scared, feeling like you’ll have to look over your shoulder from now on when you’re out on the streets. It was also a bit embarrassing considering Husk and Angel offered to tag along with you to keep you safe but your dumb ass insisted you were fine alone.

It was late now, around the time everyone went to bed at the hotel so you were expecting to silently creep inside, hobble to your room and take care of yourself in secret. And if anyone asked about the marks or bruises the next day, you’d just blame it on a wild night of partying. To your surprise, as you walk in the door the entirety of the hotel’s staff and residents were sitting on the floor and couches in the front room, drinking and talking by the fireplace. Of course, Charlie had everyone doing some bonding bullshit late at night. The sound of the door clicking open has everyone’s eyes looking towards you now. “Ah, shit…” Leaves your swollen lips as the crowd gasps and one by one, they all stand and approach your damaged figure. Finally, the one person you really didn’t want to see you like this comes rushing forward to get a good look at you.

Lucifer 🍎

“Oh, Satan! (Y/N), are you okay? What happened? Ohhh, my poor angel!”

Proceeds to fuss and worry over you while wearing the saddest expression :,( his poor bb

Might actually cry a little…just hurts him to see his darling all banged up.

It’s not just the physical pain he senses, it’s the emotional pain you feel too- the fear and the trauma and the stress of it all

His hands just hover all around the most damaged parts of you- fingers almost touching your eye which was now swollen shut, his thumb ghosting over your busted bottom lip

Whisks you away to his room and runs you a bath. Gets you all clean and is probably still whining and crying over you as he watches the bath water turn red with all the blood washing off you and gets you ready for bed.

He’s an emotional man, okay?

He also feels extremely guilty for not being there to protect you. Even if you bluntly told him you don’t need his protection, he feels like it’s still his fault at least a little bit.

Miiiiiiight start a silly little argument over you never leaving the hotel or his side ever again lol

“I just want to protect you, my love. Please! Stop being stubborn.”

He’ll really really baby you tho.

Like even if your legs are working fine, NOPE! Don’t move an inch. Luci will carry you anywhere you desire.

“Lucifer, I just have a black eye and some scrapes. I can walk just fine, babe.”

And he’ll just ignore you and continue to coddle you and do everything for you

For sure this man peppers very gentle, very soft and slow kisses on your tender face once you’re cleaned up and finally resting in his bed

And he for sure cries again in the morning when he wakes up and your face looks even worse

Probably even panics a bit like-

“IM TAKING YOU TO A HOSPITAL OH MY SATAN!!! MY POOR BABY WWAAAA!”

“It’s just some bruises! Luci, they always look worse before they look better, I’m fine.”

Just calm him down with some kisses and words of love

Angel Dust 🕸️

“Holy shit! What happened, babe? Oh no…this is bad. This is sooo bad! This is why we wanted to go with ya.”

Also gets very dramatic and concerned, looks so sad over your battle wounds

But of course he’s a flirt even under tough circumstances and can make a dirty joke even in the most dire situations

He’d definitely tell you you look hot asf and that you’re soooo brave~

Tries to lighten the mood a bit

“(Y/N), I wanna be the only one who gets to rough you up.” *pouts but also winks at you*

Angel has had his fair share of beatings courtesy of Valentino so he’s very good at first aid and knows tons of tricks to help with bruising, cuts, scrapes, preventing scars, relieving the pain.

He’s great at the clean up part but even better at the comfort part

Brings out all six arms to wrap you up in while you lay in his bed, cuddling up to you while offering soft kisses to the parts of you that aren’t so sore.

Angel is always down to fuck so if you’re feeling up to it, he’ll offer you some great sexual healing while being oh so careful of all your wounds and all the painful spots.

Will let you take control too, he hopes it’ll make you feel better and maybe return some of the confidence you lost from this scuffle.

He can spot a bruised ego from a mile away and he’ll do anything to get you feeling happy and secure again.

Also argues with you about never letting you go anywhere alone ever again lol he just loves you too much. If you’re gonna get jumped, he’s either gonna be there to help you out of it or he’s gonna be taking half the beating right next to you.

Reminds me of a song…

“I wanna walk with you, wherever you go to. I wanna hurt with you. Whatever you go through, I do too.” -sour switchblade by Elita

Yeah that’s Angel, just wants to be beside you no matter the circumstances

Husk 🃏

“Oh, you dummy! This is why we wanted to go with you. Oh, doll face. Who did this? You alright?”

Yeah, he’s mean sometimes so he’s gonna scold you for going out alone before the comforting starts.

Ultimately, he doesn’t pull you away to get you cleaned up or anything. Lets you decide what to do next, where to go. He just follows you and keeps a hand on you somewhere to let you know he’s here for you.

Will whip up any drink you ask for in hopes of it relieving the pain a bit

But he’s sneaky, he’s gonna ask you tons of questions about what happened, who did it, where you were, how many of them there was. Won’t give you your drink until you answer him.

Husk is plottin and schemin, wanting to get back at the assholes who did this to you. Hes thinking about all the cool, little weapons he has and what he can do with them to teach those jerks a lesson.

In the end tho, he does get more sentimental and soft spoken later while cuddled up to you in bed.

He’ll purr softly in your ear while letting his hands gently roam your body, tracing comforting circles all over your bruised skin

Will def wrap you up in his silky wings and then proceed to pour out his entire heart to you.

“I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay. You need to listen to me. I know better than you, I’ve been down here a long time. You have to be more careful. I dunno what I’d do if I lost ya, doll. You gotta stick with me, I’ll always protect ya.”

Once you fall asleep, he wanders out to the lobby to find Angel at the bar and there they talk about teaming up to get revenge on the assholes who dared to touch Husk’s little babe

The next morning, of course they’re still talking about it. You’ll have to tell these idiots to stop and just let it go bc omg they sound crazy rn they’re gonna make a mess if you let this continue

Buuuut if you kinda like them fussing over you this much, then by all means let them do their thing as you sit back and enjoy the attention

Ooooh, Husky is getting maadddd. Kinda cute when he lets a protective growl slip out while talking to Angel. Aww he loves you~

Sir Pentious 🐍

Immediate tears and full blown panic attack at the sight of your battered face.

“OH MY GOODNESSSSSS!!! My baby! My darling! Ohhhhhh, you poor thing, come here! I’ll take care of you.”

Doesn’t care that the entirety of the hotel residents are crowded around watching you two- Pentious holds you like a baby in his arms and carefully sinks to the ground with you, holding you so tight it actually kinda hurts due to all your bruises.

Cries for a while like this- goes back and forth between examining your bruises and cuts and bloody nose with his watery eyes to then burying his face in your neck as he weeps for you.

“Pen, I’m okay. Just a little banged up. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“I CAN’T HANDLE IT!!! You’re too pretty to be beaten up like thisssss. Aawwwww.” And he’s crying even harder now.

And this goes on for a while until you finally decide to get up and go to your room with him to get cleaned up.

Babies the absolute fuck out of you- brings you food in bed and tries to feed it to you, gets you in the bath and refuses to let you touch anything while insisting he do all the work for you, carries you everywhere.

It’s actually so nice tho- he washes your hair for you real slow and firm as he scrubs your scalp, very carefully washes the dirt and dry blood from your skin only to reveal more bruises he hadn’t seen before, carefully applies ointment to your bloody cuts and scrapes

Listen…this man is not gonna stop crying until you are 100% healed up. Even the next morning, you wake up beside him to see his face wet with tears as he sniffles.

At least you know he really truly deeply cares for you and loves you 💚

“Oh, it’s okay, babe. I’m felling so much better today, especially since I get to start my morning in bed with you.”

And now he decides he’s gonna keep you in bed all day and continue to baby and pamper you

Keeps his tail and most of his body wrapped around you loosely all day as you watch movies and relax. Cant stop staring at your face and focusing on each blue and black bruise you wear, eyeing every cut and scrape and the split skin on your lip.

You took a beating and he thinks it’s only fair that you and him stay in bed until you’re truly feeling well enough to resume your normal daily tasks.

Of course, he has to stay with you in case you need something! Can’t leave his injured partner alone, wouldn’t dream of it!

Vox 🖥️

(I know he’s not at the hotel, pretend you just walked into V Tower instead, k?)

REVENGE REVENGE REVENGE

“WHAT. THE. FUCK?! Who? Where? When? HOW FUCKING HOW DARE THEY-“

You’ll have to cut him off or he’ll go on an entire raging tangent about revenge and eventually short circuit lol

“Voxy, I’m okay. Don’t worry about it. I just wanna get clean and go to bed.”

He slowly cools off and begins to focus more on you and your injuries, asking if you’re okay or if there’s anything he can do. Now behind closed doors, his entire attitude changes.

He’s following you into every room, watching you with an expression of intense sadness and concern, wishing he could take all your pain and give it to himself instead. He’d suffer for you if it meant seeing you happy and healthy

Sits in the bathroom in silence but keeps you company while you wash up. He might ask if you need help but also wants to give you space and make sure you feel safe

Assists you in getting dressed while making it very romantic and being very attentive. Vox will so slowly slip your pajamas onto you while letting his claws ghost over all your bruises.

Will lean in and kiss your busted lips right as your head pops through the top of your shirt, followed by a smile and probably more kisses

Listen, most of these boys are gonna become way more over protective after this incident okay? Vox is most definitely not an exception

Insists that either He’s gonna be with you every where you go from now on or he’s gonna send security with you every where you go from now on.

And no matter who is with you when you’re out in the streets, his cameras will also be watching over you.

Oh yeah, and he goes back in the cam footage and has a perfect view of the whole incident. He watches it over a few times before ordering a hit on every sinner who dared to mess with his lover.

You’ll never have to worry or look over your shoulder or worry again 😘

Alastor 🩸

Doesn’t say much or even stay long to worry about you at first.

He’s more angry and bent on revenge than anything. He’s worried about you too but he knows you’re strong and can take care of yourself.

He slips off to do some exploring and investigating to find out who did this to you

Spends maybe an hour figuring it out and then promptly goes on a murder spree to take care of all those pesky sinners who dared to lay a finger on his beloved

Okay, now that that’s out of his system, he can come back and take care of you.

Isn’t as cuddly and romantic as the others but he still babies you and refuses to let you do anything for yourself.

“Now now, darling. Just relax. I’ll have you cleaned up and feeling better in no time.”

Bathes you, dresses you, tucks you into bed all while humming slow tunes to you

Doesn’t cuddle you but sits on the bed beside you and gives your head some gentle pets

“You won’t have to worry any longer, my dove. I took care of those degenerates and I’ll never let you wander the streets of hell alone ever again.”

Will place a gentle kiss on your throbbing head before leaving you to rest.

He’s serious tho, anywhere you go he goes too. You’re never leaving his sight again ❤️‍🩹

[forever-rogue]

Hi bb 💕 the premiere of TLOU was so damn good and I’m so excited for the rest of the season! If you’re still writing for Joel and taking requests could we maybe have some domestic fluff with pre-outbreak Joel? Hopefully that’s enough to go off of! ☺️☺️💗

AN | I couldn’t help myself, dinner is served, bone app the teeth. It’s just fluff with a lil foreshadowing! Enjoy ❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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It was an early fall day that found you walking over to the Adler’s house and knocking on the door only to be greeted excitedly by Mercy’s barking. As soon as the door was open, the fluffy dog pushed his way past the screen door and over to you, weaving around your legs, tail wagging wildly as you reached down to pet him. 

“Sorry about him, sweetheart,” Mrs. Adler looked at the dog with a raised eyebrow, “he just loves people, but you know that by now.”

“Good thing I love him too. Huh buddy, you’re such a good boy,” you bent down and scratched his ears before kissing his snout, “is Sarah here? I just got to their house and wanted to see if she wanted to come home and help me with some baking.”

“She is,” the screen door opened and you stepped inside, immediately overwhelmed by the smell of cooking and that odor that older homes often had. You spotted the young girl at the kitchen table, but as soon as she heard you, she turned around with a huge smile, “do you girls want to stay for dinner?”

“No,” you and Sarah chorused before looking at each other sheepishly. You gave her a wink before clearing your throat.

“Thank you for the offer,” you smiled sweetly, “Joel’s going to be home soon and we’d promised him some cookies so…we’d better get to baking!”

“Of course,” she seemed unphased by your lame excuse, which to be fair wasn’t a total lie, “well, you know you’re both welcome any time. And Joel.”

“Thank you,” you grabbed Sarah’s backpack as soon as it was packed up and herded the young girl towards the door, “have a good evening.”

As soon as the two of you were outside, after having given Mercy a few more pets, you exchanged a look before both breaking into a fit of giggles.

“You came just in time,” Sarah sighed dramatically, “she was just about to start knitting and insisted on showing me how to knit today.”

“I knew I was getting some distressed vibes for a reason,” you gently nudged her side with your elbow, “don’t worry kiddo, I’ll always be there to save you. Especially from old ladies and their knitting. I can’t imagine a worse fate.”

“Seriously,” she unlocked the door and the two of you stepped into the Millers’ quiet house. You liked it here, it felt so homey and lived in, filled with lots of laughs and love. You cringed when you realized how cheesy that sounded, even in your head, but it was true. In the almost two years you’d been with Joel, it had all but become your home too, “did you mean it when you said we’re doing some baking?”

“Sarah, my sweet Sarah,” you kicked off your shoes as you made your way into the kitchen, laughing internally at the half consumed glass of orange juice and cup of coffee from this morning. They had been running late…again. How very on brand for both of them, “would I ever lie to you?”

“You haven’t yet,” she grinned as you nodded. 

“And I expected you to always be truthful with me,” you put the dirty dishes into the sink, “did you get all your homework finished?”

“Yup,” she grinned, “finished it with enough time to even sell some hardcore drugs.”

“I’m impressed,” you snorted in amusement, “you managed to get to Mrs. Adler’s, do your homework, sell some drugs, and make it back before anyone noticed you were gone. That is some skill.”

“Totally,” she laughed as you high fived each other. Truth be told, she’d hadn’t been sure about you when Joel first introduced the two of you. And you couldn’t blame her; she was fiercely protective over her father. It had been just the two of them for basically her entire life - her mother, Joel’s wife, had left the two of them when she was only a few months old. She didn’t even remember her own mother. And the idea that a stranger was going to come and change everything? It was terrifying. 

But you never pushed or forced yourself into her business, and let her warm up to you. You wondered at first if it had anything to do with the fact that you were a bit younger than Joel, but quickly learned it was all just because she loved him so much. And he loved her just as much and then some. But over time, she’d come to love you too and you loved her. 

These days it was Sarah pushing Joel to just finally have you officially move in. Again, that one was on Joel. You weren’t going to push him either. This was just as new for him; you were the only person he’d dated since his wife. But you loved the Millers and you knew that your future held both of them in it. That was all that mattered.

“How about some chocolate chip cookies?” you suggested and her face eagerly lit up as she nodded, “okay but, tell me how much your dad would hate it, if we tried to make pumpkin chocolate chip cookies.”

“He’d love them, but he’d never admit it,” she said and you knew she was right, “how about we make both?”

“A grand plan,” you smiled, “throw on a record and let’s get started. Maybe we can have everything ready before he’s home.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Something smells good,” neither of you had heard Joel come in, but when you turned around you found him leaning against the doorway, a lazy smile on his face. You shook your head in amusement as Sarah ran over to him and hugged, “hey baby girl.”

“You’re home early for once,” she grinned at him, and he playfully rolled his eyes, “that’s what you should be doing, as a man of such advanced age.”

“Thirty-five isn’t advanced, it’s-”

“Ancient,” you finished for him, smiling sweetly as he jokingly flipped you off, “we only tease out of love.”

“Some kind of love,” he huffed, affectionately touching Sarah’s cheek, “go on and set the dining table, okay?”

“Sure,” she smirked, looking between the two of you with a knowing little smile, “you just want to make out. I’m not a child, I know these things!”

“Table,” he groaned, taking her by the shoulders and gently ushered her out of the kitchen. She ran off, giggling under her breath, “and you are a kid!”

“Whatever!”

He turned his attention onto where you were leaning against the counter, setting his arms on either side of your body, affectionately trapping you in his grasp, “the two of you are always ganging up on me. Shoulda known you were going to be trouble.”

“Good trouble?” you reached up and put your hand on his face, swiping your thumb over the apple of his cheek. Joel always was a little rough around the edges, but you loved that about him. You loved how underneath that exterior, he had a kind, gentle heart.

“The best,” he took your hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Despite his best efforts, you could still see the faintest blush in his cheeks, “just so you know, I want to make out, but I don’t want to give her the satisfaction. We’re saving this for later.”

“Aye aye,” you mock saluted him and he snorted in amusement, “we made cookies. And your favorite for dinner, so I’ll be expecting a lot of thanks later.”

“Baby,” he closed his eyes and groaned softly, “you’re killing me.”

“And you’re letting dinner burn in the oven, so move it,” you put your hands on his hips and shuffled him to the side. You felt him watching your every move closely, “stop staring at my ass and help me, please.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but it was nothing but fondness…and it didn’t stop him from teasingly slapping your ass as you made a sound of surprise, “now I’ll help.”

“You are the worst, Joel Miller.”

What you really meant was I love you with every fiber of my being, Joel Miller.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Are you even paying attention to the movie?” you looked up at Joel, and nodded sleepily, pulling yourself off him as if to prove a point. You’d been lying on his chest, his arm around you for the last hour as you tried to focus on whatever silly movie he’d put on, “mhmm.”

“Shh,” you waved him off, “it’s not my fault you have terrible taste in movies.”

“This is a piece of cinema,” he joked, just as someone else on screen was getting their head chopped off, “niche cinema.”

“Sure Joel,” you yawned softly, “it’s getting late. I should-”

“Just stay baby,” he insisted and despite the fact that you knew he would, your stomach flipped happily, “I don’t want you driving late at night when you’re this tired.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist as he tugged you closer to him. You were soft and malleable and let him pull you into his lap, “but you’ve convinced me to stay.”

You leaned in to kiss him, slowly at first, suddenly feeling wide awake. Your body hummed with energy as his hands found purchase on your waist and he kissed you back with just as much eagerness. He really did make good on his makeout promise from earlier. And he kissed you until you were breathless and dizzy, grinning at him shyly.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he mused as his hand dipped under your sweater and spread his fingers along your ribs, “and beautiful.”

“Is that what you say to all the girls?” you teased softly and he let out a bark of laughter.

“Just you,’ he promised, as if you needed some sort of reassurance. You beamed as you leaned into him and peppered kisses along his jaw and down his glorious neck, “you keep this up longer and-”

“We’re not having sex on the couch,” you laughed quietly, a sound that went straight to his heart. He really loved you, he thought at that moment, “where one - Sarah could walk in on us any moment and two - we all sit on here. Bedroom, Miller.”

“Fine,” he pouted and you turned his face up towards yours as you kissed the pout away. A serious look crossed his features when you pulled away, “I’ve been thinking…”

“Uh oh. That’s never a good idea-”

“Hush,” he pressed a finger to his lips and you pressed a kiss to it, “I’ve been thinking that maybe it’s time you actually moved in. Officially.”

“Yeah?” your heart swelled and felt like it was about to burst with pure happiness. He nodded and there was a gentle hopeful look in his big brown eyes that you loved, “okay y-yeah. Yes. I’d really like that too.”

“Yeah?” This time it was his turn to ask for reassurance.

“Yeah,” you promised, cradling his handsome face in your hands. You kissed him a few more times, reverent and saccharine, before you pulled back again, “bedroom?”

“You read my mind.”

“Joel?” you paused for just a moment before either of you could move, “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

“Forever?”

“Forever,” he smiled softly, “and then even longer.”

[writtenbymoonflower]

omg i have a request !!! i don't think our bb james is much of a fighter, but imagine if someone just say something about reader that just hits a nerve, and poor bb literally gives himself a panic attack, to a point where reader is just pushing him away and trying to get him to breathe with her :((( just reassuring him and giving him all the love in the world !!! ofc u don't have to if u don't wanna ily !!!

i love this! thank you so much hunny! James Potter x fem!reader

cw: mentions of drinking, pressuring someone to drink, ‘b word’ used as a derogatory term, swearing

735 words

Despite the bitter chill in the air, you felt clammy and cramped. The campfire radiating warmth into your face was pleasant, but the overcrowding of bodies sitting next to you wasn’t as much. You leaned onto James’ chest, snuggling closer when he put a long arm around your shivering shoulders. The night was winding down from Sirius’ party, only a few people remained, all sharing the leftover drinks around the fire. The small amount of alcohol you had drank that night was sitting in your stomach like a brick and you couldn’t wait to get home and sleep it off. Your eyes were just drifting closed when they snapped wide open, a cold bottle pressed against painfully your bare shoulder. 

You looked up to see the person next to you trying to hand off a beer bottle to you. He was looking at you nicely enough, but you still declined. 

“I’m okay, thank you though.” You gave him a polite smile before turning back to James, who you could tell was reigning in his overprotectiveness. 

“C’mon, girly. One won’t hurt.” He pressed the bottle closer. “You’re not even buzzed, I can tell.” 

You stayed friendly but your tone was firmer. “I promise I’m fine. I’m sure someone else wants another though.” You cut your eyes to Remus and Sirius and their pile of empty beer and cider bottles next to them, laying scattered like an army fallen. 

“You sure?” The man sing-songed, pressing the cold bottle to your neck, wet with condensation. You flinched away. 

“Mate, pack it in. She said she didn’t want any.” James pulled you closer protectively. He wasn’t necessarily harsh, but the lack of joviality in his tone was chilling for those who know him well. The man took on a defensive nature, but was still attempting to appease James. 

“I’m doing this for you man.” He waggled his brows at James knowingly. “I’m sure she’s loads more fun loosened up.” You felt James stiffen but he didn’t have a chance to respond before the man looked at you, half joking, half irritation. “C’mon stop being such a frigid bitch and have a drink.” 

James shot up, swiftly moving so that he was between you and the man. “What the fuck did you just say?” The guy was floundering, backpedaling fast. 

“I’m just playing! Didn’t think you would be upset, shit.” He scooted away from your seething boyfriend. 

“You didn’t think I would be upset that you called my girlfriend a- that word? Are you really that fucking thick?” James snapped. He got closer to the guy's face before you tugged his hand. 

“James, calm down, it’s okay.” You stood up to gently tug him away. 

“Yeah, man. Listen to your bird-” He started, but then James snapped his head back, eyes ablaze. 

“McLaggen, mate, just leave.” Sirius said, harshly. 

“What? Sirius, c’mon. It’s a jo-” He stood up. Remus marched over, helping him to get his stuff. 

“Well it wasn’t fucking funny. You don’t say that shit here.” Remus said coldly. Their chatter moved away as he marched the offending man away from the fire. James looked like he was going to yell something after him, but he stopped. 

“It’s okay, Jamie.” You soothed, pulling him away as well. 

“It’s not.” He reiterated. “I can’t belie- I’m so sorry angel. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He hugged you tight. 

“I’m okay, he didn’t. You don’t need to be sorry. It was just a stupid guy, not nearly the worst I’ve encountered.” You laughed.

“That does not make it better.” He huffed like an angry puppy. “I can’t believe some people think that’s an okay thing to call a girl. My mam would’ve had my head if I ever said that.” 

“Not everyone is as amazing as you, honey. And a lot of people are worse than that guy.” You rubbed a hand up and down his tense arm. 

He at you wide-eyed. “Okay, well firstly, someone isn't 'amazing' for not being an asshole, that's just not being horrendous. And secondly.” He was half concern half immense confusion. “Who all has been like that to you? How many lads have been like him? I want names and dates, lovely.” 

“James,” You lovingly scoffed. “I love you. I love how protective you are of me, but I really am okay. Some people are just dickheads, it’s part of life.” 

He grunted, pulling you back into his arms. “Just because it's a part of life doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He kissed the top of your head firmly. “I love you too.” 

“Do you want to go back?” You asked softly, rubbing the thick curls at the base of his neck.

“Can we stay like this for a bit longer? I just- need to hold onto you.” His biceps strained around you from how tightly you were being held.

You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in his comforting scent. “Okay.”

[danieyells]

Can I see Romeo's voicelines please? He's such a failguy, I need to knowwww

How dare you call him a failguy!

he is THE failguy. don't make him sound offbrand.

i love Romeo he is honestly so ridiculous like. . .you meet Romeo in the first chapter and you do NOT realize he's going to be like. . .that. . .in the Sinostra chapter. . . .

Hello: (the first time the game is opened after that character is set as home screen NPC. Only happens once per day, unless the character is switched out and back.)

"Hey! I'm talking to you, BB! If you've got time to wander around, you've got time to wipe the tables!"

i thoguht the pc was supposed to be doing uh background work for you at the casino. why is she cleaning tables!? go ask her to run drugs for you or something.

You've Got Mail: (whenever there's something in the inbox, usually Arena rewards)

"Excuse me? What sane person lets their messages pile up like this!? Deal with them or I'll deal with you!"

'clean up your inbox or they will have to clean you and put you in a box'

Default: (requires no affinity, has no time constraints)

"Fuji... Come out, come out, wherever you are... Tch, where did he go? Why is running away the only thing he's good at!?"

"Listen up—call me Fico. That's the only name I'll respond to, understand!?"

disregard the 'Lulu' from Taiga, 'Romi-sama'/'Ro-Ro' from Leo, 'RomiRomi' from Rui. . .'Fico' is for underlings, and you are an underling!

"Come to my private office later—I've got a little proposal I think you'll want to hear.  But make sure you come alone."

"Just go! I cannot deal with this WTWUT! Wall-To-Wall Useless Trash, obviously!"

that was a long acronym!

"Time to count this month's protection fees... Not bad. I'll up this group by 2% next month. This one could go a little higher too..."

Affinity 1: (between 5am and 11am)

"Why does that DOF want to meet so early in the morning? If I get bags under my eyes because of this, I'm going to slit his throat."

we never learned what "DOF" stood for did we. we do know it's Hyde now, though!

Affinity 2: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Hello? Yes, I was just eating lunch. Again?  ...Fine. Tonight? All right. Bye now."

booty call from hyde? in the middle of the day? shameless

Affinity 3: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"Have you seen Shinjo anywhere? I just asked him to organize some documents and he ran off to make copies!"

Ritsu has a line referencing this one!

Affinity 4: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Mickey's bar? Yes, I am going again tonight, but it's only because there's nowhere else to go for a drink."

isn't there a bar in the casino. . .i guess he doesn't wanna spend time on the casino floor. also "Mickey" is Rui Mizuki, if you weren't able to figure that out haha

Affinity 5: (between 8pm and 5am)

"This is when the regulars usually come, so I have to sweeten the pot. I saw that HNTW out there earlier too."

i hate you and your acronyms LMAOOOO I THINK THIS IS REFERRING TO KAITO??? MAYBE??? he's the only character besides Taiga who frequents the casino that we're aware of!

Affinity 6: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"How dare those Frostheim slugs start whispering the moment they see my face... One day they'll be groveling at my feet..."

oof. . .the frostheimers are gossiping about the collapse of his family. . .yeah i'd be mad too there bud. i'd like to think he wanted to transfer to Frostheim once he became a second year and he ended up not doing it because Frostheim was just so toxic.

Affinity 7: (between 11am and 4pm)

"...Looks like I'm due for a tune up soon. Keeping my posture beautiful isn't easy, no matter how much I train my core."

i assume he sees like a chiropractor or a physical therapist or something. gets his atlas adjusted. maybe don't lean over your EITS laptops lol

Affinity 8: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"You're smelling the bedtime fragrance I bought from Kurossa earlier. He has a good eye, so I often ask him to pick things out for me."

'Kurossa' is Leo Kurosagi and his lines also reference this! I'm glad they get along so well haha I think they mesh pretty great. also the fact that Romeo gives little nicknames to people is cute. . . .

Affinity 9: (between 8pm and 5am)

"You want to see my Insta? I suppose that's fine, but do you even know anything about brands?"

brand ambassador romeo. . .god he probably does all sorts of dumb beauty shit on his instagram. do you think he participates in those health pyramid schemes? probably not, right, he's fairly legitimate in his business practices. . .sort of, sometimes, kind of, as long as you don't owe him money. . . .

Affinity 10: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Fuji's pendant? Of course I haven't given up on it. He has no idea of the value of what's hanging around his neck."

neither do we! please inform us!! but on the upside that means that Romeo knows what it is, to some degree. I assume it's some rare, powerful artifact. Kaito at least knows it's important.

Affinity 11: (between 5am and 11am)

"I have to drink a cup of room-temperature water, do an electric facial and a mask, apply body cream, do my neck routine... I have no free time in the morning."

Affinity 12: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Hey! There's a hair on the ground over here! And there's dust over here! Can't you even clean something properly without me holding your hand!?"

this is directed at his underlings, not the pc(or not the pc by themself.) I also appreciate that the Japanese specifies this is one single hair he's pointing out. Somebody get this man a roomba.

Affinity 13: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I maintain my bullets myself. You really think I'd let another man handle my crown jewels?"

handle your WHAT-- i mean anyone could've guessed you and taiga don't have a very active sex life

Affinity 14: (between 5am and 11am)

"What is going on with your skin!? Do you even have a proper routine in place? Unacceptable. Your overnight skin cell turnover is suboptimal and it shows."

Affinity 15: (between 5am and 11am)

"That BTH...! I was almost impressed to see him out so early until I realized he's been playing all night!!"

taiga pulling an all-nighter at his own goddamn casino lmao. . . .

Affinity 16: (between 11am and 4pm)

"What do you mean you don't need any more noni juice? I went out of my way to prepare it for you. Come on now, drink it."

he personally made it for you! now drink the bitter nasty health juice. don't make him feed it to you. (The fact that he made you a health dink--went out of his way to make it for you--shows that he's really starting to like you and now he's treating you like a pet.)

Affinity 17: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Finally, some goods worth talking about. I have to ring that DOF and arrange the next event..."

so Hyde is an active participant in these auctions huh. . .are the secret missions he gives Romeo based on selling and distributing artifacts and anomalies in secret. . .?

Affinity 18: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Money, hard work, and patience... That's the cost of true beauty. Don't think it's something you can easily imitate."

Affinity 19: (between 10pm and midnight)

"How about a smoke before bed? I'm joking. If I wasn't selling it, I wouldn't be touching this unhealthy garbage."

quick someone shoop the "quieres" meme with romeo HE DOESN'T ACTUALLY TELL YOU WHAT HE'S HANDLING. . .considering his line of work it could be anything but regular cigarettes or cigars. Is it weed? is it crack?? is it meth???? i find that romeo is essentially the campus dealer hilarious.

Affinity 20: (between 5am and 11am)

"What? I'm on my way to the gym for a workout. ...You can join me if you're interested."

you know damn well he probably hates getting sweaty. but he's gotta keep up with his health and all so a little workout's not off the table. also you know he's wearing some fuckin. gucci leggings or some shit.

Affinity 21: (between 11am and 4pm)

"Why are you carrying that!? What if you drop it and it breaks? I'll get one of our young guys to do it, so put it down already!"

aw he's worried about--oh no he's just worrying about you dropping his stuff.

Affinity 22: (between 4pm and 8pm)

"I won't let anyone destroy what I've built— not even my OAOF."

GOD I HOPE THEY EXPLAIN THESE ACRONYMS SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE. I assume the first word is "Own". . .the last word could be "Family" or "Followers"/"Faction" or "Feelings". . . .

Affinity 23: (between 8pm and 5am)

"Most of humanity's problems can be solved with money. If you put that another way, without money, you don't stand a chance. That's the way the world works."

again, Taiga compared Ritsu's family to Romeo's before The Incident. Romeo lost everything he had at one point. He's afraid of ending up with nothing again. That's all. Even with the Casino, he doesn't want to lose it because it'd be losing everything he has again. Having no money means going back to 0.

Affinity 24: (between 10pm and midnight)

"Coming here alone this time of night, haven't you made progress? Come over here, I'll evaluate your efforts."

pc's getting brave enough to go to Sinostra in the middle of the night! probably did some shady job for him too. Also the face he makes while praising you for coming to Sinostra alone late at night is a little. . . .

Affinity 25(max): (no time constraints)

"What could you possibly be afraid of? You're one of my people! Walk with your head held high or I'll step on it!"

BBY YOU CAN STEP ON HER HEAD ANYWAY. PLEASE DO IT. 👀 also you have been opted out of being one of Taiga's people I guess. You have chosen your faction. /joke

Spring: (March-May) (between 5am and 11am)

"This year's AW collection is out... Tch. Not even a hint of taste in any of it. They'll bear this mark of shame for years."

I KNOW THIS ACRONYM! He's complaining about Autumn-Winter fashion!!! lbr romeo men's fashion is kinda boring anyway. I wonder if his family owned a fashion brand. . . .

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I don't mind the springtime in Japan. The mild weather is a bonus, but it's the transient beauty of the cherry blossoms I truly appreciate."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The new prototype is a tear bomb? A lot of anomalies don't even have eyes, is this really going to be useful?"

i mean it might be useful for the ones that have eyes. . .or for hunting down Kaito.

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Shut up! It's nearly time to settle the books so I'm completely run off my feet! I don't have time to deal with you, understand!?"

Summer: (June-August) (between 5am and 11am)

"Summer is all about aquamarine... If you believe that, you're a follower. A trendsetter would know to go against the grain with a heavier jade piece."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Excuse me!? You really think I would stoop to petty theft!? This scarf and hat are UV protection!"

LMAO HE LOOKED SO SHADY THE PC GOT WORRIED

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"This? It's an original hot water blend with salt and lemon I came up with. You shouldn't be cooling your insides just because it's hot outside!"

i mean. i guess it'll technically help you sweat and cool down faster????

(between 8pm and 5am)

"The heat's finally starting to ease off. I want to take a shower, but it's nearly our peak hour..."

Autumn: (September-November) (between 5am and 11am)

"They gave us nothing but useless bottom feeders this year... I'd like to see who raised this bunch of idiots. They don't even have a grasp of basic etiquette."

(between 11am and 4pm)

"I'm going to the training grounds to demonstrate sharpshooting for the first- years. It's a waste of my time, but I'm the most skilled at it."

he just wants everyone to see how good he is lolol

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"The SS collections are out. What? Are you telling me you don't pay attention to Paris Fashion Week?"

(between 8pm and 5am)

"The boss won't stop whining about being hungry. Obviously I'm not going to cook. What are you all standing around for, you damn TGAs!?"

lol Romeo has his underlings feed Taiga as much as Taiga demands food of his own underlings. "please feed your father the boss before he eats one of the chancellor's cats again."

Winter: (December-February) (between 5am and 11am)

"You look like a fat slug in those clothes. Keeping warm is important, but couldn't you at least tough it out when you're meeting me!?"

HARSH. how about you get her outfits then!!! lolol he's looking at you all bundled up and doesn't even wanna be seen with you

(between 11am and 4pm)

"Everywhere is so dry, it's unbearable. I want to go back to my room and moisturize..."

(between 4pm and 8pm)

"I get aches when it's cold... I'm taking off early tonight to go drink, then I'll warm up with a low bath."

'i'm gonna put alcohol in me which will make me feel warm but actually make me colder, then get in the bath for a while' lol

(between 8pm and 5am)

"Tch... This is the most profitable time of year for us, where the hell is that BTH!?

well you see Taiga hates the cold too so he's probably in a blanket burrito. . . .

His birthday: (November 14th)

"Today is Fico's birthday, so you're dining in style. I'm not going to eat any though, so you can finish it off."

'it's my birthday, so i'm going to treat you! what? me? eat?? no, i'm on a diet!!' i am once again asking the ghouls to EAT PROPER MEALS PLEASE IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY ROMEO HAVE ONE CHEAT DAY. DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO BE CAKE.

Your birthday:

"It's your birthday? I suppose I can celebrate it for you, but you'd better be aware of how much of my precious time you're using."

he treats you better on his birthday than yours. . . .

New Years: (January 1st)

"Felice anno nuovo! This will be the year I claim Fuji's debt and his pendant!"

oh my god he does speak italian. you hear more tidbits of italian fromTaiga than him. also Kaito's pendant must be super important if that's his new years resolution. this is gonna matter in the long run isn't it.

Valentine's Day: (February 14th)

"Hmph. I'm not familiar with this packaging. If you're giving me chocolate, you better have selected it with the utmost care!"

'this is not brand name. how dare you.'

White Day: (March 14th)

"Here. They're mimosa cookies, a special order from an upmarket confectionary in Ginza. I can't say whether your peasant tastebuds can appreciate them though."

peasant? who are you, jin? fun fact, Taiga's White Day line references this one!

"What's that expectant look on your face? Lulu was harping on about mimosas or something before. That what you want?"

so Romeo gets the cookies whether or not he plans to give you some i guess lol

April Fool's Day: (April 1st)

"Just you try and fool me—I'll tear those rags off you and throw you in a cage. So? What do you want?"

converting your friends into human trafficking victims is the latest new prank sweeping the internet!

Halloween: (October 31st)

"Do you have face paint in your pores!? Go wash it off before you end up with hyperpigmentation!!"

Christmas: (December 25th)

"Buon Natale! Go get ready—that reindeer's around again. This year I'm going to catch it for sure!!"

he's going to auction off one of santa's reindeer. . . .

Idle: (about 20 seconds without interacting with the game) (below 13 affinity)

"Tch... If you don't have any business for me, I'm leaving! You're wasting my precious time!"

(13 affinity and above)

"My drink is empty. Hey! I'm talking to you! Go bring me a refill!"

Absent: (logging in for the first time in 2 or more days?)

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Do I have to teach you how to maintain an adult relationship? This is your last chance, got it!?"

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG THE ADHD KICKED IN AND I GOT SUPER DISTRACTED i love Romeo so much he's so. . .silly lmao. he's a very fun character. even though i hate his acronyms. But he's also so worried about his image and his money. . .and as much as he complains I think he worries about Taiga too. And as he comes to like you more he worries about you too. It's just that strictness and maintaining control is how he feels most comfortable and how he expresses his attachments. He trusts you. So he wants you to be able to hold you to a high standard.

[xxresi-rotxx]

Harsh Ending pt 3 (NSFW)

Hot damn it's been too f*cking long! I just want to say if you're reading this, ily so much<3 I started this tumblr just to get out the brain rot in my head for this man, and I love having found so many ppl who feel the same<3 enjoy bb;)

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By the time Leon found you, he was fuming. How the fuck had you gotten this far away? From what he knew about this parasite it should have slowed you down if anything, not made you faster.

You were trying your absolute hardest to get your breathing under control. Your breath coming out in short, quick pants. The sound of your blood pumping only increasing in your ears as you kept hearing an unfamiliar voice speak to you. If you weren't so out of breath, you'd be pissed. You were slumped against the base of a tree, fighting to keep your eyes open as extreme exhaustion began to settle its way into your features. You hadn't even heard the agent sneak up on you.

"Y/n?" Leon asked, putting the back of his hand against your forehead, confirming what he already thought.

"Fuck you're burning up. Y/n?" He called your name again.

Leon? Was Leon speaking to you? His voice sounded so faint you weren't really sure.

"Goddammit," Leon muttered under his breath as he went to slide his arms under you, attempting to pick you up. His heart sank a little when you didn't fight him back. No comment, no movement, no resistance from you at all. The parasite was progressing faster than he hoped it would. He had to get you back to Luis and get that medicine in you.

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You woke up feeling groggy as hell and in a bed you didn't quite remember. It wasn't your bed, that was for sure. You didn't really feel as if you had slept either. Your exhaustion fading slightly as you moved to sit up. That's when it dawned on you.

Spain. Ashley. Las Plagas.

Panic immediately set in as you went to reach for your pistol, only to notice it wasn't there. Neither was your knife, or any of your tac gear for that matter.

"Feeling okay?"

Leon's voice startled and calmed you at the same time. He must have taken your tac gear.

"Yeah, just a little tired and," you trailed off, rubbing the back of your neck, feeling how stiff all of your muscles felt.

"Out of it?" He finished for you.

You nodded your head in agreement.

You half expected to see the black veins crawling their way up your arms, but you couldn't find any.

"Luis has medicine, it didn't get rid of the plaga but it should have slowed it down." Leon said, answering the question you were thinking but hadn't asked.

"Y/n," Leon spoke your name, causing you to turn your head and look at him, "you know Luis has a lab here that can remove the parasite."

He wasn't asking you, but you nodded your head anyway, you did know that.

"Why did you run?"

Run? When had you...?

Everything came crashing back to you in an instant. Making your head ache slightly.

You had run, fast too.

Leon already had his suspicions for why you ran but he needed to hear you say it. You were still trying to protect them. Couldn't you get it through your head that your life was just as important?

"Well?" Leon spoke again when you hadn't answered.

"You know why I ran Leon, are you really going to scold me again for looking out for yo-" you cut yourself off "for Ashley."

You knew there was no way he missed what you were about to say.

And he hadn't. But he didn't deserve to be protected, let alone by you. And especially not at the cost of your life.

"If my tactics bother you so much why go after me in this first place?"

This broke Leon right out of his thoughts.

What the fuck had you just said? He couldn't have heard you properly.

"I get you didn't want me on this mission but what I don-"

"No, I didn't want you on this mission."

Leon interrupted you.

"But you have no fucking clue why that is do you?"

Leon was walking towards you now, kneeling beside the bed you were resting on.

"Do you?" He asked again.

"I'm sure it has to do with my lack of protecting-"

"Yourself," again he cut you off, "your lack of protecting yourself. Do you have any idea how fucking nerve wracking it is to have to focus on Ashley when all I'm concerned about is you?"

You could tell Leon was clenching his fists based on how his arms were flexing. There's no way he was saying what you thought he was...was he?

You opened your mouth to respond but cut yourself off. What were you even supposed to say to that? Sorry? Explain please?

You locked eyes with Leon then, your breath hitching in your throat. God, why did he have to be so fucking beautiful? You took a moment to let your eyes wander down to his mouth, picking up on how hard he was breathing. When you trailed your eyes back to his, you could have sworn you saw his pupils get bigger.

"Say you'll stop me."

"What?" you responded, breaking out of your trance.

"Say you'll stop me if I'm wrong about this."

You could see Leon shifting his weight closer to you, getting up from where he was on the floor and moving to sit on the bed.

"I'm not so sure I could stop myself," he adds, "I'm going to need to hear you say it."

Everything finally clicked in your brain. Why he was so furious at you for protecting others over yourself, why he brought you back, why he was so pissed you were on this mission; what he was asking of you right now.

"I'll stop you." You responded in one quick breath, already anticipating what was to come.

"Thank fuck." Leon moved fast, pushing you against the headboard, resting his hands on either side caging you in. His mouth crashing on yours, a low moan emitting from him the second he felt your lips move against his.

The kiss was intense; messy and fast as his lips explored yours. As if he was pouring all of his frustration into this kiss and taking it all out on you.

When you let your tongue slide against his bottom lip you could feel him tense, his grip on the backboard of the bed growing tighter. His lips were so soft and plump, warm and inviting. You wanted to devour him, taste everything he had to offer.

Feeling your tongue Leon eagerly turned the kiss into more. Your tongues wrestling for dominance as you both drank each other in.

Feeling bolder, you placed your hands against Leon's chest, moving your hands up and down feeling all of the taut muscles underneath his shirt. You began moving your hands lower, letting Leon take control of the kiss while your hands were on a mission.

You could feel the sharp intake of breath Leon had, the gasp he emitted once your hands found what they were looking for.

He was so unbelievably hard for you. Painfully so you thought to yourself as you palmed him through his cargo pants.

Leon broke the kiss, letting his head fall to your shoulder as his breath came out in rough pants, his hands still leaning against the backboard.

"Fuck," he panted, voice coming out slightly higher in octave, "God, fuck please don't stop."

You were mesmerized watching how his body reacted to yours. The way his hips moved on their own, finding rhythm with your hand and grinding into you.

"Do you understand now why this mission has been utter torture for me?"

You let out a little giggle, not to mock Leon's torment, but more so because of the inner turmoil you'd been going through ever since your last conversation with the man. How all those feelings of hurt could have been avoided.

"You think that's funny?"

Leon had lifted his head now and was looking down at you, smirk plastered over his lips.

You had no time to respond before Leon trailed his hand down over your sex. The contact through the clothes making you shiver slightly.

You wanted him so fucking bad. You hadn't realized how empty you felt until his fingers started rubbing circles over you. Applying pressure where you needed it most.

"Fuck, Leon." You drawled out, your hips grinding against his hand, similar to how he had been grinding against yours.

He could just picture it. How insane you'd go from being teased and played with, how you would beg for release, all the cute noises that would come out of you; the way your body would react.

He wanted that, no he craved that, but he was losing his patience faster than he would have liked and his cock felt almost painful pressing against the rough material of his pants.

"Le-leon," you rasped, drawing the man out of his thoughts, "I love that you wanna take your time" oh how wrong you were "but if you don't fuck me soon, I think I might actually lose it."

Fuck, you were perfect.

Leon slipped his hands past the waistband of your panties, feeling the evidence of your arousal. You were more than ready.

Leon flipped you over to your stomach, the sudden change in position making you laugh.

"Grab the headboard for me." Leon instructed, his mouth so close to your ear you could almost feel his lips against you.

"Aren't you going to say please?" You teased him.

Leon chuckled, moving his mouth so that he could nibble on your ear, his hands gripping your waist.

"Please Y/n?" He moaned, doing his best to whimper the end of your name.

You grabbed the headboard instantly, your body immediately going flush hearing Leon moan for you. It sent heat straight to your core. You had never heard the man moan, whimper; hell make anything akin to the sound you just heard as he pleaded with you to do as you were told.

Leon had discarded your clothes and was in the process of discarding his own when he decided to slip a finger in, making sure you were fully prepared. The grip he had on his control now completely gone.

Fuuuuck you were tight. His cock already leaking just on how you felt clenching his finger.

Your back arched, your grip on the headboard tightening.

"Leon for fucks sake," you whined, "stop teasing me. I need this, I want this, pleaaase put it in me?" You tried your best to mimic the whiny plea he used earlier.

It worked. Leon slid himself in slowly, the weight of him resting against you, his grip on your waist tightening. Once he was fully in, he gave you a second, a brief one, to adjust.

"Promise me something" he spoke, keeping himself perfectly still.

"Is this really the best time?" you asked, your hips involuntarily twitching.

"Seeing as I think this is the only time you'll actually listen to me?"

You could almost feel the smirk you were sure was on his face, rolling your eyes you replied.

"Make it quick Kennedy."

"That you'll keep yourself safe, otherwise I might seriously fuck up this whole mission."

"I promise, but only if you'll buy me dinner when we get back."

The smirk on Leon's face grew wider, the fear that maybe your attraction to him being only physical slowly vanishing.

"Promise" he whispered against your back.

There was no warning after that. Leon was thrusting into you as if he was certain a lack of contact would kill him. His thrusts fast and deep, finding that spongey part inside of you and hitting it every time.

You could feel your legs start to give way, The messy pace his thrusts were setting, the rough grip he had on your waist, and the little grunts he'd make every time he pulled out just to plunge back in, had you seeing stars.

"Leon I'm cl-"

"Fuck, wait for me, fuck y/n"

You could feel the erratic way his thrusts become rougher, faster.

He was on the edge, and thankfully you were too.

His thumb found your clit, roughly pushing against it and rubbing it in fast circles.

"Come for me y/n"

Your body answering his command without hesitation. The orgasm rocking it's way through you, sending a shiver across your whole body, the sensitivity in your body heightened as Leon's thumb didn't stop.

Just when you thought you'd actually have to remove his hand, both his hands gripped yours against the headboard, holding you to it as he lost himself inside you, his body shivering just the same as yours had.

You let yourself slump against the bed, utterly spent and exhausted. Leon doing the same, his arm coming to rest across you.

You both laid there, listening to the rise & fall of each other's breaths, taking in the moment, knowing soon enough it would be back to the hell that was this mission.

"Hey y/n?" Leon spoke first.

"Hmm?" you responded, so close to falling asleep.

"When we get back, where should we get dinner?"

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I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED LOVELIESSSS! This took me like 2 days to fully finish & proofread lol, incase anyone was wondering lol 😘😘

[clovdgyu]

#xavier x m!reader #smut, fluff #xavier, my bb boi. must protect

#cr sex, creampie, breeding kink, xavier is kinky

#who knew someone with an innocent face like xavier's was actually so wild in bed

when you and your boyfriend, xavier, started dating, it was as if heaven was listening to your prayers. i mean, he was literally your crush for years since your freshman year! he was such an eye candy, always caught your attention whenever he happens to walk by.

imagine the surprised look on your face when (during your sophomore year) he suddenly sat in front of you at the cafeteria, a shy smile on his face as he scratched his nape. you thought he was just alone (totally unusual) but he confessed to you, telling you he's loved you since freshman year.

and now you're in your senior year, almost 2 years into your relationship. students envy your "pinterest-like" relationship, you were literally almost the whole university's talk.

having the whole university's attention on you was quite a big pressure, but you grew accustomed to it as time went by. when you are dating someone as handsome and pure like xavier, you knew getting the eyes of many was bound to happen.

currently, you were at a minor class that you shared with xavier, him holding onto your hands as you used your unoccupied hand to jot down notes. xavier was always one for physical touch and clinginess. it's honestly cute when he always used to ask for your permission back when you two started.

"xavier, you don't need to ask for my permission to hold my hand or kiss me. you can just do it when ever you want."

"alright. then i'll hold your hand now."

when the class ended, the white-haired male hurriedly sat up from his seat and grabbed your bags. ah, he's in a hurry. you thought, blushing upon realizing what was bound to happen.

well, you see, during your anniversary, xavier told you about his fantasies when it comes to sex albeit shlyly. after hearing them, you vowed to make them all reality and one fantasy was about to happen. your boyfriend was somehow kinky and wild.

he's told you how he always wanted to have sex in oublic, out in the open, bondage, bdsm, puppy play, etc. and now, his fantasy of 'having sex in the bathroom's university' is about to happen.

as to not cause suspicion to the other students, you both walked slowly towards the bathroom. even when you tried to be subtle, it was clear as hell how xavier was blushing from his ears to his cheeks.

as soon as you both entered the comfort room, xavier closed and locked the door before pinning you on the door, breathing heavily. "are you sure about this, m/n? i don't want you to regret this after."

you smiled assuringly and nodded your head. "of course, xavier. i may have always wanted to have bathroom sex as well."

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although xavier locked the cr door, he still insisted on having sex inside a stall saying that 'it's more sexier this way'. not having it in you to reject him, you agreed and entered a stall anyway.

now, he has you bent down against the toilet, showing him your ass as he fingered your hole. "i've already entered three of my fingers, babe. how does it feel?" he asked you, eyes looking up as he looked at your back that continued to rise and fall.

"g-good. feels good, xavier," you moaned out, head hung low as you tried to suppress your moans, not wanting anyone to hear you. sure the door is locked, but who's to say that nobody is eavesdropping on you two? "w-wait, xavier! y-you keep focusing on my good spot."

said male smiled and stopped his movement. "well this is meant to make you feel good, baby. do you not like it?" he asked you before going back to fingering your hole, squelching noises now audible over the whole comfort room. "hm?"

you hummed, "n-no. i like it, but..." you stated, gulping before you looked behind you and looked at xavier who did the same, a brush of red evident on his cheeks. "i want something bigger."

oh, how xavier loved seeing you beg. seeing you want him, how you need his big dick inside you this instant. but he wanted to tease you before giving you exactly what you want. "bigger? i don't seem to get what you're trying to say, m/n. can you be more specific or else i wouldn't be able to give you what you need."

a small gasp left your lips as xavier's fingers brush against your prostate. "quit teasing me. you know what i--ah--already want, please," you begged, eyes becoming hazy as you're starting to lose grip on your own sanity. "xavier~"

the white-haired male hummed as he continued to fuck your hole with his fingers, making it know that he was indeed teasing you. "i'm sorry, babe, but if you don't tell me exactl what you need right now, i might not be able to give it to you. so can you be more specific?"

feeling your face warm-up in embarrassment, you looked away from him and mentally prepared yourself. you always knew how your boyfriend loved seeing you beg for his cock. "i want your b-big cock, xavier. please, i want my ass to feel your dick, pound me until i can no longer walk."

satisfied (and obviously turned on), xavier removed his finger from your ass then the condom that he used to finger your ass. you whimpered at the sudden loss whilst xavier admired the way your puckered hole clenched onto nothing. "that's it, baby. well, since you did good, i will give you what you need."

you could hear how the said male undid his pants, now on his feet before pulling his boxers a bit, enough to free his cock form its restraints. he inserted his cock in between your cheeks, which earned him a yelp from you. xavier let out a pleasured sigh as he rubbed his cock in between your ass. "xavier," you begged, pre-cum leaking from your own cock.

the white-haired male hummed as he held onto your waist, rubbing himself harder on your cheeks as he closed his eyes in ecstasy, head tilted backwards a little. "this feels so good, baby. can't wait to fuck your ass," he stated before he pulled out a condom from his jacket's pocket and ripped it open.

just as xavier was about to place the rubber on his dick, you spoke up. "c-can we do it without a condom? i...i want to feel your cum inside me."

it was as if a switch has clicked inside xavier's body before he threw the condom away and held onto your hips tightly, aligning his cock against your hole. "are you sure about this, m/n?" he asked you. now words were needed when you answered him with a nod. "you don't mind if i go a little rough on you, right? i'm really turned on right now."

you looked back up at him and nodded. "i-i don't mind. it's alright. i kind of want you to be rough on me," you answered him. the male answered you with a small nod before entering the tip of his cock inside you. you gasped at the size of his cock, it was so big. no matter how many time you two fucked, you could never get used to the size of xavier's cock.

hearing you wince, the boy stopped and checked on you. "are you okay?"

you nodded at him. "yes, don't stop. i want to feel your cock inside me now," you stated.

it was already clear as crystal that you were already desperate, wanting him to fuck your ass hard. he wasted no more time on finally driving his cock deep inside you, making you feel full. a loud moan escaped your mouth as you felt the huge tip of his cock brush against your prostate.

what xavier failed to notice was that you came hard, spurts came after spurts, landing in the toilet as you clenched onto his cock, eyes rolled back as you quivered in pleasure. "x-xavier, w-wait," you begged once you felt him move inside you. "s-slow dow--AH! WAIT!"

the other male began to fuck your hole a little too harshly, making you see stars as you felt your knees buckle. luckily, xavier held onto you tightly before he pulled you up, hands traveling below your jacket, tracing your torso before stopping on your chest. you threw your head back in pleasure, loud moans and satisfied groans echoing through the whole comfort room.

he began to nip on your neck as he played with your nipples, your eyes beginning to get clouded as tears began to pool on it at the constant pleasure you received by xavier's cock. "baby, your hole feels so good. so warm, so tight. i'm never wearing a condom when i'm fucking you."

"sho good, fuck! oh holy shit, you're making my ass feel so good, xavier," you moaned out as you held onto the other male's biceps, his index fingers playing with your erect nipples as he began to place marks on your neck and below your jaw as if he was branding you. "xa...vier, oh god."

the aforementioned hummed as he fucked you harder, making you feel his cock deep inside you. "you hole is so delicious, babe," xavier whispered into your ear as he pulled on your nipples using his index and thumb. wanting to mask out you your voice, you turned your head towards him and initiated a kiss.

with both your eyes closed, you basked in each other's warmth. the way his cock entered and exited your ass, how he fucked you so deep and hard was enough to put you on edge. you could already feel that familiar coil in your stomach yet again as xavier kissed you, swirling his own tongue with yours as you opened your mouth to give him entrance.

tears finally fell down your eyes as the constant abuse on your prostate overstimulated you. the pleasure you were feeling was overwhelming your senses that you could barely remember what happened minutes ago or where you are. all you could think about right now as how good xavier was making you feel with his dick. "xavier, 'bout to cum," you announced, albeit mumbled because of his lips on yours.

"it's alright, baby. you can cum anytime you want," he answered before lunging his lips on your again. wanting to make you feel more pleasure, he began to fuck you deeper, to the point where his thighs started to slap against your butt, skin slapping now even more audible than seconds ago.

wet noises begin to emit from where you were connected, both your lips now red at how intense you two kissed. "oh god, oh god! i'm cumming, i'm cumming!" you shouted, a pleasured moan exiting your lips as you threw your head back, coming. white ropes exiting your cock as it shoots upwards at the intensity, some of it hitting your face and onto your clothes. "s-slow down! i just came!"

your pleas fell on deaf ears as xavier continued to fuck you, overstimulating you. "i-i can't. i'm about to cum as well. you're just too hot," he stated, breath heavy as he chased his own high. you could feel his cock grow bigger inside you and how his thrusts became faster. "want me to cum inside you, m/n? wnat me to breed you?"

you nodded, moaning a bit too loudly as saliva dripped down your mouth, cockdrunk and fucked dumb as you clenched onto his dick, trying to get him to cum sooner. "i'm going to paint your boy pussy white, baby. do you want that?" xavier whispered in your ears as he drove his cock deeper inside you. "i need words, baby."

"y-yes! yes, cum. i need your cum inside me, xavier. please!" you shouted, both of you moaning as you helped your boyfriend chase his own high. you could feel he was getting close, judging by how his thrusts become inconsistent and how his breathing became heavy.

"hah, baby. m/n, i'm gonna cum inside you," xavier announced before he landed a few more thrusts inside you then stilled inside you. "cumming!" he shouted, moaning as he came inside you. you could feel his cum cover your walls white, how some of the excess cum dribbled down outside your hole. maybe it was too much for you, but you fell limp in xavier's arms and fell asleep.

a little while later, you woke up. you adjusted your eyes to the light before sitting up, rubbing your eyes and looking around to find xavier. "xavier?" you called out in a whisper, the mentioned male humming as he appeared next to you. "did i pass out again?"

your boyfriend nodded before he sat beside you. "you did. was i being to harsh on you? i guess i was, i'm sorry," he apologized. you could already see how dropping puppy ears appear on top of his head as he pursed his lips. "i should be more gentle next time."

you chuckled. "then maybe we should build up more stamina for me? that way, i won't be falling asleep every time we're finished, yeah?"

the other male smiled as he engulfed you in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the crown of your head and chuckled. "you really are the best boyfriend ever."

[honeyhotteoks]

this night together - chapter eleven (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter eleven: a new love song

chapter summary: time, and a well worded letter, heals all wounds. finally, it's time to let go.

warnings: nothing really, social drinking, etc.

notes: reminder that if you're reading this on or around 12.3.23 when it's posted, i'm uploading three chapters at once! if you haven't read chapter ten, go do that before you skip ahead!!

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.2k

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The party is bright, bursting with light and color and art. You can feel Hongjoong’s presence everywhere from the moment you step through the doors and you almost feel underdressed. You selected your outfit for him, something a little bolder than you’d normally do, but something that truly suits the occasion and the honored guest. You adjust the top of your black trousers and glance down to ensure the cream white blouse that is parted open is still firmly secured with the hidden tape you painstakingly applied.  You hope your lipstick is staying put. 

The listening party for New World’s new mini album is in full swing, but the night is about more than just that. Their tour has ended, everyone back on Korean soil, and it will be the first time anyone will hear the album from start to finish and the first time you’ll be face to face with them again.

Three months of nothing, no contact except the letter. The letter you’ve read about a hundred times. 

You texted Wooyoung, San, and Seonghwa of course, and they mentioned Yunho and Mingi occasionally, but always in the broader context of what they were doing on tour. You saw them in pictures, travel shots on Instagram or Snapchat stories of their nights out, but otherwise nothing. For three months you let it marinate, and your feelings haven’t changed in the slightest. All you have to do now is find them in this crowd and clear the air. 

It’s no surprise you’re as late as you are, your stomach was in knots getting ready and leaving your apartment had you practically coming apart at the seams. The idea of talking to them is simple, but you’ve rehearsed what you want to say over and over and you can’t imagine how they’ll respond. You take a glass of sparkling wine from one of the caterers and realize there are far more people here than you thought there would be. When you pictured a listening party you expected an intimate crowd, but the gallery space KQ rented is full of faces, some you know and some you don’t. You’re pretty sure you’ve missed the album playthrough at this point, you just hope no one’s noticed your absence. 

“You look so good!” A voice from behind you makes you turn, and you smile when you see Dahan in her sparkly wrap dress. 

“So do you,” You give her a quick, friendly hug. 

“This is your first one, right?” She asks, looking past you to find a drink tray. 

“Listening party?” You clarify, “Yeah,” 

“This is definitely the nicest one so far,” She all but whispers to you, “New World is pulling in that tour money now,” 

“Ah,” You nod. 

“Usually it’s at a nice restaurant or something, not quite so many people,” She explains, snagging a drink, “not that I’m complaining, dressing up is fun,” 

“Do you see Hongjoong at all?” You crane your neck and look through some of the bodies, but you can’t really see anyone else you know closely. 

“Mm,” She joins you, “no, but Yujin and some of the others are over there,” 

You follow her gaze, “Perfect,” 

She starts weaving through and you follow, keeping close to her and protecting your drink as you side step around and behind people. 

When you make it to the little circle of BB Trippin dancers, you slot right in alongside Dahan and give everyone a smile, “Hey,” 

Everyone greets you warmly, but you wonder absently where your little pocket of close friends are hiding. Yujin draws your attention though when she says, “Jaemin’s here,” 

“He is?” Your eyes widen. You barely ever see him, but it does make sense that he would attend an opportunity to bump elbows with people in the industry. 

“Mhm,” She nods, “I saw him talking to Yunho earlier.” 

Butterflies curl in your stomach, “Yunho’s here?” 

“Mhm,” She takes a sip of her drink, “somewhere,” 

“You look really nice,” Minseok interrupts, stepping a little closer so you can hear him better, “I like the whole, you know,” he gestures up and down to indicate he means your outfit and you nod. 

“Thanks,” You nod, “you clean up nice too,” 

“Oh yeah?” He shrugs, “Thanks,” 

You start to turn back to Yujin who looks like she has something more to say, but Minseok keeps going, “Have you met Hongjoong?” 

“Oh,” You start. 

“He’s a nice guy,” He continues, “you’d like his vibe, or at least, I think you would,” 

“Actually,” 

“I’m not sure if you know this or not, but it’s his voice that’s on a lot of the initial guide tracks we get,”

You do know that, but you nod and take a long sip of your drink, ice slipping down and connecting with your lip as you tip it back a little further. 

“He’s a bit eccentric,” Minseok continues. 

“Who’s a bit eccentric?” Seonghwa cuts in, stepping into the circle and cutting smoothly between you and Minseok, another drink for you ready in his hands. 

Minseok’s lips close. 

“Hi, Hwa,” You smile, “that for me?” 

“Of course,” He trades your nearly empty glass for the full one and leans in to press a fast kiss on your cheek, “you look beautiful,” 

“Stop,” You resist the urge to actually nudge him in front of too many people and give off the wrong idea about how close the two of you are, but you give him the best withering look you can. 

He ignores you though, “Who’s eccentric?” 

“Oh,” You do your best to keep the smile off your lips, “Minseok was just telling me about Hongjoong,” 

“Mm,” Seonghwa glances to the side at him, “is he?” 

“Artistic might be the right word,” Minseok corrects himself. 

“Well, that’s true,” You nod. 

“Oh,” Minseok blinks, “so you know him?” 

“Well, yes, I,” You start to say but Seonghwa cuts you off. 

“Speak of the devil,” He nods and when you turn you catch sight of Hongjoong heading right for you both. He’s dressed in the most decadent dark blue velvet suit you’ve ever seen, and the combination of that and his freshly dyed blue hair makes him look like more of an idol, not a producer. 

“My ears were burning,” Hongjoong says wryly, and then his eyes flick over you, “I love this,” 

“I thought you might,” You grin, moving forwards to greet him with a hug, “congratulations, Hongjoong, this is all beautiful,” 

“Thank you so much for coming,” He gives you a squeeze, “we keep missing each other for dinner,” 

“I know, I’ve been so busy lately,” You tell him, “but let’s plan something soon,” 

He nods and smiles and then turns his attention to the group, “Thank you all so much for coming,” he says. 

Minseok looks a little put out next to Seonghwa, and you hope you didn’t embarrass him, but he and everyone else greets Hongjoong and they loop through the congratulations on the finished album. Once pleasantries are done, he focuses his attention back on you, “I have someone I want you to meet,” he says. 

“Oh?” 

“Mhm,” His hand settles on your back as he turns to the group, “can I steal these two for a bit?” He nods his head towards you and Seonghwa. 

He doesn’t really wait for permission, he’s just being polite, and he steers you out of the circle and starts walking you back through the crowd closer to the stage area. 

“When did you get in?” Hongjoong asks Seonghwa as you walk. 

“This morning,” He says, “we were supposed to land last night but our flight was so delayed leaving LA,” 

“Thank you for coming anyways,” Hongjoong smiles, “I’m sure you’re exhausted,” 

“It’s fine,” He shrugs it off, “we’ll get back on timezone soon, I’m sure,” 

“Flight was okay otherwise?” You ask, but Seonghwa catches your eye and gives you a knowing smile. 

“Mhm,” He nods, “We’re all home safe and sound, I’m sure everyone else is here somewhere,” 

“Good,” Your throat feels tight, the idea that around one of these corners you’ll find Yunho and Mingi, “that’s good,” 

After three months without any contact, you’re going to have to physically restrain yourself from blurting out how you feel the second you see them. The last time they saw you was awkward at best, and considering the way you left things after the fight, the quickest way to confuse them would be to tell them you want them back with no apology, no preamble. But either way the words still form on your tongue in your imagination, and you’re mid internal monologue when Hongjoong stops walking and brings you back to reality. 

“y/n,” He says, gesturing to the couple across from you, “Seonghwa, I’d like you to meet Choi Jongho and his fiance Kim Eunji,” 

“Oh!” You can’t help the surprised sound that leaves you, “You’re the vocalist Hongjoong has told me so much about!”

Choi Jongho smiles politely, eyes flicking to Hongjoong, but then he nods, “That’s me,” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” You dip your head in quick acknowledgement. 

“So, you’re y/n?” Eunji says before Jongho can finish out the polite greetings and confusion runs through you. 

She’s looking at you with warmth and kindness, and it’s not often that omegas meeting each other for the first time are quite so positive and open. You’re used to a little hesitation, especially when alphas are around, everyone becoming a little territorial in mixed company, but Eunji seems unphased. 

“I am,” You nod as your brain starts to catch up. 

“Hongjoong mentioned you,” She explains at your confused expression, “I was hoping I’d get a chance to say hello,” 

“He did?” 

“Sorry, let me explain,” She smiles, “my little sister is debuting with your company soon,” 

“Oh!” Your brows shoot up and you run through the girls you’ve worked with to realize the common surname, “you’re Jiwoo’s sister?” 

“Yes!” She nods excitedly, “We’re very proud of her,” 

“That’s so nice,” You smile, relaxed now that you understand her abrupt familiarity, “she’s a very good dancer,” 

Eunji beams. 

“She’ll be debuting as main dancer,” Seonghwa nods, “for good reason,” 

Jongho smiles, his hand sweeping a warm line up and down his wife’s back, “Jiwoo says you and the others have been very kind during their preparations,” 

“Well,” You nod, “they’re working very hard, and I’m sure debut must be scary enough, there’s no need to add extra pressure,” 

“It is,” Jongho hums knowingly, and you recall Hongjoong mentioning he was from another idol group that had disbanded. You wonder idly in the back of your mind how difficult it really was for him judging by the brief expression on his face. 

“Exactly,” Hongjoong offers, “I thought you’d all like to meet considering the mutual acquaintance,” 

“Absolutely,” You say, “it’s been lovely,” 

Eunji is about to say something more, but Seonghwa’s hand brushes your upper arm and he leans into your ear, “At the bar,” 

“What?” You glance up at him and he nods past Jongho and Eunji. Your eyes follow his.  

The air leaves your lungs, but you feel Seonghwa’s thumb brush a comforting line over your skin, “Go,” 

“Hwa,”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Seonghwa interrupts you and gives a dazzling smile to your party, “her partners just arrived and it’s been a few months with the tour,” 

You’ll have to have a word with him about his word choice later, you notice the way Hongjoong’s eyes widen, but Jongho and Eunji just nod with understanding. The bond between alphas and their omega isn’t something to be taken lightly, and they take a step back to clear your path. 

You recover just enough to leave with normal pleasantries, “Thank you, sorry to run,” 

“No, no, of course,” Jongho nods, “it was nice to meet you.” 

“If I ever drop by the studio to see Jiwoo,” Eunji adds, “I’ll make sure to say hello,” 

“That would be nice, I look forward to it,” Your body is all but screaming at you to move now. 

“Well,” Seonghwa pushes you forwards, “I’m sure we’ll see each other later on in the evening,” 

Hongjoong says something more but you don’t quite hear it, and suddenly you’re being propelled forwards. Seonghwa dips his head towards you ear, “Good luck, be braver than I would be,” 

And then you’re alone, surrounded by bodies but alone nevertheless. 

You’re not exactly prepared for how you’re going to feel when you see them again. It’s been months, and the first thought that strikes you is how much they’ve changed in such a short time. Mingi looks broader somehow, but his face looks a little thinner and more angular, like he’s lost weight from all the performances and training and travel. Yunho’s hair is a little longer, the back a shaggier against his neck, but intentionally so, and the cut of his jacket makes his shoulders look wider. You want to barrel into their chests and tug them as close to you as you can, but instead you take a steadying breath and just give yourself a second to drink them in. 

You can’t stop yourself from smiling at the way they stand side by side as they wait for their drinks at the bar, and butterflies ripple through you, but despite everything you felt while they were gone there’s no fear. You just missed them, really and truly missed them. 

You’re moving before you consciously think it through and you watch their eyes widen when they see you coming, but it only spurns you on faster until you’re all but crashing into their sides at the bar. 

“Hey,” You’re just so happy to see them you can’t get the grin off your face, “you’re back,” 

“We’re back,” Mingi nods, and you can see the hesitation in his face. 

“I’m,” A million words run through your mind, but you settle on the truth, “so happy to see you,” 

“You are?” Yunho’s brows go high. 

“Yeah,” You step a little closer, letting the words you’ve been holding finally roll off your tongue, “this isn’t the place to talk, but yes, I’m happy to see you, I missed you both.”

Mingi exhales heavily and his lips quirk up. 

Lowering your voice a little more, you hold Mingi’s gaze, “I got your letter,” 

Yunho’s head twists to the side, confusion all over his face as he looks to Mingi for clarity. 

“We should talk,” You want to reach out so badly, but you hold it back for now, “but I wanted you both to know I’m sorry too, and I’m really glad you’re home now,” 

“Me too,” Mingi nods. 

“Good,” You sigh, “that’s good,”

“Are we okay?” Mingi glances between both of you. 

“Yes,” You nod, “I still think we should talk, we left things badly before, but I thought a lot about everything and I don’t want things to be uncomfortable anymore.” 

In the background you hear the speakers cut off the ambient music, and someone taps on a microphone to check that it’s connected. You glance towards the stage and see someone preparing to introduce Hongjoong. 

“Should we go somewhere?” Yunho asks, “Now?” 

The man on stage clears his throat into the microphone. 

You shake your head, “Not tonight, I want to be here for Hongjoong,” 

“Of course,” He backtracks. 

You reach for him this time, resting your hand on his forearm, “But maybe later this week when you’re settled we can just clear the air. I have some things I want to tell you,” 

He swallows tightly, and you can feel that he’s a little nervous but he nods, “Sure,” 

“I just,” You step back and look between them both, “I didn’t want you to stress about coming back to the studio,” 

The relief is palpable between all three of you as Hongjoong takes the stage, and Mingi says, “For a second I was worried you weren’t going to be here,” 

“No, I was just running so late,” You admit. 

“You’ve been okay?” He asks. 

“I am,” You nod, “you both are?”

“Good,” Mingi says. 

“Tired,” Yunho shrugs, and you suppose you can see a little of that in his eyes. 

“Seonghwa said your flights were delayed,” 

“Something like ten hours,” He sighs. 

“Are you sure you’re okay to come back tomorrow already?” You press them, “You’ll be jet lagged,” 

“We’ll be fine,” Yunho smiles a little at your concern, “don’t worry,” 

There’s a pause, a bubbling lull between you, but you can’t keep yourself from saying it, “I really am so glad to see you,” 

“Me too,” Yunho says. 

Mingi nods, but then his eyes flick up and he gestures behind you, “Someone’s looking for you,” 

You check over your shoulder and see Wooyoung lingering nearby and when he catches your eyes he points to his glass and then to you, checking to see if you need another and giving you a smooth out if you need one. You shake your head and turn back to Yunho and Mingi, “I should go,” 

“Okay,” Mingi says. 

You think suddenly if you walk away without making a plan you’ll think of nothing else all night until you can’t sleep, “Saturday,” you blurt out, “are you free?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho says and Mingi nods. 

“Let’s get dinner,” You say it before you can panic and take it back, “you can tell me about tour and I can… I have things I want to tell you,” 

“Just say when and where,” Mingi says, “we’re there.” 

“Okay,” You sigh, “good, perfect,”

You can practically feel Wooyoung hovering at your back and you take a deep breath as you step away, but part of you wishes you could just take Yunho up on his offer to get out of here. 

“y/n,” Yunho smiles a little, stopping you in your tracks, “you look happy,” 

“I am happy,” You tell him honestly. 

“That’s good,” He breathes. 

“Saturday,” You nod, “I’ll catch you both up on Saturday,” 

You see a flicker of something in Mingi’s expression, but then he smiles, “Wouldn’t miss it,” 

You turn before you lose your nerve and run straight into Wooyoung carrying two full glasses of champagne. 

“Everything okay?” He asks, pushing a glass into your hands, some of the bubbling liquid spilling over the sides and over your fingers. 

“Good,” You assure him, tugging him away from the bar and towards the back wall where you can talk to him unobserved. 

“I wasn’t sure if you needed rescuing,” 

“I didn’t,” You tell him, “I was doing fine,” 

“Shit,” He grimaces, “did I fuck up your moment?” 

“No, no,” You shake your head, “we’re meeting on Saturday, I’m going to talk to them then,” 

Something’s a little hurried in his face though, his eyes glancing past you again and again, and you can feel that he’s not exactly present. 

“Woo,” You start but he locks his eyes with yours and cuts you off. 

“I think I just met the love of my life,” He stammers, “I might fucking faint,” 

“What?” You hush him, pressing him back into the wall behind you, “Are you serious?” 

“I’m not going to faint for real,” He swats your hands away, “but I don’t know, y/n, I can’t breathe. My fucking chest is tight,” 

“Holy shit,” You manage. 

“I know,” He nods, “I know,” 

“You’re not close to your heat are you?” You probe him, wondering if you need to make a break for San and Seonghwa. 

“No,” He shakes his head, laying a cool hand on his flushed cheeks, “it’s nothing like that,” 

You nod relieved, “Well, then what happened?” 

“Okay,” He takes a long steadying breath, “you see that guy on stage? The one to the left of Hongjoong?” 

“Choi Jongho?” Your voice spikes up and he shushes you frantically. 

“No, oh my god,” He waves his hand to get your volume down, “he’s engaged, y/n, no, the other one,” 

You look to the left of Jongho and take in the third man on stage. He’s the one who introduced Hongjoong, his voice low and velvety soft. He has long blonde hair that brushes his collar bones, the top half gathered into a messy but chic bun. You can tell from here he’s handsome, devastatingly so, with a cool expression and his lips parted just enough to make you wonder how he kisses. 

“Oh,” You nod, “got it,” 

“Exactly,” He runs a panicked hand through his own hair. 

“He’s an alpha?” You surmise, “Did you catch his scent or,” 

Wooyoung’s shaking his head frantically before he can finish his words, “He’s a beta,” 

You can’t control the surprise in your expression, Wooyoung’s only ever really gone for alphas. It makes sense, most omegas do, considering the hindbrain of it all, but Wooyoung’s looking about as wrecked as you’ve ever seen someone. 

On stage, Hongjoong gestures towards the two men on his left and you switch your focus from Wooyoung’s whining panic to the man addressing the crowd, “I have one more announcement to make tonight,” he says, “something that would not have been possible to announce without Choi Jongho. I don’t think I need to tell you what a talent he is and how lucky we are at KQ to have brought him on. We have a preview of something we’d like to share, once again, something I felt very creatively supported in by Kang Yeosang,”

“That’s him,” Wooyoung hisses next to your ear and you refocus, “Kang Yeosang,” 

“Shh!” You hush him, but by the time you can hear Hongjoong again, he’s moved on to announcing that he’s going to preview Jongho’s new single, and you roll your eyes to refocus on Wooyoung, “So who’s this guy?” 

“Creative director,” He explains quickly, “album art, concepts, the works.” 

“Damn,” You manage. 

“He’s so fucking smart, y/n, you have no idea,” He breathes. 

“So you actually talked to him?”

“Talked to him?” He laughs, “I had his cock down my throat like thirty minutes ago,” 

“Jesus Christ, Wooyoung, that’s too much information,” You smack his arm. 

He rolls his eyes and continues, “We bumped into each other in the hall, like physically bumped into each other. I spilled my drink all down his nice white shirt,” 

The shirt Yeosang is wearing is still crisp white, so you assume there’s more to this story before he even keeps going. 

“I felt like an idiot,” He admits, “pulled him into the bathroom and told him I could fix it right up with a little club soda,” 

“Okay,” 

“He barely said anything at first,” Wooyoung continues, “I was just rinsing his shirt out while he stood there half naked looking like Michalangelo or something,” 

“I don’t think Michaelangelo was very cut,” You smirk. 

“The statute,” He swats you, “you know the one, don’t fuck with me,” 

“Okay, fine, go on,” 

“Anyway,” He sighs, “I was just talking, keeping the conversation going, fucking babbling while I washed out his shirt and then before I knew it he had me pressed up against the mirror with his tongue down my throat,” 

“Wow,” 

“One thing led to another,” He blushes again, “and then we just talked while I finished drying his button down,” 

“Wow, again,” You breathe. 

“I know,” He breathes, “I’ve never felt like this,” 

“Okay,” You squeeze his hand, “but, Woo, this is a good thing,” 

“I know, but I’m kind of fucking terrified,” He admits, “is this how you felt?”

“Pretty much,” 

“It’s awful,” He admits. 

“Tell me about it,” 

The crowd around you starts clapping, the speeches are over, and the men on stage start to head down the side steps to rejoin the crowd as the single begins to play. Everyone in the room is listening attentively to the music except you and Wooyoung. 

“What are you going to do?” You ask him, your voice low. 

“Go home with him,” Wooyoung checks his watch and then presses his untouched glass of champagne into your hands, “I’ve got to go,”

“Whoa,” You shake your head, “are you sure that’s a good idea?” 

“I’m a big boy,” He rolls his eyes again. 

“Text me his number, and his address,” You insist, “and check in with me tomorrow. If you don’t, I’m calling Seonghwa and San.” 

“Oh my god, please don’t do that.” He grimaces, texting you Yeosang’s contact information anyways. 

“Don’t make me,” You tell him. 

“Fine,” 

“Have fun, please be safe,” You’d take his hand, but yours are full of champagne. You hope the genuineness of your expression gets your point across to him. 

“I will,” he promises, “and I’ll call you. We’ll talk all about Saturday too, I just,” 

“I get it,” You nod, “honestly, I do,” 

“Thank you,” His eyes soften, “and please, don’t tell San and Seonghwa. Not yet,” 

“I won’t,” You assure him, “just go, be happy,” 

“You too, okay?” He smiles, “Whatever it is, you do it. You deserve it after all this,” 

Your stomach warms at that, and you know he’s right, you just want to do this the right way for once. Over Wooyoung’s shoulder you see the blonde man in question smoothly cutting his way through the crowd, and you nod towards him, “Get out of here, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” 

He’s gone without another word, just a rushed smile as he weaves his way towards Yeosang, a bright and beaming grin now on his face. He’s a goner, you can see it clear as day. A brief flickering question passes through your mind of how this might affect his dynamic with Seonghwa and San, but given the way your best friend is lit up from the inside it doesn’t even matter. If you deserve to be happy like that, so does he, however it happens. 

With Wooyoung gone, you take a moment to survey the room, but you can’t find your group anymore. You see people from KQ you recognize, but your normal BB Trippin group is nowhere in sight and Yunho and Mingi are no longer towering over everyone at the end of the bar. You listen to the rest of the new single, something soulful and rooted in R&B just like Hongjoong had described to you all those months ago. 

As you listen to the crooning love song, your mind loops through the encounter with Yunho and Mingi, of every microexpression and you get lost in your plans for Saturday yet again. How you’ll tell them you’re sorry, how you’re ready to move on and to be honest with one another. How much you still want them, that you might love them. 

You don’t know how long you’re standing there by the back wall, thoughts tumbling over what-ifs when you’re brought back to reality. 

“Tough night?” A voice makes you jump, a little more champagne dipping out of your glasses as you turn to the side. 

“Hey, Minseok,” You laugh a little, “you scared me,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles, begging off, “I just meant the two drinks, and you know, hiding in the corner,” 

“Oh,” You shake your head, “no, Wooyoung ran off and stuck me with his glass. Do you want?” You offer it to him. 

“Sure,” He nods, smoothly taking the glass from your hands. 

You take a quick sip from yours and clear your throat softly, “So, enjoying the party?” 

He nods, “It’s nice, but honestly I was just about to get out of here and call it a night,” 

“Me too,” You nod. You’d try to say goodbye to Hongjoong, but he’s been tied up all evening mingling, and without any of your friends in sight it seems as good a time as any to slip out. 

“Let me walk you out,” He offers, plucking the champagne from your fingertips and placing both glasses on one of the nearby side service tables. 

You probably would have finished it, and a flicker of annoyance passes through you, but you let it pass and nod, “Sure,” 

You’re not far from the door, and he organizes grabbing both of your checked jackets as he makes small talk, “Are you taking the train or,” 

“I’ll probably order a car,” You usually do when it’s late like this and you’ve had a few drinks despite the extra cost. 

“Me too,” He nods, passing your jacket over. 

You shrug it on and search for something to say, but Minseok isn’t as forthcoming and chatty as some of the other dancers, “Do you live closeby?” 

“More towards Itaewon,” He zips his jacket and gestures towards the exit doors that will lead you out onto the street. 

“Mm,” You nod, pushing through the doors. 

“You know, we could,” Minseok starts to say, but the minute you step aside you finally see some familiar faces. 

“There you are!” You smile, and your familiar group of dancers turns at your voice. 

Minseok says something else, but you don’t quite catch it and you spin to apologize quickly over your shoulder before rejoining your friends. 

“I thought you left,” San ushers you over to their group. 

“Good timing,” Seonghwa adds, “my car’s not far, you want a ride?” 

“Sure,” You nod, you’ll never turn down a less expensive rideshare. 

Yunho and Mingi are talking with Jaemin at the edge of the group, but you catch Mingi’s glancing eye and give him a smile. It’s impossible to just smooth over your last real conversation with them, but you’re trying to signal in every little way that you want to move past it, that his letter meant something. You’ll lay out the rest for them as soon as you get them alone. 

He smiles back, quickly catching that you’re about to leave and you can see that he wants to step away from the conversation he’s having about some missteps from the tour. 

“Have you seen Wooyoung?” San asks, bringing your attention back. 

“For a second,” You nod, but look away from quickly as you try to tell a vague white lie, “I think he already split,” 

He hums, but then Seonghwa gently taps your back, “Car,” 

“Oh, perfect,” You step with him and turn to the group, “goodnight everyone, see you in the morning!” 

Dahan and San both give quick, small waves. 

“Goodnight,” Mingi says, his conversation stuttering to a pause so he can address you, “see you,” 

“See you tomorrow,” Yunho adds, nodding. 

Your stomach feels like it might flutter right out of your body. 

“I’ll have him drop you first,” Seonghwa says as he helps you into the car, jogging to the opposite side to get in himself. 

As the car pulls away you feel lighter than you have in months, and seeing them again makes everything feel so much more sure. They’re real, they’re back, and they want to see you too. Everything else falls to the side, for once the path forwards is crystal clear. 

[hxyleswritesthings]

Alpha!Katsuki Headcanons

Author's Note: I'm working on an actual written blurb for these two, but in the meantime, enjoy this snapshot into what their relationship is like!

From here on out, his omega will be affectionately referred to as BB, just as a pet name.

Bakugou is aged up to mid-20s here, and this does contain slightly mature content so read at your own risk.

BB is quirkless!! Sometimes Bakugou teases her for it, stressing that she needs her big, strong, pro Hero alpha to take care of her and keep her protected. He’s also known for telling her to sit her “basic ass” down. 

She doesn’t really mind the teasing, or the lack of a quirk. She used to be self conscious about it growing up, but now she doesn’t see herself as anything less for it. 

She’s a total crybaby, like big fat Deku tears. She cries a lot when she’s stressed, and don’t even get me started on how she can get when her hormones are all out of whack from preheat. 

Cries a LOTTT during sappy romance movies as well.  One time she got so worked up Bakugou had to cut the movie off halfway, despite her protests. 

These two are stupidly in love with each other!!! Not a single person expected Katsuki to be so open and vulnerable as he is with her, but it’s been such a pleasant surprise!! He’s still the hard exterior Katsuki they all know and love, but it’s impossible to miss how much happier and calm he is around his omega. BB can take him from explosive, aggressive, alpha to someone who’s pulling her close and outright purring at her affections within a matter of moments. 

 He’s very protective of his omega but he’ll be damned if he becomes one of those alphas that has to control her every move. This means BB loves to go out with her friends, but he will be dropping her off and picking her up after, as well as triple checking his ringer is on in case she calls for anything. Everyone jokes that he’s a total mother hen, but it’s an arrangement that makes them both the most comfortable. 

Before he had marked her, there was one time she called him because another alpha was making her uncomfortable at the bar. Katsuki was with Kiri and Mina at the time and let’s just say that Mina had to go in to retrieve BB (checking up on her friends to make sure they were safe as well, ofc), while Kiri held Bakugou back so that he wouldn’t march in and make a scene. It led to him causing a scene outside the front door anyways.

He only calmed down once she was safe and in his arms, her face tucked into his scent glands as her previously sour scent turned sweeter as she calmed down.

BB is very shy at first, but completely opens up once she gets comfortable. This means she tends to be quiet around new people and stick to her alpha’s side, but once she trusts someone, she literally doesn’t shut tf up. 

No, seriously. Bakugou introduced her to the squad once they were officially courting. They had dinner at his apartment, and the poor girl barely spoke while everyone sat around the table, eating. A few hours (and drinks) later, she was practically glued to Kiri’s side, talking his fucking ear off. Bakugou quickly learned that the two are very similar, and they’re best friends now who love to make his life hell. 

About Kiri!!! Kiri is not mated yet, but he has been courting an omega for a while and the two are literally meant for each other. They have double dates with Bakugou and his girl all the time and BB and Kiri’s omega are very close!! 

Whenever they’re at a party, or having a night out somewhere, BB is infamous for pulling Bakugou away after a few drinks to blow him. He always teases that he won’t let her next time, but he’s just a man. He’d be crazy to deny his pretty little omega wanting to get on her knees and make her alpha feel good. 

Yes, this did occur at a hero gala one time. They tried their best to play it off but their friends all knew the blush adorning their cheeks was not from the alcohol. 

Before quitting, BB used to work at a coffee shop in between classes. She would also hang out there to do schoolwork. This is how they met each other. Bakugou caught whiff of her scent one day while on patrol with Kiri, and he was immediately hooked. He bought her a refill and a pastry and the poor dude was stumbling over his words trying to introduce himself. 

He was so nervous, hands shaky as he spoke to her. Kiri definitely teased him about it, but clearly it had worked as BB had slipped him her number before the two men left.

She always felt very safe around him, even from the start. He became a safe space for her very early on in their relationship.

On their first date, he took her to get takeout and they ate it sitting on a blanket at a local park and trying to guess the life stories of different strangers around them. 

Their second date he invited her over to his apartment and made her dinner. She showed up in a dress and heels, and couldn’t help but keep staring at his biceps as they bulged underneath his button down he had chosen for the night. He even set the table with flowers and candles. What a romantic!!

Bakugou was absolutely swooning over her!!! They cleaned up together after dinner, giggling like children as they splashed sudsy water on each other. Bakugou poured them both another glass of wine once they were finished, showing her to the balcony where they sat and talked in the cool night air. 

The night mayyyy or may not have ended with Bakugou’s head underneath the poor girl’s dress, thighs shaking as she fell apart on his face. He moaned into her, cleaning her up with his tongue before pulling away, helping her pull her panties back up into place and pressing a few kisses to her lips as he pulled her into his arms on the couch. He drove her home later that night, making sure she was safely inside before taking himself back home. 

They went on a few more dates before he decided to court her, showing up at her place with a new blanket and a sweater of his he had scented, as well as her favorite chocolates as a courting gift. BB accepted immediately, tearing up at the gesture as she pulled him into an embrace. She left him briefly to add the two new items to her nest, breathing in the mix of their scents deeply once she had finished. She quickly returns to Bakugou, instructing him to take his shoes off before pulling him into her bedroom and inviting him into her nest for the very first time. It’s an emotional moment for both of them as he climbs in, making himself comfortable and allowing his omega to scent him before tucking herself into his chest, the both of them practically purring. 

They spent the rest of the day in her nest and Bakugou even called out the next day for some extra time with her.

[chloe-skywalker]

Parting Scar's - Poe Dameron

Poe x Fem!reader Solo

Warnings: mention of sibling abuse?

Word count: 656

Summary: Ben left some parting scar’s on his sister Y/n, that she doesn’t like to show off. But when Poe ask’s her to hand him a tool Y/n’s shirt lift’s up and he sees it and get’s concerned.

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“Can you help me for a minute?” Poe asked as he saw Y/n in the halls and walked over to her.

“Sure. What with?” Y/n nodded at Poe and started to walk beside him. Y/n wondered what he needed help with.

“I need to fix some things in my X-Wing and I need someone to hand me tools because I have to use both my hands.” Poe explained, he hoped he wasn’t rambling.

“Okay. Just tell me what to hand you.” Y/n sighed nodding along. If he needed help Y/n would gladly help her pilot, even if it sounded a tiny bit boring.

“Great.” Poe smiled back, the two walked to the hanger and over to Poe’s X-Wing.

“So what’s wrong with the X-Wing?” Y/n asked sitting down next to Poe and the tool box.

“Somethings rattling under the cockpit.” he told her as he shoved his hands further into the open compartment of the X-Wing.

“Hello BB.” Y/n laughed as the little droid rolled over to her beeping happily. The little droid loved her and Y/n loved BB as well.

Helping Poe with the X-Wing took longer than they thought it would. But during Y/n helping Poe, Y/n reached to grab a tool for him Poe noticed her shirt lift up and a ton of scars littered her back. It made Poe become alarmed.

Later the two decided to break and get dinner before it was all gone. ALthough they decided to take it back and eat in the hanger, so they could get to work again when they were done. Y/n and Poe rearranged some cargo cases so they could sit diangle next to each other.

“Y/n can I ask you something?”  Poe spoke up after taking a bite.

“Shoot.” She nodded, taking her own bite of food.

“The scar’s on your back.” Poe nervously pointed out, he didn’t want to upset her or embarrass her.

“You saw?” Y/n put down her food not looking at Poe yet. She had to take a minute to wrap her head around the fact that she now had to tell Poe. Tell him about something that eats away at her constantly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry if this is crossing some boundaries.” Poe apologized.

“You were gonna see them at some point, right?” They had yet to be physically intimate, but Y/n wanted to go there with Poe and she was sure he wanted to go there with her. So eventually she was gonna tell him anyway but not now, not when it was unplanned and out of the blue.

Poe felt guilty for bringing it up, he should’ve waited for her to tell him but he saw and he was worried. “Y/n, what are they from?”

He might as well ask since he brought it up.

Y/n took a deep breath to calm her nerves and gain some confidence. “My brother. When he turned to the darkside and joined the first order.”

“Kylo Ren.” Poe had a moment of PTSD when speaking that name.

Y/n nodded and gulped before she explained further. “Kylo Ren, Ben Solo. I don’t know which. Both most likely. It happened the night he turned. We fought and it was his parting gift I guess. Scar’s that run along my back, some of my arms and torso… I think he was trying to kill me but I’m stubborn and survived.”

Poe had to control his anger, if he didn’t hate Kylo Ren already he definitely did now. But Poe also didn’t want to scare Y/n. Poe pulled Y/n into his arms and rested his chin on top of her head. “If I ever get the chance I’ll get him back for you.”

Y/n wrapped her arms around his waist and smiled at his protectiveness. Y/n nuzzled her face into his neck. “Thanks Poe.”

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[virtie333]

Snowbound - Poevember 2024

Poe Dameron, a former military pilot living a quiet life outside of a small mountain town, is trying to ignore his new neighbor, the too-young and too-beautiful Rey Skywalker. But a blizzard is about to change his life forever.

Cross-posted on AO3 (even if you read it here, please give it a kudo there!)

Modern AU Damerey (Poe Dameron x Rey Skywalker)

9800 words (sorry, not sorry)

Rated Explicit, but not until the very end. Hurt/comfort. Neighbors to Lovers. Talk of PTSD, Depression, and Suicidal Ideation. Forced Proximity and Sick Fic. P in V protected sex and Oral sex (female receiving).

Lieutenant Colonel Poe Dameron, former F-15 pilot for the United States Air Force, sat at his worn dining room table, staring at the blizzard outside his kitchen window, idly wondering how much snow it would take to bury his whole cabin enough to suffocate him.

He could just fall asleep and never wake up. It would be so easy. So peaceful.

Almost as if he could read his master’s thoughts, BB, his Border Collie, gave a sharp yip. Poe jumped slightly, startled out of his maudlin thoughts, looking at his dog and grimacing. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said out loud. “I couldn’t do that to you.” He took a deep breath, turning back to the blinding white outside. Dawn had arrived, bringing daylight but no sun. Just wind and snow. Lots of snow. “Maybe our neighbor lady would take you,” Poe muttered. She seemed to like animals.

BB yipped again, but this time he was standing at the back door, looking at Poe expectantly. With a wince, Poe stood and walked across the kitchen, barely registering the cold floor under his bare feet. He should probably turn the heat up since the temperature was dropping fast outside. Maintaining warmth in the old house was a bit of a chore. He opened the door and watched as BB shot out. “Don’t get stuck in a snow drift!” he shouted after the dog, only partially serious. BB was a very smart dog and knew better than to wander too far, especially in inclement weather, but it was really bad out there and BB was still at risk in the storm.

He saw the dog heading toward the property belonging to the neighbor he had just been talking about, and he shook his head in frustration. BB liked going over there to see the young woman and to play with her dog, a little tri-colored rat terrier named Deo. Or at least he thinks that was its name; he had heard her call out to the dog a few times since the woman had arrived in August. Now it was November and they were facing their first major snow storm.

Only it wasn’t just a snow storm. The Blizzard Warning had been posted yesterday morning already, with up to three feet of snow expected along with winds reaching 50 MPH; winds like that were unheard of here in the mountains outside of summer thunderstorms. Temperatures that had been in the 60s yesterday were dropping steadily, and they were expected to be in the single digits by tonight. While the air temperature was just under freezing when the snow started, making the snow wet and heavy, the wind chill was already in the teens. He was stocked up on canned goods and firewood in case the power went out, so he was ready.

He hoped his neighbor was.

When his former neighbor, a gruff older man he only knew as Skywalker, passed away last May, he had expected the house and land next door to go up for sale. Instead, a young woman whom he assumed was related to Skywalker took over the property, moving in with her dog, a donkey, and a small herd of goats. In September, she added a horse to the mix, and though he never saw them outside, he spotted at least two cats in a window facing his property when he had been chopping wood one afternoon. He had seen her face peering out at him from the same window, but she had ducked back fairly quickly when she realized he had spotted her.

Feeling self-conscious for the first time in years, Poe had put his shirt back on.

To be honest, he had been surprised she hadn’t come out to talk to him at that point. Twice since she had moved in, she had come over to his house, politely knocking on his door. He had ignored her both times. He had come up to this mountain to be a hermit and he was going to make sure she knew he had no interest in being neighborly. While the land across the gravel road they both lived off of was owned by a rancher who ran two-hundred head of cattle, the rest of the land that surrounded his forty acres and her fifty acres belonged to the National Forest Service. His cabin was five miles along a well-maintained but unpaved road to the highway, and another eight miles to town. It was as close to the ‘middle of nowhere’ he could get, and he liked it that way.

Suddenly, BB was at the back door, jumping on it and barking frantically. Poe felt his heartrate increase as his anxiety shot up. BB never got that upset without a reason. He moved back to the door quickly, opening it without looking out. He expected BB to rush in, bringing snow and cold with him, but instead the dog spun around and ran to the edge of the deck, then turned and looked at him, barking maniacally. Even someone not used to dogs would understand what he was trying to say.

“What the hell, BB?” Poe grumbled, looking out at the swirling snow. He couldn’t even see his neighbor’s house, which was only twenty yards away. BB ran toward him, reaching out to tap him on the knee, then spun around again, this time running all the way down the stairs into the snow, angled toward the neighboring house. He had gone over there, Poe knew. Now he was desperate for Poe to go there, too. His anxiety still sky-high, Poe turned back into the house and toward his bedroom. He pulled on socks and a flannel shirt, then ran back out to find his boots, pulling them on and lacing them as fast as he could. He grabbed his coat and headed out the back door. BB was tap-dancing on the deck, and as soon as he saw Poe bundled up and coming out, he hopped down the stairs and started running toward the neighbor’s, jumping the snow drifts in his way.

“This better not be a false alarm,” Poe groused as he zipped up the coat and pulled his gloves out of the pocket. He trusted his dog, though. Something was seriously wrong.

The snow was drifting badly already, with some drifts already knee-deep. He plowed through them, finally seeing the dark shape of the other house through the blinding snow. Only BB wasn’t heading toward the house. He was going left, toward the barn that was situated on the other side of the garden behind the house. There was a fence with a gate right behind the garden, and he knew there was a lovely stone path that led from the house to the gate, but that was now covered in snow. There were no animals visible on the other side of the fence, so he knew they must be safe in the barn, but he did see a dark shape in front of the closed gate. It was to that shape that BB ran.

Poe rushed forward, knowing he was walking over the garden and hoping he didn’t trip on anything, heading toward BB and the immobile shape. He could barely hear the barking of the woman’s terrier coming from the house behind him, sounding desperate. As he got close, his fears turned to reality as he realized it was indeed his neighbor, slumped down by the gate in the snow. BB was nosing where he assumed her face was, but she was bundled up in a pair of green coveralls, a hood and balaclava covering most of her face. She was dusted in snow, telling him she had been here for a while, and there were mostly covered tracks in the snow leading to the barn, telling him what she had been doing before BB found her.

He squatted down in front of her. “Hey!” he said loudly, reaching for her. She appeared to be kneeling, leaning against the fence. One of her gloved hands was gripping one of the fence rails. “Hey!” he said again, leaning in to see what he could of her face. “Are you okay?”

Her eyes were closed and she did not respond.

“Miss?” He shook her shoulder slightly. “Hey!” Still no response. Using his teeth, he removed the glove from his right hand and brought it up to her face. She reacted to his touch, her eyes opening slightly. Her skin was hot. Too hot. “Hey, can you hear me?”

She blinked at him, then turned her head slightly. Her hand slipped from the rail and she slumped even more. She mumbled something that sounded like “sleep” and he reached for her, holding her up so she didn’t fall completely into the snow.

“Yeah, no,” he grumbled as he moved in to grab her under her arms. “You can’t sleep here.” He moved to stand, pulling her up as he did so. “You’re sick. You’ve got a fever. You need to sleep inside where it’s warm.”

“I am warm,” she mumbled, but she didn’t fight him, grabbing a hold of the back of his coat.

“Yeah, well, the wrong kind of warm,” he told her as he directed them both toward her house. “You fall asleep out here, you’ll be frozen to death in an hour, fever or not.”

She said something he couldn’t understand, then tripped and fell against him. With a heavy sigh, Poe shifted so that he could pick her up in a fireman’s carry over his shoulder. She didn’t struggle, but he could hear her say something unintelligible again. He pushed through the deepening snow, finally reaching the steps that led up her back deck, BB at his heels. He could see the little terrier watching them from the screen door, his expression fearful. Carefully, he balanced the woman just enough he could free a hand and get the door open, praying the little dog didn’t run out into the blizzard. But BB pushed inside ahead of him, herding the little dog backwards and making room for Poe to step inside.

Looking around frantically for a place to set the woman down, Poe tramped through the kitchen and into the main room, aiming for the couch that sat on the far side of the room. He set the woman down with a groan; she may be skinny, but she wasn’t tiny. She moaned, but did not open her eyes. She was also shivering. How long had she been out there before BB found her? He turned and went back to close the inner door, keeping the cold and snow outside, then removed his own coat so he could maneuver better. He headed back to the couch and began removing her outerwear.

Boots first. Big, black insulated rubber muck boots. Then he unzipped the coveralls, pulling them off her shoulders and down her body. She had a hoodie on underneath, and as he pulled the coveralls over her hips, he saw she had thermal leggings on. At least he knew she had been prepared for outdoor work in frigid weather. He threw the coveralls back toward the kitchen, not wanting all the snow still stuck to them to melt over her carpet, then he untied the hood and pulled it down, gently pulling off her balaclava. Her brown hair was in a tight braid, but it was also soaked in sweat. Her shivering became more violent, and he was glad to see it; it meant her body was warming itself up from the external cold. He figured it wouldn’t take long with her fever helping from the inside.

A big gust of wind hit the house, and suddenly the light in the kitchen and the light next to the couch went out. “There goes the power,” Poe mumbled. He looked over at the two dogs who were both sitting quietly watching him. He scanned the room, glad it was daylight and the house had lots of windows. He noticed an orange and white cat on top of the stairs that led up to an open loft. Her bedroom, he wondered? There were two blankets folded on top of the back of the sofa, and the fireplace off to the side was currently cold, but it not only had wood in it ready to be lit, but a good stack next to it. Okay, this woman was prepared for the weather, he thought.

She just hadn’t planned on getting sick.

Poe reached for the zipper on her hoodie, tentatively pulling it down. She had a pale blue camisole on underneath, and no bra; the outline of her small breasts were clearly evident under the cami. He looked around the room again, noticing what looked like an oversize sweatshirt over the back of a pretty wooden rocking chair close to the fireplace. He went over to grab it, then went back to the woman, removing the hoodie and pulling the soft and warm looking sweatshirt over her head. He wondered if it belonged to her boyfriend as he pulled her arms through the sleeves. He had never seen a man visit her since she had moved in, but maybe it was a long-distance relationship. There was no way she could be single.

He grabbed one of the sofa pillows and carefully laid her down so her head was on it. She wasn’t really unconscious, he knew, but she didn’t seem to be aware, either. She was unresisting as he situated her lengthwise on the couch, then he brought the blankets down to cover her. Her shivering had stopped, but her face was still hot and he could tell she was still sweating. It felt wrong to cover her up, but he was still convinced hypothermia was the main threat. He could however try and make her more comfortable. He went to the kitchen, grabbing a dishtowel and turning on the water at the sink. Nothing. “Shit,” he groaned. “The power’s out, dimwit,” he told himself. Like him, he was sure her water source was a well, and the pump was electric. He wondered if she had a generator.

He went to the back door, opened it and used the towel to pick up a bunch of snow, wrapping it up as he closed the door tight again. He used his hands to work the snow, melting it, getting the cloth as wet as he could, then dumped the rest in the sink and took the cloth over to the woman, putting it over her forehead. She shuddered, then settled.

Poe sat down briefly on the coffee table, his mind busy as he planned what he had to do now. Start a fire, collect some snow to melt for water, check to make sure they had food for the duration, for both people and animals. He wouldn’t bother going back to his house, yet; it was going to get cold, but there was nothing in it that couldn’t handle that. If she didn’t wake up completely by sunset, he should probably go check on her animals in the barn; he assumed that’s what she had just finished doing when she collapsed, so they should be fine until dark. He pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, unsurprised to see no signal. Even on clear days it was hard to get a signal out here, and there would be no internet with the power out. The way the weather was, even if he could get a hold of emergency services, it would be too dangerous for them to try and make it out here.

It looked like he was here for the duration.

******

The woman’s fever broke around one in the afternoon.

Poe had gotten the lower level of the little house nice and cozy by then with a good fire. He had found as many large containers as he could in the kitchen and filled them with snow, setting them next to the fire to melt, and he kept a cool, wet cloth on his patient’s forehead to help with the fever. Sometimes she would open her eyes, but he could tell she was completely unaware. She was restless, mumbling words he couldn’t understand, and never responded to anything he said. Her dog had joined her on the couch, either lying on her hip or perched on the back, as if he was guarding her. Though he had never done anything aggressive toward Poe, he still watched everything Poe did with distrust. BB followed Poe around in whatever he was doing, settling on the floor in front of the fire the few times Poe let himself sit down on the old recliner kitty-corner from the couch.

Poe tried not to snoop, but it was hard as the morning passed and the afternoon advanced. There were pictures throughout the room, including one of her with Skywalker. They were smiling and seemed happy. He wondered what their relationship was to each other, and he wondered why Poe had never seen her visit the older man. Granted, he had only lived here for a little over a year before Skywalker died, but the man had seemed just as much of a hermit as Poe desired to be.

Poe was relieved when the woman’s temperature returned to normal. She settled and seemed to finally fall into a real sleep. As four o’clock neared, he decided he better check on the animals in the barn. He bundled up and headed outside, BB insisting on coming along. Before he left the deck, he checked under the tarp at the far end, pleased to see even more firewood ready if needed. Then he grabbed the snow shovel that sat propped up against the railing and headed down the stairs into the snow.

The wind and snow had not let up at all, but because the temperature was colder than this morning, the snow had changed consistency. Instead of feeling like he was getting pelted with mini snowballs, he felt like he was getting battered by small bits of glass. He trudged toward the barn, using the shovel to scoop through any drifts that got a little too big. When he got to the gate where he had found his neighbor, he saw that the snow had drifted so badly there that it was over the fence in places. He shoveled the gate clear just enough for him to open it, then pushed through. The area between the barn and the gate was almost bare, but the snow had drifted up against the barn itself, blocking both the big door and the smaller ‘people’ door. He shoveled that one clear, and pushed inside.

He was met with a chorus of nickers, bleats, screams, and brays.

He had been worried about water, not sure how he would get enough for the animals he knew were inside without power, but immediately his worry was eased when he saw the 55-gallon stock tank against the wall, full of water. The animals themselves were in stalls, the little grey horse in one, the donkey in another, and the five goats in the third, but there was a bucket next to the water tank that allowed him to transfer water from there to the buckets hanging in the stalls. There was a thin layer of ice over the water in the big tank, but it was easy to break through. Once he knew all the animals had water, he opened a bale of hay and distributed that, too. He wasn’t going to feed anything else without knowing what they all required; just hay would suffice for now, keeping their bellies full and their bodies warm. As he worked, it got darker and darker. The sun was setting. After topping off the water and giving the animals one final look over, he and BB headed back to the house. Most of the areas he had shoveled on the way to the barn were already drifted over once more.

Once back inside the house, the first thing he did was check on his patient. Both she and her dog were sound asleep. A wave of exhaustion washed over him and he looked at BB. “We should probably eat before sleep, huh?” The dog wagged his tail in response. “Let’s see what she’s got.” He moved to what he knew was most likely the dog kibble container and opened it up. The food was still in the bag, and he was happy to see it was a higher-end kibble, not the cheap crap. The little terrier had woken the moment he opened the container and was at his feet next to BB in a split second. Poe laughed. Finding the little dog’s bowl next to the container, he took an older looking plastic bowl from the cupboard and filled them both with appropriate amounts of food, then fed both dogs. As they ate, he searched the refrigerator, knowing most of the contents would probably go bad before the power came back so he might as well eat some of it. He was pleased to see some bottled water, and grabbed one up, drinking it down quickly. He also found slices of ham and lots of cheese, so he grabbed a pan and some bread and prepped a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches. He put the pan over the fire, and while he couldn’t hold it long enough to call them ‘grilled,’ it melted the cheese and was delicious. He let the dogs out, watching the little one carefully to make sure he didn’t stray too far into the snow, and finally he settled back in the recliner, watching the woman sleep.

He should find out her name, he thought idly. Her purse was on the counter near the back door and her wallet was most likely inside of it. And yet, he didn’t look. He preferred to wait until she woke up and told him herself. He snorted softly. As if he hadn’t had the chance to let her introduce herself in the past.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

******

He dozed, but didn’t sleep, so when both dogs started moving about and the little one started whining, he was awake immediately. He sat up straight from where he was slumped in the chair and looked over at his patient.

She was blinking, looking around her with confusion. She spotted him and her eyes widened. “Wha- what’s going on?” Her voice was rough and…she had an accent.

“You’re okay,” Poe told her softly. Her dog was clambering up her body, his tail wagging faster than lightspeed, and she reached out to pet him as she focused on Poe. “The power went out a while ago, but everyone is safe and warm in here.” He had spotted two more cats up in the loft, but only the orange one had ventured down for a brief time.

“What happened?” She started to sit up, clearing her throat. She rubbed her head, and he knew she probably had a headache due to not only whatever had caused the fever, but dehydration. He got up and moved to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water out of the not-so-cold fridge. He opened it as he brought it to her.

“You had a fever,” he told her. “I found you passed out by your back gate in the snow.” He looked at his dog, who was looking back and forth between them. “Well, BB found you and let me know.”

He watched as she drank, then she focused on him again. “What time is it?”

Poe looked at his watch. “Almost midnight,” he told her, surprised himself it was so late. Maybe he had slept a bit in that chair. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

She took another drink and licked her lips. “I was calling in to the store. Talking to my manager. I was joking that I was glad it was supposed to blizzard because I didn’t feel well enough to come in, but calling in sick is tough.”

“Where do you work?”

“Bea’s Books.”

Poe nodded. He was familiar with the book store. The few times he visited town, he usually stopped there to stock up. “Your boss is a prick, huh?”

She laughed softly, and Poe found himself startled by the brilliance of her smile and the odd color of her eyes. “Yeah, she is,” the woman said, taking another sip from the bottle. She raised an eyebrow. “I own the store.”

Poe couldn’t help but laugh.

“I remember heading out to the barn,” she continued. “I remember making sure the stock tank was full and everyone had plenty of hay.” Her eyes widened again in panic. “The animals!“

Poe interrupted her. “I was out there just before sunset. Everyone is okay. I watered them and gave them more hay.”

She settled, nodding, then she focused on him once more. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Poe,” he said softly. “Poe Dameron.”

“Rey Skywalker.”

He nodded. “Related to the Skywalker who used to live here, I’m assuming?”

“My father,” she whispered, her expression turning sad. “He moved here after my mum died. He asked me to come, but I had a good job in Glastonbury and didn’t want to leave England. I had intended to visit this past spring, but something came up.” He saw a tear slide down her cheek, but she wiped it away quickly, biting her lower lip. “I didn’t expect…”

Poe nodded, already thinking about his dad. “My mom died when I was a kid. And now I’m thinking I should maybe at least give my dad a call.”

She looked at him seriously. “Yes. You should.” She was silent for a while, then she cocked her head at him. “So, I suppose I should thank you for saving my life?”

Poe shifted in his chair, shaking his head. “You would have eventually come around and made it back to the house,” he told her, even though he didn’t believe it.

“Bullshit,” she quipped. “If I don’t remember you bringing me in here, taking off my clothes, and taking care of me for the last several hours, then odds are I would have just fallen asleep in the snow and never woken up.” She smiled slightly. “Thank you.”

Poe felt his face heat. “I didn’t take off your clothes,” he muttered.

She snorted a laugh, then winced and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, he could tell she was hurting. “I need to use the loo,” she said, pushing the blankets off of her legs and putting her feet on the floor. Poe jumped up and took a step toward her, holding out his hand. At first, she looked confused by his action, but then as she pushed herself up onto her feet, she wobbled and grabbed him. “Oh!”

“You’ve been out of commission for almost seventeen hours,” he told her. “You’re bound to be a bit weak.” He stepped into her and proffered his arm. “I’ll help you to the door.”

She took his arm and leaned on him as he slowly walked her to the bathroom, which fortunately was on the ground floor. As they walked the short distance, he asked about her remaining animals. “I’ve seen your cats, but I didn’t see where you keep their food or litter.”

“I have a walk-in closet upstairs that I use as their room,” she told him.

“I’ll go up and check their food and water, then,” he told her.

She just nodded, focused now on her destination. He let her go as she used the doorframe to support herself. “Just yell out when you’re done,” he told her, wondering if she actually would. She seemed pretty damn independent and stubborn.

He headed up the stairs to the large open loft area. A lovely four-poster bed sat near the far wall, which was almost all floor to ceiling windows, and a desk sat off to the left with a laptop and stacks of papers. The closet was on the right, and the whole wall it sat behind was covered in full bookshelves. Of course, the owner of a bookstore would be a bookaholic, he thought with a smile. He went into the closet, pulling out his phone to use the flashlight as the light from the fire below wasn’t enough to see by up here. Two covered litter boxes sat in the left side of the closet, and two water fountains, neither of which were running now that the power was out, sat on the opposite side. Two empty bowls were in the middle, but Poe found the cat food up on the shelf right above them, along with some more bottled water. The food was the same brand as the dog food, he saw. He filled the bowls, then took a couple of bottles and filled the fountains, which were both half empty. He wondered just how many cats she had; they were all hiding from him now.

He headed back down the stairs, unsurprised to see Rey already back on the couch, the big orange cat in her lap purring away. He sat back down in the recliner. “It’s cold up there,” he told her. “But not freezing.”

She nodded, but didn’t speak.

“Do you want something to eat?” he asked. “I noticed you had cans of soup. It should be easy to warm up some over the fire.” He cocked his head. “Maybe some Tylenol, too?”

The corner of her mouth curled up. “There’s a bottle in my purse,” she said. “And yeah, soup sounds lovely. Bean and ham if possible.”

Poe moved to the fridge and pulled out another bottle of water, then grabbed her bag, taking both back to her. “What is it with women always carrying around pain meds in their purses?”

She snorted. “You try bleeding out your uterine lining every month, then ask that question.” She dug out a small pill bottle.

“Yeah, yeah,” Poe winced. He moved back to get a saucepan with as long as a handle as possible to put the soup in, also grabbing a can opener and spoon. He was glad he had snooped through the kitchen earlier when there was more light and knew where everything was. “So, if you moved here from England, how did you end up with so many animals?”

She swallowed down a couple of pills and looked at him. “I’ve just always wanted a little herd of goats. I love goats. So, I found them the day I moved here. Henry the donkey came with them.” She laughed. “I bought Feisty a month later when I realized I actually had room for a horse. I used to ride all the time as a child.” She shrugged. “Deo and the cats came with me.”

“How many cats do you have exactly?” he asked as he took the full pan over to the fireplace, carefully warming it up.

“Three. The two girls are shy. Thomas isn’t.” Both Thomas and Deo were on her lap now. The cat was bigger than the dog, he realized. “How about you? You mentioned calling your dad, so he must not live around here.”

Poe nodded slowly. “Upstate New York. It’s where I grew up.”

“How did you end up here?”

He shrugged, but stayed silent.

“Quid pro quo, Mr. Dameron.”

He winced, but nodded. “Lieutenant Colonel Dameron,” he muttered. “United States Air Force, retired.”

“Pilot?”

“Yeah. Mostly F-15s.”

“Combat?”

“Yeah.”

“And now you’ve become a hermit in the mountains,” she said softly. It wasn’t a question.

“Drones are taking over my job,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah,” she replied sarcastically. “That’s why you left.”

She knew. Somehow, she knew. He had seen too much. Killed too many.

“I was a nurse,” she continued. “I worked in the ER for the last two years before I came here. The pay was good, but the things I saw…” She shrugged. “It was rough, but I bet it wasn’t even half as bad as war.”

Poe was silent for a while, stirring the soup, feeling the heat of the fire on his face. He knew she was waiting for him to say something, but she wasn’t going to pressure him. “When you’re a pilot, you can distance yourself from the violence,” he started. “You can shoot down other fighters and not think about the human element. You never see their faces. You never know their names.” He paused. “The base I was stationed at in Iraq was hit several years ago. The mess was the intentional target. Suicide bomber. I wasn’t there at the time, I was on the other side of the base, but I ran to help.” He took a deep breath. “Two of my friends were in there. Twenty people died. You couldn’t even match up the body parts.” The soup was starting to boil, so he pulled it away from the fire, stirring it as he walked back to the kitchen. “I was never the same after that.”

He set the pot on the stove and pulled down a couple of bowls from the cupboard. He poured the soup into the bowls, splitting it in half. “Last year, while I was training on the F-35, there was a malfunction in the pressure throttle. I had to eject. Broke my leg after landing in rough terrain. The plane just barely missed base housing. I still have nightmares where I’m watching from my parachute as it crashed, only this time taking out several houses with it.” He brought the bowls over to Rey, who was focused on him intently. He handed her one, then sat back in the recliner. “I was diagnosed with PTSD and Clinical Depression and offered early retirement. They said I’d probably had both since the incident in Iraq.” He gave her a wry smile. “Mental health isn’t really a priority in the armed forces, though it’s better now than it used to be.”

He started eating, suddenly self-conscious. He had never talked so much about his past to anyone, even the therapist he had been seeing before deciding to come here and use nature and solitude to help heal. Rey watched him for a while, then started eating as well. When they were finished, he took her bowl and his to the kitchen, leaving them in the sink to be washed whenever the water came back on. He added a couple of logs to the fire, then sat back in the chair. She had settled again, looking sleepy. The pain killers must be doing their job, because she looked much more comfortable.

“So, how did a nurse end up owning a bookstore?” he asked, super curious.

“It was my father’s,” she said softly. “I had the option of selling it, but… I like it. Just like I like living up here, even if it means getting snowed in from time to time.” She smiled at him. “I like my neighbor, too.”

He snorted, but gave her a soft smile in return. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to me. When this storm is over, I’m going back to ignoring you.”

“Wanna bet?”

******

When Poe woke up, he quickly realized two things immediately. One, was that Rey was not on the couch. And two, he couldn’t hear the wind anymore.

He sat up, pushing the footstool of the recliner down slowly (Rey had warned him the animals liked to climb underneath it when the footstool was up) and looked about the room. There was grey light coming in the windows, letting him know dawn was almost here, and the fire had obviously had more wood added to it recently. He heard a noise and turned his head to see Rey moving about the still dark kitchen.

“Hey,” she said when she saw him. She had the coveralls he had stripped from her yesterday morning in her hands.

“What are you doing?” he demanded, getting onto his feet and heading toward her.

“I was going to go check on the animals in the barn,” she said. Her voice was tentative. She didn’t sound enthused. “It looks like the storm’s over finally.”

He shook his head. “You were just unconscious with a severe fever, Rey. You do not need to be doing any physical work right now.” He reached forward and gently took the coveralls from her hands.

“I feel fine,” she argued.

He nodded. “But you’re still weak. And whatever it was that caused the fever could cause you to relapse if you stress your body too much. You’re a nurse. You know I’m right.”

She sighed and her shoulders slumped in defeat. “I wasn’t really looking forward to going out there, but you have your own life to get back to. You don’t need to still be babysitting me.”

“It’s my choice to take care of you, and that includes checking on your animals.” He laid her coveralls over a chair and started putting his boots on. “Do you want me to give them anything other than hay?” he asked.

“There are two plastic garbage cans in the tack room,” she said. “They’re labeled. The goats can have two scoops of the goat feed in the big, long feeder in their stall. Henry can have half a scoop of the horse feed, and Feisty can have a whole scoop. Their water will probably be frozen by now. There’s a mallet on the shelf in the tack room you can use to break the ice if you need to.” She paused. “I can make breakfast, at least. Do you like bacon, or are you not a meat eater?”

“Bacon isn’t meat,” he grinned. “It’s ambrosia.” He frowned. “Is it still good?”

Rey nodded. “I had some in the freezer. It looks like it’s just barely thawed. I should be able to fry it all up over the fire.”

“Okay. I’ll shovel a good path if I can, so you can get out there later.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Poe. For everything.”

He gave her a soft smile and pulled on his coat and gloves.

The temperature outside had to be at or near zero, but there was absolutely no wind, for which he was very grateful. He worked at shoveling a narrow path to the gate, then dug around the gate a little more so that he could close it and open it again without too much trouble. Once more, the area between the gate and the barn was almost clear of snow, but he shoveled all around both doors to the barn; he was pretty sure the animals would want to get out eventually. Once inside, he was surprised at how much warmer it was. The combined body heat of the animals and the drifted snow that had insulated the barn somewhat helped, he was sure. It was still well below freezing, though, and he did have to use the mallet to break up the ice. He watered them all, gave them more hay, then gave them the feed as Rey told him to. He doled out more water as most of them had drunk immediately after the first round, then headed back to the house. Hopefully the power would be back before Rey needed to come out again.

The house smelled amazing when he entered, and his stomach growled. Rey already had a stack of cooked bacon on a plate on the coffee table, as well as two glasses of juice and two bottles of water. The dogs were both eating kibble, and Rey was standing at the fire with another pan full of bacon, carefully flipping it with a pair of tongs. Her face was rosy from the heat of the fire, and her smile was bright when she saw him.

“All good?” she asked.

He nodded. “They all seem happy, if a bit bored.”

“Hopefully they can get out this afternoon for a while. I’ll need to clean their stalls.”

“I’ll help,” Poe said automatically as he stepped out of his boots and hung up his coat.

“Poe, you don’t-“

“I’ll help.”

She sighed and nodded toward the pan with the sizzling bacon on it. “This is the last of the package, so dig in.”

He sat on the recliner again, taking a sip of juice, then took a slice of bacon. He just nibbled on it, waiting for her to join him before really eating. It didn’t take long, and the smile she gave him as she added to the stack of bacon and sat down on the couch was even better than the food in front of him. They both began to eat, and while they did so, they talked about past winter storms they had both experienced. Having grown up in Southwestern England, Rey wasn’t used to much snow, and the bitter cold of the northern U.S. winters was unheard of. Poe had dealt with winter weather growing up in Northern New York, and heavy snows were not unusual, but this particular storm was bad in his experience, especially so early in the season. They wondered how people in town were faring. Did they have power? How long would it take the plows to make it out this far? Both of them decided they should probably invest in some emergency radios for use in future storms.

They continued to talk about everything and nothing for the next several hours. Around eleven, the sun came out, making the white outside blinding. They made cheese sandwiches for lunch, and Rey ventured into the chilly loft to clean litter boxes. The other two cats, a tuxedo named Tasha and a tortoiseshell named Freckles, followed her back down, watching both Poe and BB with wary eyes. In the afternoon, Poe helped Rey bundle up into her coveralls and they made their way out to the barn together. Rey made sure the gate was shut behind them, then she opened the big barn door and let everyone outside. Poe watched with her, laughing as the animals ran around cavorting in the snow, then he helped her clean out all of the dirty straw and frozen poop from the stalls, dumping it all behind the barn in what was essentially a compost pile. They added fresh straw, fresh water and food, and brought them all back in just before sunset. Poe had never really done anything with large animals before, but he found he really enjoyed the work. His beautiful companion was an added bonus.

Chilled but satisfied, they went back into the cozy house, where Rey warmed up a can of soup over the fire while Poe moved some more firewood in from outside. They ate quietly, both tired for different reasons, and once finished Poe stood to take both their bowls back to the kitchen.

“I should probably go back home now that I know you’re okay,” he said as he added the dishes to the small stack in the sink.

“It’s going to be freezing,” Rey countered. “A fire won’t be able to warm up your house after being cold for this long. Not easily.”

He looked at her, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to stay here at least one more night,” she said decisively. “If the power is back on by mid-day tomorrow, then you can get a fire started over there and let it warm up the house before tomorrow night.” She shrugged as he continued to look at her. “I’ll take the recliner if you want the couch.”

He snorted. “The recliner is fine,” he said softly. He wasn’t going to admit he was glad for one more night. It was crazy, but he didn’t want this forced proximity to end. He didn’t want to go back to being alone.

Rey shot him her thousand-watt smile and got up, passing him in the kitchen. “Let’s play some poker,” she said as she got a bag of potato chips and a large bag of M&M’s out of the cupboard, then grabbed a couple of cans of soda from the warm fridge. She held up the bag of M&M’s. “We can play with these!”

Poe laughed. “Game on!”

******

The power came back on sometime around three in the morning.

Poe woke when the light in the kitchen and the one next to the couch flicked back on, and immediately there was a clicking sound from the heating vents. He realized that not only was BB squeezed up next to him on the recliner, but Thomas the cat was sleeping on his lap as well. He smiled, then focused on the woman sleeping on the couch, her little dog and the other two cats curled up in various locations around her. He sighed heavily, knowing what the power coming back on meant.

He didn’t want to go back home, he thought. No. He didn’t want to leave this woman. She made him feel joy. She made him feel protective. She made him… feel. He didn’t want to lose that.

He realized her eyes were open and she was watching him, her sleepy gaze relaxed and trusting. He pulled his hand out from under his blanket and looked at his watch. There was no need to get up and start the day yet, he thought. He pushed his way past the two sleeping animals and got up out of the chair, then moved to turn off the lights, first the one in the kitchen, then the one next to the couch at Rey’s feet. When he turned back to the chair, both BB and Thomas had curled up in the middle of the seat. To add insult to injury, Deo had left Rey and jumped up on the chair to join them.

He heard Rey laugh softly and looked at her. With a raised eyebrow, she lifted the edge of her blanket in invitation. Poe hesitated. The couch wasn’t that big. It would be a tight fit. He took a step closer, sitting on the edge of the couch carefully, then lay down next to her, his back toward her. The two cats jumped up and moved away from him, but they didn’t go far. As he brought his feet up to the couch, she tucked the blanket over him, leaving her arm around his waist, spooning with him. He tensed, but he could feel her breathing deepen and knew she was already falling back to sleep, perfectly comfortable being so close to him. After a few minutes, he relaxed as well, and he joined her in sleep.

When he woke a few hours later, he was shockingly comfortable. He felt her move a little behind him and decided he better get up so she could get up as well; he didn’t need her climbing over him right now.

“It’s Sunday,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he responded. “So?”

“The store’s not open today.”

“You couldn’t even get there if it was,” Poe grumbled. “Which is good, because now you need to help me dig out my house.” He sat up as he said this.

She laughed. “Deal. After breakfast.”

“We can make some legit toast today,” he told her with a grin.

“And coffee!”

An hour later, they bundled up and headed outside with BB. They fed the animals and let them all out of the barn. Rey put a submergible heater into the water tank after they broke the ice and they left the door to the barn open so the animals could go in to eat and drink when they wanted. Together they then shoveled a path to his house, and Poe was grateful there was no fence between the yard part of their properties. There was a wooden post and rail fence that surrounded the back half of her property, and an old barbed wire fence around his. He wondered if she would like if he re-fenced his land with the same wooden fencing she had and allow her to use his pasture for her animals. Maybe he could get a horse of his own to add to the herd; he had ridden as a child, too, and missed it. The idea of roaming the mountains on horseback with this woman really appealed to him.

Once they made it to the house, he went in to turn up the heat. It was cold, but still above freezing inside, as the heat had been on, just not very high; he hadn’t had a chance to turn it up before BB had come to take him to Rey. The sun was out once again, and the temperature was a bit warmer than the day before, so he figured the house should warm up well before sunset. That thought didn’t really cheer him up. He had no reason to stay at Rey’s anymore.

They worked together to shovel his driveway, then hers. Right after they got the animals back in for the evening, they heard a loud roar coming from the road. They watched as a plow made its way past their houses, turned at the dead end where the gate for the neighbor’s cattle pasture was, then headed back toward town. “Looks like I’m going back to work tomorrow,” Rey said. He couldn’t tell if she was happy or sad about that fact.

“Then let me take you out to dinner tonight,” Poe responded.

She looked at him, startled. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I can get on-line, see what’s open. I’m sure a lot closed up even in town for a while.”

Suddenly, she was excited again. He left to go back to his house to shower and shave, then met her in front of her house. She was wearing a cute dark blue sweater dress with wool leggings and heeled boots. Her hair was loose around her shoulders. They decided her three-year-old SUV would be better to drive than his twenty-year-old pickup. He took her to the Bumpin’ Buffalo Bar and Grill, where he knew the food was good and the atmosphere pleasant. It wasn’t at all busy, and the staff was short a couple of people, but those that were working were on top of things, and the service and food were excellent.

“I’ll have to go shopping after work tomorrow,” Rey mused as they sat talking after the meal. “Replenish my fridge.”

“Yeah,” Poe nodded. He hadn’t had a lot in his fridge, fortunately, but he would need to get a few necessities.

Rey tilted her head at him. “Please tell me you’re not going to hide away again.”

“Would you let me?” Poe asked seriously.

She shrugged. “If you don’t want me around-“

“Oh, I want you,” Poe interrupted, his voice soft but intense. “In every way you’ll let me have you.”

Rey’s mouth formed a cute little ‘o’ and her eyes widened. Then she licked her lips and shifted in her seat. She focused on him. “Stay with me again tonight,” she whispered.

“Why?” he asked. “More poker?”

“Strip poker, maybe.”

Poe felt the corner of his mouth quirk upward. “If you want my clothes off, you can just ask.” He winced and looked down at the table. “Unfortunately, I don’t have any kind of protection.”

“I do.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

She gave him an embarrassed shrug. “A friend of mine gave me a box as a going away gift, sure I would find some hot American man immediately upon my arrival here. Sadly, it’s unopened.”

“You moved to the wrong place, I guess,” he told her. “No hot American guys here.”

“Wrong,” she said with a smirk. “Stupid man just ignored me for three months.”

Poe nodded. “He is indeed an idiot.”

Forty-five minutes later, Poe found himself on his back on the floor in front of Rey’s fireplace, watching the flame light up her naked body as she rode him. He had his knees up, his feet braced on the floor, his hands gripping her hips tightly as she bounced up and down on his cock. He moaned as he watched her small but perfect breasts jiggle with her movements, which were becoming erratic, then he stared in awe as the skin of her face turned a rose color, the blush extending down her neck and over the tops of her perky tits. Her thighs clenched tight around his hips and her cunt squeezed his cock as she shuddered and cried out above him.

Her shoulders drooped as she came down from her high, and her closed eyes opened to look at him in shock.

He pushed back on her hips. “Up! Up!” he told her, his breathing hard.

She whined, but she obeyed, sliding off of him and slowly getting to her feet. He forced himself to his knees, then he grabbed her thighs once more and pushed her gently back toward the couch behind her. She gasped softly as she fell onto the furniture and he scooted between her legs, pushing her thighs open without giving her a moment to think. He dived in, anxious to taste her glistening folds. He had wanted to go down on her first thing, but she hadn’t given him the chance, stripping naked as he built up the fire, then pulling him down to the blankets she had laid on the floor by his belt loops. Somehow, his clothing was eventually discarded, piece by piece.

But now it was his turn to control things, and he was determined to make her come on his tongue. He reveled in the squeals and sighs and “Oh, my God! Poe!” He thrilled at the feel of her fingers in his hair, first combing it, then gripping it hard as her back arched and her thighs closed around his head. He played with her clit, sucking on it, then fucked her with his tongue, moaning into her as he felt a fresh wave of her juices flow out. Poe had always considered himself experienced at cunnilingus, and had never left his partners wanting, but he had never tasted a woman as amazing as this one, whose reactions were so honest and powerful and beautiful. When she came again, sobbing his name, he felt proud and humbled at the same time.

He straightened up, watching her carefully as she reclined back on her elbows, trembling. When she opened her eyes to look at him, her expression made him smile. She bit her bottom lip, her gaze moving downward where his cock, condom still on, was standing stiff against his belly. She met his eyes once more, a small smirk appearing on her lips, then she shoved herself up and moved past him. He turned to watch as she kneeled down on the blankets, her back to him, then dropped her front end down so she was on all fours. She looked at him over her shoulder and wiggled her ass.

“Fuck!” he hissed as he turned and moved toward her, dropping down on his knees once more, this time behind her. He took himself in hand and slid into her weeping pussy. She gave a high-pitched moan as he sank in, balls deep. “You okay?” he huffed, knowing she must be super sensitive.

“Oh, yessssss,” she sighed.

He started thrusting, trying to go slow, but not succeeding. The way she moved underneath him. The sounds she was making. The way she smelled. The feel of her tight, wet cunt gripping him. He couldn’t hold on to his control any longer. He started plunging into her, over and over and over. She responded by lowering her upper body to the floor and saying “Yes! Oh, my God, yes! Please! Harder! Oh, fuck me hard! Poe!”

He felt her body spasm right before his own body convulsed, and he threw his head back, shouting out as he emptied himself. “Oh, God! Rey!”

When he could focus again, he pulled out of her and carefully removed the condom, tying it off and tossing it into the fire. He reached for Rey, wrapping his arms around her waist as she giggled, watching the condom melt in the flames. He sat back on his heels and pulled her up so she was sitting on his thighs. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and she sighed heavily, then shuddered, and he realized her giggles had turned into sobs.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said pushing her away and encouraging her to turn and face him. He sat so his back was against the couch and straightened his legs, then pulled her into him again. She straddled him and let herself fall against him, once more laying her head on his shoulder as he held onto her tight. “You okay?” he asked softly into her hair. “I didn’t hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “Far from it. I just…” she paused. “It’s never been like that before. I used to hear people talk about how great sex was, and it never was for me, but that… I don’t even have words for how amazing that was.”

“It was pretty fucking incredible,” he agreed. “I haven’t even been interested in sex in years. Too busy in my own stupid brain. But you… you made me feel again, Rey. It’s never been that good for me.”

She sat up and looked at him. “So, you’re not going to go back to ignoring me?” She had a smile on her face, but her eyes were serious. She was really worried this was a one-time thing.

“Impossible,” he whispered, reaching up to stroke her face. “How it happened this fast, I don’t know, but I want you in my life forever, Rey.” He swallowed. “Is that scary?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it is scary. But it’s right.” She leaned forward to kiss him, then nuzzled his nose with hers. “It’s perfect. I love you, Poe. And I want to keep making you feel. I want to help you heal. I want to grow old with you.”

He snorted. “I’ll be getting there sooner than you, I’m afraid,” he joked. “But I would be honored to share my life with you, Rey Skywalker. I love you, too.”

Suddenly, BB, who was curled up with both Thomas and Deo on the recliner, his new favorite spot, whined. Poe and Rey both looked at him, noticing that the dog was looking out the side window.

“Hey, it’s snowing again,” Rey said.

Poe looked at her and smiled. “Let it snow.”

THE END

[ateez-himari]

Hi bb!!! Long time no see I missed you smm😔I hope you're doing good and resting well💗💗I had some annoying questions (as usual)

-I was watching some old bts mvs and I had a question which is, did pre-debut hima ever make a cameo in any bts mv before?

-this might sound weird but is there a specific meal or dessert or anything food related that is special to mingri? Like for example there's a lot of dishes that I connect with certain people either because we had a great memory while eating it together, or because they just remind me of it

-who are hima's closest idol friends and is there a specific idol that she opened up about her past to before she did that publicly

-has mimi and mingi released a song before dating that had some unsaid feelings? As they are both songwriters and alot of songwriters use songwriting as a way to portray unsaid emotions or feels towards a specific person

-last one I promise, is there any specific routine that the members started doing because of hima like it could be anything that she used to do alone that slowly became something they all started doing

I love you so much bb please eat and rest well mwahh💗💗🙏

OMGGG MINA HI!! I missed you too 🥹I'm doing okay don't worry, a little busy and you know uni stress, but I'm managing well! I love your "annoying" questions don't worry 😘

• Yoongi wanted to protect his sister from the media until her debut but the other members really wanted to involve her in a project, so he caved in and allowed her to appear briefly in the 'Run' music video. In an individual scene they can be seen at a small street shop, the girl almost 14 at the time, was pointing at a certain food very insistently and Yoongi eventually bought it for her with a falsely exasperated expression before ruffling her hair as they walked away. As per the rapper's very strict requests the scene was filmed in such a way that her face was not fully visible, only ever showing either her eyes, the back of her body, the lower half of her face, but never her entirely

The credit scenes also showed brief footage of them play fighting on set before he let her throw him onto the couch, grabbing her as she tried to run away in order to tickle her. Since news of their sibling relationship was not announced until 2019, people had many speculations about who this girl was but due to her visibly young age they simply wrote her off as a child actress that had grown close to the members

• When Mingi was feeling down she would bake him small tiramisu portions and sit in silence with him as he ate, often resting on his shoulder as reassurance, so in turns he attempted to make it as well. Unfortunately it did not turn out very edible and he was forced to sheepishly ask her for help, leading to the two bonding over it during one of the darkest days of their lives. Ever since then it's become a little habit to make this sweet treat for each other whenever they feel like the other needs comfort

• Hima, our little social butterfly, knows many people in the industry but is closest with; Jihyo and Momo (though she's close with TWICE as a whole), Jungkook, S.Coups, DIno (they have a secret maknae gc), Hyunjin and Bangchan. (She's also recently made friends with Kiss of Life's Julie, XG's Jurin and Chisa, and they're besties idc) The first ones to know about her past were obviously BTS, then ATEEZ and Taemin just so happened to guess from her behavior that something along those lines happened, leading to her opening up to him. Due to the very close sister-like bond, Jihyo also learned about it in detail prior to it becoming public knowledge. The only people who really know exactly what happened between her and Yoongi however are J-Hope and V (who overheard the conversation)

• Mingi wrote 'The Letter' using his longing for her - disguising it as nothing more than inspiration from some story he heard - and ironically enough Himari's song was also approved to be in an official album last minute under the name 'All About You'. The rest of these songs are still deep in their hard drives somewhere as neither wanted to have these feelings in the public eye due to this being a sensitive and painful topic

• It's usually Hima that picks things up from the members but one specific thing they began doing subconsciously is her little zoning out habit; whenever she zones out she tends to stick her tongue out a bit and they - mainly Wooyoung and Yeosang - started copying this. When she yawns she usually stretches her arms out in front of her and makes cat paw-like gestures to loosen her fingers and San actually picked up on this - our nyang-teez. While it's not much of a routine, she'll build stone towers to pray for the members' health habitually and seeing that it was very special to her they began doing it too

I love you too my sweet! Take very good care of yourself okay ? Mwahh 🥰🩷

[writingandsins]

Hi bb! Absolutely love your work and everything in between! Especially headcanons. But hear me out. If possible.

For the characters of CoD. You can do as many as you wish. From TF141 or KorTac. How would they each react if the FemOC is a mafia daughter after they had joined them and been with them for so long. A mystery that no one knew about until now.

Sorry. I’m delulu. If possible. If you can’t. It’s okay. Stay rested and hydrated.

Wow thank you! I had never expected something like this but as a story teller, I would love to give my own insight.

(Disclaimer: The kind of FemOC’s I make are on the softer side but I love women in general. And again this is a personal opinion. Take what you like and leave the rest.)

The one thing about any military is that the higher ups would know about her background. However, with certain ranks and possible negotiations. She can trade information for protection and secrecy. She would have to come up with her own background, lined with some truths, in order to keep her identity a secret. She would be watched CLOSELY and probably punished more severely than normal because of her background. She is a liable asset in the eyes of the military. But, a valued one. Her information is worth more than gold in this case. Especially if her family has ties to Makarov or other terrorist organizations.

Price: Would probably know her background because of his rank as a Captain and has access to information as the leader of the 141. However, he is not the type to be spilling any secrets or information. Your FemOC would have to show a considerable amount of action to prove her trustworthiness. If she was not picked by Price himself and was put in by Laswell, (which I am assuming she is.) Then she is gonna have to prove her worth constantly. Which is exhausting. Since he probably already knows her background, he wouldn’t be surprised. Canon wise, Price would not pursue a romantic or platonic relationship. It would be too risky and he is a career man. If it was romantic/platonic, she at least wouldn’t have to hide that part herself from him. And Price would have a stronger sense to protect her as well.

Soap: I think he would have a little bit of a surprised reaction but would go immediately into interrogation. He would want to know who she was, who her mafia family is, how are they cleared to be apart of the 141, etc. if they had a friendly relationship prior to the reveal, he would start to keep her at arms length. If it was romantic, it would be a sense of betrayal and hurt. But, on the flip side, I think with some honest communication he would come around to the truth and accept it.

Ghost: Unfortunately this man doesn’t trust easily. But he is loyal to the team and the mission. He will make sure your FemOC is looked after. However, he has a bit of a history of secrets himself and would not judge her too harshly for hiding her past. However, that being said, if they were friends. I think he would have the clarity to respect her reasons for keeping it private, but would go right back to keeping her at arms lengths. Despite her consistent actions, he would start to wonder why her motives were to join the team and if she had any other sinister motives. And more sadly, I fear it would be the same but amplified if it was a romantic relationship. It takes a lot for him to trust and open up in an intimate relationship, her keeping secrets would close him right back up. And your FemOC would be back at square one. (If you like angst, then this would be a great hurtle for her to go over!)

Gaz: Not surprisingly, I think Gaz would be the most open to her backstory. He is younger and maybe a little more optimistic, he would give her the benefit of the doubt and would want to know more about her Mafia family. In a romantic relationship, I feel that he would feel the sting of her lying but would understand that she had no choice or it was for her own safety. She is a good member of the team and values your FemOC’s input.

Konig: Being that he is Col. and probably one of the leaders of KorTec, he is probably in the same position as Captain Price. However, being that they are members of a private military mercenary group, I think he would be more open to talking about her history openly. In this environment, she is probably not the only one with devastating secrets. There would be great comfort in the fact that she doesn’t have to hide from him in their platonic or romantic relationship and there is a greater sense of acceptance.

I hope this helps! Thank you for asking such a good question. ❤️

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

Hello! Spreading more asks around for the first kiss prompt!

I'd love to see the prompt - "don't you dare tell anyone about this." "wasn't planning on it." With Crosshair, but the second part being said by the reader possibly with a wink? If that's too specific just the prompt going either way. (The inner Crosshair simp must be fed!)

Love and Wrecker Hugs! ❤️🖤

ahhh!! this was the perfect prompt for Cross and I had a lot of fun writing it! thank you bb!! I fully intended to wait to answer all of these all at once but I'm too excited so, I present:

First Kiss - Crosshair

Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin, folks. Prompt in bold.

Warnings: some angst (because it's Crosshair), a little bit of a toxic relationship but it's fine, mention of my OC Captain Flare, medic!reader, gn!reader, fluff, confessions

Word Count: 1.4k woops

TBB divider by the wonderful @wizardofrozz, other divider by @dystopicjumpsuit

You’ve worked with Clone Force 99 now for nearly a full year, and while you could technically be reassigned at any moment, both Cody and your supervisor, a bitter old bat, assured you that the Republic had bigger fish to fry than the logistics of shuffling one nat-born medic every few campaigns. And so you’ve stayed with the outcasts. They’ve become something akin to family, at least to you. You know most of them feel the same—Wrecker never fails to express his brotherly affection for you, Tech continues to adjust the ship’s thermostat to a temperature that is best suited to you when you’re feeling off, and Hunter’s silent nod and smile tell you all you need to know. 

Crosshair, though, is a tough nut to crack. 

At first, you swore he hated you. Despite the rest of the squad’s assurances that he’d come around, you’d been skeptical. It wasn’t until several months into your assignment, on a mission you really shouldn’t have been on as the team’s medic, when you saved Crosshair from commando droids that something changed. He still snarked you, still flicked his used toothpicks at your face to bother you. But he slowly began to open up to you. He included you in inside jokes, actually listened to your medical advice, and even let you hold his Firepuncher once.

So despite the hospitality and friendliness of the rest of the squad, it’s Crosshair that your heart has chosen to love. You know he cares about you. You just don’t know to what extent. 

Because even though he still maintains an impenetrable wall around himself, he looks after you. On missions and otherwise. When you go out on shore leave as a squad, he glowers at anyone who dares even look in your direction. 

And that’s exactly the situation you find yourself in tonight. Planetside, on Triple Zero, you’d convinced the others to have a night out with you before you shipped back to the warzone in a few days. The missions have been nearly incessant, and you’re all starting to feel the strain. 

Leaning back against the sticky bartop, you survey the crowded dance floor. Hunter, Tech, and Wrecker lounge in one of the coveted corner booths, looking more relaxed than you’ve seen them in a long time, dressed in civvies and nursing the cheap booze served by the 79s management. A smile lifts your lips. They deserve this, just one night off, to remind them what the war is for.

But you came here wanting more than to drink weak, watery beer. Taking a swill, you glance sidelong at Crosshair perched on a barstool next to you. 

He hasn’t left your side since you walked in. Normally, his presence is comforting, especially in unfamiliar settings, on unfamiliar planets, around unfamiliar people. But 79s hosts none of those things. In fact, the way he’s ordained himself your personal shadow is beginning to grate. You know he’s scaring off any of the regs who might otherwise ask you to dance, or offer a drink, or even just a friendly hello. You know he’s hovering to protect you. 

You just don’t understand why.

Sighing, you take another swill of your drink. “Kark, what’s a person gotta do to get a dance around here?” 

Crosshair doesn’t answer, just shifts his toothpick to the other side of his mouth. 

You huff. “Cross, c’mon. I don’t need a babysitter. Go drink with the others. I’ll be fine.” 

“S’not you I’m worried about,” he mutters. “S’them.” He jerks his chin toward the dance floor, gesturing broadly to the gathering of regs. 

“I can handle them,” you say, an edge of ice to your voice. Frustration at his inability to actually say what he means boils below your skin. 

Crosshair, predictably, ignores the bite of your words. “Didn’t say you couldn’t.” 

“Great,” you say, pushing away from the bar, “glad we’re in agreement.” 

Shoving your half-empty bottle into his hands. He looks down at it with a bewildered expression, then up at you, his eyes narrowed into slits. You give him a sarcastic, two-finger salute before dipping into the crowd. 

You find a clone—Flare, you think he says his name is—who is more than willing to dance. His grasp on your body is unfamiliar but respectful. The pair of you sway and grind through several songs (you’re certainly not keeping track, too focused on trying to avoid the impulse to see if Crosshair is watching). When Flare whispers into your ear, his lips brushing your skin, your eyes slide shut, desperately wishing he were someone else.

A moment later, Flare yelps and his arms are ripped from around you. Eyes shooting open, you whip around to find Crosshair, every line of his body radiating anger, his fists clenched at his sides. Kriff. 

“Sorry,” you call to Flare as you grab Crosshair’s bicep and haul him through the crowd to the front door. “What the fuck are you doing!?” 

Scoffing, Cross yanks his arm free, though follows hot on your heels as you emerge into the cool night air. “Could ask you the same thing.” 

“I was dancing,” you say.

This is going to be an argument, you just know it, and you don’t want to subject all these strangers to the impending shitstorm. So you keep walking, leading Crosshair around the corner where it’s quieter. 

“Bantha-shit,” he hisses. His firm grip on your shoulder spins you around. “His hands were all over you.” 

“He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want,” you say, glaring at him. “Maker, what is your issue? I can’t even have a fun night out without you stepping all over my plans, can I?” 

“No,” he spits. “Not if it means—” He cuts himself off and looks away, jaw clenching and unclenching. His chest heaves with emotion, two high spots of color on his cheeks. 

Something in you softens, anger cooling into confusion. “Not if it means what, Cross?” 

Nostrils flaring with every inhale, he shakes his head minutely, eyes pressing shut. 

You hesitate, but after a moment, you sigh. Reaching up, you gently cup his face to draw him back to you. His eyes flutter open to meet your own. This is the closest you’ve been to him, you realize, in your entire time with the squad. Besides his medical exams, this is the most you’ve touched him, too. The realization sets your heart pounding. 

“Don’t shut me out,” you say. “Please.” 

He studies you for a moment. Across his face flits several emotions, none of them identifiable, and you begin to grow worried that all the progress you’ve made with him is about to be tossed over the ledge of this Coruscanti sidewalk. 

A worry that is dashed as soon as he surges forward and kisses you, one hand cupping the back of your neck to steady you. A sound of surprise squeaks out of you. Then you’re melting against him. Tilting your head, you deepen the kiss, one hand settled over his heart. It beats hard and fast under your palm, nearly in tempo with your own racing pulse. His lips are chapped and rough against yours, but you don’t care, because it’s him, and this is all you’ve needed these past few months. 

When he pulls away, he doesn’t go far. His forehead pressed against yours, his eyes remain screwed shut. He releases a shaky exhale. 

“Cross, I—” 

He kisses you again. “Don’t. Don’t apologize.” 

“How did you—”

“Because I know you,” he says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Warmth blooms deep in your chest, right where you’ve made space for him in your heart. “Y-Yeah. Alright. But—”

“No,” he grumbles. “You need to know that I- I’m sorry. For being a di’kut. I should have made a move sooner.” 

A soft chuckle spills from you. “Yeah, you should’ve.” 

At last, his warm, amber eyes flutter open to meet yours. Your breaths mingle in the small space between your faces, and the intensity of affection in his gaze nearly makes your knees collapse. Smiling up at him, you catch the barest hint of a smile in return. For a moment, it’s just you and Crosshair in one another’s embrace, the sounds and smells of the side alley of 79s fading away. 

The moment is shattered when he speaks again. “Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” 

Laughing in earnest, you can’t help but shake your head. The others are going to find out about this new development sooner or later, but as you meet his gaze again, you realize he doesn’t mean the kiss. Sobering, you nod. “Wasn’t planning on it.”

You can’t resist winking, though. He rolls his eyes and grumbles, but tucks you against his side all the same to lead you back to the barracks.

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[noroi1000]

Nyan XV - Not now. Just love me, f*cking fluffy heads.

Nyan Chapters List

Summary: Time for Truth

Satoru: "Bb" "Come back" "It's getting late" "Come home with us"

Suguru: "Honey" "Please come back inside" "Something will happen to you if you drive this far alone."

Satoru: "What you saw is not what you think!" "She only thinks about money!" "We only love you!"

Suguru: "That woman from earlier is our senpai" "We've been working with her since we were in school." "We only love you" "I know what it could look like" "But we wouldn't invite you here just to find out we're cheating on you. We've never cheated on you!"

Satoru: "Bb! I'm not unfaithful!"

Suguru: "Please read our messages and reply to us!" "We're worried about you!"

Satoru: "Bb! Don't ignore us! Please just listen to us!" "She's nothing to us!" "The only thing attractive about us to her is that we have money."

"So I'm with you for money too? Just kidding..." You whispered, wiping your nose with a tissue. "You don't need me. If you have so much money, you must have better houses than mine. Yuki was right... You guys are so damn weird and unpredictable..."

You knew that when you came down from this mountain, you would reach a bus stop nearby. That's why you wanted to go there to get home. Because you don't want to spend much time in this place.

You were supposed to get an explanation here. They were supposed to tell you the whole truth.

And you received the truth.

They didn't tell you everything about them because they didn't want you to know about their affairs...

You understand everything.

Everyone has the possibility of being betrayed. But everyone's situations are different. Some people love each other so much that they don't look for someone else.

Others are bored and will look for something more than one person.

You bored them. They are special and you are normal and boring. You don't have an interesting job. No matter what you may be doing, you look normal. That was always enough for you. But now you think you're worse...

You had handsome boyfriends... But Yuki once told you that when your relationship isn't what you want, he will wait for you...

„I don't want this for you (y/n), but if you ever feel bad for these guys, I'm here for you. I understand that your relationship is special. But if you ever get tired of such weirdness, I'm here for you and I'll wait. You'll feel normal with me, remember? There is nothing interesting about being unique! Just other people's glances at you. Isn't it better to have a peaceful and normal life with happiness? If they no longer want normality and you no longer want uniqueness, come to me. I'll help you feel better!"

Even though you once felt that these words were hiding some meaning and weren't so sweet, now you think that everything he said was true.

You're fed up with this uniqueness. You are a gray human between white and black.

Black and white contrasts. While gray may not be visible as much.

Even though gray goes well with black and white, gray looks best next to gray.

You want to listen to them so much and hear from them everything they wrote. You want a lie detector. Because anyone who betrayed someone could say the same to protect themselves from punishment...

You want to come home so much and hear the whole truth from them.

You want to know everything down to the smallest detail. Whether you believe them quickly depends on what they say...

You: "You have to tell me everything at home" "The Whole Truth"

Satoru: "Let's go now! Bb thank you!!!"

You were sitting in a dark room on your bed. The windows were covered even though it wasn't even evening. You came back from work early to go there later. Now you're back home but the sun is still in the sky. Even though it's getting lower and lower.

You waited for them to come home.

But you didn't hear any sound of the door opening.

Just when you were starting to think that they were avoiding you and decided not to show up, you felt something rub against your legs.

You saw white and black fur as two cats cuddled up to you.

Normally you would reach into their fur and pet them. However, not this time. Even if their fur is temptingly soft.

"Don't play around... Just say what you need to say." You said, moving your legs away from them while sitting cross-legged.

Thanks to their cat eyes, they saw how red your eyes were.

They sat in front of you as cats and suddenly black and white smoke appeared, showing that they were changing.

You looked at your purple and blue collared hands. Have you ever bought this small thing?. But they probably replaced it with the same one but bigger without asking. Because it fit around their human necks.

You saw two tails lying on the sheets.

You looked at their faces and the ears on their heads.

"Do you think it will distract me from what you did?" You asked calmly.

"No. We don't think so. We know you might have understood it differently since you didn't see what was there before..." Suguru said, looking at your hands sadly.

Satoru looked at the blue collar in your hand and reached out for it.

You let him take it.

"I don't think I need it anymore. It's yours, so do with it what you want..." you said, handing the purple collar to the dark-haired man.

The white-haired man put it around his neck. The second one did the same.

"What are you doing?"

"If we're going to tell you the whole truth right now, we need to show you that no matter what you think, we are your cats. Your boys. Only yours. We are yours."

"You–."

"So hear us out as yours." Suguru cut you off by placing your hand on his chest.

"We are teachers at the school you were at. The woman you saw is our senpai from our school days. Mei Mei. She's not a teacher, but when she heard that we were going to bring our girl there, she got curious and since she was nearby, she just came. She drank the wine we bought for dinner." Satoru said in a serious voice.

"We are Jujutsu sorcerers." Geto added.

"Have you drink?"

"I hate alcohol." Gojo laughed. "We are sorcerers. We studied at the Jujutsu school you saw. Now we teach young sorcerers there. There are so few of us, that's why people haven't heard of us."

"And what? Do you make magical infusions of herbs and sell them to older people who believe in their power?"

"Don't make fun of us..." his white ears fell back for a moment but then rose again.. "Jujutsu sorcerers have been around forever. But we don't make magical herbal infusions... We fight curses... Creatures born from people's negative emotions. Invisible to normal people, most visible to us."

"You can't see anything. Yet it surrounds the whole world. It's everywhere. Without sorcerers, people would die excessively. Death after death. Even though I don't like saving people, I do it." The dark haired man said. "I am a user of Cursed Spirit Manipulation. Satoru is a user of techniques called Limitless and Six Eyes. That's why you saw him floating in the air..."

"I can also teleport."

"Yes... He can do it. I can show you that curses are real. I know you don't believe. But here's the proof."

You saw him raise his hand and snap his fingers. A thin dragon flew out of the black hole above him and began to slowly fly around your body until it suddenly wrapped itself around the dark-haired man's hand.

You've never seen a snake with bird wings and lizard legs...

"This is an example of a curse. There are smaller ones, the same ones, or bigger ones. Gigantic."

"I'm dreaming, aren't I...?"

"No. This isn't a dream, honey. This is reality." The white-haired man's fingers came together and he pointed upwards with both of them. Suddenly you started floating in the air and you were pulled onto his lap. "When people are unaware of the danger around them, they are calm. When they become aware of the curses, it makes it difficult to work there because panic sets in. We will protect you from this, understand? We will always be with you."

When you started to truly believe them because you loved them so much, you remembered one more thing.

You haven't learned the Truth about one thing.

"Why are you cats?"

"It's a long story... We fed a cat that turned out to be a good spirit and in return we were given the opportunity to turn into cats!

"You once said that you could choose what you would be, but you prefer a cat than, for example, a dog... So you can choose him."

"I joked! Honey, you know I like to joke!" Suddenly his goofy smile disappeared. "But seriously, we love you so much that we could never lie to you..."

"We would do anything for you." Suguru's hand was placed on your back.

Tears came to your eyes and you hugged Satoru.

You felt his soft tail against your leg. You hugged him tighter as your tears began to soak into his shirt.

Your back was pressed against Suguru's chest as he hugged you from behind.

"I love you...!" you moaned, pressing into their warmth.

"We know. We love you too."

You just want them to love you. These fucking fluffy heads... You want to love them and be loved!