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Freshness. // Alex Turner X Reader. Smut! (Part 1 of 2)

prompt: you are in your first years of college and you are interning in something related to the band while they're in a small tour. you get alex's attention in the process and things develop into much more than just leering exchanges. (it's all smut).

warnings: age gap, daddy kink, soft dom alex, dirty talk, dry humping, praise kink, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female), is alex silencing you by tying his scarf in your mouth a kink? (there's probs more and i just don't know the name to here, sorry guys, but yeah, it's smut.)

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He had a good taste, you couldn't explain it, just as you hadn't kissed enough people to compare. But it was as if you had never spent hours watching him smoke from a distance, he had the purest dose of freshness, that was all, it seemed like mint or spearmint but it could also just be your imagination, you couldn't tell. Alex held you tightly but gently, his hand on your waist and the other lightly pulling the hair at the nape of your neck. You couldn't say at what point of the party you stopped to stuck to him, you were new there, and almost never spoke or were actually close to him, but one thing led to another and you didn't hesitate to nuzzle up to his touch.

Although it was the first time you could appreciate him up close, such as the tone and softness of his hair, as well as feeling him with your touch, it already looked familiar. You felt the stubble on his face with your fingers, confirming that he could let it grow all the way if he wanted to, thick and without any patches, something that boys your age wouldn't be able to achieve. You sighed against his lips, making him let you breathe as he went for your neck. Your legs were wrapped around him and it was better than you had imagined. It was better than last night when you were stuck in your hotel room with your head full of him, clung to when you were listening to him pass the soundcheck at dusk with his black Hayban and light tank top while singing with his mouth near the microphone in his husky voice, and all you had was yourself, and your fingers would soon tire and leave you empty-handed as you tried not to get frustrated even more over the thought of him. That made you grip his arms tighter by the white collar t-shirt, and as you pressed yourself more against him, rubbing into his fabrics, you could feel that he was just as excited about it as you were.

It was all happening so fast, and you couldn't help but savor every moment of it. The way he held you close, the way his lips felt against your skin, it was all too good to be true. You never thought you would be in this position, wrapped in the arms of someone you were so obsessed with, feeling his body against yours. You tried to take it all in, to remember every detail, every sensation, so that you could replay it in your mind over and over again. You didn't want to forget any of it, even if it was just a fleeting moment in time. As you looked up at him, his eyes met yours, and you knew that this was something you wouldn't be able to let go of your mind that easily, something that you would never forget.

“Do you like to observe, that’s your thing, pretty one?" His voice made you freeze for a moment, and he chuckled sweetly, making you want to cling to him even more. You knew he was referring to the times you kept yourself around, without much need, just to have your eyes on him. It had been two weeks since you had been there, and it seemed like much more than that. And as much as you tried to pretend and make yourself believe otherwise, you knew that Alex noticed you there, either by the way he held your gaze while you looked at him or by asking you small favors that were not your job, like removing the guitar from a place to hand it to him or something that would make you stay close enough to feel his breath and the sleeve of his shirt brushing against your body for seconds and to have him whisper a "thank you, darlin'" near you while your breath catches. He was respectful, if you didn't give him an opening you knew he wouldn't do anything, but it still felt wrong and strangely you liked it. "Do you find me beautiful?" Your voice faltered and he held you more firmly, then making you realize that you were moist while your thighs still held him.

He whispered in agreement, kissing you again with the same calm urgency as if he also wanted to memorize it.

You hadn't been drinking, the party had just begun, so you weren't drunk. The house was private and you couldn't even tell which city of the tour it was, you barely knew the band's team and the people in general didn't know you in that environment, just like you didn't know anyone from the party, you weren't exactly invited but as you were part of the them you decided to go and managed to get in. Alex didn't know almost anyone there either, however, it was obvious that people knew him, but even so, that night, seeing you alone in your white lace dress and a friendly smile failing to fit in, he could only think of how to change that. It didn't take long for your gazes to meet, this time he nodded with a shy half smile and you responded radiantly, albeit solemnly, making colors be present in his face, at some point in that you found yourself following him somewhere. And then you were on the balcony, standing in front of each other without exchanging words, but the silence was certainly louder. You touched his chest, then his waist because it felt right, being closer to him felt like it was meant to be like that, and you were happy just with that. When he asked if you minded him kissing you, you didn't deny it and minutes later the dark glass balcony, capable of blocking the view of others, was closed before you two got lost in each other.

Your heart was beating faster with each passing second, and you couldn't describe that feeling. It was somewhat overwhelming, and you couldn't contain your anxiety, so you blurted out, "Am I pretty because I'm younger?" The intensity of your question made you stuck to him even tighter, and your face fell onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath. His hands tightened around your waist, your dress slightly lifted up, making things easier. He was confident, not trembling like you, but you could feel his heart racing, maybe he just knew how to hide it better. "You're pretty because you are pretty," he replied. He wasn't stupid, and he was also concerned, but he was being honest with you.

He held you tightly against his body, his large hands, bigger than yours, caressing your back while still allowing you to move your hips against his. He was sore but it felt good. Alex knew what was about to happen, but when your fingers gripped him tighter and your moans grew a bit louder, and you refused to look at him, he realized that you were acting on impulse and weren't expecting it. He pressed his lips to yours, which were swollen, and pushed the hair from your forehead. "It's okay, lil' one. You did great." Only then he really looked at you, like fully, and he could see the fear in your eyes and your obvious embarrassment. He realized that this wasn't familiar to you and that you had acted for the moment only. Although he still found it hot, he felt guilty for not recognizing the difference once again. And then he found himself asking the obvious, which maybe he should have paid attention to earlier, had you ever been involved with anyone before? How far did you want to go with him? Was it right to want you?

“I’m sorry, Alex,” You tried to stand up, but he got you as your body betrayed you. Alex comforted you, holding your face and kissing your cheeks lightly while saying, "There's nothing to apologize for, okay, babe?" You nodded, still not looking at him, just snuggling into his chest. You had made a mess on his dark pants. Your breathing was crazy. "Do you know what happened? Have you done this before?" His tone was affectionate, and you appreciated that. "I'm not a virgin, but I've never reached that point before. I didn't know it was even possible, y'know, like that." You referred to a few minutes ago. Your sentences were quick and your nervousness clear.

Hearing that you had never got there aroused so many curiosities in him, but he didn't want to be even more invasive in the face of your vulnerability. Alex was surprised by your sincerity and felt like an idiot for not asking and making it a better situation for you. However, he couldn't have known.

"Not even alone?" He took a chance and observed you closely. You appeared more relaxed and at ease now. Your eyes were shut, and your nose was buried deep into his neck, while your fingers fiddled with the chain of his necklace. In that moment, he wanted the fleeting notion that you were meant to be with him to become a reality.

“No, Al.” The nickname sounded so sweet coming off your lips that he found himself smiling down at your fragile body nestled against him. He was focusing hard not to stare and overcome the urge to touch your excited breasts and nipples, marking the delicate fabric. You were still weak, a little shaky, and Alex knew you were trying to look strong.

"We could take care of that later, if you want me to, of course." He suggested, his own hands sweaty as you hug him tight in response. Him wanting to see you again made your body want more of him, not that you actually felt that way in terms of conditions. "For now you can relax, it's your first, baby girl. It's meant to be tiring."

You let your eyes rest, trying to push away the thought that soon he would have to leave you there because he needed to be out partying with his people. Little did you know that he'd have you stuck in his mind all night.

….

The next day at work, you felt a sense of relief. Despite nothing changing, the tension between you and Alex had dissipated now that you both acknowledged your mutual feelings. It was comfortable having him around, and everything seemed to be the same as before. During the day, you watched the sound check from afar, and Alex looked adorable with his dark circles and the same tank top you had already taken a liking to. His muscular arms were well-defined in the shirt, and you found yourself biting your lip every time he raised his arms, giving you a glimpse of his lower belly. He would occasionally laugh, not looking at you, but it was a satisfied smile as if he knew the effect he had on you.

After they finished, you went to retrieve the instruments, and you felt his fingers lightly graze your waist. He had given you his room number and the time he was available that night, along with a cute verse expressing his desire to kiss you again. Despite being older than you, he acted like a love-struck fool who had won over the girl he had his eye on for days.

You stood in front of Alex's door for a few minutes, feeling a mixture of anxiety and fear about what was to come. He was your boss, after all. But the heat and yearning inside you made you excited for what was about to happen. Finally, you knocked on the door and he opened it, pulling you into his arms and kissing your forehead. "Did you miss me, little one?" he whispered. You nodded, feeling nervous but comforted by his embrace.

"I was scared you wouldn't come," Alex admitted. "I've been thinkin’ ‘bout you too much to get over the idea of you not showing up." You laughed, knowing you couldn't be that sincere with him, no matter how flirtatious his tone was. It made your stomach and insides rejoice, and you felt great.

"I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you since yesterday too," you confessed. As you spoke, he guided you to the sofa and his legs intertwined with yours. His thumb roamed over your skin as he listened to you. It seemed like he wanted to hear you out, as if this wasn't just about sex. As much as you wanted that to be true, you couldn't deny being afraid of the outcome.

The silence settled over you, and you felt comfortable being around Alex. He took your hands in his, feeling how much more delicate yours were compared to his. You chuckled and brought your hand up to his cheek, tracing lines and rubbing your fingers over his growing beard. He closed his eyes tenderly, and when they opened, he kissed your palm. It all felt too right to be true.

"So, are you into sound engineering?" he asked quietly, taking note of your every expression.

"How do you know that?" you frowned, feeling good knowing that he had researched you for his pure interest. "Where did you see this?" you asked curiously, a little worried above all else. If anyone on the team found out, it would be the end of you.

And then Alex read you like a book, "I saw your file. I don't have direct access, but I can be aware of the people around me, babe. No one can decide that you don't stay here if I choose not to let you go. You don't have to worry about it. I just needed to check your age, although it doesn't make me feel any less like a predator or a bit of a stranger animal next to you. I needed to know what I was doing."

You hovered, looking at him without many colors on the face, still in pure shock. He cared about you.

"You don't seem much older, Alex. You say it as if you were an old man, but in reality, you only look your age and you look great." You shrugged, trying to deceive yourself even though your fascination with him involved him appearing mature, which was clear to Alex, even though he understood your words.

You were wearing a long, albeit tight, T-shirt. Your breasts poked through the fabric in the same stunning way they had the night before, and this time Alex couldn't help but let his eyes roam over you for a few moments. And then once again, he was gripped by the thought that he had been the first to get you there without even touching you. Since last night, the only thought on his mind was the thousand ways he could devise to see your weak body on his chest again. This thought consumed him to the point where he was late for soundcheck in the morning. He had spent hours in the shower trying not to make too much noise while attempting to rid his mind of you.

"You can touch me if you want, Alex." You sounded sweet. Your eyes were calm and innocent. He had doubts whether or not you knew what you were doing, that could also be the urgency that comes with adolescence. He had found himself in that state before.

"Yesterday you asked me if I thought you were pretty for being young, and while that's not the reason, I can't deny being attracted to the fact that someone your age thinks of me that way." You nodded, feeling restless and hot. His calloused hand of the guitar strings climbs your thigh and hovers over the fabric of your tiny shorts. You spread your legs without thinking too much and he left his warm hand pressed there while you sighed, no longer being able to hold on.

"I'm old enough to be your dad." You laughed, as he expected. He wanted to prolong it further, wanted to be with you as long as possible.

"No, you don't. My father is older, believe me." He let out a nice smile and this time you couldn't resist and pulled him to you, so that he was on top and with his lips on you. He didn't hesitate and did as you wanted, even better than what you had in mind actually.

"You know, I'm also attracted to the fact that someone like you, at your age and in your hot shape, who can have whoever they want, is attracted to me." And that only made him warmer about the situation as his last line ran through your mind incessantly. You’d like him as your daddy. And that rented itself out in your mind as he pulled off your shorts and let his fingers feel how wet you already were for him.

Despite not wanting it to happen that way, the tension in the words that hung in the air, holding you together in connection, dissipated. The agonizing quest to know who would take the first step was undone, and everything now seemed driven by urgency and necessity, but in a fruitful way.

He took off his shirt, as well as getting rid of his clothes. In sudden movements, even if light. It was like a performance before your eyes. It still felt surreal. When his fingers caressed you again, even though you weren't as experienced as he was, you felt that you could have skipped that part, something that had never happened to you before, and gone firm in feeling him on your skin.

As his tongue dissolved in yours, you whimpered into his lips without even being aware of it. Alex just comforted you with more slow, lingering kisses, keeping you close to his body so you had something to cling to. It felt great and it was obvious to both of you that you could get there with just that, in the same way that Alex knew he turned you on so much that he was able to do that with your body without even touching you.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his dark hair falling over your face. As soon as he held your waist, you longed to feel him inside of you again. Your eyes watered in anticipation and he kissed your face, drying your tears. You grabbed his shoulders, holding him close and whispered, "Alex, please be gentle."

He let his hands run over your belly, and then your middle, pressing his fingers into your skin in a way to bring your thoughts to just his touch and nothing else. Alex hated to think that someone had made you feel that way someday, that someone had taken that chance and wasted it. "Just tell me if something is wrong or you want me to stop, okay babygirl? I’m for you only." He kissed your shoulder going to the curve under your breast as he marked the spot as his, your sighs let him know you were more sure about it.

You nodded, with him looking at you and then you understood that he wanted a verbal response. "Yes, daddy, I heard you." You said low, slurred and sly. His face on you was priceless. Knowing that was your effect on him made you even wetter.

The length and weight of him on you was comfortable, it was like you were filled to the brim. His hips felt made for you and although you couldn't keep your eyes open, you could tell that feeling would stay with you, in memory and physically, for a good few days. His lips still marked you where they could and as soon as the right spot on your neck was reached, you didn't have any more coherent thoughts left, it was like everything was a big void. You lost control of yourself, you knew Alex was mumbling things to you but you couldn't put the words together to make sense. And just like that, you felt your body gradually relax as there was drool at the corners of your mouth at all that. Alex held you tight and that was like an extra to what you were feeling. Soon, he was the one in the husky moans, so delicious to hear and watch, emptying himself into you as your hands tugged at your hair.

Silence settled between you, and neither of you could complete a sentence. It wasn't just because it was exhausting, but also because the intensity of the moment left no words to contemplate what had just happened. Both of you were lost in your thoughts, trying to process what had transpired. And you were happy about it.

After a few minutes, Alex pulled away from you, looking at you with a goofy smile on his face that made you respond to him the same way too. Your thighs were dripping and in a way that was good, as if having remnants of him in you made you his. He trailed wet, lazy kisses down your body, until he reached between your legs. Gripping your hips, you sighed heavily and held him there, feeling his tongue run over you, sucking every drop until it was clean. You were sensitive, and that was a little painful, but it was still something too good to be interrupted.

…

Your last memory was of him comforting you, holding you close to his chest and running his hands over your back and hair. He kept repeating how well you had been to him and hoped that you had been treated as you deserved. He also told you that you tasted addictive, which was stuck in your mind, but yet you were so tired that you ended up falling asleep while he was holding you. You didn't even remember how you ended up in his bed, but the memory of his touch and the comfort of his embrace stayed with you.

You opened your eyes slowly, it wasn't very clear, but the sun was already starting to rise. His scent was on the pillow and you found yourself smiling at that. You stretched slightly, trying to reach him with your hands and it scared you a little when you didn't find him.

"It's still too early, babygirl. You can rest more." He whispered. He had a book in his hands, he had his back against the headboard, with a book on his leg but the attention was all on you.

"I'm tired, but I can't sleep, daddy." You smiled slyly, the words falling sweetly from your lips. Alex knows what you wanted, he was watching you solemnly as you twisted and rubbed against the quilt.

He got rid of the book and then asked you to go to him. You looked confused, you were already beside him, but then he indicated that he wanted your back on his chest so you were tucked between his legs.

"When you feel this way and can't sleep, what do you usually do?" He wrapped his hands around your waist, hugging you from your ribcage. He was speaking into your ear, his face pressed against your neck and your head resting light on his shoulder. He was already doing you so good and he hadn't even touched you down there.

"I touch myself, but it's usually so frustrating." You sounded disappointed and he chuckled.

"Because you can't get off by yourself, right, pup?" You nodded, nuzzling into his warm. "Can you show me how you usually do it? Maybe I can help ya with that." His voice was hot and surely you were wet with that alone. You backed off a bit, you didn't think he would judge you, but still you thought about it. "You don't have to show me if you don't want to. You can just explain to me how you do it."

"It has no pattern, I don't know what works." Your eyes watered and he felt stiff. Poor thing, you didn't even know how to make yourself feel good. "Sometimes it seems like it will work, but my hand gets too tired." You were going to call him by your new favorite nickname but you felt too embarrassed to do so, and he understood.

"I'm sorry this happened to you, babygirl. Want to let me help you with that? I can try to make it work, you deserve it." He kissed your forehead, holding you tighter. You smiled quietly, spreading your legs like he was indicating with his hands. "You're so pretty and nice, you deserve it, don't you?" He wet his fingers in his mouth, bringing them up to between your legs.

"I really want it, daddy." You sighed, feeling his fingers slowly massage you. You were already properly lubricated, so he could walk his fingers around and get you all slick and comfortable.

"You like how I talk you through this, don't you?" You nodded, no longer able to utter many coherent words. "You can imagine that before you actually touch yourself, babygirl. You can spend a good time working it out in your mind before you do it, y'know, so you're well prepared, do you do that?"

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, he was stating the obvious and it was something you didn't do, always acting on the spur of the moment and getting frustrated with yourself. You were pathetic. "Not really," you said, not sure if he could hear or understand you.

He followed in slow movements, watching you squirm in his fingers, which made him pin your legs still with his own. And you still thought that alone would be nothing but frustration, because it wasn't the same without him there.

"Won't you dip your fingers, daddy?" He grunted a little as he noticed your eyes following his hand working on you.

"I won't, babygirl. Do you remember how it was the first time? You got it just by rubbing your pretty clit to my pants, maybe it's easier for you that way." And once again you felt small in his lap for knowing so little about yourself.

He then stopped abruptly, brow furrowed, so sexy and so delicious to watch while you were pure indignation. Why had he stopped?

"Sit on the bed, I 'ave a better idea."

And even restless, you trusted him. He took his pillow, the same one you had slept on, and crumpled it with his hands, laying it upright for you.

"Can you ride it for me, lil' one." He saw your face fill with confusion and doubt.

"Your pillow?"

"It's okay, babygirl. The fabric and the friction will do you good, it will be the same thing as that night. The important thing now is that if it works you can do it yourself, isn't that the point?" You wanted to say no, and that you'd rather have him. However, he could be right and you want to know how to do that for yourself.

He took your hand, guiding your hips until you were in contact with the fabric. You moaned at the feeling and then rubbed yourself deeper into the material. It felt good and right.

"Good girl, it's exactly like that, just do what your body is telling you."

You dove in deep, smearing his pillow. He had a light, encouraging smile over you that made you want to succeed and make it work for him.

"Move your hips, your legs will soon tire that way." He steered you a little more before your body landed on top of his. He dropped your hand and wrapped his arms around yourself, your forehead dropped to his shoulder as he whispered words for you to keep going as you were doing well. You didn't stop, you knew it was working. And with his lips on your neck and your legs weak, you felt the fabric beneath you getting wetter.

"It feels so good, daddy." You buried your nose in his chest, feeling weak.

"You were so hot, pup. You did so great. Look at the mess you made all by yourself." He murmured a pleasurable groan, squeezing you tighter. His attention was still completely yours, he kissed your forehead and head as your body made light movements to work its way through your orgasm. "I'm so proud of you, my babygirl."

And without much ado, he helped you to lie down on the bed, on top of the quilts, leaving the pillow aside. Something he knew he would make good use of later, your scent was impregnated there, just like you in his mind. Your body shriveled in weariness and you were still whimpering softly as he stroked your face.

"Why don't you lay down with me?"

"I need to do an interview in a few minutes," he made you understand why he was up so early. "But you can sleep 'ere. I'll be back later and we can rest together."

"I might be able to help, if you guide me to that too, y'know." You tried to get up to touch him, but he wouldn't let you. Your fatigue was clear.

"You're tired now, but we can think 'bout it later." He said, running a hand through your hair. You couldn't keep your eyes open, you were indeed exhausted.

"You promise me?"

"I do, babygirl." He kissed your forehead and before you fell asleep he heard you whisper in a small smile, "thank you daddy." That made him want to stay there.

He couldn't shake off what had happened minutes ago from his mind and knew that he might have to try and forget it in the car with his own hands, if it continued to bother him until he reached the interview location. He felt like a helpless teenager when it came to you.

…

Alex was smoking a cigarette before the show, and you were with him, just the two of you. It was a small, secluded area away from the stage and the people who were excited and working on everything else because they would be going on stage in minutes. You were talking about trivial and light things, and yet each of you was listening to the other with the same intensity. He even heard you complain about one of the sound engineers who graduated a long time ago who insisted on diminishing you at any cost.

It was breathtaking to watch Alex smoking, his fingers intertwined with the smoke, his lips contracting as he took a drag and then exhaled. He felt more interesting with your eyes on him. "Can I have a kiss, daddy?" You asked with raised eyebrows. He laughed, his cheeks turning red, but he loved it, the way it came out of your mouth and your provocative eyes.

And then he kissed you, pressing you against the wall with his arms around you. Since you knew you had little time, you both did not allow yourselves to be anything but urgent, and how that synchronized was addictive. And once again, his taste was not of smoke but of pure comfort and affection.

As soon as he pulled away, even though he persisted a few inches from you, he removed the green scarf from around his neck, with a slick, smug smile on his lips and said, "Gonna need to trust me, pup." Soon, he passed the cloth around your neck and before tying it in a knot, he asked you to open your mouth, which you did and then he passed the cloth over there, firmly trapping it in you, so that you would not emit even a sound. Alex had already memorized how loud you could get.

He settled against your body, sizing you up completely, and kissed your forehead. Your hands went to his shoulders, your face lost and innocent, not knowing what to expect but trusting him nonetheless. Alex would never know how to explain what you were being able to do to him.

"Hurting?" You nodded no, so he went ahead.

It was without ceremony, due to the short time, and it was still so good.

Your fingers went to his dark hair, making him decide that he would let you guide him if you wanted. As soon as he lifted your skirt and lowered your panties to your knee, he let out a sigh of satisfaction at the scent of you, as well as his mouth was watering at the thought of your taste, and then he contemplated you with his tongue. He couldn't hear you, which excited him even more but he could feel your muscles contracting as he devoured you.

"Be good to me, puppy. We have to be quick and I need you to behave." He slapped your thighs before forcing them open for him and then hold them with firm hands, surely you would be marked.

You muttered something, nodding in agreement even though you weren't in as much control of yourself as you'd hoped.

Alex held his gaze on you as you lost yourself in how he seemed to completely envelop you. The wet noises flooded the small room, as well as the satisfied sighs he let out. You clung to his locks, already feeling your lower belly tingle, and then he allowed you to rub against him, riding his tongue as he fucked you with it. You could feel your body shaking and his nose patting your needy clit as your hips moved over him, and then soon you were all over his face. And Alex grunting at it just made everything better.

He cleaned you up like a good man, keeping you warm while you went through it.

Once you seemed stable and too sensitive, he came back to you, dirty beard due to your juices and expression pleasant to watch. You couldn't get tired of thinking about how it was you who did that to him.

"What a needy, little girl. I'm afraid that's the fastest you've ever come, right?" He had a proud smile, totally smug. You couldn't speak and now it became clearer to you, even though you agreed with him. With the adrenaline wearing off, the scarf was starting to get painful.

At your face, he removed the fabric. There was a pressure mark on your cheek and as soon as he saw you massaging your jaw he found himself pensive.

"You have to let me know if something bothers you, I'm not tryin' to 'urt ya, babygirl."

You denied, with an open smile, you were happy with that.

"You didn't hurt me. I'm a big girl, daddy." The tip of his nose and cheeks turned red, he didn't know how to respond and you laughed harder, yet sweetly. He wanted to pack you up and take you with him, like everywhere.

"I need to go before, y'know." You nodded in agreement, not that you liked having to leave him like that, but you were looking forward to watching him onstage.

You wanted to ask him to keep the scarf but you knew you couldn't at the moment, so you just wiped his beard and the corner of his mouth with the soft green fabric while he looked at you fondly. Before he left, he kissed you, hard and calm, and reminded you to wait a few minutes to leave after he left. The show felt short, and seeing him there, happy, in a few stolen glances at you in a corner, reminded you that you couldn't hug him right after the end or pull him in for a kiss and tell him you liked what you watched. Your look was sad and he had noticed, you couldn't let yourself get to the rest because you felt like you would end up crying, so you left before the last song.

…

Alex's heart was tight in his chest as he saw the sadness in your eyes. He had pulled you with his eyes after the show to what would be his dressing room. He asked what was wrong, hoping you would open up to him. However, you remained quiet, staring out the window as if you didn't know what to say or just didn't want to say it. When the tears finally fell down your cheeks, you didn't dare move, just persisted still as if any movement would make you crumble.

Alex, who was standing by the door, then came to you, sitting beside your figure and wrapping his arms around you. "I want you to say that you will miss me, even if it's a lie." Your voice was hurtful to hear, and as he hugged you tighter, he understood. "Please say that you think of a future with me, that you imagine it sometimes, even though you know you won't make it." He held your face, still as close to you as possible, and kissed you, and for the first time, he knew that kisses could sometimes be painful. When he pulled away, your gaze seemed to bore a hole in his chest. He didn't know what to say, he had never been good with words and didn't want to hurt you even more, so he said what he could. "If I could choose not to ‘urt you, I would." And seeing more of your tears, he couldn't help but let his own flow too. Seeing you like this, and knowing it was his fault, hurt him more than you could ever imagine.

"I can't act like we don't have a deadline, Alex." He began to pepper kisses on your face, and it was suffocating. You had known enough about him to be able to say that he didn't know the right words to use with you, and that's why he deprived himself of them, but even so, you wanted them from him, you thought you deserved them. "I want you to lie to me and say that you'll stay with me." You hugged his waist tighter, burying your nose in his scent and wetting his white shirt. He held you in his arms as if he could truly protect you from that.

"Not bringing this up with you doesn't mean it hurts less, just that I prefer to enjoy the moment without having to worry about it. I care about you too much to interrupt your cycle or make you regret it, you still have so much ahead of you, baby girl." He said sincerely, his voice affected by the knot in his throat. He hoped you would understand, maybe not immediately, but at some point, it would make sense to you. Maybe you thought otherwise, but he knew that you had just started college and there was still so much for you to learn and so many new people to meet and discover. He felt like he’d never be able to do that to you. He wished he could make you understand that the time you spent together was what was valuable and needed to be cherished. Yet, he couldn't and you weren't inside his head to know.

…

Alex watched you from a distance while he smoked his cigarette, something not unusual, but this time he was boiling with rage, clenching his hand into a fist. Wasn't it too bad that he didn't want anyone else near you in that way that wasn't him? The kid was blocking your sides like in a court game, making the view he had of you a little blurry and uncomfortable from a few meters away. Unable to contain his anger, he threw the cigarette on the ground and put it out with his boot. With heavy steps and a rigid body, he walked towards you, watching as you laughed at the boy's words, throwing your head back, and he had a clear look of satisfaction in seeing that he was making you happy. Alex sighed and rolled his eyes. You weren't paying attention to the boy in question (not even to your Alex, you didn't notice him there before), he was being friendly, and Alex had that possibility in mind, but his body was still in pure agony with it. As long as you were his, you were only his, and nobody else’s.

When the boy touched your waist to bring you closer to him, before you could even stop him, what were you going to do, Alex interrupted. "I need your help," he said to the boy, clearly around your age, giving him a trivial task to do, and given who Alex was, he didn't think twice before leaving your side. You raised an eyebrow, seeing that Alex asked for something that was usually included in what you were supposed to do but didn't say anything.

"I need you to go up to the hotel," he seemed impatient, looking at you differently, as if he wanted to shake your shoulders, but not in a way that made him violent. "Now?" You asked as soon as he had taken his keys out of his pocket and put them inside yours.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" And then your breath became unsteady with his tone closer to your ear, and you felt cold. "Al, I just got here, isn't this bad?" Nothing ever sounded so uncertain and insecure than your voice, and he loved it. He just adjusted the glasses that were on his head back to his eyes and pretended to ignore it. "You have 30 minutes until I can get out of ‘ere, you better be there, pup."

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#alex turner #alex turner smut #alex turner x reader #arctic monkeys #alex turner x y/n #alex turner x you #alex turner fanfic #fiction #fanfic

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backtothe99 · 7 months ago

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(18Trip Translation) Tao Kinouchi SR: Welcome to Prison Island - This is how you get hyperfixated

Title: Literally means 'This is the entrance to the swamp', 沼 (swamp) is also a slang term originating in the mid 2010s which means you get addicted to some kind of media and can't get out of it. So, uh, hyperfixation? lol

Part 1

Location: HAMA House West Room

Chihiro: We have tomorrow off, so TaoTao, let's play Anigun like we promised tonight!

Tao: This is my first time playing a Full Dive FPS…

Chihiro: It's pretty much the same thing as mahorova, so you don't need to worry so much. It's okies ☆

Tao: mahorova?

Chihiro: Wuzzat? You've never logged in that?

Chihiro: It's a virtual space on the net— It's probs easier to experience firsthand than explain~

Chihiro: Alrightie, first we gotta put a patch behind your ear—

Tao: Alright.

Tao: It can measure brain waves and observe movements like this? That's pretty awesome.

Tao: (Things sure have improved since the era of polygon games where you'd put a metal rod in your shoulder if your arm broke.)

Chihiro: All done with the patch? Now you gotta pick an Animal to play as! (1)

Tao: Each animal’s got its own set of abilities and skills, and also different fighting styles, right?

Chihiro: Yeah. Chii always uses the cat. The Field Trickster ☆

Tao: (So Chihiro focuses on speed… In that case, I think a type that can switch between defense and offense depending on the situation would have the advantage over him.)

Tao: (What should I do? Since it's my first playthrough, going with a balanced type and seeing how things progress would be a safe bet…)

Tao: I'll… go with this bear.

Tao: (It's power-focused with high HP stats. Seems suitable for both DPS and tanking.)

Chihiro: You chose carefully~ Nice~! Looks like I won't need to go easy on you ♪

Chihiro: Round 1! GL~ Game Start!!

[Flashing]

Tao: (The scenery's changing…)

Tao: (I'm entering the game's world—)

Part 2

[Flashing]

Tao: Ah… Damn, I lost! You really are strong, Chihiro.

Chihiro: You're strong too, TaoTao! It was your first time playing, but you did real good ♪

Chihiro: You're a gamer through and through. If we keep going at it, Chii might lose…?

Tao: Should we try this multiplayer mode next time, instead of the training grounds? We can play against other users, right?

Chihiro: OFC! Let's co-op as a duo next ♪

Tao: … We lost. Sorry, I wasn't much help.

Chihiro: No probs! Chii's just enjoying this without caring if we're winning or losing.

Chihiro: TaoTao… Are you having fun?

Tao: I'm having lots of fun. Actually, we should try again.

Chihiro: Okies. For hardcore gamers, the real challenge’s at the top ♪

Tao: Alright– Let's go!!

Tao: Ah~Damn it, we lost! One more time!

Tao: I totally messed up my aim… Damn. And we were so close, too… One more time!

Tao: O-One more time! I'm really feeling it now...!

Chihiro: W-We're still going!? It's gonna be morning soon, y’know?

Tao: Is it already that late… Sorry for dragging you with me, Chihiro. You can go to sleep, I'll go solo for a while.

Chihiro: You sure...? Chii's heading to sleep first, then. Good night~

Tao: Good night. Thanks for hanging out with me.

Chihiro: *yawn*~ Morning… Woah, you're still playing!?

Tao: Morning. I'm starting to get the hang of it. I don't wanna forget what this feeling's like.

Chihiro: Th-That so? I'm glad you're that into it, but still…

Chihiro: Chii's done with breakfast, so I'm going shopping.

Tao: Mhmm. Stay safe.

Chihiro: I’m home~

Chihiro: Y-You're still playing!?

Tao: Damn, this guy's good! I'll show you…!!

Chihiro: You've been playing all this time. Isn't it about time for a break?

Tao: I've finally gotten used to the controls, and I'm getting the hang of shooting… Eat that headshot!

Chihiro: Hey, have you eaten? Aren't you hungry?

Tao: Not at all.

[Stomach growling]

Chihiro: Nopes, your stomach's growling.

Chihiro: You gotta put something in your body… That's it!

Chihiro: I've got the tapioca drink Raitin gave me as a gift~

Chihiro: (I'll just hold it up to TaoTao's mouth—)

Chihiro: He drank it all before I could even say “Thirsty?”! Didn't even bat an eye!!

Chihiro: Is… His body seeking the nutrition!?

Tao: Anigun… Is so fun… I wanna keep playing till I die…

Chihiro: Hey TaoTao, let's take a break! Pretty please!

Tao: Shotgun secured— Oraoraora, eat lead!!

Chihiro: You'll starve and die, TaoTaoooo~~!!

NOTES: (1) this gets lost in translation, but chihiro makes to say animals in katakana as an english loanword and then corrects himself and says it in japanese, tao then repeats the japanese word. hence the difference in capitalization

#18trip #translations #kinouchi tao #natsuyaki chihiro #card story #tl99

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laylasmoonchild · 2 years ago

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“Are You Okay?”

Sam Kiszka × Reader NSFW 18+

Author's Note:

I have no idea what l'm doing or what possessed me to write this... That's partially a lie- There's no Sam Fics out there, and this is compiled of some requests l've had/Requests l've seen on other blogs. This is loosely inspired by Daisy Jones & The Six (The Amazon series, not the book, the book was better though hehe), Basically when Camilla was seeking out attention during a rough patch with Billy. I'm Layla, let me know what ya think, or don't. Just be nice! Sorry if there's typos, this took me hours to write on 2 separate nights, l'm not an amazing writer, just out here trying new things!

Summary:

Sammy's girlfriend (Y/N) is under the impression he is cheating on her and not only gets drunk to mask her feelings, but seeks comfort in Jake... Yup, it's messy, folks. Also, there's sex, read the warnings!

WARNINGS:

Angst, Topics of Cheating, Arguing W/ a S.O., NSFW, Sex, Spit Kink (this is a common request on Sammy blogs, if you're not into it, close your eyes or keep it pushing! my page is a no judge zone!), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up, or don't, it’s not my business… prob wrap it up though.)

Word Count: 7,149

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I was looking out the window of the plane that was taking me to God knows where. All I knew was that I was on my way to the love of my life.

Sam’s been on tour for a few months, and honestly, I’ve been starting to feel a distance. I’m assuming it’s more on my end, I’m working a high stress job while trying to make my art my main one. Sam’s understanding of it and I think it’s time I show him just how much I appreciate that of him.

As the plane is landing, I start to write out a text to Jake, who’s going through a major rough patch with his girlfriend. Sam mentioned they were on a break, but I won’t pry, I just want to tell him to let Sam know that I’ll be at the hotel in about an hour…

“Hey! Could you let Sam know I decided on taking an uber? I think his phone’s dead, I’ll be at the hotel in an hour!”

“I haven’t seen him since last night, but I’m sure I’ll run into him, be careful, sweet girl…♥️”

Sweet girl… Jake’s nickname for me since we first met… He always said I was too sweet for Sam.

As I gathered my bags from baggage claim and made my way outside to my Uber, I started thinking about how Jake mentioned he hasn’t seen Sam since last night… I never think about Sam’s whereabouts, I know most girls would be itching to know what their traveling, rockstar boyfriend was up to, but he’s never given me an inkling of a feeling that the rumors about guys on the road and his past were true. And I was far too busy career wise to think into those thoughts.

But I’d be lying if I said the reason I was tapping my foot in the backseat of this Uber wasn’t because I was starting to believe it.

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I got the keycard from concierge and made my way to Sam’s room. For some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking that the distance I’ve noticed wasn’t just me, and maybe he wasn’t as trustworthy as I thought…

I shook away my thoughts while the elevator chimed it’s arrival on his floor. I walked out, luggage trailing behind me, and anxiously speed walking to his door. Suddenly I was picturing the scene behind that door. A Penny Lane wannabe enthralled with him between the sheets, while he tells her I’m the last thing on his mind. What was wrong with me? I knocked on it, holding my breath.

I heard rustling behind the door, and feet lazily lugging themselves across the floor. It swung open, and there he was.

“Hey,” He pulled me in for a half hug, out of breath, hair a mess. He smelled like the floor of a dive bar.

“Hi, baby” I entered the room, it was in decent condition considering he’s been here for at least two nights.

“Room looks clean…” I huffed as I released my bag from my hand in the small walkway.

Sam looked around, yawning a bit while running his hand through his tendrils.

“Yeah, I guess- Haven’t really slept in here.”

I tried to ignore the pit in my stomach, telling myself not to read into it as I kicked my shoes off.

“Crashed at Danny’s or something?” I asked, trying to remind myself that he has 3 other rooms to end up in if he pleases…

I tried to look for his eyes as he sat on the foot of the bed. He looked guilty. This wasn’t in my head anymore. Suddenly my extremities went cold.

“Sam?” I said, firmer than usual. My chest was rising and falling at this point.

“What?” He practically spat at me. He looked at me like he’d been found out. His eyes blinking with a dullness behind them that felt inhuman.

“Sam… Where were you last night?”

“Y/N…” He held his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

“Sam. Answer me.” I felt tears beginning to sting my eyes.

“Y/N, I was at Danny’s, okay?” He stood up now with his arms open in defense.

“Look, I’m hung over, I really don’t want to be questioned by my girlfriend right now.” He walked past me to make it to the bathroom. As I turned to watch him slam the door.

Sam was the most attentive man in my life. Never leaving me when I’m upset, always letting me cry it out to him and absorbing every word I had to say.

Instead, he started the shower.

A few tears made their way out as I unpacked my outfit for tonight, feeling stupid as I pulled out each piece that I was so excited to wear for him. A cream colored, see through, lace dress with a slit up the leg, dark brown cowboy boots and a dark brown slip to wear underneath it.

I continued laying everything out when I saw something peeking out from underneath the duvet. Assuming it was one of Sam’s shirts, I pulled it, with the intention of folding it and placing it to the side. Except it wasn’t his shirt. It was distinctively a woman’s blouse. Orange chiffon, staring back at me. I stared back at it in my hands for a second. Hoping it would disappear from my hands and maybe I would wake up from a dream. Suddenly, I had no tears, my throat was too dry to speak.

He stepped out of the bathroom in a towel and I shoved the damned piece of fabric into my luggage. His eyes were softer now.

“Love,” he called out softly.

I nodded, eye’s fixated on his. He walked towards me, he took my waist into his hands and pulled me close to him.

He brought one hand to the valley between my jaw and neck, resting his thumb on my cheek.

“Y/N, I love you, I just had a rough night. I’m so happy you’re here, I’m sorry okay?” He looked me dead in my eyes, and something about that made my stomach turn. He’s lying to me, while looking into my eyes.

“Okay.” Was all I could manage. I felt a sense of serenity, or extreme numbness. He looked puzzled, looking for the rest of what I could say on my face.

“You love me, right?” Sam said, matching the hand that was on my waist to the one on my face.

“Of course,” I smiled, insincerely. “I have to shower now.” I motioned my head towards the bathroom door.

He leaned into kiss me, I moved my head slightly to where he could only kiss the corner of my mouth.

“I feel gross from the plane, sorry.” I said acting like everything was fine. He nodded and let me go.

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After my shower, I immediately started getting ready. It was all so robotic.

Sam knocked on the door to let me know he’d be going to the venue for soundcheck, which he’d been late for. I put my hairdryer on to drown him out mid speech. I heard the hotel door shut, and my phone lit up on the counter.

“Baby doll I left for soundcheck, I don’t know if you heard me♥️ See me before the show like you do?”

I “thumbs’d up” his text and continued my hair and makeup.

While doing my makeup, I suddenly felt thirsty. I opted for every alcoholic nip in the mini fridge.

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I finished getting ready and Ubered to the venue. I drunkenly vowed to myself that Sam will not make a fool out of me. If he was going to realize what I was being short about, it will be on MY terms. Not his, and most certainly not on my emotion’s terms. The alcohol has numbed every emotion, and I was thanking the heavens for that.

While I got into the building and was escorted backstage, all I could think about was another drink.

Entering the green room, I made a beeline for the bar cart while everyone mingled and were making the last touches to their outfits. Danny, Sam and Josh were gathered around the tour manager while Jake was off to the side, looking rather uninterested.

I poured myself a drink and sent my happy-fake smiles to the tour crew as they passed by, cheerful to see me. As I sipped my concoction of liquor, I began to feel disgusted with them too, knowing they could smile at me while they probably know of Sam’s girl on the side and smiled the same way at her.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I turned around, I was met with the soulful eyes I so dearly loved. It was Jake. Who reeked of rum. It broke my heart that we were drinking for similar reasons.

“Hey, my sweet girl!” He pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me extra tight and letting his hand linger on the small of my back as he positioned himself to the side of me. A classic Kiszka hug. The kind of hug that makes girls wonder if it’s flirtatious but it’s really just their loving nature.

I beamed for the first time all day. Jake and I were the kind of close where we didn’t need to speak all the time to keep the friendship alive. We often found ourselves on late nights after shows talking about everything while everyone was off to sleep. As I look into his eyes, I’m realizing he might know me more than Sam does.

In my drunken state, I didn’t realize my smile faded till his eyebrow became crooked.

“Are you okay?” Was all he said, my extremities went cold once more like they did earlier.

“I-“ I felt an arm snake around my waist and someone kiss my cheek from behind. I knew who it was.

“Baby doll, come with me before I go on, talk to Jake later” Sam said, all too normal.

I smiled weakly at Jake and he gave me a concerned look. He must’ve made eye contact with Sam because his concerned look quickly became a forced, tight lipped smile. And with that, he caught up with the rest of everyone, who waved at me, unaware of the situation at hand.

Sam led me down a dark walk way, the route that takes them to the stage. The opening act was on and I could feel the bass in my chest.

We stopped walking and Sam pulled me in for a kiss. I barely kissed back, uninterested in his lips on mine… Knowing they were on God knows who’s the night earlier.

“Y/N, kiss me,” He said running his hands up my sides then to my neck, pulling me in again.

“Sam, I’m not in the mood.” I slurred.

“Y/N, I told you I’m sorry for before. I still am.”

His eyes were looking through me at this point.

“Sam, this isn’t about you, okay? Really, it’s okay!” I amazed myself with how natural it was to pretend that I didn’t find another woman’s article of clothing in his hotel room. I grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. He began to melt into me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

I faintly heard the opener end their set, they would be getting off on the opposite side of the stage so I wasn’t worried about stopping him. Even if I didn’t want to kiss him right now, a part of me wanted to make him think I was okay before his show.

“I love you so much-“ He said in between kisses. I kept thinking of him talking like this to another woman. It made me sick. I pulled away. Staring at him plainly. His eyes were dull with lust and confusion.

The boys started walking towards us, getting ready to go on stage. I turn to them and smile.

“Good luck tonight,” I blew them a kiss and smiled while they said their thanks and blew kisses back. Jake watched me intently as I started to walk backstage, not daring to turn around and look at Sam.

“Hey,” Jake grabbed my hand.

I turn back to him and look for his eyes, that are fixated on my hand, and work up to my face.

“Sweet girl’s on my side tonight, yeah?” He winked with a grin. His thumb rubbed my hand, all of this making me blush. This gesture was more comforting than flirting.

“Of course.” I said, bashfully.

Jake smiled once more, and I looked back towards Sam. His face was stone cold at the interaction.

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The concert was amazing as always. Jake made it a point to wink in my direction and blow me a few kisses during their set, all of which Sam saw.

I was still, naturally, upset. Drinking as much as I could, stumbling in the crowd a bit. I was trying to blend in with the stands but of course some of the fans recognized me, I’m embarrassed to admit I was probably too incoherent to hold any sort of conversation with them.

We were now at an after party backstage, celebrating the tour or something, I could barely tell in my inebriated state.

Sam was on his phone, frantically typing and trying to stay focused on the conversations around him. I assumed that was her on the other end of the text screen. He put his arm around me while Danny and their roadie went on about an equipment mishap. Before Sam could reply to the phone vibrating in his pocket, I turned to glance at the tour crew & opening band dancing in the middle of the room. Jake was on the other side of the dancing bunch and caught eyes with me.

“I’m gonna dance-“ I said while breaking free of Sam, who said something in return but I couldn’t hear him over the music. I walked through the moving bodies and put my hand out to Jake, who took a good swig of his drink and slammed the glass on the table beside him. He took my hand and pulled me into what felt like the music itself engulfing me. We danced, innocently. Singing the lyrics to each other as we swapped dancing partners and laughing gleefully like little kids. I felt someone grab my wrist.

“Gonna save a dance for me, right, little girl?” Sam husked into my ear.

Feeling incredibly prideful and cocky, I danced with him, and as he leaned into me, I moved my mouth to his ear.

“Tell that little slut to get her cheap shirt before tour’s over.” I said in a tone only he could hear. Sam’s grip on me loosened.

“Y/N,” His face was pale, and his feet were suddenly glued to the floor. I kept dancing.

He reached his arms out for me when I started dancing too far from him and he pulled himself into me.

“You’re not going to make a fool out of me, Sam. I’ll play stupid for everyone around us right now, but trust that I won’t let you continue this. I’m not going to be the other woman in my own relationship.” I said still quietly but snidely.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” Sam said as he tried to pull me out of all the dancing, swiftly and without causing suspicion.

“Good idea, I need air.” I said, walking towards the tunnel that lead to the parking lot.

“Even better, I’ll come with.” He said following behind.

“No, stay! Please, enjoy yourself!” I said in a tone where he knew I was sarcastic but people around us would assume I was genuine if they overheard us.

Jake came up between us and put an arm out to distance Sam.

“I’ll go with her, don’t worry!” I couldn’t tell if Jake realized what was happening or if he really thought he was just helping ease Sam by following his drunk girlfriend who needed to get air in a sketchy parking lot.

Either way, I locked arms with him and smiled.

“Thaaaank you! Enjoy yourself, Sam.”

Sam’s eyes started to get glassy. Those around us would probably assume it was from weed or the alcohol, but he was on the verge of tears. His face was hard, stoic as he watched his brother whisk me away.

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We made it outside. Surprisingly no one was around, just the empty trailers, cars, and tour buses.

I started running to the middle of the lot & began spinning with my arms stretched out, basking in the cool air. I heard footsteps coming towards me, increasing speed.

Jake ran up to bear hug me, I yelped.

“You’re too drunk to go exploring, let’s go closer to the building, Y/N!” he laughed as he pulled me towards the brick wall. I tried to protest but I was too weak and he was too strong.

We reached the wall and I turned to him. There was that concerned expression again. It made me shiver.

Jake started to take off his jacket, he laid it gently on my shoulders.

“Better?” He asked. I’m assuming he thought my slight shiver was from being cold, considering my outfit choice, but the truth is that my blood is boiling from anger and alcohol, I can’t feel a thing.

I nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile.

“Are you okay? And answer me this time. You drank like a sailor, and you don’t do that.” He waited for me to respond. Suddenly I was too scared to speak again, like my voice wasn’t going to be strong enough to carry these feelings into solid words.

“Are you okay?” He repeated.

I teared up, flicking away the single tear that dropped on my cheek. I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face, taking a deep breath.

“I’m fine.” I said, knowing he wouldn’t believe me.

“You know I know that isn’t true.” He said, leaning closer to my face. I smelled the dark rum on his breath.

“How do you know that?” I said sarcastically as a few more tears left my eyes. He got closer.

“You know things are pretty much over in my relationship… I know the signs.” Jake’s lips stayed parted and his eyes focused on my mouth.

I steadied my back against the wall, backing away. He moved closer again.

“How long has it been going on?” I asked him, scared to hear the answer.

“Hm?” He seemed genuinely confused.

“Sam and some girl…” I said quietly.

“What gir-… Wait, he’s sleeping with her?” With that, the tears flowed more. He pulled me into him and left he sob.

“Let it out, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can’t believe he did this to you. None of us wanted her around but he said he was just trying to help.”

He was rubbing my back, and suddenly, I was not only devastated, but curious. Who was this girl and why was he trying to help her?

I brought my head up to ask these circling questions and Jake looked at me with his tender eyes.

In this moment I felt like Jake was looking at me in a way that only women he’s been to bed with have experienced. I felt frozen, I was nervous that I was so low I’d dig myself deeper, even when I wouldn’t want to stoop to Sam’s level. I looked down, avoiding Jake’s eyes.

“I’d never do that- to you,” Jake said, letting out an awkward and breathy laugh, an attempt to lighten the meaning of his words.

I nodded, still looking down. This can’t be happening right now. I started thinking about how Jake would taste on my lips… His rum mixed with my liquor… I physically shook my head to attempt to metaphorically shake these thoughts in my head.

Jake’s single finger lifted my chin to look into his eyes. His other arm lifted, planting his hand on the wall.

“Wanna get out of here?” Was all he said.

Like clockwork, my phone started vibrating. Text after text, and the night was too quiet to ignore it. Jake waited for an answer, trying not to look down where my phone was located, inside the calf of my boot.

My face was plain, not able to answer him. Saved by the bell, his phone in his jacket pocket started ringing, I reached for it and saw Sam’s contact photo. I handed it to Jake, an attempt to make him get his finger off my chin.

He sighed, then muted it and put it into his back pocket. My phone continued to vibrate. Jake looked into my eyes once more. It felt like he was trying to subconsciously communicate that he could take me away from it all, and take care of me, even if it was for the night.

“Jake,” was all I could let out before he leaned his face, inches from mine.

“You’re my sweet girl, you know that?” He said looking at my lips. I’m not sure why, but I nodded, looking up at him.

“I love him though. No matter what.” My eyes watery.

“I know, I’d never ask you to change what’s in your nature,” He paused. Taking my hand into his. He brought it to his mouth, giving my knuckles a light kiss, staring into my eyes as he did this. “It just breaks my heart that you’re so loyal to someone who was entertaining someone else, even if it’s my baby brother.”

Suddenly, the curiosity was getting the best of me. Who was this girl?

“Jake, just tell me who she is.” I took my hand out of his and rested both hands on his chest. Practically pleading and trying to change the subject away from his earlier question. Surprisingly, he let me.

“You know that ex girl of Sam’s? James’ girlfriend’s best friend?” He adjusted his jacket that was falling off my shoulder.

James was one of the openers who has opened for the guys every couple of legs of their tour. His girlfriend introduced Sam to his ex girlfriend, they dated for awhile. I was told through the grapevine that she would get into Sam’s head, make him choose between her and his tasks for the band… When he finally left her, he knew he would see her again on tour, but always made it a point to let me know that it wouldn’t be by his choice. She��d be there with James’ girlfriend and he didn’t really have much to say to her, so he would just avoid her.

My stomach was in knots. Thinking of him with her again. Someone he was so badly hurt by is who he chose to break my trust with. It’d hurt less if it were someone new. I lightly sobbed, moving my hands from Jake’s chest to around his neck. Hugging him tightly, he held me.

“Jake, how could he?” I looked up, trying to find the answers for Sam’s infidelity on his older brother’s face. He gave me the kind of look that told me he didn’t know what to say.

I sniffled, trying to collect myself. I thought about Jake’s previous offer. Getting out of here… with him. As we looked at each other, I knew that he knew what was going through my head. Us, going wherever he had in mind, and losing ourselves in each other.

If anyone saw us, they would think they were interrupting, and maybe they would be, but I wouldn’t dare move till he did.

“Let me take care of you.” He said, each word laced with lust, his hands were underneath the jacket he leant me, and on my waist.

I let out air through my nose, furrowing my eyebrows and frowning my lips. In a way that said “We can’t do this, I still love him.” without saying it.

We must’ve been lost in this moment because I didn’t hear the footsteps coming from the entrance of the tunnel that led to the parking lot. Until I did.

Jake and I both turned our heads to see one of the tour bus drivers. He awkwardly smiled at us and went to start the bus.

We let out a sigh of relief, knowing that if anyone else saw us, or God forbid Sam, we would be dead.

“Now or never.” He said, pulling my face to look at his. I quickly nodded in response.

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We made it back to the hotel after a silent ride. As we walked through the lobby and made it into the elevator, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. Jake held my hand and gave it a light squeeze. I felt him looking at me watch the floor numbers ding on the monitor. I turned to him and smiled lazily. He smiled back, and kissed me on the cheek. He lingered there for a bit before moving to my ear.

“I’m going to make it better.” He whispered.

I felt a pool begin between my legs. It felt so wrong. My boyfriend’s brother, making me feel like this. But Sam was wrong too. I hated him as much as I hated myself in this moment. But I was so detached from reality. So drunk, so lost, and so hurt. The doors opened.

We walked out, walking past Sam’s room. My eyes followed it as if he was going to come running out of it. Jake opened his hotel door, the one conveniently next to Sam’s, softly saying my name, and pulling me into the room. He closed the door behind me.

I felt him behind me as I entered more of the room, knowing I was entering the biggest mistake of my life and my body couldn’t turn off autopilot. He came up behind me, holding me. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed my stomach. I let out a sigh, I hate to admit it, but I was turned on at the thought of what he was going to do to me.

Even though my body was vibrating, my chest was aching, and a few tears escaped. He spun me around, anticipating what would be our first kiss, but he was met with my eyes, full of tears. His face was surprisingly comforting. He pulled me in for a hug. The kind of hug he always gave me.

“We won’t.” He said, as I fell apart beneath him. He kissed my forehead and held me close. I let out wailing cries, mourning what was once Sam and I, and what I almost allowed to happen. I was sick with myself as much as I was with him. I was trembling, and my throat felt raw from the noises escaping it.

A string of words kept flowing from me, “Jake what did I do? I’m horrible! I lost my best friend, I love him, how could he do this to me? I love him, Jake, I love him!”

He lead me to the bed since I began falling to the floor in his arms. He shushed me, rubbing my back.

“You didn’t do anything, I did this. Sam’s at fault, I’m at fault. Not you.” He said firmly.

I weeped. Picturing what almost happened and what transpired with Sam and his ex in the next room the night before.

“Y/N, I am miserable right now. I almost took advantage of your vulnerability because I lost the love of my life. I betrayed my brother, don’t blame yourself right now. Please. I will make this better.” The last sentence was said in a new tone than it was in the elevator.

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I woke up to knocking on the door. The room was pitch black, my face was damp, and my throat was sore.

The knocking turned into banging.

“JAKE, LET ME THE FUCK IN. YOU PIECE OF SHIT, OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR.” The banging persisted, and the voice was familiar. It was Sam.

My body was frozen, I felt Jake rustle beside me.

“Stay here.” He said, making his way through the dark, turning on a lamp on his way to the banging door.

I sat up, and looked at my phone on the nightstand, I tapped it to see any notifications. My phone was completely blown up from Sam and even a few texts and calls from Danny.

“Please answer Y/N”

“Y/N”

“Hey”

“Y/N, Sam is trying to call you, he’s going crazy right now, he’s not telling anyone anything. What happened? Are you with Jake? He’s trying his phone too. Just let me know if you’re okay.”

Jake opened the door, and Sam busted through, immediately attacking Jake.

“YOU THINK I WOULDN’T FIND OUT?” Sam yelled as he threw a punch at Jake, who was dodging his fists, telling him to calm down.

“YOU LET YOUR RELATIONSHIP FALL APART SO YOU TAKE MY GIRLFRIEND? DID YOU FUCK HER? THE FUCKING TOUR BUS DRIVER TOLD ME HE SAW YOU WITH HER.” He pushed Jake up against the wall. Sam hasn’t even looked towards the bed, where I was.

Sam had Jake by the collar of his shirt, I was frozen.

“Sam.” His name escaped my lips, raspy.

He turned around. Eyes blood shot, hair a mess. He let out a breathy, sarcastic laugh. He turned to Jake and raised his fist, aiming for his face. Jake, again, dodged his brothers fist, and finally used his strength to throw Sam to the floor.

“JAKE!” I screamed, finally being able to jump up. Jake looked at me while Sam struggled beneath him, cursing at him. Jake gave Sam a firm gaze, holding him down.

“YOU FUCKED HER? YOU FUCKING TOUCHED HER?” Sam yelled.

“I could’ve but I didn’t. Because I fucking love you, and I love her. And YEAH, I am miserable right now, I wanted to take her from you because of it, but what the fuck is your excuse?” He spat through his teeth. Sam writhed underneath him.

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON Y/N, I WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HER,” Sam yelled “Y/N, PLEASE LISTEN TO ME.” Jake let Sam go. He stood up in front of me.

“I didn’t sleep with her, I didn’t kiss her, I didn’t even hug (her name), PLEASE believe me, listen to me, LOOK AT ME.” He said, tearfully, shaking me by my sides as I struggled to keep eye contact.

I finally caved. I nodded in return. Waiting for him to continue. Jake gave me a kind smile, and patted Sam’s shoulder. He told us he’d be in Josh’s room if he needed us, and left.

Sam led me to sit on the foot of the bed. He held my hands and continued to speak.

“She was on tour, like I said she would be. She told me that one of our roadies and her had a fling after her and I split two years ago. She said she wasn’t expecting to see him again and it was hard to avoid him because he was working close with James’ team.” He looked into my eyes, waiting for me to let him continue. I nodded.

“She said she was scared of what he would do if they were alone because he threatened her, I told her she could hang around us. I have no say in who’s fired, I tried to relay it to our tour manager but he said that the roadie was one of his best employees and wasn’t dropping him this far into tour because of something that can’t be proven. I was stupid. It was a way in. Last night she said he said something about knowing which room she was staying in…”

Again, I nodded. He hasn’t broke eye contact, or tried to retrace his story… He was telling the truth, and I let him continue just that.

“I didn’t want to deal with her, believe this. But our tour manager was being a dick, I know she’s not the talent and doesn’t have needs in their eyes, but I felt obligated to help. I told her to come to my room, stay there the night, and I’d go to Dannys… She came to my room, and immediately, I knew something was up, Y/N. She started asking about you, and how serious we were. I asked her what her intentions were. She joked to get me back. I told her to get out, but she wouldn’t. She insisted that the story about her and this roadie was still true, and she wanted me to protect her. I left her in my room, and I slept in our photographers room. I knew that if I slept in Danny’s, she wouldn’t end this till she got in. And as for her shirt, one of mine was missing from my suitcase, I assumed she took one of mine to sleep in and left hers for me to find. And baby, I’m so sorry that you found it. That’s awful.” He put his hand on my cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“You don’t have to believe me, I know this sounds like a load of bullshit. But please, ask anyone. Anyone you want. They’ll tell you what impression I fell under.” His eyes pleaded with mine. Even though it was hard to give into him after this entire day, my gut was telling me that he was telling the truth.

“Sam,” I tried to find what I was going to say next. That I believe him and that I love him of course, but I couldn’t say that without being honest about what almost transpired between Jake and myself. He waited patiently.

“I almost did something unforgivable tonight, to spite you.” I continued. His chest physically sunk, and his eyes welled up.

“Almost? Not just Jake?” He spoke, loosening his tight grip on my hands.

“I’m not proud.” I teared up. My voice was still raspy.

He cleared his throat, letting out a sigh, opening his mouth to ask “How far?”

“He asked me to come here and I did-“ I started, but Sam put his hand on my thigh, trying to get me back on track.

“Baby, how far?” He said firmly, but still sadly, nonetheless.

“He kissed my cheek in the elevator… when he got to the room, he kissed me here from behind.” I ran my fingers along my shoulder, showing him where. His face was stoic. He looked at my cheek and then my shoulder.

“He stopped when he realized it’s not what I wanted. I promise he did, Jake is not at fault. He feels like he is, he says he is. He’s just lost right now. He doesn’t want me like that, nor do I want him. I never did. It’s always and only been you, Sam. I was in such a bad place. My life felt like it was over.” I began to weep again.

He pulled me into his lap, let me cry, and held me… Like he always did. He kissed the top of my head while I soaked his shirt in my tears.

“It’s okay. Him and I will talk, but you and I are okay, baby.” Sam let out. I was relieved, but still felt like it wasn’t.

“I’m so so-“ I tried to reply, but he stopped me with a kiss. He let me go and looked deeply into my eyes.

“Don’t you say sorry. I’m sorry. I could’ve told you from the jump. But I was so in my own head about that night and I took it out on you.” He kissed away what tears were on my face and stroked my hair.

He always knew how to make me feel at ease, and right now I did… For the first time all day.

“And by the way, I was texting her earlier to never show her face around me again. You’re more than welcome to look-“ He said, reaching for his phone, but I shook my head in protest.

“Not now…” I said softly, looking into his eyes. He placed his hands back where they were, supporting me in almost a cradling like position.

“Sammy.” I spoke out. Knowing he knows I only call him ‘Sammy’ when I’m feeling soft.

“Yes, Baby doll?” He tucked my hair behind my ear.

“Take me to bed?” I rasped. He smiled and leaned forward to me, into a passionate kiss. His tongue dipped between my lips, searching for mine. I let out a small whimper, and he let out a deep moan in return.

He kicked off his shoes, while I transitioned from his arms to straddling his hips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I started to grind my throbbing, clothed pussy onto the denim covering his hardening bulge. His hands made their way onto my ass, guiding me on top of him. We let out moans and soft laughs in between our passionate kisses.

I took his bottom lip between my teeth, earning a low groan from my beautiful boy. He lightly tapped my ass.

“Lay down, baby.” He instructed, and I did as I was told. Resting my head onto the pillow, I looked up at him… He was undoing the buttons on his shirt. I leaned forward, helping him. Once the buttons were undone, I worked it down his shoulders. I went to undo the buckle on his belt, but he moved my hands away, and had me lean back by gently pushing me.

“I’m taking care of you.” He said firmly. I thought of how Jake said this earlier, but the truth is, only Sam could.

I blushed under his gaze while he removed his pants, leaving him in his briefs. His cock was rock hard, Sam caught me looking at it pulse for me. I bit my lip lightly and went to cover my face, squirming my legs beneath him.

“Don’t be shy, now” He let out a little laugh and so did I. He began undressing me, removing my dress, then my slip. He looked down at me in my bra and panties. Completely flushed and exposed, just for him. I opened my legs while he got between them.

“Sammy,” I began. His eyes traveled up my body and landed on my bashful gaze.

“Hmm?” He hummed, running his hands up and down my thighs.

“I love you too. I didn’t really answer you before…” I said, still trying to make things right.

He smiled lightly and pushed air through his nose.

“I know you do, my girl. Don’t worry.” He replied looking up at me. He began to slowly remove my black lace panties. Once they were discarded, I let out a shakey breath… Sam laid down next to me and gave me a tender kiss. He spread my legs wider for him. He took some of the wetness from my core and dragged it to my clit.

He began rubbing it just the way I like it. Immediately, I’m saying his name over again. He dips his skillful fingers into my pussy, toying at my g spot. He alternates between my clit and pussy while kissing my mouth, and slowly moving open mouthed kisses down my neck.

I pulled the lace of my thin bra down, exposing my hardened nipple. I start squeezing the sensitive bud, suddenly it’s replaced with Sammy’s wet mouth. His hand is solely focused on my clit while his tongue works my nipple. I reach my hand down to his throbbing cock. I cant think of anything more intoxicating than the thought of him deep inside me.

He moans onto my nipple, creating vibrations that intensify the sensation.

“Sammy, I need you, please.” I let out, desperately.

He releases my nipple and doesn’t let go of my clit while now, starting to lean over me.

“Aw, look at you.” He says, looking down at me, grinding into his hand, squeezing the nipple he just had in his mouth between my fingers.

“My girl wants it rough, huh? My pretty girl wants me to cum inside her perfect little pussy, right?” It doesn’t matter how sweet Sammy can be, he loves to see me fall apart for him. He wants to see me cry for him, beg for him. Always loving a show put on for him.

“Yes, Sammy, baby please, I need it, give it to me.” I moaned out, feeling like I could cum just watching him drool at the sight of me. He removed his hand from my clit and removed his briefs. His cock sprung up for me. He positioned himself between my legs.

He kissed my forehead, lining himself up with me, before sinking into my aching pussy. The sounds alone from my wetness were enough to prove how much I needed him. He fucked into me, bringing his hand to my clit once more.

He kissed me deeply, pulled away, and looked into my eyes.

“I love you,” He groaned while pumping in and out of me.

“I love you too.” I moaned, unintentionally tightening my walls around him. My arms were around his neck, while his chains danced from his chest onto my neck.

We both moaned into each other’s mouths, he brought up his other hand to relax my jaw into a more opened position.

He let a slow, string of spit into my mouth, earning a pornographic moan from me as I swallowed it. He mouth hung open while watching me do so as he continued to fuck deeper into my pussy.

His fingers sped up on my clit and he sped up his pace while hitting my g spot. I felt a familiar knot in my stomach, and he could tell I was close by my walls clenching and face alone.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my dick, let it out, little girl, let it go for me.” He cooed as I came. I wrapped my legs around his torso, tightening them with each second of my release.

I felt his cock twitch inside of me.

“Cum inside me, Sammy, give it to me, please, please-“ I panted. And with that, he came deep inside of me. Moaning and panting, sweat beads on his forehead, pressing his to mine. He found my lips and kissed me hungrily, like he was starving for my mouth.

Our eyes were still teary eyed from earlier but extra teary for the passionate love making we just shared. He collapsed on top of me. Pulling himself out of me, he rolled onto the side of my body, now pulling me into him.

“I love you, so so much, Y/N.” He said softly.

“I love you so much more, Sammy.”

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The Only One

Episode 4

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Summary: Apologies happen, Mission #2 where Poe sees you at your worst. You reach out to the energy flow again, and Lira is...nice to you?

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 3.3k

Content: our neurodivergent bb is an awkward bean sometimes, flirting, mild bickering, injury, self-worth probs, hurt/comfort, not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

you opened yourself up, just for a moment to the flow of energy around you. Sometimes you could touch it - feel it - around you, inside you. Maybe it could heal you.

But you would have to close yourself off to it again before you arrived back on base.

Before you were near Leia Organa again.

THEN...

Poe Dameron rarely found himself at a loss for words. His charm and easy manner made it easy to talk to anyone about almost anything. Conversation was as natural to him as breathing.

So not knowing what to say to you was something new for him.

Normally, your exploits on the type of mission from which you just returned would make you a hero. You were shot completing a critical mission. Leia wanted to give you a medal.

But you refused. You asked for solitude.

You kept to yourself for a little while after the mission. Poe took this to heart. It was his fault you got hurt, after all. You did your job. His job was to protect you, but he failed.

It really hit him hard when you weren't the one working on his ship after his next few missions. He asked Perrha how you were doing. The answer was, "quiet."

He finally saw you eating lunch one day and decided to at least try to apologize for almost getting you killed.

What he didn't know was that you were wounded. Of course he knew you had been shot, but the wound in your side was slow to heal with only bacta patches. You had been hesitant to reach out to the energy flow on the Resistance base, with Leia around. A dip in the bacta tank would have been beneficial for you, but since you couldn't or wouldn't do that, unbeknownst to Poe, some of your solitude was simply spent healing.

Therefore, when he approached you, your eyes lit up and you gave him the sweetest, brightest smile, completely stopping him in his tracks. At first, he was so surprised you would be granting him this affection that he paused and looked over his shoulder, assuming you must be seeing someone more to your liking - maybe Perrha.

"Poe!" You called, with a cute little wave. Realizing your voice had carried, you covered your mouth as if saying, 'oops!' and then tried again. "Commander Dameron," you breathed as he reached your table.

"Elia," he couldn't help but smile back at you, his brown eyes twinkling with warmth and relief. "It's so good to see you. How are you?"

You quickly scooted over so Poe could share the bench with you. "I'm good. I'm fine. How are you?" You quickly redirected. "How was your mission?"

"Successful," he slowly answered, taking a seat beside you. His eyes scanned you over, as if checking to make sure you really were okay. As far as he could tell, you were as adorable as ever: Resistance issued attire, pants tucked into unlaced boots. Twin buns on the top of your head, a row of silver earrings along your ear, and that damn little gray backpack with the frayed straps.

"You look good," he thought aloud, happy that you seemed better.

Yanking on your backpack straps, you shrugged one shoulder. "I look the same every day I think. You look good, though. But you always look the same too," you rambled. "Well, most of the time. Sometimes you have dirt on your face or you wear a different shirt, or sometimes your hair is like more curly or wavy, especially if you - "

"Ells," Poe interrupted, a wry smile curling his lips. "Thank you."

That silenced you. The two of you ate your lunches in serenity. And miraculously, you were left alone. No one interrupted you, which was rare.

Finally, Poe nudged your shoulder with his. "I'm glad you're feeling better. I missed you."

"Oh," your head dropped as you paused mid-chew. You felt terribly about how you'd treated Poe the day you were shot. And your body took so long to heal...

"I'm sorry, Poe - "

"Ells, I'm so sorry - "

You both blurted, pausing and sharing a slightly embarrassed chuckle.

"I'm sorry I let you get hurt," Poe went on. "I should have protected you and...you could have been killed. I'm so sorry. I haven't even known what to say to you."

You shook your head in disbelief. "No, I'm sorry. I completely just...was myself and ruined everything and put you in danger and Dane too. And then I was so...I shouldn't have..." How could you explain your behavior without giving away your secret?

"You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing," Poe replied resolutely. "You completed your mission - you were...Ells, you were brilliant. The Resistance has been able to drive the First Order out of that entire system because of what you did."

You stared at the table, fidgeting in your seat. "Thank you," you quietly returned. Turning to gaze at Poe, you gently smiled. "Thank you for saving my life."

He melted.

Poe had always found you cute, and your quirks endearing, but this was the first time he felt...yeah. He was pretty sure he had a crush on you.

NOW...

Your first mission together after you went on date #1 was similar to the first mission - the one where you got shot.

You were there to do some reprogramming and basically be a pain in the First Order's ass in any technical way possible.

But the mission was to be carried out on the swampiest, muggiest, most humid planet in the galaxy. Worse than Dagobah. This wreaked havoc on your equipment...and your mood.

The worst problem besides the damp humidity was the actual size of the bugs. It was something you got hyper-focused on as soon as one the size of Poe's hand landed on your neck.

You screamed.

You were then simultaneously silenced by Poe and scolded by Dane.

Then you launched into a speech about how none of your tech was going to work correctly, how the Resistance was wasting their time wanting control of a place like this... it wasn't your finest moment.

But you were miserable, and these thoughts tended to pour out with no filter. Plus did everyone forget the giant bug that attacked you?

Poe was at a bit of an impasse with you and Dane. He liked Dane by his side on missions. They could predict one another's moods and almost communicate in their own shorthand. Dane may be as blunt as you, but he was a capable and trustworthy solider.

But the two of you were oil and water. Dane knew just how to push your buttons, it seemed. And you could not resist the urge to correct him or get the last word every single time.

So, once again, Poe sent Dane to check the perimeter while he stayed with you.

“Elia, how you holding up?” he asked you quietly. “Almost done?”

“I don’t like him,” you huffed. “I don’t like this planet. I want to leave.”

Poe tried to be patient but he was a little exasperated by this point. “Stay focused, okay? Almost done. Then we’ll make camp tonight and get you out of here first thing in the morning.” And definitely no more missions with the two of you together. Didn’t he think that last time?

“It hurts,” you sniffled, trying to stay focused on finishing your reprogramming.

Poe’s dark eyebrows pinched with concern. “What hurts?”

You shouldn’t have said that out loud. He couldn’t know about your pain - what hurt and why.

You made your way back toward your ship, but Poe reminded you it wasn’t safe to leave until morning.

This was one of the hardest days you’d ever experienced in the Resistance. So you laid down on your sleeping mat and cried. Pain just felt so intense for you - it even blocked out your common sense sometimes.

No one had ever shown you enough patience to get past this point in a relationship. Once people experienced a bad day with you, they simply...well, typically disappeared from your life.

You were fully aware of the fact that people didn't like you. Part of you didn't care what stupid people thought. But there was a part of you that wished you weren't always on the outside of things.

Poe was the first person to ever even try to make it past one of your rough days.

Poe and Dane took turns checking the perimeter and making sure everything was safe. Finally, Poe came by to check on you one more time. He thought maybe you wanted to be left alone, but he just couldn’t rest until he at least tried to make you feel better.

“Elia…” He trailed off, unsure of how to reach you. What to say or do.

The two of you had shared such a great time on your date. You had even touched him a few times, brushing arms, or holding hands for a quick moment after high-fiving, once you hit the Holodart board.

The two of you had enjoyed a walk on the way back to base and he'd told you a little bit about his parents and his childhood on Yavin 4. He noticed you were happy to ask questions about his life, and you would ramble on in response, but you certainly didn't offer up any information about your past.

Today was frustrating for all of you. Maybe you really did need some space and he would just make everything worse by approaching you.

You were lying on your side, facing away from him. As he watched you from behind, unguarded, he noticed bites on your skin. Like…all over your skin. You must be miserable. You had made it clear enough, but like - your skin was completely covered. Yet, for some reason, you still wore your backpack.

Who was he kidding? This was a miserable mission. You were only saying what everyone was thinking. You just didn’t have the verbal filter most people possessed.

“I’m so sorry it hurts,” he whispered, listening to you sniffle. “Is it okay if I sit with you for a little bit?”

You nodded but didn’t turn around to see him.

He fell asleep right beside you, just out of reach.

The next morning, you woke up suddenly. The sun was sizzling and bugs were everywhere. In fact, the sun was high enough in the sky that you wondered why your little team hadn’t departed this awful place.

Glancing around, you noticed that Poe was still sleeping and Dane was nowhere in sight. Maybe sunrise was early on this planet. You decided maybe you better wake Poe just to be sure.

But as you leaned over to gently shake him, you noticed his lips were blue and his skin was pale.

“Poe…” You whispered, touching his shoulder. “Poe?” You touched his face. His skin burned with fever.

“Poe!” You tried to wake him up, but nothing worked. You also tried to contact Dane, but the one time you actually wanted him around, he was nowhere to be found. As usual.

"Oh no," you whispered, kneeling beside him, taking his face in your hands. "Wake up. Poe?"

Chewing on your lip, you tried to think of what could make him look like this. Was he choking? Sick, obviously. Poisoned?

With the heat searing your skin, aggravating your bug bites, it was difficult to concentrate...so you allowed your eyes to drift closed as you exhaled slowly.

Stretching out with your feelings, you opened yourself to the flow of energy around you. Sometimes it was painfully intense for you - like a raw nerve, but you had to stay calm and try to help Poe.

The flowing energy was pulsing here, and even though you wanted to leave, you began to feel the push and pull between your body and the sun's warmth, the stagnant, humid air, the squelching, swampy ground, the countless bugs and creatures that made you shudder in disgust.

Life was everywhere here, more than you realized. Creatures large and small, out of sight, blending in - the colors of mud and murky water.

Instead of fighting this place, you surrendered to its miraculous flux - its circulation of energy and life. Why didn't you do this sooner? Probably because you kept yourself closed off from it most of the time. Too dangerous.

But Poe was in trouble.

You continued caressing his face with your eyes closed. Maybe it wouldn't do anything, but it did seem to help you a little bit when blaster fire pierced your arm and your side.

"Feel me, Poe," you whispered. "Just breathe. Breathe."

A moment later, you heard him inhale sharply and start coughing.

Your eyes snapped open. "Poe?"

He tried to sit up, gasping and coughing, as if recovering from choking.

"Take it easy," you instructed. "I think you're sick. You're burning up."

He groaned in agony, flopping back down to the ground and covering his eyes with his arm. "What...the hell..."

"You have a fever," you repeated, fussing over him with concern. "Did you eat something besides our rations? Did something sting you or bite you?"

"About a million things," he groaned. "What time is it?"

"Um...pretty late. We slept longer than I expected," you tried to explain. "We need to get out of here."

So you did. Once you were zooming back to the Resistance base, you made sure a medical droid took a look at Poe. And he was sent directly to the med bay once you arrived home.

He tried to insist that you needed treatment for all your bites, but you reminded him that he was the one sick.

"Don't worry," Lira, the beauty from medical purred, "We'll take good care of him."

You abruptly huffed and turned on your heel to leave, but Poe called your name. As you scurried back to his side, he pointedly asked Lira for a moment. With an eyeroll, she left you two alone.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He gruffly asked, sounding as if he was losing his voice.

"Yes, don't worry about me," you reminded him. "They have to get your fever down, okay? And you're dehydrated."

He boldly reached for your hand. In his feverish state, he forgot to watch for signs of your discomfort with touch. If he would have been looking, he would have noticed you didn't flinch. In fact, you wrapped your fingers around his and squeezed.

"Thank you for taking care of me," he said softly, his eyes drifting closed.

Your heart burned inside your chest. You did something right.

"Elia."

You heard your name called by the one person you didn't not want to speak to up close and personal after the mission debrief. Poe was still in medical, so you had to talk more than normal, to explain your success on that dreadful planet.

General Organa waved you over to speak with you privately as the room cleared.

"Yes, General?" You nervously replied, tugging on your backpack straps.

"Congratulations on a successful mission," she began warmly. "Commander Dameron tells me you're quite the asset in the field."

You snorted. After the last mission, you were certain he might never team up with you again.

"He's...very kind," you diplomatically responded. "This mission was difficult, but I tried my best."

Her dark eyebrow arched wryly, not unlike Poe's was prone to do. "More difficult than getting shot in the line of duty?"

Fair point. Bug bites were no match in this case.

"And...you're feeling better?" She pressed. "You've healed? I understand you weren't in favor of the bacta tank."

Ugh. Leia heard about that? Did she know everything?

Her eyes momentarily flickered to your backpack, and the way your hands constantly fiddled with the straps. She granted you a knowing smile.

"I'd like to thank you for helping Poe," she redirected. "He said you found him choking? Or not breathing? And helped to resuscitate him."

You shifted uncomfortably in your unlaced boots. "Oh. I...um. Well, see, I used to program medical droids," you fibbed. You had programmed droids before but not medical droids. "And...I-I remembered some of the things they used to do...to help people. So I tried. I just tried to help Poe, you know, because he's always been so helpful to me. I mean - you know that, he's practically like your son - "

You clapped one hand awkwardly over your mouth. "Sorry, I know he's not. I mean, I know you have a son. Had a son. Have a son? I'm so sorry, Leia. General Leia. Organa." You cleared your throat awkwardly.

"It's all right," she chuckled, her dark eyes studying you with interest. Poe wasn't kidding about you rambling or being blunt. Of course, Leia herself was known for her candor. That, she could understand and appreciate.

"You're not wrong about Poe," she added. "But I think maybe you played a role you're not ready to discuss, in helping him." She paused, locking eyes with you. "I would love to talk with you...when you feel ready."

This was not good.

Leia could not be asking you questions about your...abilities. You couldn't open yourself up like that again. She could never know the darkness inside you, or in your past. Was she aware that you weren’t human? Your entire species had a dark, long forgotten past. It had to stay that way.

Poe stayed in the med bay overnight, so you went to see him first thing the next morning. You found Lira buzzing around him, checking his vitals. You thought about ducking out of there and coming back later, but you'd been spotted.

"Elia," Poe breathed, sitting up in bed.

Lira narrowed her eyes at you, but then granted you a reluctant smile. "His fever is down. He's been asking for you."

She patted Poe's arm. "Heart rate is normal. Until she walked in, anyway." She gave him a dazzling smile. She really was stunning. "I'll give you a minute."

As she tossed her shiny hair, hips swaying as she floated out of the room, you had to wonder - was Lira just nice to you?

"She's really pretty," you accidentally said out loud.

Poe laughed warmly. "You think so?"

Your eyes went wide.

"Come here, I missed you," he redirected, holding out his hand for you. Wow, how did he look so handsome after feeling so ill? Annoying.

You willingly took his hand, squeezing gently. "I missed you too. I was so worried about you."

"I'm okay," he grinned, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, thrilled beyond belief at your willingness to accept his touch. "But I wanted to ask you something."

You began to feel self-conscious as he caressed your fingers, but you couldn't deny that you liked having his attention.

You cleared your throat. "General Organa already asked me everything, so, um..." You were afraid he would ask you about how you helped him. Maybe he heard or saw what you did on the swamp planet. Or perhaps you didn't help him at all - you weren't sure.

"No, not about the mission." His dark eyes sparkled as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. "About us."

"Oh..." You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. How he could look so incredible after suffering a high fever was perplexing. “Okay."

"I was hoping you would go on another date with me," he softly asked you, gently pushing his fingers between yours.

Your breath caught in your chest as his fingertips drew circles around your knuckles. The two of you gazed at your joined hands, momentarily avoiding eye contact. Glancing away was your default, and Poe was trying to give you a moment, while reveling in your touch.

"I...why?" You blurted, disrupting the serenity between the two of you.

"You...you don't want to?" He asked, slowly dragging his fingers away from yours.

"No. I mean yes," you quickly responded, reaching for his hand once again. "Yes, I want to. Go with you. On a date. I want to. I just don't know why you...after how I was, on the mission. And how I am. No one wants to know me."

"I know you, Ells," he said softly, tenderly smiling as you actually looked up at him, at his face, into his eyes. "Better than most people, probably? At least most people in the Resistance."

He shrugged one shoulder. "Give me a chance? I'm not so bad after date number four." He winked and you burst out laughing.

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lifesver · 6 months ago

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I'm curious about Leland's family! How's Cecil and Lorelai, their marriage? How do you think their marriage impacted Leland? Views on marriage n lifetime partnership etc.

ohh hi anon, thank you for the qs!! <3 good soup + sorry this is a late answer!

i think that like... to begin with the mckinneys were very much a picturesque magazine cover type family. they were pretty well-off and middle class, lived in a suburb, well-liked in their community etc. i think cecil brought in the money for the most part and lorelai stayed at home while raising the kids. lorelai married him pretty young, though, and he was a little older. they were probably pretty happy for a while, but eventually they had their differences, especially when it came to raising their kids. cecil was controlling in general, and put a lot of pressure on his family to be a shining example at everything tbh. his kids had to all be the best at what they did in school. that kinda thing.

and tbh lorelai wasn't one to put up with being pushed around. and the mama bear she is she rly tried to protect leland as best she could. (yk, only son syndrome. leland always struggling to be what his dad was telling him to be) and the problem was again like, mainly that cecil controlled their finances, so it was very hard for lorelai to be independent from him. plus divorce was obv less common and could sometimes still be stigmatized. prob especially in a small town where everyone knows everyone. lorelai is a tough lady but she probably caught a bit of flack, there were some not nice rumours about her that floated around w/ the other suburban moms i'm sure. and the whole thing got dragged out a lot in general.

prob during the time leland was starting highschool was when things started to get a lil bumpy with his parents’ marriage? i think around the time leland heads off to university is also when lorelai boots cecil out (though it becomes a bit of a cycle of kicking him out and letting him back in). so during their rough patches lorelai sort of had to pick up the slack for their finances, raising 2 kids on her own for a while and helping her older ones with money when they needed it. trying to make sure leland could continue at school. later making sure april was doing alright with her new baby.

it was kinda like, hard having to watch his mom let his dad back in the door. giving him another chance, whether part of it was emotional or part of it was like. literally to think of her kids (even tho //cw abuse and alcohol mention but cecil being in the house meant leland got roughed up a bit by him when he drank or felt like blowing off steam or just wanted someone to pick on ://). so for a few years (after the house) leland had to deal w his dad being in and out of his life as well.

all that to say i think that... marriage is something leland would still like to think about. he's a sappy romantic deep in his heart. he would think about proposing to his s/o or being proposed to and sigh dreamily about it fr. kicking his damn feet mentally. but the reality is that marriage is a commitment and a promise to someone. so he would never want to take that lightly. he would want to be very sure. and i think he wouldn't marry someone that hadn't already been his friend for some time, you know?

i think any negative feelings leland has toward marriage as a concept more has to do w like... the societal construct of it. the way it seemed like it 'trapped' his mother for several years of her life. where it seemed like at some point his parents were never happy around each other. and i think as with all things rly, leland worries he himself might grow up and be something like his dad. and that's scary to him. bc he doesn't remember his dad always being mean. you know? so he sort of internalizes a worry that he could even possibly behave the same in a committed relationship like that (newsflash he would never be like that. but the worry is there!)

#cw vague discussion of like. a not the best family dynamic #this got long huh #late bc i had to think about it a little bit but it was good to ponder this more in depth

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jakowskis · 9 months ago

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Day 7 - Do you have any all-time favorite scenes? You can bring up multiple - an objectively good scene, a silly scene that makes you smile, a sad scene that makes you cry, maybe a scene that just sort of stuck with you… your choice!

i have a bunch ok i tried to put em in categories. under the cut bc i think torchwood's entered spin territory by now and i still cant seem to shut up about it. pls help

scenes that rot my brain

when they mutiny against jack in the s1 finale. that whole bit, from gwen with rhys’ body in the autopsy bay to owen shooting jack to when they trigger the emergency protocol and open the rift. ill never get over how it first felt to watch that whole scene for the first time, it drove me insane. it still drives me insane. ive watched it 300 times it's sooo 😩 MY scene. g-d.

well, that’s my scene, and so are all the owen & ianto scenes in s1ep12. those two make me feral. ive gushed about theose scenes before, so ill spare u this time. my otp 4eva. and also owen having a villainous breakdown wahahaha. my fucked up little guy of all time

the scene where owen’s patching gwen up in countrycide drives me nuts. it’s such a clever seduction scene + it’s so intimate. i love it. (i also enjoy the two separate scenes where she chokes him fdhskjfdsf. countrycide tree scene makes me BLUSH and nothing makes me blush fsdkjfdshfkjdshfjkd. i am very very bi <3)

owen begging diane to stay in out of time... don’t touch me. every time i think of that whole scene i wanna cry. i have never seen such sad eyes in my life. (see my tags here for more of my thoughts on this topic fkjsdfhs.) burn pay my fucking hospital bills

that moment between jack and owen at the end of combat... “for a few seconds i felt totally at peace... and then you blunder in. do you always know best, jack? is that what you believe?” “i want you back at work tomorrow.” that scene has always driven me crazy. there’s a few scenes in the show where jack’s monstrous and the others yell at him over it, but that one hits the hardest. owen just seems to actually cut through him in that moment, and it kills me.

the scene at the conference table in s2ep5. i’m not the biggest fan of that ep, i talked abt it more the other day, but that scene drives me bonkers, for a number of reasons… the insight into the characters (owens mommy issues!!! tosh n ianto’s need for purpose!!! gwen loves rhys AND jack!!!), for sure, but especially the way jack’s relationship with all of them is presented. ill talk about it a lot more when i discuss his character, but jack… reminds me of a cult leader, in a lot of ways, and it’s most prominent in that scene especially. the show doesn’t realize it’s framing him like that, and the fandom doesn’t seem to pick up on it either. but i do, and i think it’s fascinating.

gwen drugging rhys in combat. it just kind of blew my mind when i first saw it - there's a moment with every character where i went “oh wtf theyre fucked up. ok im obsessed now” (owen's was ghost machine, ianto's was actually ‘pray they survive’ in meat, jack & tosh never had one for me which is probs why they dont rot my brain quite as much fhdskjf) - that was gwen's. also important to note burn gorman agrees w me bc on the commentary of this ep during this scene he was clapping n laughing n probably kickin his feet HFDKSJFHDSJKFDSK he gets me

all of fragments tbh esp owens portion but specifically ianto crying when he walks away from jack at the end of his segment, and owen crying when he's talking to the doctor + him n jack walking thru the cemetery. aaaa.

(yes those were almost all owen scenes. im the deranged owen guy rmr.)

scenes that make me smile

the very first scene in the hub in the pilot :) it just feels a little bit magical in an industrial, bleak, kitchen-sink sort of way, which is what i love sm abt tw, the way it occasionally strikes that balance. the way stepping into a big base in a sewer manages to still feel magical… that’s special.

in episode 2 when theyre having lunch + in episode 4 when theyre at the bar, when they’re all gathered around and laughing. ohh i wish we got more of that

every time gwen n owen are dumbass giggling besties, or teasing each other… twice in s2ep10, and in ep 7, and then when theyre fooling around at the beginning of s2ep2. i love themmmm those two are my idiots they make me smile

jack & john’s fight in kkbb heheh

owen n martha gorillaz scene in reset. wahoo! shicka shicka shicka shicka feel good

bernies apt in ghost machine ep :) i just like the way they go through his shit, steal a bunch of it, n then leave, it always makes me giggle. “so call the cops” JACK.

scenes that stuck with me / made an impact

john and his son in out of time. that was rlly rlly emotional.

also jack helping him off himself. g-d that episode was heart wrenching.

“captain my captain” in tkks, suzie on the ground covered in blood… things i think about. “it’s all your fault, jack." ahhhh

in ghost machine, when gwen holds the device and sees herself crying and covered in blood, and afterwards she’s all dazed and she looks at owen and he stares back and he looks dangerous. i loveee that scene. will never get over s1 owen. he’s a ticking time bomb and when he explodes he nearly destroys the world. character of all time to me. i love that he redeems himself in the end but ohhhhh sometimes i think of a world where he becomes a proper antagonist. he rlly walks the precipice

g-d and the scene where he had the knife held to ed morgan, when i first watched it i didn’t know what he was gonna do and it was so tense.

when lisa was first revealed in cyberwoman and mogwai played…. transcendent. the outfit was silly right off the bat but the vibe + reveal was cool enough i was rlly excited. i love the concepts in that episode i wish they took it more seriously. no metal bikini + no pteradacyl fight and we could’ve had it all. but also. would it be torchwood without metal bikini + pteradacyl fight.

“it made me happy” scene in countrycide. a lot of people seem to find that ep upsetting, i wasn’t really affected by the subject matter, but That got me. chilling. you go into torchwood expecting evil aliens, so the episodes about evil humans really hit.

the resurrection scene in s2ep7. i’m getting tired so im not gonna babble as much but agh. i wanna eventually do an analysis on owen & jack’s dynamic - i’ll talk about it there.

also, it’s a little moment but in the same episode, when gwen calls rhys crying… it reminds me of that bit in succession, during connor’s wedding, when tom calls greg, which is one of my favorite moments in that episode too. taking the time in the middle of a tragedy to step aside and privately call a loved one for support, bc u need a minute to break down when uve been doing ur best to stay strong. i think torchwood is bad at handling grief and letting their characters experience it, so it’s a nice little moment that actually lets her grieve. that, and the glove clearly triggers her, so she got double whammied with the death of a friend + the reminder of the time she nearly died. again, in a show that doesn’t typically frame moments of weakness and pain very sympathetically, it’s refreshing.

idk why, but in ep7, when it goes back and forth between owen figuring out the murders + tosh crying to mary while she looks unsympathetically down at her… it’s just a well-filmed, cool scene, and i enjoy it. thrills me, heh. also owen adhd icon

aditd... maggie’s wedding… we’d been married less than an hour. scenes that got me. i think of maggie a lot. i think of that scene a lot. i think ‘the woman on the roof’ is my most listened to torchwood ost track, fff. it’s very special to me. that song reminds me of a thomas newman score.

tosh n owen’s deaths. of course. both of owens deaths actually, the second one is more impactful but the way nobody held him when he first died bc they were all in shock haunts me ;-;

#tdot #txt #I AM TRYING SO HARD TO NOT DO THESE SO LATE BUT. ARHGHGHHGHGH #me when i give myself a fun lil fandom challenge n it tURNS OUT TO BE CHALLENGING #ARGH!!!#but. here. take it

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appreciatingtokrev · 2 years ago

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my excuse of invading ur inbox today is to tell u abt my tr ocs 😁😁 and we will be discussing three of them today!! (mind u i havent thought abt these kids since like end of last year so bare w me if there are any blanks left)

OK SO first oc’s name is haitani reiko. if u havent already noticed she is in fact a haitani 😭 her nickname is sleeping beauty bcuz for abt like 2-4 years she’d been in a coma n shit but during a battle the haitani brothers were in against another gang she had woken up 🤯 and as the good bros they are they immediately left the battle to see their sister. so its kind of a given that theyre a bit overprotective of their lil sis. but she doesnt like how her whole identity in the gang world is being the younger sister of the haitani brothers so she wants to go out n kinda create her own identity yk? she isnt rlly a fighter but she joins a few minor gangs to get her name around. and i dont rlly think im gonna write her in anything rn cuz her character is rlly weak. but here is an old fanart i did of her :3 (i do have a picrew of her that i’ll show u at the end of this ask <3)

next is i think my fav child, futamo aisume<3333 im not even gonna lie he was kind of a self insert oc but i still love him 😭 hez written as shion’s child hood best friend, having the nickname “the great’s shadow” so hez kind of the side guy that patches up shion when hez injured, but he can still fight. he was in tenjiku w shion but once they were defeated shion kinda just left him behind (also cuz he went to jail lol) so idk prob wakasa took in futamo and brought him into brahman. hez got a similar kind of loyalty as sanzu to mikey and koko n inui and hez rlly blunt. the black cat to shion’s golden retriever imo<333

and last but not least there’s takumi! ngl i kinda just doodled him a bit in an old notebook but i loveddddd him. hez basically just bonten’s bartender, the guy who deals with everyone’s worries n someone they all trust to vent to a lot. sometimes all of bonten go to visit him at once but most of the time they all just go for a quick drink by themselves. takumi’s closest to maybe ran ig? ran’s a bit of a flirt to everyone so hez naturally like that when he meets takumi, and like takumi was kinda just like this is kinda funny, i like this guy. so he kind of matches ran’s energy at a subtle level. i wanna say takumi is an ex gang member from like a different region but when he moved to tokyo and started looking for a job, he had his connections from the past that led him to bonten.

so yeah! a bit messy kinda made some stuff up on the spot but those r my ocs<3333 love them all v much and i miss them so much my ocs era was good. so so good. but here are their designs :3 (in order of reiko, aisume and takumi)

taku you don’t need any excuses to talk to me <3 (actually nobody does i’d be happy if i got an anon ask that says ‘hi’ n nothing else tbh) but you especially don’t need one okok. but yes ocs!! 👁

ngl i love reiko’s nickname you’d assume that she’s like. idk pretty and always tired or smth idk but the actual meaning behind it is so much better...

no no no self inserts are cool >:( don’t talk him down like that adhjgdhf

honestly i have. not rlly any other thoughts 😭😭 but but but so far i really like your little guys (especially aisume-) they are. they make my brain go brr kinda but like just vibes and feelings no thoughts. idk. but i like them a lot yes yes

also. picrews <3

#elys n taku rambles #☆—`ask #i feel like my reply to this lacks smth.. like it’s kinda disappointing....#aa sorry but i fr don’t know what else to say 😭😭

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mygnolia · 3 years ago

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crush﹢relationship headcannons w/ chan!

pair -› chan x gn!reader

genre -› fluff, pure fluff

wc -› 1.1k

cw -› food mention (hot choco), one word abt barf

a/n -› ngl ive changed my a/n bc this has been collecting dust in the drafts and its so funny to see whenever i come back and chance it to “im in love” and then “man i wish they liked me back”

he probably smiles whenever he sees u

you two probably have mutual friends

like you and seungmin probably are friends and just mess around with jeongin

omg unstopabble trio fr

but one time seungmin in his lavish big rich boy house goes “lets have a sleepover”

yall playin word games bc its 2 am and obviously your braincells (do not) work

assuming yall can drink but if not we’ll blame it on the sleepiness

you’re just laughing rlly hard to this joke minho makes and everyone stares unimpressed at him and chan looks over and kind of

smiles at you

like this toothy moon crescent eye smile that has you thinkin about him

all fuckin’ night too

like you probably think about how it would feel if he smiled to you romantically

and your mind is reeling

anyways you fall asleep fast but chan can’t sleep and when he does its late

they def dont want to overwork him so they let him sleep as much as he can

bro yall fall for each other SO fast…(barfs)

yall probs go to the fair in town or like a pumpkin patch with games and he’s just admiring you from afar

proud smile lovesick grin holds your hand when you win smth

he definitely wins a large stuffie like a bear or an elephant

and i’d think he’d pull something slick like “hey lets trade stuffed animals i don’t like holding this one”

just would be a total sweetheart

i think he would drive you home! just very subtle glances soft smiles and all of your friends were like “placing bets they’re totally kiss”

when he nears your home he asks if he can kiss u

yes! ofc! i think he’s still a little shy so it was be rlly short and sweet!!

asks if he can talk to you tmr abt the whole thing and feelings

heart combustion? immediate? and all he’s thinking rn is “man i think they’re so wonderful and cute”

and YOU’RE thinking about how long you’ve been waiting and how you’re so giddy

u go to bed with a smile on ur face fs

you two talk it out, shy smiles and hugs and he admits he was scared you didn’t like him the way he liked you

but u do!! and everything is pretty sunshine and rainbows

i think chan would be as caring as he can between his work hours he still crams in a hug or shared dinners

school would be tough on both of you and though you might be sad you didn’t see or receive a text you yourself are probs cramming for finals so u understand

winter break!! it’s your three month anniversary plus christmas and u’ve been saving a bit of money up to get him whatever he might want

chan would be happy for the gift but he would be most excited to spend time with you

tries to stay as close as possible like holding hands, cuddling, head on your shoulder, just some sort of skinship because i feel like he wants to feel close to u?

UHM DOES CHAN LIKE HOT CHOCO

n e ways lets assume he does, would make u a lot of tea and hot choco since it’s easy

chan seems like the type to buy u smth like a necklace or a bracelet and make you a long handwritten letter telling you about how he just simply adores you

i think he’s just really in love with u like he never wants to lose you EVER

you would really think he’s a gem

you’re both honest and you both feel like it’s a bit unreal if you were to spend your whole lives together

like its not impossible, but he’s like a dream you’re afraid of waking up to experience a life without him yknow

i think you both have a clear grasp that you might not be his forever and vice versa, but he would never hold it against you if you two broke up or split

things happen, people drift apart or lose that feeling for their significant other

but you both think that time hasn’t come yet so you two enjoy each other for now for as long as u can

chan’s just always so sweet and you wonder what he finds in you

he doesn’t get it tho like he doesn’t get how u don’t see how wonderful u are for him when you ask if he still loves you or if he’s ever going to leave

chan: no i would never babe :(( you mean so much to me why would i ever do that to you without telling you first

he’s scared of losing you too though

worries that you’ll find someone who makes you laugh harder or makes you fall harder than how you fell with him and it makes him sick when he thinks about you with someone else

not because he’s jealous, but because he wouldn’t ever want to lose you simply because he loves you so much

he’d find so many flaws with himself and beats him up for it

and i think you’d have to remind him that you don’t love him because he’s perfect, but you love him for him and that’s what matters

sometimes there are rough patches and it’s okay! you two promise to talk about whatever might bother you as long as your comfortable with sharing and would discuss anything he notices in ur relationship

but it’s not like a scolding

everyone has different ways of communicating and sometimes chan just wants to make sure u know that he’s always here for you

and that he’s not going to push any of your boundaries

but he also expects the same which is reasonable! (he has his personal matters or things he wants to avoid talking about and you make sure not to overstep)

he just wants to make sure everything is alright and doesn’t want you neglecting yourself for other things

you always come first, he wants you to know it the best you can

and if you’re dealing with something he would definitely wait for you and remind you it’s okay to be vulnerable and express yourself, whether or not it’s to him or your friends or close ones

chan isn’t pushy with anything and is patient/observant when it comes to your relationship and u in general

yeah! things can get difficult but chan would try his best to support you through all of it

i think overall chan would love every part of you as best as he could

and he does a pretty good job!

UHHHHH hope…hope…u enjoyed my brainrot…? check my masterlist for more and lmk if u have any feedback bc this was just me ranting ish LMFAO

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marimarigxld · 3 years ago

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Hi! I'd like to request a scenario with Leo Valdez and a gender neutral reader who is an Apollo child? Reader patching Leo up and just fluff and maybe some light angst. Thank you so much

Just wanted to say, I am bad, BAD at angst. Sometimes I put little to no angst, sometimes I go overboard. I probs went overboard. Also, this is set during the time Leo was creating the Argo II. Since you wanted fluff I’ll probs make a part 2 where it’s fluffy

“Agh!” said Leo as you continue applying the balm on his wounds, who in the world decides that it would be a good idea to work a while injured?

Apparently, Mr. I burn my shirt every week does.

You sigh as you shook your head, Leo keeps on reopening his wounds at least once a month. Why can’t he just rest for once?

“You know the upcoming war with Gaea does not mean you have to reopen your wounds every month.” You said through gritted teeth, expecting a joke from Leo.

But instead, all you got from him was a slight nod of the head and a low “Mhm”

There’s definitely something wrong with him except you don’t know if you should bring it up.

Your brain scoured through memories of him during the past few days, Leo eating outside the unfinished ship, Leo working until 4 am and waking up at some ungodly time to work on the ship once more, Leo staying alone at the unfinished ship during the night-

You blinked as the realization washes over you. Oh God’s, Leo feels… alone.

I guess you can’t really blame the guy because his two best friends are now dating, leaving him to be the third wheel. But man, you felt bad.

Wrapping up your roll of bandages, you place your stuff back into the medkit before closing it.

You’re definitely going to find a way to bring that smile back on his face.

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #hoo #hoo x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo x reader

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seidenbros · 3 years ago

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Im Lost, I'm Found in You Ch. 2

Pairing: Geraskier (Geralt x Jaskier)

Summary: Geralt has been living in Jaskier's house for a week now, and he'd getting comfortable - as do Roach and Batman. But they also find out things about the other one that weren't that obvious in the beginning.

Warnings: mentions of loss/death, PTSD, anxiety, hurt and fluffffffff, please let me know if I need to put anything else here

Word Count: 2295

A/N: So, this is chapter 2 to this one that started out as ideas being thrown around, and ended up in a multi-chapter fic. It's shorter than the first chapter, BUT it was the perfect spot to end the chapter in my opinion. I hope you enjoy <3

Taglist: @bards-den @thededleadragoria

Maybe one day, someone will actually know who I am.

These words still resonated with Geralt the next morning – after he'd been able to sleep for a few hours, lulled to sleep by Jaskier's quiet voice in the distance, because he'd picked up his guitar again and kept on making music. It wasn't loud, but loud enough for him to hear it, and it was really soothing. No nightmares after he'd fallen asleep, and that had been the first time in... well, ever since he'd been back. He wondered what Jaskier meant with these words. It was one thing to sing about it, to cover a song because you liked it, but the words he'd said to his cat afterwards, the way his voice had sounded... It made Geralt rather curious. There was a lot that both men didn't know about each other, things they probably didn't even want the other one to know, but Geralt had liked Jaskier straight away. There was just something about the musician that lures him in, whatever that was.

After showering, Geralt walked down the steps towards the kitchen, because he really craved some breakfast and a good cup of tea before he went for a walk with Roach – who had already gone downstairs ahead of him to find a place in the morning sun. Right now, he didn't need her support, because this was a normal morning routine, he was in his own home – at least they'd established this place as home by now – so there was usually no need for her. She always knew that she had to be there during the night time, and her presence, when Geralt woke, calmed him down. As for breakfast, that was something he could manage all by himself, so that Roach could get some time to lounge around in a patch of sunlight that filtered in through the big windows.

“Good Morning,” Geralt says as he enters the kitchen, looking at Jaskier's bag, who was just getting something out of the cupboard. Immediately the musician stiffened – which Geralt attributed to the fact that it was still a little unusual that someone else entered the kitchen here – but he relaxed rather quickly.

“Morning,” was his answer, and when he turned around, he places a cup of tea right in front of Geralt. “I thought you might like one when you get up.”

“Thank you!” Surprise showed on Geralt's face, because he couldn't remember the last time someone had done something like this for him. Then again, it had been a while since he'd last lived with someone, or had even spent the night at someone's place, where they could have made him a cup of coffee or tea or anything at all.

“No prob... There's also some crumpets and scrambled eggs, if you want some.” Jaskier quickly looked away from him, feeling his heart pick up its pace. That man looked way too good with his hair still damp from the shower, eyes bright, and that smell... It made him dizzy in a good way, and that was not a good sign. It was just a little bit of physical attraction, nothing more. He could handle that. Yeah... Yeah he could. If only it hadn't been that long since he'd really had a crush on someone. For a good year, he'd been busy with other things, with grieving, with spending most of his time here – except for the gigs he had done and that had been a lot of fun, including flirting, but there hadn't been one person that had really piqued his interest. Until now. Until Geralt stood here in front of him, fresh out of the shower, light stubble covering his chin and cheeks, and that tiny little smile on his lips... That was a toxic combination for him, so he had to busy himself with getting food fro Batman ready, who was already sneaking around Jaskier's legs in anticipation of his bowl.

“I'm actually starving,” Geralt admitted, scratching the back of his neck. He'd had some food the previous evening, but he still had to manage his daily schedule and make sure that he actually ate his meals, and didn't return to I don't need to have lunch, I'll just have dinner. Back in Afghanistan, he'd grabbed something to eat whenever it had been possible. Now being able to have three proper meals, especially a real breakfast and not just a slice of bread on the go, was something, he still had to get used to. So, it was probably good, that Jaskier had made all of this.

“No surprise there,” the musician mumbled, but Geralt had heard him. With a sigh, Jaskier turned back to face him, seeing the unspoken question in his golden eyes. “I've noticed that you haven't really eaten a proper breakfast, since you moved in.” He put Batman's bowl down on the floor, which was met with a happy purring meow. “I don't want to sound like a mother, but you need your breakfast.”

“I know... I'm just not used to it. Being in the middle of a warzone, you always grab what you can and munch it down. Takes some time to adjust.” If Jaskier was surprised, he didn't show it. Geralt had said that he'd worked in Afghanistan, but not exactly what he had been doing there. He'd had his suspicions, and they had just been confirmed.

“Lucky for you... I'm not really able to cook for just one person, so there's always plenty of food, and you're more than welcome to take it.” Which... was only partly true. He was able to make some things for just one person, but usually when he cooked, he had enough to eat for two days. And ever since Geralt had moved in, he'd started to cook more, but not really on purpose. He'd just switched back to the days when' he'd cooked here together with his grandma. But there were also the days when he ordered food, and when it came to that... boy, was he a Gilmore Girl that ordered everything off the menu and had food for the next three days or so.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.” And Geralt couldn't put into words just how muchhe appreciated this, because it meant that there would probably be some routine in his day now. Routine that he would need, if he wanted to get back to his usual self. The person he'd been before everything had fallen apart. Before he'd returned battered and bruised from Afghanistan, not really knowing what to do with his life. He needed to find a new purpose somehow, but before that, he needed to have his everyday life in order. Roach helped with that, and living here with Jaskier seemed to help him as well.

Jaskier smiled at him, but left Geralt alone in the kitchen to enjoy his breakfast – and to get away from the sight before him, get some fresh air, and most importantly clear his head. A crush. He could deal with a crush, as long as it was just that... a crush. And anyway... nothing would come of that, he was sure of it.

When he walked through the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks. “Are you kidding me?!” he said more to himself than to anyone in particular – well, there wasn't anybody except for Geralt anyway – but he'd certainly gotten the man's attention, because all of a sudden, Geralt stood right next to him, a little, filling Jaskier's nose with the scent of Geralt's soap and his own scent. Something Jaskier couldn't explain. He could also feel Geralt's body heat radiating off him, feeling like it was burning Jaskier's own upper arm where they nearly touched.

“What is it?” Geralt's voice was a low rumble in his chest, when he tried to follow Jaskier's gaze. The sight made a full-blown smile appear on his lips. Jaskier was so stupid as to look at him and for a moment he simply stared. That smile lit up Geralt's whole face, softened his features and his eyes shone even brighter – if that was even possible. Jaskier was mesmerized by this picture, but had to tear his eyes away before Geralt caught up to it and saw the blush in the musician's face.

“And here I had worried that the two wouldn't get along,” he eventually managed after clearing his throat. Batman was curled up on top of Roach, both of them completely content with the other one, like yin and yang, as if they belonged together like this.

“Looks like they became friends,” Geralt said, his grin still in place when he looked at Jaskier. The musician turned to face him again, only mumbling yeahbecause he was once again captivated by the look on Geralt's face, by the way his eyes lit up and he could see the lines around them, showing that there had been a time when he'd laughed a lot. Jaskier could only imagine what Geralt had gone through, and one side of him wanted to know, but... That wasn't something he could just ask, especially not after knowing him for about a week.

“I heard you playing last night,” Geralt admitted, still so close to Jaskier that he could make out the different hues of blue in his eyes. Lighter around the iris, growing darker towards the white of his eyes. Geralt didn't back away from him, because... if he was honest, it felt good being so close to him, comfortable, familiar... even intimate, but he didn't shy away from this. No, he was rather curious to explore what this feeling was. It was Jaskier though, who broke this moment, when he stepped forward, not able to face Geralt right now. He didn't know just how much the other had heard, but he'd told him before that he didn't have to worry about him making music here. And then he'd gone and played in the middle of the night. Stupid,

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you with this, it's just... sometimes I can't sleep and I get the best ideas for songs then. I'll try to stop doing that.”

“Please don't!” His words made Jaskier turn around again, confusion written all over his face. “First of all, this is your house. Second of all... I was confused at first, but it was rather soothing, and actually managed to make me fall asleep.” Seeing the kind of defeated look on Jaskier's face, Geralt kept talking to clarify. “Please don't take it the wrong way, because your singing is wonderful. But I've had trouble sleeping, so that really helped me last night.”

“Okay... thank you.” Though Jaskier wasn't so sure whether Geralt was telling the truth, was being honest about this, he accepted it. Still, why would Geralt lie to him, when he could just say that he didn't want to hear any music in the middle of the night? He couldn't come up with a good reason, so he decided to believe him.

“And Irisis one of my all time favourite songs.” With another smile Geralt left Jaskier alone, though he stood there for a moment pondering the other man's words. They left him with a content smile on his lips, when he finally managed to get out into the garden and take a deep breath of fresh air.

The following night, it was Jaskier who woke with a start. He heard screaming, yelling from above, and needed to a moment to realize where he was and what was happening. It was three in the morning, not the time to have the TV blasting on full volume, and he knew that Geralt hardly ever turned on the TV, so that couldn't be it. After a moment though, he realized that it was Geralt screaming upstairs. Without thinking about it, simply clad in his boxers, he jumped up and sprinted up the stairs. But before he could knock on the door or even rip it open – because who knew if there wasn't someone in there trying to kill Geralt – the screaming had stopped. Heart besting rapidly in his chest, he stood there, trying to listen for any sound that might come out of the room. There was nothing at first, but then he heard Geralt's hoarse voice.

“Thanks Roach... good girl.” It was hard to make out the exact words for Jaskier, but at least now he was sure that nobody had climbed through Geralt's window to try and beat him to death or anything. “I know it's just nightmare, but they seem so real...” Jaskier's heart sunk for the man behind the door. Everybody had nightmares now and then, but with Geralt, with everything he'd probably seen, lived through... Jaskier shook his head. He wanted to help him, and then he remembered the conversation they'd had earlier in the day.

As quietly as possible, he walked back down the stairs and grabbed his guitar. This time, he didn't settle down in the bay window, but on the bottom of the stairs and started playing. Geralt had told him, that his singing had helped lull Geralt into sleep, so it was worth a try, wasn't it?

Dive and disappear without a trace, I just wanna be someone, Well, doesn't everyone? And if you feel the great dividing, I wanna be the one you're guiding, 'Cause I believe that you could lead the way...

A small smile was playing on his lips while he was singing, thinking that he really was able to help tonight.

#staffi writes #the witcher imagine #the witcher fanfic #the witcher au #the witcher modern au #modern au #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #julian alfred pankratz #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier fanfiction #jaskier my beloved #at this point I should probably make a spotify playlist for jaskier #all the songs I imagine him singing

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xbabybajix · 3 years ago

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Patch Me Up

Chifuyuxf!reader

I apologize in advance for any errors made! I’ll proofread it again later but hope y’all enjoy! (This was also posted from my ao3 acc)

SUMMARY: You’re at home studying while your friend/crush Chifuyu decides to pay you a visit after receiving a beating from another brawl with some gang members… what he doesn’t know is that you’re tired of his constant teasing and decided it’s payback time.

It was another long night for you, having to stay up and pull an all nighter in hopes you’d pass your upcoming exams. You looked out your window, deciding that the stars in the night sky were far more entertaining than the math problem in your text book

“Hmmm wonder what chifuyu is up to..” you wondered out with a hand resting on your cheek.

You began to day dream about the things you’d like to do once exams were over and released a yawn. “Ahh, i think i will take a well deserved nap after this problem” you think to yourself. It was the first out of 15 you had ledt to do.

Once you got up and did a few stretches you decide to grab some water from your kitchen and a smal snack. After having set down your things, you hear a sudden noise that was hitting your window

You felt a vein pop on your head out of annoyance “these damn kids don’t have anything better to do.. it’s almost 2 am what the hell is their prob- CHIFUYU??”

You were quick to slide your window open to let him in, you noticed he seemed to be strugging getting onto your balcony first and helped him out

“Here hold onto my arm”

“Thank you y/n… damn your pretty strong, being able to pull me up with just one arm” he snickers.

“Yeah yeah whatever, you already know this since I beat you at arm wrestling all the time” you say as you sling chifuyu’s body onto your shoulders.

“Cmon, you look like shit chifuyu what happened??”

“Heh. Thanks y/n! I always get butterflies in my when you insult me <3”

“Stop flirting and go lay down, I’ll go get my supplies” you flicked his forehead began to head to your restroom

“Can’t wait!” Chifuyu flashes that cheeky grin you absolutely adore.

You closed the door to the restroom and took a big breath “he’s going to be the death of me.. but I’ll show him two can play at that game..” you smile mischievously while biting your nail.

Once you headed out with your newfound confidence you swing the door open and see chifuyu sitting casually on your bed

“Alright ‘fuyu I got everything ready, now lemme take a look”

You gently touched his jaw and tilted his head towards yours,

Did he just blush??

“Be gentle yeah? My eye feels so tender right now”

“Yeah sure, but before I do that can you lay down on the bed for me? I’ll have a better look if your laid flat”

“Uhm what” chifuyu’s mind went blank for a second

“You heard me. Go on make yourself comfy” you looked at him with curious eyes testing him.

After all that talk, chifuyu suddenly feels nervous, not knowing your intentions, he gulps and begins to settle himself onto your bed. Once he’s gotten himself comfortable he takes a peek at you.

“Y/n I’m ready now, i think it would’ve been fine if i just sat down you know- WOAH Y/N WHAT ARE YOU-“

“HEY SIT STILL OR ELSE IM GONNA POKE YUR EYE OUT”

Chifuyu was so shocked by your bold actions but here you were, the girl he’s been crushing for years now is straddled right on top of him.. their faces so close together, he takes a glance at your face and appreciates the curved edges that align your lips, so plump and kissable.. what were we doing again?

“Earth to chifuyu, you need to lay back down ok? I patched up your cheek so I just need your eye” wait… did i just space out and stare at her lips while she was treating my wound??? Man that’s so creepy ugh

“You ok?” You tilt your head at the boy, acting like you didn’t know what he’d been doing

“Yeah I’m fine”

You giggled softly at him and began to lean towards his face

“Now stay still okay fuyu?” Your face starts to heat up when you felt a hand grab onto your waist

“Is this ok? I figured if i hold onto you, I won’t move” you weren’t buying that innocent face he was giving you but you also didn’t mind it one bit. You loved this dynamic you and chifuyu shared. It was so thrilling to be able to tease your crush and watch him crumble over the simplest of gestures. It went both ways though, chifuyu was able to fluster you with just his words and seeing you become squirmy and speechless made it worth it every time. But there was something about this that made it feel a bit more intimate, for some reason everytime chifuyu came back from having a brawl with other gangs, he always came back and asked you to tend to his wounds. After a few minutes of silence you decided to pop up the question

“Why do you always have me clean up your wounds fuyu? You know it’s not that hard, i can teach y-“

His hand suddenly grabbed your arm and he looks at you with serious eyes for the first time tonight “I don’t want to learn how, i just want to be able to come back to you every time, I know I seem to tease you a lot, but i do it because I really like you y/n. You’re too cute for your own good sometimes and it drives me nuts. Being able to be close to you in this way fills my heart with so much love that I feel it might jt explode to be honest. I feel like I just fade into your touch sometimes… it’s become addicting to me”

Woah… the pounding in your chest hadn’t been able to stop since chifuyu looked at you..

“Chifuyu… do you mean that or are you just teasing..?” You looked into his eyes searching for a hint that it was all a joke, but found nothing.

“Meant every word y/n.. i like what we have right now, but I just wanted to let you know that it’s not just games to me”

For some reason fear was not present for you today so with chifuyu’s response you leaned in and pressed a soft but chaste kiss onto his cheek, nose and finally lips. Your lips stayed there for a few more seconds before llettinf go only to see chifuyu looking speechless with a drip of blood coming down his nose.

“Hey your nose is bleeding pervert” you laughed.

“I SWEAR ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE! I GOT PUNCHED IN THE NOSE EARLIER Y/N BELIEVE ME” he pleaded, but you knew he was just messing around like usual again.

“Yeah okay, well I’m done here now. You can go home” you began to lift yourself off of him until chifuyu pulled you down for another kiss.

“That’s payback for earlier, you’re not as slick as you think you are y/n, but you did manage to get me riled up I’ll admit” you rolled your eyes slightly and cuddled next to him.

“I’ll take that as a win then <3” let’s just say that the math problem remained unsolved that night.

#chifuyu matsuno #tokyo revengers #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu x y/n #you x chifuyu #chifuyu imagines #draken #ken ryuuguji x y/n #tokrev kazutora #tokyo manji gang #baji x reader

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ha-hatdog · 4 years ago

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haru kato hcs

- what is it like to be dating haru kato?

omg excited about this cuz i want me some haru content. pretty boi needs tons of love and affection. we need more haru kato content. i demand it!

requested by @beef-tomatoes : can you do haru kato dating headcanons. here you have the frog man🐸 < |> /\ the frog man says: have a nice day💖😌✌

requests open

first things first - congrats on getting this man to be your boyfriend because boy oh boy you gonna get the best domestic life ever

haru kato is a simple man with a simple life who knows his responsibilities so expect perfect husbando and waifu qualities

cooking for you is his favorite thing to do. he loves being able to alleviate your stress, especially after a particularly troubling day at work/university

he loves it when you cook for him too. it makes him feel special and his heart just soars. this man will not leave the kitchen just so he can watch you working your magic with ingredients and spice while wearing that dumb dreamy face. he holds himself back from sliding behind you and embracing you because you look so good with an apron for the reason he doesn't want to distract you but most of the time he just does it because you're too cute

if you know how to cook, he'll give you tips here and there but will leave you to your cooking majority of the time

if you can't cook, expect a full blown cooking lesson from him because he said he won't be able to cook for you all the time and he'll be damned if you always order take out or buy those just microwave packages in convenient stores

if your cooking turned out good, haru will eat seconds and thirds, complimenting you every now and then after gulping down what he was chewing. will definitely ask you to cook more for him and if you can't, he'll brush it off saying maybe next time but internally he was pouty because he wants more. probably thinking of marrying you already

if your cooking turned out bad, he will tell you it could use a little more work, offer himself to help you, but he'll still eat it because you made it for him aww. still probably thinking of marrying you

dates with haru is sort of rare. crime doesn't sleep and nor does he so most of your dates are at his place - just watching a movie and eating whatever he cooked

he always has to have a hand on you or an arm over your shoulder. gotta make sure you're really there

but if he does have time, he will take you out on a simple date that benefits both of your interests. haru won't say but he'll always lean more in your interests in dates because he feels so bad for depriving you of his quality time. this is how he silently atones, plys he buys you small and thoughtful gifts

remember when i said crime doesn't sleep nor does he? well, haru gets tired often. it was natural because of his field of work. haru will hesitate to go to your place because he needs some loving and some caring but doesn't want to be a bother so he calls you to ask permission before going

will want to sleep with you once he gets there but you force him to eat because he needs to he healthy to continue being a detective. he will grumble while you make him food but his heart is soft that you think about his well being

"my girlfriend is best girl" he whispers in a slur, trying to keep himself from falling asleep in the dining room while eating

will drag you to your bed after eating and will pull you down with him on the bed. haru will have his arms draped around you and snuggle in your chest. he will let out a content sigh if you snuggle back and run your fingers through his hair

haru just want cuddles with his girlfriend after a hard day at work. spoil him please

haru will be happy if he wakes up and you're still in his arms but will scoff if you are not. haru will stand up no matter how tired he still is and drag you back to bed to continue your cuddle

tell me haru won't try pranking you and feeling bad after it

head pats while saying "sorry babe, i didn't mean to, i'm sorry, yes yes, i'll be a better boyfriend from now on. come here and give me a hug"

whenever you two bathe together, he loves it when you clean his back because he can feel the stress go bye bye with your soft fingers

he washes your hair and he sometimes tries to make stupid hairstyles with your lathered tresses and you'll always rate them

most of the times you take baths together, it is nonsexual. he just appreciates you being there

but haru will slip in a few rounds whenever you two feel like getting it on

soft dom but probs hiding a few kinks

forehead kisses is his favorite because he gets to see your happy face looking up at him whenever he pulls away

haru is definitely a tease whenever you try to kiss him - lips, cheeks, forehead, neck - you can't reach any of them even if you go on your tip toes because he's tall. he won't bend down so you can kiss him because you look so adorable trying so hard to give him love and affection

he'll probably be the one to kiss you after a few minutes of teasing. he can't help it. you look so cute

gah his heart is full

when haru gets jealous, he is irritated. he will come up to you, an annoyed glare on his face, and taking your hand.

haru goer grrr my baby but i won't hurt you or anything because my baby finds it bad but i'm warning you -

when you're the one who's jealous, he finds it amusing

he smothers his grin when you get adorably protective of him

he teases you about it but hugs you after to affirm that this man ain't going anywhere

laundry days are messy, messier than when the two of you have food fights

you two keep throwing drenched clothes or bubbles or water at one another

haru is merciless with laundry throwing fights

expect a shirt thrown swiftly at your face with a resounding SMACK

this boy ain't losin to laundry throwing fights

you always stop by the precint whenever you can just to visit haru

he used to hate it because his coworkers always flock around you whenever you come by but soon grew to love it because you seem to enjoy being around them and you gain nee friends

he'll talk you through his work process and he's very proud whenever you go all ooh ahh so cool because he has an ego and loves that you are interested in his work as much as he does to yours

he tries to be professional whenever at work but he'll sneak in a few kisses if he think nobody is looking. but not you tho, you kiss him whenever you want and wherever you want

someone is always looking so he gets teased quite a lot by his coworkers and he gets all blushy and tsundere aww

hugs with haru are always tight knit. the reason? because he loves holding you, that's literally it

did i mention piggy back rides? no? well, haru doesn't do them unless necessary like you're super tired or got a sprain but jump on his back and kiss him on top of his head and nyoom you are now on a piggy back ride

haru is a huge fan of discounts and coupons so you always have to help him find the best item there is that is discounted or you have coupons for

you gave him a small notebook to keep all his coupons and his face just goes (⊙o⊙)

hand holding in the market while shopping. he won't let you go until you're at the cashier because last time he let you get some items alone, he ended up going to the intercom to call for you

"y/n where are you? i just told you to get a soap and find me at the dairy section."

but he don't mind tho because it's a good excuse to keep you close to him

arguing over which product - any product at all - is better to buy. sorry to say this but haru wins all the time. you swear, this man has a sixth sense for which items to buy

arguments with haru is . . . well maybe that's for another time

but silly arguments with haru is common. fights over who gets to clean the dishes, who makes the bed, which movie or series is better, which cop movie superior, which food to eat, who is the big spoon - but they're all fun snd games

haru will make sure to win as the big spoon tho because again, he has a hidden ego and his heart swells when he sees how tiny you are compared to him

getting drunk with haru is always a rollercoaster. he's a rambling drunk? well, you're the agree with everything drunk

"the floor is too cold. why is it always cold? i just want warmth and peace" cue haru sliding on the floor with a red face because of the alcohol. he's very at ease with you so being stupid and childish is norm for him

"yes, yes, i agree, the floor is always cold. bad floor, you're making haru sad" then you slide with him on the floor

haru turns to you "you don't make me sad"

you turn to him "yes, i make you happy"

you two are just a pair of drunk lovebirds

patch him up when he gets hurt in his work

he won't feel much pain if it's you who's patching him up

he doesn't why but that's that

kiss his boo boos he likes them he's an actual bab for you

haru will always bring you to work/university. it doesn't matter if he is late as long as gets you there

actually it matters that he is late. he just never tells you so you won't tell him to stop. that's why once you're out of sight, after you exchange goodbyes snd kisses, you bet your ass he's speeding through the streets to get to the precint in time (got tickets from speeding but he hides them from you but you'll find out eventually lmao)

since he is a cop/detective, of course he had a gun. he won't bring it to your place but whenever you're at his place or at the precint, he'll allow you to hold it, with him supervising of course, and he'll probably teach you how to fire a gun in a range

will catch you whenever you suffer the recoil of pulling the trigger

will pull a cheesy line like "falling for me now, huh?"

when daisuke joins the precint, haru is less than thrilled

since you always visit him and he became partners with daisuke, that meant you have meet to this rich bastard

and he doesn't like it because

1) he's rich af

2) he's somewhat arrogant

3) he doesn't want to admit it but daisuke is handsome

he is 101% fuming when he sees you talking to daisuke than him. his mind reverts back to all those times you always talk to him in the precint when in reality you were just talking to daisuke for 3 minutes

haru is overdramatic and

insecure

he's scared that you'll leave him for daisuke

daisuke has everything. money, looks, fame - he can't even buy you something extravagant. he's still saving up for your birthday, doing overtime and stuff while still buying you small gifts when daisuke can just give you the whole world with a snap of his finger

it'll eat him up alive

he just wants to spend the rest of his life with you but maybe you'll be happier with daisuke?

when you learned this, you just burst out of tears because

this baby is sad and scared of losing you

so you did something to make him assured you only want him and planning to be with him always

haru has always insisted that you move in with him after a year of being together

and then you show up at his place with your stuff and saying "I'll grab more of my stuff tomorrow so help me move in"

haru has never been so happy and excited that he cooked a whole feast for the two of you

you two gets stomachaches the day after

so you stay in his bed the whole day being lazy and snuggling

haru turned off his phone when daisuke was calling him because duh he's spending precious time with his lovely girlfriend

in conclusion, haru kato is whipped for you

oh, by the way, you and daisuke partnered up to mess with haru and now haru has one less braincell because it decided to be best friends with the braincell that always has money in its disposal

"she better be happy i love her"

haru loves you vewy mooch

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