#now imagine an angst where reader decided to join them because of her feelings for suguru alone

[sqtorux]

I'm sure this has been done before but can't get this trope out of my head since i dreamed of it last night, and had to get it out.

Person A (stalker/villain): You're never escaping from me again, I'll keep you with me forever, even after your death

Person B (either civilian or hero obsessed with the Person A): You promise?

let's TALK about it hueueuhueue :33

the first person on my mind was yuta like i cannot escape the obsessive possesive yuta narrative pls.

but. the villain is making me think of suguru. so let's expand a liiiittle there.

so suguru deflected right? now you're not really close to him or any other person from his class. you had just been a new student, starting school with nanami and haibara when you heard of the beautiful senior betraying the jujutsu society.

you can't tell exactly how everything led to this point but somehow, you ended up so invested in his cult. first, it started out of pure curiosity but then slowly and slowly, your intrigue got the better of your judgement when you decided to approach confront him.

suguru knew of your spies and secret listen ins, he was smart and you weren't exactly a pro at concealing your traces either. the confrontation led to a fight of you utterly losing, bleeding out on the ground with your vision blurring more and more by the second.

suguru towered over your helpless body with an all too gentle smile which shouldn't have made you feel so comforting, considering how he was the one put you in this position in the first place.

luckily for you, he won't let you die. he just needed to teach you a lesson, he never really liked people who stood in his way but you, you seemed to change your mind with the way your pupils dilated as he moved closer to wipe blood away from your face.

"aw poor thing" he chuckles and you hate the way your body heated up, shouldn't it be cold since you're losing this much blood?

"don't worry. i got you now, you're not going away from me anytime soon hm?" suguru knows he has completely won you over by the way your head nods weakly.

"you promise?" your voice was barely a whisper as you search for any type of deceiving in his pretty face. if you found any, you choose to ignore.

"i promise."

and that was enough for suguru to accept you into his cult. his family, if you will.

[moonchild9350]

Sign The Dotted Line (Chapter One)

Series Summary: You are an ordinary person, working an ordinary job, nothing too special until you come across an ad for an application to become the new company assignment girlfriend of Lee Minho. You take the chance to apply and what happens next changes your life forever.

Pairing: idol Minho x fab reader

Genre (series as a whole): fluff, angst, smut-18+ MDNI

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings (this chapter): none

Notes: Welcome to the Sign the Dotted Line series! I'm super excited to release the first chapter! Don't worry, Minho makes an appearance but it'll be much later in the chapters.

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You remember exactly where you were the day you got the email, what you were doing, how it felt outside. You remember exactly how you were feeling the day your life changed forever.

“Hmmm what should I wear to tonight?” You asked your friend Lexi. You were having a tough time picking out an outfit, both you and your friend planning to go out tonight. You both had a tough week at work, deadlines were approaching to secure a major deal and tensions were high. Now it was Friday, Lexi suggesting you both go out to take your minds off work. Of course you agreed, needing any type of distraction you could get.

“Wear that crop top with your leather skirt,” Lexi said, pulling out the clothes from your closet.

You took the outfit, agreeing with her choice. Slipping it on, you stopped in front of the mirror, making sure everything was in place. Lexi made her way to you, phone in hand.

“Selfie time!” Lexi shouted, you covering your ears at her outburst. You giggled and posed, Lexi taking multiple pictures of the two of you. Lexi’s phone dinged, notifying her that the ride share was here. You grabbed your phone and bag and followed your friend out the door, walking to and sliding into the car.

The night was filled with fun. You both danced the night away, work completely forgotten. You did have a drink or two…or four, your head fuzzy but not enough to not know where you were or make a fool of yourself. Your feet were started to hurt, the combination of hours of non-stop dancing and heels taking its toll on your poor feet. You both decided to finish dancing to the song playing and then leave.

Lexi ordered another ride share, both of you waiting outside. The fresh air was refreshing, a slight breeze blowing to cool you off. You browsed your phone, clearing out your notifications. As you were waiting, you visited your favorite band Stray Kids website, looking for any new updates. There was one new notice, asking for applications to be considered to become Lee Minho’s girlfriend. You blinked your eyes once, twice, and then read the notice again, in disbelief at the ad. This was a prank. Yes, most definitely a prank played by the company.

Tapping Lexi’s shoulder, you showed her the ad. “What?! Is this real?” She shrieked.

“Looks like it,” you said, a frown on your face. You loved Minho, he was your bias after all. How cool would it be to become his girlfriend? It’s not like you haven’t imagined this exact scenario in your dreams.

Lexi was scrolling through the notice before handing you back your phone. “You need to apply!” She said while winking at you.

“Hell no!” You said. “I’d never be picked. I mean look at me! Why would THE Lee Minho want to date me?”

“Because you’re hot as fuck,” Lexi responded laughing. “It won’t hurt. Worst case scenario is you’d never hear back from them.”

You considered your friend’s statement. She was right. Why not take the leap of faith and apply. It would be a dream come true after all. “Ok, I’ll do it,” you said right as the ride share pulled up.

“That’s my girl,” Lexi said getting in the car before you. You looked out the window the whole ride back to your place, thinking about what you were about to do. Once inside, you changed into some more comfy clothes and slipped into bed, Lexi following suit as she was staying over. You pulled up the notice once more, reading it over.

“What is it asking for?” Lexi asked, leaning over your shoulder to get a closer look.

“Besides basic information like name, birthday, they want to know my occupation, family history, of course where I live, and a background check. They’re asking more information too. It’s like they want my whole life story,” you said nervously chuckling.

“Well makes sense doesn’t it?” Lexi said yawning. “They have to make sure whoever they pick isn’t a pyscho.”

It did make sense. I’m sure they only wanted the best for Minho. Someone who could withstand dating an idol, but also probably for Minho’s safety too. You started filling out the information they wanted, hoping even just a little that you would be considered. It took you a little over an hour to finish the application in its entirety. You let out a breath after submitting the application. You looked over at Lexi to let her know you were done, but noticed she was passed out, little snores coming from her mouth as she slept.

You set your phone on its charger and turned out the lights, settling in for the night. There’s no way they would choose you let alone consider you. Right?

You felt something hit your nose again and again. You scrunched up your nose, eyes fluttering open to identify what had disturbed you from your slumber…or more so who had disturbed you. You opened your eyes to see Lexi hovering above you, booping your nose with her finger.

“Wake up,” she said as she kept booping your nose.

“Ok, ok I’m up. “ you groaned, swiping her hand away and rubbing your eyes. You sat up in bed, letting out a yawn. Lexi handed you a cup of coffee fixed exactly how you liked it. You graciously grabbed the cup, taking a sip before cradling it in your hands.

“So, did you submit the application? Am I looking at the girlfriend of Lee Minho?” She asked smirking.

You laughed, shaking your head. “I’m not going to be Minho’s girlfriend. There’s so many other people out there that would be better for him.”

Lexi scoffed, “please, you’d be perfect for him. Don’t put yourself down.”

You just shrugged, getting out of bed to get ready for the day. After getting dressed, you took your cup and went to sit in the living room. You checked your email, looking for any word from the company. You were trying not to get your hopes up. There’s no way they would choose you. Not in a million years.

The rest of the weekend passed, your days spent at home relaxing, and preparing yourself for another hell week at work. You hated this job with a passion, sitting at your desk all day, discussing projects and sitting in meetings. You wanted to quit, but the pay was great, allowing you to live in a decent area in town. But if someone offered you another position, you would take it in a heart beat, getting away from the constant stress and toxic workplace.

The beginning of the week came and went by quickly, your days spent at work, just to come home, eat, and pass out from exhaustion. You only had to get through one more day and then you were off. You had been checking your email daily, multiple times per day at that, looking to see if you had any emails in regard to the little application you submitted over the weekend. Each time you checked however, your hopes were squashed, your email only being filled with spam.

You made dinner, and sat in the couch propping your feet up. You let out a sigh before digging in. You went back to your phone, scrolling through social media. After eating, you sat down your plate and settled in to watch tv. The night went on, you dozing off after a hard day.

You woke up with a start, looking around to see where you were before realizing you were safe at home. Rubbing your eyes, you got up from the couch and walked to your bedroom and got into bed. you checked your phone before setting it down for the night and noticed you had a new email. The title was in Korean and your breath hitched a little. Clicking on the email, you held your breath as you read the words in front of you.

They wanted to interview you tomorrow if possible before advancing you further in the process. Looking at the time they requested would be right toward the end of your work day. You’d have to step away for the video chat. You were more than happy to do so. You replied with a yes and set your phone down, closing your eyes to sleep and dream of the possibilities in your future .

The next morning, Lexi stopped by, coffee in hand so you could go to work together. You were giddy, practically bouncing on your feet, as you scampered through your apartment to finish getting ready for work. Your friend noticed something was up. You were never this happy to go to work or this happy in the morning period.

“Ok, what gives? Why are you so happy?” Your friend asked you, watching as you turned away to hide your face. You continued fixing your lunch, a smile on your face.

“So I checked my email last night before bed and um I got an email from the company asking to do a video interview today. “ you continued to prep your lunch, waiting for your friend’s reaction.

“Holy shit really?” She said, clapping her hands in excitement. “See I told you! You’re a catch, I knew they’d be interested.” You turned to face Lexi, a huge grin on your face.

“What time is the interview?”

“8am Korea time so 6pm our time. I’ll be working late today, so I’ll have to find somewhere to sit for the interview.”

Lexi nodded, “well you could always use the conference room. It’ll be empty by then.”

You shook your head in agreement. Making sure you had all your stuff for the day, you looked at friend and said, “ready?”

Lexi sighed, “no not really, but don’t have a choice do I?”

You grinned, grabbing your keys, “nope!”

Work was hell per usual, your day filled with answering calls and working on projections. You were stressed, every client you dealt with today must have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, because everyone was pissy. But, the hours dragged on, the office buzzing as everyone worked on their various projects.

It was getting closer to 6pm so you grabbed your laptop and pulled up the video invite, making sure everything was ready for when the time comes. Satisfied, you picked up the laptop and made your way to the conference room, shutting the door behind you. You took a seat and made sure everything looked ok around you as well as made sure your outfit was fixed, wanting to make a good impression. At least you could look good if nothing else.

You logged in and waited for whoever to enter the meeting room. At exactly 6pm, someone popped up on screen. She was really pretty, long black hair cascading down past her shoulders, with light makeup on to accentuate her features. She smiled at you before speaking in Korean. Shit, you thought, you didn’t know anything in Korean besides hello and I love you.

You felt stupid as you politely stopped her before saying, “Im sorry, I don’t speak Korean.”

She looked taken aback for a moment. Great, you thought. She’s probably thinking why would you apply for this if you couldn’t even speak the language. You felt your face getting hot, embarrassed at this setback. However, the woman just smiled and apologized, this time in English. You let out a breath, happy that she didn’t think you were crazy…at least she didn’t show it.

Despite the little hiccup in the beginning, the rest of the interview went well. She asked you a ton of questions about yourself and your personality. She also inquired about your job and asked about details for that. You felt exposed, sharing things that even your best friend would most likely not know. She also asked you how you deal with pressure, which you answered to the best of your ability. You had some experience with how to deal with pressure in your current job, so it was helpful when you came up with a response for her. She also ran through scenarios with you, such as what would you do if people spoke not so kindly about you online or what would you do if paparazzi came up to you and started asking questions about Stray Kids. Of course you had no experience with this type of situation, so you just came up with the best answer you could, answering as truthfully as you could.

For over an hour, you sat there and answered question after question. At the end of the interview, she informed you they would run a thorough background check on you and would notify you if they want you to proceed. You thanked her for her time and said goodbye, shutting your laptop and leaning back in your chair. You took a deep breath and let it out, happy that was over with. That was more nerve wracking than the interview you had for your current job.

You gathered your stuff and exited the conference room, making your way back to your cubicle. Lexi was sitting in your chair waiting for you, no doubt ready to ask you how the interview went. You shook your head indicating not here and packed up your stuff to go home. Lexi got the hint and nodded, leaving to go pack her stuff up as well. You both left the building, making your way to the subway.

After walking a while you told Lexi all that occurred during the interview, how you were asked lots of questions and what she told you before ending the call.

“Whew, that’s a lot y/n. I get it though. She has to know your whole life story if you’re going to go on to date an idol.”

You nodded, agreeing with your friend. You secretly hoped you would get to the next step, but only time would tell. You parted ways with Lexi once you got to your stop, saying goodbye. You were happy it was the weekend as you were more than ready to do nothing and just rot on the couch.

Once back home, you got ready for bed, snuggling into your blankets, happy to be home. You closed your eyes and dreamed of sweet dates with a man, holding hands while walking down the street, going on picnics with him. The man was Minho, your mind already keen on the idea of dating him. You slept soundly that night, content with your dreams.

The weekend passed quickly, as they often do. It was Sunday night once again, and you were cleaning up your apartment, when you got a notification on your phone. You picked up your phone to check it, thinking it was probably Lexi, but you noticed it was a new email. You opened up the notification, quickly skimming over the contents of said email. What you read made you drop the towel you were holding. You read and then reread the email.

They picked you. You were to be Minho’s girlfriend. You were in shock, but also super happy. You did a little dance around your apartment, too happy to stay still. After a mini celebration, you called Lexi to share the good news. She was ecstatic for you, joining in on your celebration.

“So what’s next? What do you have to do?” Lexi asked once you both calmed down some.

“It looks like I have to fly out to Korea in 2 weeks to officially start my role…” your voice fading out with the realization how soon that would be. You would have to put your notice in for your job tomorrow and start packing up your stuff. It was definitely going to be a busy two weeks.

“Well you know I’ll help you. Damn, that means you’ll be in a whole other country.” Lexi said. “I’ll miss my bestie.”

“I’ll miss you too! But we can always talk and video chat!”

Lexi agreed, “you better!”

You chatted with your friend for a little longer before hanging up to get ready for bed. It was a normal workday tomorrow after all. You could hardly sleep though that night, your brain stuck on the fact that your life was about to drastically change in the next few weeks.

The day had arrived for your flight to Korea. Lexi went with you to the airport to see you off. You gave her a big hug. You were going to miss your friend, but would try to fly her out so she could visit once you were settled.

“Let me know when you land ok?” Lexi said. Her eyes were glossy and you could tell she was trying not to cry. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Me too,” you said, trying not to cry yourself.

Right then, an announcement overhead announced that your flight would be boarding soon. You sighed, giving your friend one last big hug, before grabbing your bags and walking to the gate to board. Once your ticket was scanned, you looked at your friend once more and gave her a wave before walking down ramp to get to the plane. This is it. You were really going to Korea to date an idol. You settled in your seat for a long flight.

You slept most of the way, exhaustion from the last few days catching up to you. You had landed a while ago and had retrieved your suitcase. You made your way outside, looking for the company car that had been sent to fetch you. Locating the car, you slid in looking out the window at the unfamiliar city around you. It was busy, the workday having just started.

The car brought you to the company building, pulling up to the curb. The driver got out to help you out of the car. You thanked the man before walking through the front door. You showed your email to the security guard at the front desk. He nodded and made a call, presumably to the manager of Stray Kids. He motioned for you to sit, which you did.

A few minutes later, the same woman who interviewed you walked toward you, extending her hand out to shake yours.

“Y/n,” she said. “It’s nice to meet you in person. Was your flight ok?”

“Nice to meet you,” you responded. “It was a nice flight, thank you.”

She smiled at you before gesturing toward the elevators. “Shall we?”

You nodded and grabbed your bag before following her to the elevators. She punched the number five and stepped back, the both of you standing in silence as the elevator ascended. Once on the floor, she motioned for you to follow her.

“So you can drop your stuff in my office. We’ll go over some logistics. Have you look over and sign the contract and then you can meet Minho.”

You were taking in the halls around you, while trying to listen. “Ok, sounds good,” you said. You both came to a door, before she pushed it open, allowing you to step into the room first. She pointed to a chair in front of a desk. You took a seat and waited for her to speak. She briefed you on your role, which was to be the company appointed girlfriend to Lee Minho, one of the members to Stray Kids. You were to serve your role for a minimum of two years and at that time the contract could be extended or terminated. She went over some other things as well, before handing you the contract to sign.

You took the paper and pen she handed to you, took a deep breath and signed your name on the line. It was official, you were Minho’s girlfriend….at least on paper.

“Well are you ready to meet Minho?” She asked you.

You swallowed before meekly saying yes, your nerves getting the best of you. What if you made a fool of yourself? What if he laughed at you and thought you a joke? Your mind went through a million questions, not noticing that the manager had left.

A few minutes later, she walked back into the office, a man in tow. He had on gray sweat pants and a white t-shirt on. In all his glory, Minho stood before you. You were speechless.

The manager looked between you two before saying, “Minho this is y/n. She will be your company appointed girlfriend. I’ll leave you for a moment to get acquainted.”

You watched as she walked out the door, softly closing it behind her. You looked from the door to Minho, his eyes trained on you and…was that a scowl? He didn’t look happy to see you, but that couldn’t be it right? He didn’t know you enough to hate you right?

Taking a breath, you decided to suck it up and introduce yourself. “Hi Minho, I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you! I hope we’ll get along well.” You said with a smile on your face. Minho just looked at you, his eyes hardened. The man was glaring at you and it was making you uncomfortable. You had no clue what to do or say. Despite this, you were not prepared for the words that would come out of his mouth as he continued to glare at you.

“I don’t need you, you should go back home.”

You watched as he turned on his heels and walked out the door, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

Well shit, you thought. This is going to be fun….not.

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[fookingmuffins]

Say something babe

James potter x reader

Angst

I have not written anything in years and English is not my first language, so pls be kind. I'm trying to do things that scare me (posting my writing) just to get over my fears, and I hope you guys enjoy. (Or not since it's angst sksksk) also, this is not proofread at all I kinda wrote it in my notes and ran imma edit it tomorrow when I'm not half asleep

Pic creds to @/sofflllll on pintrest

You giggled quietly as you were sneaking into the Gryffindor common room with the help of your best friend Penny to surprise your boyfriend. You had been dismissed from your last club meeting before break earlier than expected, and you were dying for a cuddle session after barely seeing him this last week with the many activities you had been doing from extra classes to the clubs you were part of.

"Oi potter! You got to tell me, mate, what's the matter between you and y/n?" You abruptly stopped with Penny looking at each other as you heard your name being mentioned between James and a voice you recognized as Castor, one of his quidditch buddies and a guy who had been randomly getting flirty with you despite your protest and the fact the whole school knew you were with James. You had mentioned to James how uncomfortable Castor made you feel before, but he brushed it off and always seemed preoccupied with other matters, assuring you Castor was just being a boy.

"What about her?" James said with an uncomfortable chuckle

"Well, you're clearly messing with Evans recently, so I was wondering where that would leave her at tonight's party?" You felt Penny squeeze your hand and pull it a little as tears welled up in your eyes. Messing with Evans? You had been with James for a year now, and you knew he liked Lily before, but that was long over before you two got together when they decided they were better off as friends. You held your breath as you waited for James to say something, to deny that something was happening between him and Lily and tell them off because you were his but all you heard was his signature boyish laugh that usually got you grinning like a fool and made your bad days better but this time all you felt was a knot form in your throat.

Penny tried to pull your hand to get the two of you out of there but all you did was shake your head and pull her back, you were frozen in place and needed to hear more despite everything in you telling you to run. "She's all yours if she'll have you mate. Might help me distract her a bit while Lily and I have some fun." A knot formed at the back of your throat, and you tried to swallow it as you blinked to stop the tears that were threatening to spill, but you just couldn't.

"OH come on, Potter, you cannot be serious, I really thought she was gonna be your wife once we left Hogwarts." You heard Percy, another teammate, say. "The girl seems head over heels for you and half the school wanted her, and she chose you"

"That's just it! She is so obsessed with me, it's suffocating! Definitely would never marry her. Can you imagine that? At Hogwarts, I at least get away from her when I'm in the common room, but having to live with her seems like torture to me. Especially with all her stupid friends always around" After hearing that you turned around leaving Penny behind and ran out of the portrait you had just been so careful to pass through unnoticed. You could hear Penny try to catch up to you and call out your name once you were a bit far from the Gryffindor entrance, but you just kept running, although you felt like you couldn't breathe and your vision was blurry. Had he always felt that way about you? Maybe you had done something wrong and that's why he was saying that. You probably were clingy, but you were just trying to help and show him you were there for him despite the many activities you had gotten yourself involved with since you joined Hogwarts.

As soon as you got into your dorm, you started packing the last few things you were gonna take over spring break, checking the time and realizing you could still make the night train. You were supposed to leave the next day with James and all of his friends after spending the day at Hogsmade, but he obviously would prefer it if you didn't. When you were ready you stood in front of your door slowly feeling the knot in your throat fade along with that uncomfortable pang in your chest, suddenly you felt nothing, It's like James Potter had so much control of my emotions you didn't know what to feel anymore.

When you made it on the train, you sat in an empty cabin away from the few passengers who were also on board and just stared at the seat in front of you. You wanted to be mad to feel something, but everything in you had turned numb, and you felt sleep take over from the crying you had done earlier.

Part 2?

[arcane-vagabond]

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Three and a Half

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Three and a Half

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger Warnings: Mermaids and fluff with a hint of angst.

Word Count: 1,509

A/N: I've decided to count this as it's own little mini-chapter because it's too long to be a blurb lol So we're going to call it Chapter Three and a Half! If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! Also, if you DO NOT fill out the form below (Tag List) then you will not be tagged! I will be referring to that Google form from now on! As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under arcane_vagabond where I also post my updates!

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The water was cool against Jake’s skin, the pleasant stillness of the ocean wrapping around him as he scoured the floor for the perfect items. A woven bag hung off his shoulder, floating up and away from his body as he moved through the water. The smaller fish darted away from him as he passed, the bigger ones eyeing him suspiciously. Jake paid them no mind, too focused on the task at hand.

He had already pried open several oysters to dig out the pearls that currently sat in his satchel, and he had even found a perfect conch that he was saving for a later time. He didn’t want to start off too showy in case you would find that distasteful. Besides, the thought of actually being able to hand you the conch shell put a smile on his face. No, for now he would settle for the pearls combined with the calico and whelk shells. He just hoped that he wasn’t veering too far in the opposite direction that he came off as not caring. Because he did. He cared a lot about what you thought.

Impressing and talking to girls had always come easy to Jake, but that was probably because he knew that he would more than likely end up with Mandy. Mandy wasn’t a horrible choice, quite the opposite in fact, but Jake always felt like there was something out there waiting for him. Now he knew why. Now he had another option. Now…now he felt the pressure most everyone else felt when it came to a significant other. He wanted things to be perfect for you, and now that he thought back to the shells in his satchel, he frowned.

He had gotten Mandy some shells once, back when they had first presented. He had wanted to make an effort for her, so sixteen year old Jake Seresin had spend hours at the bottom of the ocean floor picking out what he thought were the perfect gifts for his supposed betrothed.

But when he had handed them to Mandy, a proud smile on his face, she had laughed at him.

“Jake, be serious,” she had giggled, eyeing the shells in her hands. Jake’s smile had dropped, staring at her. “I’m not interested in stupid, old customs like this. If you’re going to get me something, get me something that matters.”

Jake had laughed it off at the time, but the sting of those words still hung over his head, and he paused on top of some coral as he thought about what it was he was doing.

What if you also thought the shells and pearls were stupid? What if you didn’t like them? What if you just threw them back into the sea?

What if you laughed at them?

Jake wasn’t sure he could take that kind of rejection from you. He was sure it would destroy him, in fact.

But then he thought back to how shyly you had looked at him when he had introduced himself to you, and he knew that you would never do that. Not to his face, anyway.

So he made his way towards the surface, looking for the shadow of the Floyd’s boat. He knew that’s where you’d be after the little confrontation with his friends earlier, and his temper flared at the thought of Bradley’s words.

“Figure your shit out with Mandy. If you don’t, then Skipper is fair game.”

He wasn’t sure how much his friend had meant those words. True mates were sacred, after all, but Bradley was as stubborn as they came. So Jake wasn’t too keen on taking any chances.

He spotted the silhouette of the boat rocking with the waves, and he quickly made his way towards it. He popped his head above the water, making sure to stay out of sight from the three people on board. Peering over the ledge at the back of the boat, he saw Walter and Bob engrossed in their fishing, and his eyes drifted down to where you lay on the wood of the deck, arms crossed beneath your head and one leg bent while the other stretched out. Jake stared at you, like he was under some kind of trance. You were beautiful, he knew that of course, but every time he saw you, it hit him just as hard as it did the first time. He hoped that a day never came where the breath wasn’t knocked out of him at the sight of you.

He took in the mark on your neck - his mark. It glimmered in the fading sunlight, a notice to all those that looked upon it that you were spoken for and that anyone who tried otherwise would have to deal with him. He could smell how your scent had changed since he placed it there. It was still sweet, a pleasant mix of sunshine and something floral, but now there was a hint of him added to it that gave it a certain spiceness. Jake practically purred at the thought of that change being permanent.

Your chest rose and fell softly as you basked in the summer sun, the beams beginning to lessen as it sank towards the horizon. You let out a contented hum in your sleep, mouth twitching up into a short-lived smile before evening out again. God, he wanted to hold you.

Jake smiled softly as you stirred from your nap, curling your other leg up as you stretched your arms out. He smiled softly at the way your own lips curled into a lazy smile, arching your back as you sat up. Ducking when you moved to stand, he could hear the sound of your conversations with Bob and Walter.

He knew he should be getting back to shore. He had made plans to meet with Mandy, to tell her that the future she had envisioned for the two of them would now only include her. He dreaded her reaction.

Jake heard footsteps approach the ledge, and he quickly moved around to the side of the boat, peeking around the corner as he saw you come into view. He watched as you stopped, spotting the gifts he had left for you, crouching down to get a better look. A smile twitched on his lips as he saw a spark of excitement alight in your eyes.

“Bob, come look at this!” You hollered over your shoulder, never taking your eyes off the shells you held in your hands. Jake felt a tinge of annoyance when you called for another man to come see the gifts that he had brought for you, and it only deepened as he watched the other man crouch down beside you. You held the shells out to Bob, and Jake almost saw red, but stopped at your next words.

“Aren’t these amazing?”

Pride swelled within him as he took in your excitement. It had been him. Him and no one else that had made you so happy. His cheeks started to ache from how hard he was smiling.

“These are some of the best specimens I’ve ever seen! And look at all of these pearls!”

Jake had taken a gamble at starting off with the less impressive finds, and his fingers itched at the prospect of seeing your reaction to the grander gifts he had already collected.

You stretched your hand out to show Bob the pearls you held in your hand, and the bespectacled man peered down at them with a frown.

“These are beautiful, aren’t they?” You all but whispered, staring at the orbs with a twinkle in your eye, a smile dancing on your lips.

Jake ducked under the surface, knowing that if he didn’t leave then, that he would risk exposing himself. He would when the time was right, but Jake knew that he was in a precarious situation.

You weren’t from North Island, and you had no idea that creatures like him even existed. The shock would be too much right now. No, he and the others would have to ease you into the idea of it all first, or risk scaring you off. He couldn’t bank on the bond keeping you there with him if he revealed the truth to you now, and the thought of you rejecting him? Seeing him as a monster? No, he couldn’t afford to think about that.

Instead, he thought about how you smiled at his gifts, cradling them so gently in your small hands. Yeah, his cheeks were definitely aching with how hard he was smiling. A song burst from his lips, echoing far and wide, one he was sure would be heard by almost everyone. He didn’t care, though. He didn’t care that he was about to go and endure Mandy’s wrath. He didn’t care that you hadn’t fully accepted him yet. He didn’t care about any of it. For the first time in a long time, Jake felt true happiness.

He wanted to hold onto the feeling for the rest of his life.

[vivalas-vega]

into you / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

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into you / jake ‘hangman’ seresin x reader

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: drinking, angst, miscommunication

You stood off to the side of the hangar after touching back down on the ground overlooking Jake and Phoenix as they laughed and talked about the training exercise, feeling your stomach twist in dread as you did. Phoenix looked ethereal, just as she always did, with the setting San Diego illuminating her profile and a smile bright enough to blind you… you couldn’t even be disappointed, of course the Navy’s two most beautiful pilots would just gravitate towards each other.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Rooster asked suddenly from beside you and you jumped as you placed a hand over your heart, looking around to try and see where the hell he might have come from.

“Can you like… announce yourself?” you asked, pulling yourself away from watching your heartbreak in real time to instead busy yourself with heading towards the locker rooms and of course Rooster was hot on your tail. 

“I said your name three times,” he pointed out and you rolled your eyes. “Seemed to be staring awfully intensely there… which one is it?”

“What are you talking about?” you tried to deflect, pushing the doors open and grabbing your civilian clothes from your locker as he leaned against the one beside yours. 

“I’ve been watching you watching them for a few weeks now but what I haven’t been able to observe is which one actually has your attention… unless it’s both?” he asked, genuinely curious as you let out a sigh.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Roo,” you said and he just smirked at you.

“Sure sure,” he finally decided after a moment of pondering his response, “you coming to the bar?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you there,” you said with a soft smile as you unzipped your flight suit and Rooster took that as his cue to leave. You were terrified that he had been the one to pick up on it, you loved Rooster with your whole heart but you had never pegged him as the observant type, or one to even care enough to try and put the pieces together. Your only saving grace was that he hadn’t yet deduced who had captured your affections and you intended to keep it that way.

Jake had snuck up on you… when you all first got recalled you hadn’t thought much of him, other than he was a bit of an arrogant ass but the energy had shifted when he all but ran after Rooster and Maverick to save them from sudden death… when you learned you were going to be a permanent squad after Admiral Simpson had decided you all worked impeccably well together (after an adjustment period) it seemed his attitude change wasn’t just a phase. Sure, he was still a bit of an ass sometimes, but it was more endearing than it was before. You found yourself looking forward to his banter, and looking forward to the moments the two of you spent alone while everyone else was preoccupied at the bar. 

You’d started to learn more about him… his family, his upbringing, why he joined the Navy and he learned all the same about you. You’d call him a genuine friend, and one of your closest at that but somewhere along the way you found your stolen glances lingering, wanting to soak up as much of that smile or the way he commanded a room as you could and suddenly you were falling headfirst for Jake Seresin. Something you had never imagined you would do… but you had resorted to silent pining and longing stares because he seemed to focus his affection towards Phoenix. Over the past few weeks you’d noticed the two of them growing closer, something you were happy about considering other than Rooster those two had the most ground to make up, but you had this sinking feeling that it was more than mending fences. Each time you saw them laughing together or stealing looks across the ready room, clearly chuckling at some silent inside joke you couldn’t make any sense of you felt your heart ache in a way you’d never experienced before. 

“There she is! Kiddo, come rack ‘em!” Jake called out to you as you entered the Hard Deck and you couldn’t tell if his eyes raked down your form, clad in a sundress, or if you were simply going crazy and creating things that were never there. Your chest felt tight at the nickname he’d bestowed upon you… you knew it was a term of endearment, and that nothing negative was meant by it, you were simply just the youngest on the team but it made you feel rather juvenile every time he said it.

“Start without me, I need a drink,” you responded, waving him off as you approached Penny. 

“What’s the mood tonight? Beer or something stronger?” she asked and you gave her a smile.

“How about both?” you responded and she nodded, setting a shot in front of you as well as a fresh bottle of beer. You took the shot quickly and forgoed using the lime in favor of dropping it down the neck of your beer as you turned to walk towards the pool table, trying not to have a reaction to Phoenix and Jake going head to head. You decided to hang back, sitting in one of the stools beside Bob and giving him a mischievous smile when you reached your hand over to snag some of his peanuts. 

“Ma’am, that is theft,” he teased and you chuckled.

“Sharing is caring, Bobby,” you responded as you grabbed a few more and he didn’t put up a fight. You knew you were being more reserved than usual, you weren’t known for hanging off to the side or not forcing yourself into the limelight, and you knew everyone was picking up on it but you’d hoped no one would say anything. You made small talk with Bob and Fanboy, contributing the bare minimum to actually be considered a part of the conversation and you were doing everything in your power to avoid looking at the pool table. You had to get over this crush, it clearly wasn’t reciprocated and allowing yourself to give it anymore of your attention would only result in you feeling more hurt than you already did. It was time to nip it in the bud.

“You’re being more obvious now than you were before,” Rooster said, stepping into your bubble from behind and whispering in your ear, sending a shiver up your spine and you tried to ignore him as you let your dart fly towards the board, smirking when it landed dead center. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, lining up your second shot and being acutely aware of how close he still was.

“You couldn’t stop staring before, now you’ve barely spared them a second look… everyone knows you're off tonight and your avoidance is making the reason incredibly clear,” he replied and you shook your head as you threw your last dart. You turned your head slightly, taking a step forward when your face nearly collided with his to give him a questioning look before going to grab your darts from the board.

“Why are you so interested in this?” you asked as you wrote your score on the board and stepped aside to let Coyote take his turn. 

He shrugged, “things are slow, I like stirring the pot.”

“You’re insufferable,” you sighed, watching as Coyote secured his win against you and you begrudgingly gave him a high five. The dart board was where you were reigning champion, people gaining a victory over you was incredibly rare and you knew it was because your focus was elsewhere. 

“Incoming,” Rooster said suddenly, slipping away to get a fresh drink and you looked after him confused until suddenly your vision was clouded by Jake’s figure.

“Hey kiddo, what’s up?” he asked, slinging an arm over your shoulder as he pulled you over to the bar as well and you gave him a forced smile.

“Nothing new, you?” you replied and he gave you a strange look as he held up two fingers to Penny.

“That’s not what I meant, you seem different tonight.” 

“Just a long day, I guess,” you shrugged and he nodded but didn’t really buy it. 

“You sure that’s all it is?” he asked as he used his fingers to tilt your head towards him, forcing you to make eye contact and you gave a sharp nod.

“I’m fine, Jake,” you said, brushing off his contact, “I’m just going to go grab some air, thanks for the beer,” you said, grabbing the bottle and slipping through the crowd where you nearly stumbled out into the fresh air. You took in a deep breath, letting the smell of the ocean ground you as you chastised yourself for your behavior… he was just asking how you were, making sure you were okay, there was no reason to blow him off like that. You just couldn’t help it, you felt cornered and you were sure if he asked you again you were going to blurt out what you’d been trying so hard to tamp down.

“What is going on with you?” you heard from behind you and you jumped slightly as you turned to see Jake and you let out a sigh as you wiped a hand over your forehead. “Come on, kid, talk to me.”

“I’m not a kid,” you muttered and you felt embarrassed. You knew you were being indignant for no real reason. 

“You know that’s not what I- what’s wrong?” he asked, deciding to not let yourselves get sidetracked over something trivial.

“I told you, just a long day.” you tried but he was seeing right through you, he could tell just by looking at your eyes that there was something bothering you and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” you answered defensively, turning your attention back to the ocean as you leaned over the railing and he scoffed as he followed suit.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s going on. Did I do something?”

“I don’t need help, Jake.”

“I thought we were past this, since when do you not talk to me?” he pleaded and you did your best to avoid looking at him but you couldn’t help yourself and your resolve crumbled as soon as you met those green eyes. “What’s wrong?

“Since I-” you stopped for a moment, trying to come up with any plausible excuse or continuation of that sentence that wasn’t the truth but it just came flying out. “Everything’s wrong!” you nearly shouted and you didn’t miss the way he was taken aback. “Literally everything because I am so into you and you’re obviously into Phoenix which is great, but not so much for me at the moment. I’m handling it and I’m fine but I can’t really talk to you about that.”

“Wait what?” he asked, confusion clear on his face and you winced at the prospect of explaining yourself.

“I just… we don’t need to talk about it, Jake. I don’t want to talk about it,” you replied, turning your head back towards the water.

“No, I want to talk about it. Who the hell said I was into Phoenix?” he asked and this had your attention snapping back to him.

“You did, with your body language and the banter,” you said and you heard how stupid it was as it left your mouth and you watched him stifle a laugh. 

“Oh sweetheart,” he said and it came out rather patronizing, making your cheeks burn as you willed the tears to stay put until he was out of your sight. “Oh hey, no no no.” he said, noticing your eyes well up, “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not into Phoenix.”

“You’re not?” you asked and he shook his head. 

“I’m into you,” he said, wrapping a hand around your forearm and pulling you away from the railing, closer to him. “I’ve been trying to tell you but I kept chickening out… Phoenix has actually been egging me on, telling me to just get it over with,” he said and your eyes widened. “I’ve liked you since the first day I met you but you’re too sweet, too good. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me,” he said with a shrug and you shook your head.

“I feel pretty stupid right now,” you chuckled. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with me because you always call me kid.”

“It’s easier to pretend I don’t want to kiss you every time I see you if I call you kid instead of sweetheart.” He yanked you closer, pressing your body against his as his hands settled on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Well, you don’t have to pretend anymore,” you said with a small smirk and his lips were on yours in an instant. You melted into him, letting him take the lead and you moaned softly when his tongue trailed along your bottom lip. You soaked up as much of this feeling as you could… his hands gripping your body, his tongue exploring your mouth, and the way your whole body tingles from head to toe before he pulled away to grin down at you.

“So, sweetheart… Can I take you on a date?” he asked hopefully and you nodded.

“Yeah, I would really like that… but I was also thinking you could take me home?” you asked with a suggestive raise of your eyebrows and he was quick to wrap his hand around yours and tug you to his car.

“I like the way you think.” 

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[guiltyasdave]

are you ever dreaming of me?

series masterlist • this is part IV

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

a/n: This got very dark very quickly, but it had to be done. It’s basically just one big love letter from me to Dave and his character. I know Dave’s behavior in the last chapter has been a little frustrating but I hope it’ll make more sense now (it’s still frustrating though ngl). I also know this is not as smut-heavy as the other chapters, which might come as a disappointment to some. Stay with me here, more filth is coming soon, I just had to get emotional for a second. <3 (also, please be nice because I lowkey hate this, actually)

word count: ~3.1k

summary: Dave’s side of the story.

warnings: ANGST, bits of fluff if you squint, age-gap, mentions of killing people, mentions of death, mentions of rough sex, power imbalance, able-bodied reader, somewhat unhealthy relationship dynamics, dubios morals (Dave is cheating on his wife… kinda), idiots in love, this whole serious is still very much 18+ only, mdni… did I mention angst? (As always, please tell if if I forgot something!)

dividers by @/saradika <3

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Dave York isn’t a good man.

He isn’t a good man and he hasn’t been in a long time. He probably had been, once, when he first joined the military, when he still thought that he was doing the good thing, the right thing. Before he killed his first man. Now he’s living in shades of gray, where nothing is as simple as right or wrong.

He knows that what he’s doing is not right, but then again, the people that he’s killing aren’t good men either. He’s doing what he’s good at, what he has been trained to do for years. He doesn’t really know what else he’s good at. If there even is anything else.

He makes enough money to provide well for his daughters, the only thing in his life that he really cares about, the two girls that he loves more than anything. He loved their mother too, once, when they were both young. They were high school sweethearts, got married quickly simply because that was the thing that you did, only to realize later that adult life with each other wasn’t what either of them had imagined.

He’s never told Carol what exactly it is that he does, trying to protect her, which then led to her not understanding what was going on when he came home feeling cold and empty, a void inside of him that nothing could fill. They both grew distant from each other, not sharing any real connection anymore, just living aside one another. It works for him; their daughters are still the top priority for both of them, and they’re going to do everything in their power to give them the best possible childhood.

He suspects that Carol is seeing someone else, with the way she’s sometimes working late for no good reason, sliding out of the room to answer her phone at odd hours, the way he occasionally finds a position on their shared credit card bill that he doesn’t have an explanation for.

Dave knows that if he cared, he could easily find out every little detail about it. If he cared, he would probably be angry at how she’s not even making an effort to hide it. But the thing is - he just can’t bring himself to care. Has never done the same thing either, neither out of spite, nor because he had any desire for it.

Until he met her.

Sitting in a hotel bar, two seats over from him, when he’d just gotten a job done and figured that a quick drink might help him fall asleep easier. The whiskey’s burn in his throat didn’t ease the coldness that felt like it had permanently settled into his chest, not that he’d expected it to.

He had just decided to retreat to his room and get out of the city first thing in the morning when she sighed loudly and downed her own drink abruptly. He had noticed her when he walked in, the way he always clocked every person in any room he entered, and every possible exit route. He had absentmindedly noted that she was attractive, then dismissed the thought immediately. Probably here for a date, much younger than him, not paying him any mind. Not a threat, and therefore not important.

Not important at all, until he found himself turning to her and offering to buy her another drink before his mind had even caught up to his actions, learning that she had just been stood up for what would indeed have been a date, noticing the glint of interest in her gaze as she eyed him up and down, feeling a kind of longing that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Getting her to go up to his room with him had been easy. A mutual understanding of wanting each other, the desire to turn a shitty evening into something else, something that he doesn’t think either of them understood at the time.

Kissing her for the first time had been easy, too. Touching her, feeling her hot skin under his fingertips, her entire being so much softer, lighter than he was, felt easy. It felt right, like something that he hadn’t known he was missing right until that moment. He wanted to devour her, make her his, get her as close as he possibly could, before he inevitably had to give up this fleeting moment of something that suspiciously felt like happiness, and happiness never stayed within his reach for too long.

Sinking into her for the first time, hearing her gasp, her breath hot against his neck, felt even better. This was never gonna last, things this good never did. The way she clenched around him when he first slapped her ass and her whimper of “harder, please” turned him feral in a way that he hadn’t known before. How she gave up all control to him so willingly when his entire life had felt out of control for so long - it was addicting. He had known that he would come back for more again and again before he had even spilled himself into her for the first time.

He hadn’t planned for her to stay the night. Hadn’t planned for the way she kissed his lips in the morning, acting a little shy, like she was worried that he might send her away, but so clearly showing him that she wanted more of him, if that was what he wanted. And god damn, did he want to give her more, give her all that he had to offer, if only it wasn’t for the fact that any more of him would be enough to scare her away for good.

So, he didn’t give her more. Made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t looking for an emotional attachment, told her about his marriage, told her that they couldn’t be a thing. She was quick to hide her disappointment, but not quick enough for him not to notice. He half expected her to walk out then, that this wasn’t something she wanted, but instead she scribbled down her phone number, gave him a flirty smile and told him to call her “whenever”.

He knew he was being greedy, that he should have kept it a one time thing that he could keep a fond memory of, but of course he called her. Kept making stops in her town before flying back home, started spending weekends with her, the feeling of being around her too good to let go of.

He knows that it’s not right, that he’s probably taking advantage of her in some way. Of course he sees how badly she wants to please him, how she looks at him like he’s hung the moon for her. She has never denied him anything, no matter what kinds of depraved things he’s wanted to do with her. Hesitated, yes, but she has never said no. Never called red, never asked him to stop. Not when he first told her to call him “sir”, not when he spanked her for the first time, not when he’s edging her until she’s barely coherent, not when his fingers tightened around her throat for the first time. He could leave her a crying, shaking mess on the floor, and by the end of the night she’d still look up at him with those wide eyes and thank him.

It’s addictive and he can’t stop, always comes back for more when it feels like his whole life is spiraling out of his control again, when the darkness around him is threatening to swallow him whole. She’ll let him grab at her with rough hands, mold her body into any shape he wants, let him spit filth at her and let lose until he feels grounded again, until some of the darkness around him has dissipated.

Lately, work has been weighing on him even harder. Maybe he’s just getting older, maybe he has finally reached his limit, he’s not sure. With the whole week off, an incredibly rare occurrence, he knew who he wanted to spend it with. She had seemed stressed lately, like she needed a break too, so it was easy to convince himself that he was doing this for her. That it wasn’t just a selfish plan of his to spend more time with her.

Because somewhere along the way he has come to enjoy the time with her way too much. He enjoys lying in bed together, both of them catching their breaths, laughing about a stupid joke, the little tidbits from her life that she shares with him, the rare occasions when they’re walking around her neighborhood. The way she shyly grabbed his hand the first time, like she was scared that he would pull it away. The smile that she tried to but couldn’t hide when he didn’t.

This isn’t right and it’s not going to last, he’s well aware of that. As clear as he has been about his intentions, he still feels like he’s leading her on sometimes. But it feels too good to stop, to let go of one of the few comforts that he has in life.

The past few days with her have been heaven. He hadn’t anticipated how much he would enjoy spending so much uninterrupted time with her, how good it would feel to be around her the entire day, just watching her be herself and listening to her talking. And he has been talking as well, the feeling of speaking to someone without an ulterior motive, of someone listening to him just because they wanted to, more meaningful to him than he could put into words.

And all throughout, she had so willingly bent to his every wish, put all her trust into him, secure in the knowledge that in the end, he would take care of her.

So, Dave had let his guard down. Relaxed. Then the dream happened.

Last night, he had come home to find the girls slaughtered in their house, their small bodies soaked in blood. It’s a recurring nightmare, a fear that he can never entirely shake off, that haunts his subconscious every couple of weeks. He’s being thorough in his work, never leaving loose ends, keeping his private life concealed from the world that he moves in. The risk that anything could happen to them is as low as he can push it, but it’s not zero. Never zero, and it’s eating at him. Usually, he wakes up alone, gasping for breath, the sheets soaked with sweat. Him and Carol haven’t slept in the same bed for a long time.

Last night, it had been different. It had been different because she had been there beside him, shaking him awake and holding him in her arms until he calmed back down. It had also been different because she had been part of the dream. Just as dead, just as blood-soaked as his daughters.

She had been so sweet when he woke up, and it broke his heart. He wasn’t a good person. He was endangering everyone around him, he was endangering her by not being able to end this thing with her, and yet here she was, oblivious, comforting him.

He had always thought that eventually, he would be the one to break things off. But what if it was her? What if she figured out what a pathetic excuse of a man he was, that he couldn’t give her anything? Not a real relationship, and no future. He couldn’t let her in, couldn’t let her see who he was. What he did, what he was afraid of - and just how realistic those fears were.

He couldn’t even bear to picture the look on her face if he ever told her. The betrayal, the disgust, and eventually the fear. He couldn’t tell her. He wouldn’t. But how could he go on with this, knowing that every minute that he spends with her, he puts her in danger? Someone could find out. Someone could find her.

So does what he does best. Makes a plan. Suppresses his emotions until he’s sure of what to do. How to keep her safe. The logical part of his mind arrives at a solution pretty quickly: She’ll be safest if she stays away from him.

The emotional part of him, the part that he tries to keep shut down, doesn’t approve of this idea.

He has to tell her. Sooner rather than later, while the dream is still fresh in his memory, while he can still see her dead body when he closes his eyes.

Because he obviously knew about the dangers of being with him when he first laid eyes on her. When he kissed her for the first time, texted her for the first time, walked up to her apartment for the first time, when he booked this damn vacation because he’s unable to stay away from her. Unable to think straight when it comes to her. There’s a million reasons why he shouldn’t be with her and yet, he always finds a reason not to quit.

He tells himself that he’ll speak to her as soon as she gets up. Then once he’s done with his phone call. Maybe after they’ve had breakfast. At the end of the day, when they’re back in the room. He never does. He can’t.

The tension has become unbearable at that point. He knows that she’s confused, that she has questions that he doesn’t have answers for. His life feels out of control once again, so he tries gaining it back in the only way that he knows.

He half expected her to refuse him, but she seems just as relieved as he feels when he tells her to get down on her knees. Afterwards, he doesn’t feel better. Possibly hates himself even more.

He can tell that she’s off afterwards, and he’s battling himself to comfort her. This is not what he should be doing. None of this is what he should be doing.

Usually, she tucks herself into the space between his shoulder and his chest before he can even say a word. Not tonight. Tonight, she had her back turned to him before he had even switched off the lights, the “good night” that she normally breathes against his neck nothing more than a murmur from her side of the bed.

He stares at her backside in the darkness of the room, the way she seems to be curling in on herself, and he has no idea what to do. What they just did seemed like what she wanted, she had appeared eager, enthusiastic even, but maybe he read her wrong. Shit, he hadn’t even asked for her color once.

It’s quiet for a long time. He finally feels himself slowly drifting off to sleep, when her hears her sniffle. His eyes fly open again. It’s only minimal movements, but he can see her tremble ever so slightly. Fuck it, he thinks to himself as he reaches out towards her.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?”

You tense at his words, at the fact that he’s apparently awake. Has probably been the whole time. You try your hardest to make your voice sound normal, even though you know that it’s pointless.

“Nothing.”

It comes out even weaker than you had anticipated. You keep your back to him and feel him shuffling closer, his hand gently pulling at your shoulder to turn you towards him. “Baby. Talk to me.” His voice is soft in your ear and your heart is beating painfully in your chest. Baby. He has never called you Baby before. You feel a fresh wave of tears welling up in your eyes and shake your head but let him turn you around until you’re facing him.

His eyes search your face in the faint moonlight that’s filtering into the room and his hands cup your damp cheeks, his thumbs gently running over the skin under your eyes. The worry that’s so evident in his expression right now makes you want to break down. You’re exhausted, and confused, and you don’t understand the man in front of you and his contradictory behavior at all. So far you’ve been crying silently, but you can feel your bottom lip trembling as you try to suppress the sobs that are threatening to crawl up your throat.

“Did I- shit, was I too rough, did I hurt you? You didn’t say anything, but I never asked- I should’ve checked, I’m sorry, I-“

“You didn’t hurt me,” you whisper, cutting off his frantic rambling. He didn’t, not in the way that he’s referring to, anyway.

“Then what’s wrong?” he pleads, his hands still on your face, “Talk to me.” You inhale deeply. You really don’t want to have this conversation, but maybe it’s best like this. Rip the bandaid off, make it quick.

“Do you want to leave?”

Your voice breaks on the last word. He stares at you for a beat, his eyes wide. “Do I- What?” You shrug, unable to bring yourself to ask a second time. One of his hands slides down to your shoulder, holding you there. He doesn’t speak, his eyes boring into you.

You can’t hold his gaze any longer, your eyes dropping down to his chest instead. “You’ve been… weird. Today. I thought- I don’t fucking know, that I had done something or that you’ve-” a sob breaks free and interrupts you, “that you’ve had enough of me. That you don’t want to go on with… this.” You gesture helplessly between the two of you.

You’re certain that now you’ve said too much, that if he hadn’t had enough before, he definitely has now. You’re supposed to be fun, a distraction, not someone who’s clinging to him, but you’re feeling too exhausted, too raw to keep pretending like this thing between you doesn’t mean something. To you, at least.

“Fuck,” Dave mumbles, and you gaze up to see the anguish in his eyes before his arms envelop you and he presses you against his chest, speaking into your hair. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise.”

It’s quiet for a minute as you’re inhaling his scent, trying to calm yourself down, when something occurs to you. “You didn’t say no,” you whisper into his chest, “you said that I didn’t do anything, but… you didn’t say that you don’t want to leave.” Dave freezes for just a second, searching your face, then he sighs heavily. He sounds defeated, you think.

“No, I don’t want to leave.”

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S I X F E E T A W A Y - One shot.

Words count - 2,6k.

Tags & Warnings - Natasha Romanoff x reader, light angst.

Summary - You were Natasha's girlfriend. It has been a year since she died and you still can't accept it, visiting her grave whenever you can.

Song - It'll be okay, Shawn Mendes.

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It has been a year. Twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred sixty-five days. In other words, it has been an eternity. The thought of all the time that has passed makes you sick. Even after a year the pain is still the same, the people that told you it will eventually fade were a bunch of liars. You hate them because you are going through every day thinking the next one will be different but it is not, the urge to cry, scream, throw up and destroy everything around you never disappeared. At best, it fades during the good days.

However, this feeling always comes back. You don’t even know how you survived this year without her by your side. She has been your whole world since the first time you met. At the time, you agreed to join the Avengers only so you don’t have to leave her - you regret that decision now, convinced that she died because of them. 

You were supposed to be a family but the team fell apart on the first difficulties and doesn’t even exist anymore. After they saved the world, bringing back the missing population, the members that weren’t dead decided to leave. 

They said they needed some personal time, which you understand, but never told you for how long. It has already been a year and none of them checked up on you or replied to your attempt to get in touch, you can’t help but feel abandoned.

Since you have been back, being at the compound never felt the same anymore. This place no longer felt like home, it was just an empty building, full of ghosts and memories. After a few weeks you decided to move out, unable to stay here for one more day. 

New city, new start, new life. 

At least, you were hoping it would be that easy but it wasn’t. At first, you didn’t know where to go but you eventually decided to move to a small town in Ohio. She was your only family, you couldn’t imagine being far from her. Even if the only thing left is a stone with her name engraved on it, not even a body, you still wanted to be as close as you could.

The way everything happened made your grief journey harder. The worst is that you didn’t even get to say goodbye. Every time you think about it you can feel how your stomach twists. The last time you saw her, you were oblivious she would be dead the next one. 

As half of the population, you disappeared for five years because of Thanos. Five years for the one who stayed but it felt like a few seconds to you, barely the time to blink but yet you missed so much. 

You are blaming yourself for that. Even now, you are convinced that things would have gone a different way if you were here, that you could have done something. It probably wouldn’t have changed a thing, Natasha being stubborn, but being angry and denial is your way to deal with the pain of a loss.

Whenever you can, you are paying a visit to her gravestone. Sometimes, you would stay for a few days, refusing to leave : how could you when you know that she died alone ? Most of her life she thought she was alone, she didn’t deserve to die like that. So, now that she is gone, you are doing everything you can to make up for that, to let her know that you will always be here. 

You firmly believe that, wherever she is right now, she is looking at you and knows what you are doing, you need to believe that she can hear and see you because it means you are not alone. Even death can’t separate two persons.

That is why you have prepared this visit for days, wanting everything to be absolutely perfect for your lover. You prepared a whole picnic, everything being homemade, and decided to wear one the last outfit you bought together, a classy dress. You even braided your hair for the occasion. That is why your hairstyle is looking like a mess, it has never been your thing, Natasha usually being the one to do it. 

Some people would find it weird to celebrate her death date but it is really important to you. Painfull, for sure, but still important. That day, a year ago, she sacrified her life for the world and she deserves some gratitude. You feel like too many people don’t even know she is the one that saved them, the rest refusing to acknowledge what she did just because of her past. Even your former teammates don’t bother to care. 

So you decided to pay her a visit so you can celebrate her actions like the world should have. However, it doesn’t make you less angry or hateful against the whole world.

You check your bag one more time to make sure you didn’t forget anything. You are feeling a bit stressed because you really want everything to be perfect. After that last glance, you secure it at the back of your bike, ready to go.

Her gravestone is only thirty minutes from where you live. As you are lost in your thoughts, the journey felt like a few seconds. 

You realize you are almost at your destination when you enter the forest. Natasha’s grave is not in a cemetery but in a lovely clearing. As there was no body to bury, you were able to place it wherever you wanted. You spent days and nights thinking about the perfect place to eventually choose this one. It is in a lovely clearing in Ohio, a quiet and hidden place. Only a few people know her grave is here, she didn’t have a lot of family. 

You leave your bike against a tree on the roadside.

After a few minutes walk, you arrive at the clearing. You know she would have loved that place. A smile on your face, you take your time to settle everything around the grave. You brought a blanket, to sit in, a lot of food and even a speaker so you can play music. It feels the silence, making things less awkward for you. 

Obviously, you didn’t forget to bring a gift and some flowers. This time, you choose roses because they have always remembered you of her : they sting but yet are so delicate and gracious. She used to mock you for that, never answering your “ if you were a flower, which one would you be ? ” kind of questions. So you had to figure out the answers by your own. 

However, you know that, deep down, she was enjoying it. She would stay for hours, listening to your explanations about why she would be that drink rather than another one, with a faint smile on her face. She was just too stubborn to admit it. 

The thought of the past makes a sad smile appear on your face as you are replacing the old flowers with the roses you brought.  

“ I- ” once you have settled in, sitting on the blanket with the food out of the bags, you start talking. Except that, once again, you don’t know where to start. “ I made peanut butter sandwiches, … more than the last time. ”

Those are her favourites. She has always refused to share hers but, sometimes, she would make some for you so you had a snack when you came back from a mission. 

Now, you have to do them by yourself and it doesn’t taste the same, it doesn’t taste love. Yet, you still ended up eating the dozen you made last time you visited. In your defense, you were crying and it is the only thing that could bring you some comfort. 

However, you are still feeling bad for not leaving at least one for her so you decided to make some more this time. A lot more if you are being honest. 

“ Anyway, what can I say … ” you are thinking out loud. It is your thing, coming here and telling her everything that is going on in your life. 

Sometimes, you even come here just to share with her something that happened during your day. A bad or a good story, it doesn’t matter, you would come here immediately without considering what time it is when the urge to talk to her hits you. 

Once, you pedaled here in the middle of the night. It was creepy, if you are being honest, so you didn’t do it ever again. Plus, you are sure Natasha wouldn’t appreciate it.

“ I have found a new job. I am a cashier now and it is going well for the moment, I didn’t throw anything at a client yet ” you say, feeling proud about that fact.

A few months ago, you were fired from your job as a waitress for that reason. You definitely don’t have the patience or the tact required by that kind of work. 

“ Even if the clients are really annoying. It is frustrating, you know ? I am being yelled at all day, talked like shit and insulted but I don’t even have the right to be rude ” you stop talking for a few seconds, taking a deep breath - you won’t let the anger you feel towards these people ruin this moment. “ I liked it better when we were kicking bad guys’ asses. ”

You are thinking about this part of your life with nostalgia. You never had a normal job. When you were seventeen, you dropped out of high school so you could join the army. Somehow, mainly because of your curiosity, you ended up in some dirty stories - that is how the S.H.I.E.L.D noticed you, offering you to become one of their agents.

It is only a few years ago that you made the decision to leave the agency to be a part of the Avengers. It was a difficult choice to make but you did it because you wanted to follow Natasha, even a few years ago, you already couldn’t imagine living far from her. 

The two of you met when she joined the agency. As you, when you became an agent, she was lonely. Everyone was avoiding her because of the rumors about her past. You immediately thought it was unfair - if Fury thinks she has a place here, then you can trust her for sure. Plus you knew how it feels to be in that situation. 

So you decided to step up, being the first and only one that has tried to talk to her the first years. You never left her side since, always defending her when the others were talking dirt behind her back - which got you into a lot of trouble.

All that stuff, being a cashier or a waitress, is not something you are used to, you don’t think you are cut out for this kind of work. If you are being honest with yourself, you hate those jobs, you are just not ready to go back working for Fury. 

When you came back, he let you know that there will always be a place for you as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you thanked him but said no. For the moment, you just want to give a try to those normal jobs, even if fitting in is harder than you thought, being undercover having nothing in common with living it for real.

“ I also decided to eventually repair the broken things in my apartment. So far, I’ve fixed the front door, the fridge and the light in the living room. I think it is a good start, don’t you ? ” you wait a few seconds for an answer but, obviously, the only one you get is the silence. You eventually chuckle. “ I still hate that place tho’ ” and since you moved in, you can’t wait for the day you will be able to afford a better place. 

But for now you are stuck in that small, dilapidated and cold apartment, trying to convince yourself that it could be worse.

“ Anyway, I am here because I have a little something for you … ” you start, trying to not smile too hard. You take the present out of the bag, it is something in a dark blue box of the size of your hands. “ Ready ? ” you ask but it is more for you this time. You take a deep breath before you resume. “ Natasha Romanoff, for saving the world for so many years, for sacrificing your life for the sake of Humanity and, most important, for ... being the love of my life ... I have the honor to give you a medail ” your acting broke on the last sentence, the fake enthusiasm being replaced by sadness. 

Once you are done with your little speech, you carefully put the medail on the grave, with the flowers and the other presents. 

It is not a real medail, you asked someone to make it. It is supposed to be a replacement for the one the government refused to give her, even if she deserved it. Her name on a wall is the only thing she got from them.

“ But don’t think it means I forgive you. It was very stupid, but yet very … you … to sacrifice yourself for us. You always thought you had a redemption to earn ” you stop talking, trying to hold back your tears. “ And maybe it was true that people never trusted you but I did. I trusted you and you left me like that. I didn’t even get to say goodbye or … or … to give you a last hug. I- I blinked and, just like that, you were … gone, forever ” your voice is shaking, the last sentence being noticed more than a whisper. As tears are running down your cheeks, you still find the strength to add one more thing. “ I will never forgive you ” you say in a quiet voice.

You weren’t ready to lose her, you had plans for your future together. You were supposed to buy a lovely home and found a happy family. She shouldn’t have died before you could live your life together, before you had your happy ending. Only age should have taken her away from you, except that she decided otherwise. 

She has always been so stubborn and so hard on herself because of the things she did in the past. You truly believe that, if someone deserved a peaceful life, it is her but it is too late now that she is gone. The idea that you never had a chance to show her how sweet life can be is making you sick, you should have convinced her to leave earlier. 

When you came back from the dust, you were alone and lost. Not only did you need to accept that five years of your life have been stolen but you also had to learn how to live without the woman you love. It is the hardest thing you ever had to do in your life.  “ But … I love you so much, my idiot ” you eventually whisper. “ I just wish you were still here to hear that … ”

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Hey~

I was wondering if you'd be able to write how xiker's members would react to y/n being insecure about being very chubby/ very slim (still healthy tho) to the point where y/n would want to change herself (but because she's insecure about how others see her and not because she really want's to) and how the boy's would comfort her, what they'd do etc.

You can choose whether you'd like to do it as a headcanon, imagine or anything else!

Thank you!💚🦊

WHEN YOU THINK YOU'RE OVERWEIGHT

• PAIRING — bf!xikers x gn reader (uses some she)

• GENRE — comfort, fluff, i dont think i implied the angst, comfort, comfort, comfort

• WORD COUNT — 758

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i am so, so, so sorry about the long wait. True was, me and my team had no idea what to write 😭 but after looking up some coping skills, we got to writing. I just wanna say that you are beautiful just the way you are, fuck other people. And if you dont believe me, xikers certainly will ♡

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MINJAE ☆

Minjae could see on your phone various workout methods that guarantees losing lots of weight in 2 weeks or so

Was a little confused on why you were so interested in that so he decided to comfort you

It broke his heart when you kept calling yourself fat and chubby bc what?? No you arent

And since he knew the workout methods and supplements were a scam, he suggested that you worked out with him

Praises every little thing you do with a big hug and kiss ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Junmin felt a little chubby when he was growing up so he understood how you felt

After researching, he found that setting small goals really helps your mental being

So he decided to do just that

This week, you should at least eat a apple everyday

Next week, you would go for a 30 minute walk

Does everything with you so you dont have to feel alone ♡

SUMIN ☆

He'd be all ears

Hes kinda like minjae too; his baby?? Feeling fat???

But would still let you rant everything out without him interrupting

Wipes away your tears if you start crying

And when you're done, he would go on a rant about how beautiful you are, and even though you dont feel this way right now, you will feel this way in the future ♡

JINSIK  ☆

As soon as you open up to him, hes gone

Then you hear a big crash

Throws away (stomps and slams) your bathroom scale

Along with anything else that triggers you

Then would go on a long rant about how you shouldnt compare yourself to others ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

You told him when you thought he was sleeping because it would be too hard telling him when hes awake

Immediately sits up when you fall asleep, his heart breaking as he rubs your back

And then bolts out of the bed

Spends the next 30 minutes placing sticky notes in random places for you to find, using affirmations like "youre so pretty" or "you are worth it"

And when you see it the next morning you almost break down, hyunwoo restating the note over and over ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

Junghoon feels like hes not good at using his words and would accidentally offend you

So he creates a playlist

You know those body worship songs like i love my body by hwasa or any meghan trainor song?

Hes got them all in one playlist for you to listen too

And he even sings along ♡

SEEUN ☆

Seeun knew you werent one for exercising, so why not some yunmy healthy food to eat?

He knows hes not the best at cooking but he will try

And if not he'd recruit another member

Wont force you to eat all the vegetables but once he does figure out what healthy foods you like to eat. Its over

For dessert, he would hand feed you some fresh fruits ♡

YUJUN ☆

"What, no you arent." Would be yujuns first words but he knows words dont matter actions do

So with lots of kisses, he would drag you to the bathroom

Makes up a self care plan for you to do everyday, teaching you to love your body just like how he loves you

Speaking of love, he looks at you with so much love in his eyes, you feel like melting

And if you let him, he would kiss every part of your body, and pressing extra ones in the places you feel insecure ♡

HUNTER ☆

We all know how hunter journals his emotions just when hes about to go to bed

And so he requests that you do the same

Writing down your feelings makes you feel more connected to yourself, and pinpoints how you started feeling this way

And just like yujun, if you let him, he would kiss all the places where you feel insecure

And cuddles you, whispering in your ear that you are so beautiful and you should not think of yourself that way. And even if you do, hunter would do everything in his power to change your mind ♡

YECHAN ☆

Yechan thought you were joking at first

But his smile immediately drops when he finds out that you werent

Yechan would spend the next few days talking about self acceptance. Making you talk out your feelings and acknowledge your abilities

Would give examples on how this relates to him too, like when he was younger, he thought his rap was terrible

But would reassure you that what youre feeling will not last forever, and that you will see some happier days ♡

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where it all began

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, friends to lovers / wc: 1.7k

warnings: a little bit of angst (fighting between the boys, but nothing with mc), injuries, kissing

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You met Ateez before they even debuted when they were in LA for a month. You never imagined how close you would get to the boys, and a year later you would move to the other side of the world, and begin a whole new life. But you would never ask for anything more and better. 

It wasn't as hard to move out of LA, on the one hand, it wasn't really your home anyway, you only lived there for a couple of months, on the other hand in this little time you experienced that it may be the most toxic place ever to exist.

Living in Seoul has been a journey not gonna lie, but you are glad your friends are there for you. Especially your two best friends San and Wooyoung. Most of the time you feel like you are third wheeling if you are with them, because of how affectionate they are with each other, but you three have the same kind of energy so you immediately clicked.

It's been two years since then, and right now you are squeezed between the mentioned two smart eggs in a minibus. You are on your way to a vacation with all eight of the boys, but these two decided to fight the night before, so they are currently not talking to each other. You are the only one holding them back from a war.

You have no idea what possibly can cause such a fight between them, of course, non of them told you yet, but curiosity kills you. The tension is crazy in the car, you can't wait to get there already.

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After what seemed like ages you finally got to your accommodation for the weekend. The sudden heat hit you when you got out of the car. It felt so good to finally stretch out a little.

"Hey San, could you help with the luggage?" Hongjoong asked, but San stormed into the house as if his life depended on it. It wasn't out of rudeness, he simply didn't hear it.

"I'll help you." You told him. At least you'll keep yourself busy until then, and you don't have to deal with this cold war between two of your best friends.

"There's no way! Seriously he can't even do that much, even for you. Don't worry Y/n, I'll do it. Just go inside." Wooyoung came up from behind you to help Hongjoong take out the bags from the trunk.

You just muttered a little "okay" under your breath, you thought his behavior was a bit strange, of course, all the boys have always been very respectful to you, but you thought maybe it was because of the fight, he wanted to show that he is better than him.

You entered the cool room, where the others already made themselves comfortable, some settled on the couch in the living room area, and some were trying to explore the kitchen. You decided to join the couch crew, it's just better if you stay away from the kitchen as far as possible.

"Y/n, come sit next to me. We're deciding on the rooms." San seems excited compared to his previous behavior. You know very well that San is not the way he is because of you, but you still feel a little awkward, probably because of the tension between the boys. 

"Shouldn't we wait for the others to decide on this?" You ask the four boys, while you hop down to the couch between Jongho and San. "No, I've already decided. You're gonna sleep with me." At that time the door opened too, revealing Hongjoong and Wooyoung packed full of bags, they looked like they could barely hold them anymore. 

Wooyoung stopped in his track and froze in his place, dropping the bags from his hands to the ground. "Are you kidding me? There's no freaking way!!" Wooyoung seemed so annoyed. You were kinda confused why, you have slept in the same bed as San before, it wasn't something strange since you were best friends.

"Why does it bother you that much, huh? Someone will need to sleep with her since we don't have enough room." Says San while standing up and walking in front of Wooyoung. Now they are standing face to face. If you didn't know them well enough, you would think they are about to fight. Wooyoung mutters under his breath. "You are so annoying."

"Have you thought about what I told you last night?" San asks Wooyoung, you can hear in his voice that his not actually mad at him as if he was pretending all this time.

"Shut up!" Wooyoung shouts a little too loud, even he was surprised with himself.

"Will you stop this? That's not why we came here, you can do this at home. We want to have a good time here, and not listen to your bickering!" Hongjoong steps in between them, he seems very annoyed already. "Now hug each other. Come on, make up guys!" He instructs them, just like a real leader.

They had no other choice, so they did so. The rest of the time was quite normal, after all, you ended up sharing a room with San because Wooyoung agreed to it. 

It's around four in the afternoon, and currently, you are hiding behind a tree with a slightly thicker trunk. Your heart is beating really fast from running so much, your clothes are soaked with water and your hands are shaking a bit with the water gun in your hands. It's been ten minutes since Mingi declared war, and you are determined to win. 

"Psst, Y/N." You hear a whispering voice coming from somewhere to your right. It takes a little time to spot Wooyoung from behind one of the bushes. "Are you okay? You are trembling." He seems a bit concerned. He crawls out of his hiding space as if he doesn't care about anything.

"Woo, what are you doing? You are giving out both of our hiding places like this!" But it looks like you can't stop him with anything you say. 

"Here, put my hoodie on." He puts the black hoodie into your hands, the same one that kept him warm just moments ago. When you slip into it you feel that it's still warm from his body. "Thank you." You don't know what else to say.

The moment is ruined when Jongho is firing water right into your faces. You try to shoot back, but you're kinda out of water. You murmur a little "shit" when you notice it. Wooyoung grabs your hands and pulls you with him. You don't know where are you running, but you have no other choice but to follow him. You hear someone running after you, and Wooyoung is looking back and forth, trying to shoot back with his own weapon. 

Everything turns bad in an instant. Wooyoung slips on something and can't keep his balance, he holds your hand so tightly that he pulls you along with him. Thank god he can react quickly and manage to fall in such a way that you fall on him and don't get hurt.

You are a bit shocked by the sudden happenings, and you don't even know how to move. "Are you okay?" Wooyoung asks you underneath you. That's the moment you realize what is happening and you quickly sit aside. Just when you were about to answer him, Jongho arrives. "Omg, are you guys okay?" He helps you get up.

"Yeah." You try to dust off the dirt from your clothes. When you don't hear Wooyoung answer, you look at him and see that both of his hands are scratched, and slightly bleeding.

"Ugh, that doesn't look too good." Jongho remarked.

"It's nothing really, I'm fine." Wooyoung tries to convince you, and in the meantime, he also tries to stand up, he supported himself with his hands, and you see the wound gets dirty.

"Woo, you can't do this!" You shout at him. "It's gonna get infected. Come with me, I'll get it treated." He does so, and he's following you all the way to the bathroom, where you already unpacked your things earlier, luckily you thought of everything.

"I can't take care of the wound if you'll stand there the whole time. Come inside!" As if he was waiting for your permission, he came in. While you were searching through your things, he stood behind you, leaning against the sink. "Ahh, there it is." You pulled out a white ointment from one of your bags.

"Let me see it." You turned towards him, but you didn't look up at him, you were looking for his hands, and when he gave it to you, you immediately got to work. Little did you know he wasn't interested in that stupid injuries, but rather in you, all he could watch how focused you were, and how gentle you hold his hands in yours.

He couldn't help it, he tucked that one strand of hair that got into your face behind your ears, but his hands didn't leave your face afterward. He very gently stroke your cheeks, you couldn't concentrate anymore so you looked up at him.

"Y/N..." He called out your name as if it was a prayer, his eyes held stars as if you were the most beautiful scenery he ever saw. You don't know what got into you, but something draw you in, and your lips landed on his. You both were surprised by your sudden action, but Wooyoung hugged you closer to him, it felt like he never ever wants you to be any farther than this to him. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes, but it wasn't anything dirty, it was more intimate.

When you parted away, you didn't know what to say, a choked on your own words. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I did that." You were fidgeting with your hands.

He grabbed your hands and with that, he stopped you. "I think I like you. Like more than a friend. I think about you so often, that I can't even sleep at night. San made me realize it, I didn't want to admit it, but I can't hide. No, I don't want to hide it." You were speechless, your head was everywhere.

"You don't have to say anything right now, I know it's a bit much. At least give me a chance. I'll take you on a date when we go back. You'll see, I'll make you fall for me." You couldn't wait for him to stop.

"I'm already falling for you, you dumbass." 

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Homemaker - Gorou 

Angst lol, gender neutral reader. Reader is a homemaker in this scenario, and with Gorou always being away with his work they naturally miss him. 

Taglist: @isolight

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When you bought your first house together, the both of you were a happy item. Practically the best relationship imaginable, a healthy one filled with communication. When the vision hunt decree started, it all changed.

You tried to make it work, you really did. At the start of your relationship, he was signing up to join his side  of the vision hunt decree. You were mixed with how you felt in the moment - on one hand, you were happy he was following his ambitions. On the other hand, however, you were sad you wouldn’t be able to see him as often. After this concern was brought up, he reasured you as lovingly as he could that he would send you letters.

When those letters stopped, he failed to explain it was a safety issue. He never had enough time to visit you, to tell you that this was for the sake of your safety not being breached from a letter being tracked. When he was home, it was never for a long enough time for you two to keep the relationship going. To cope, you’d manage to steal a brush past his hand before he runs off, back to war.

When Her Excellency herself asked for your presence, Gorou wasn’t the person sent to escort you. It was someone you didn’t know but trusted from his uniform. In the walk to the meeting spot, they spoke so fondly of your boyfriend, talking about aspects of him you never got to see. It felt like he moved on, like this was his lifes meaning and he forgot to break things off with you. 

When you met Kokomi, you could see why Gorou liked her. She was smart, caring, and she was very pretty. She sat down across from you, offering water, and she told you that she empathised with your yearning for Gorou. She explained everything - how dangerous the situation was, 

“Why does he come home sometimes then?” You ask out loud, Kokomi looking uncomfortable when you say this.

“Well, that’s why I requested your presence today.” Kokomi explains. “Gorou hasn’t been telling you very much, has he?” You shake your head no, and she closes her eyes thoughtfully before opening them, looking at you. “For the interest of your safety, I advise -”

“Are you telling me to break up with him?” You ask. Before Kokomi can open her mouth, you tear up with the realisation that actually, this relationship just was not going to happen until the entire thing was over. Hell, even after this whole thing was over you’d probably never see him because of how close he was with all the soldiers he works alongside. 

You vividly remember seeing his vision and asking him about how he got it, hoping to start a conversation with him that didn’t feel forced. Gorou spluttered something about ‘not having the time to explain’, clearly not interested in telling you, but you knew he got his vision from training. Perhaps he decided you weren’t worth the effort anymore, you being a non-vision bearer and him being brilliant enough to be recognised by the gods. He must have gained closer relationships with his colleagues than he had with you at the start.

“...Okay.” You  nod to yourself, Kokomi watching you make the decision before offering you what she was going to propose. “I know it would be too selfish for me to desire more time with him, I know he is a very busy man.”

“I’m sorry this has happened.” Kokomi states after a while of debating with herself. She could see in your eyes that you were fed up with waiting for things to get better, Gorou not giving the same effort you did into the relationship when you were together. “Would you like to know where Gorou is, just for clo-”

“I’d rather not. I think I would die if I saw him right now.” You choke out. “I’m not strong enough to talk to him about this, could you break it to him for me?” 

“Of course.” Kokomi states. “For what it’s worth, Gorou did love you. He talks about you all the time.”

“Please don’t try and give me false hope, I know he’s checked out of the relationship long ago.” You shrug, standing up and leaving with the same person that escorted you to the meeting spot. 

After getting home, the guard doesn’t know how to say goodbye without rubbing salt into the wound. He had heard the breakdown of your relationship from your side, you yearning for something you knew was no longer there for you. 

“...Look after Gorou for me, yeah?” You smile, closing the door after entering your home. Looking around your room, it sinks in.

So many things in the room , you had to get rid of. Too many things here reminded you of Gorou, most of the items you had gotten because you thought Gorou would appreciate them.

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29 | Legends of Darlaria

⨰ summary: You wake up in yet another unfamiliar place. This time, however, these strangers seem to recognize you. With your previous judgments and aspirations thrown out the window, you're now forced to face where your loyalties really lie. Who will you betray? And which General will you choose to stand by his side?

⨰ pairing/rating: yoongi x reader & jungkook x reader | PG-15

⨰ genre: 70% angst, 30% fluff | war!au & magic!au

⨰ warnings: profanity

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Tread carefully. But maybe not too carefully. Those in power have a knack for smelling fear.

So you decide not to smile when the Darlaean General enters your chambers, but you do give him a small nod of acknowledgment. For a second, it’s silent as both of you take in the other’s appearance. Today, he’s in all-black: black slacks, black dress shirt, black leather boots. The only thing he’s wearing that isn’t black is the silver sparkle of the handle of his sword—the one that always sits sheathed in his belt. The one you swore flashed a strange, royal blue light at you the last time you saw him. With his impossibly perfect posture and towering stature, he looks intimidating. But you must be imagining it because he’s actually smiling. Not with his teeth, but it’s enough to slightly lift the corners of his lips and put a little glint in his dark eyes.

“It suits you,” he says, gesturing toward your gown. “Purple has always looked good on you.”

“Thank you,” you say in an even tone. You glance back at the mirror again, turning slightly around to see what you can do about the clasps in the back.

“Please, allow me.”

In three swift steps, the Darlaean General’s standing behind you, taking the clasps from your hands into his own. They’re surprisingly cold, but you don’t dare to offend him by flinching. So you stay as still as possible as he meticulously hooks each one together. Then, he takes the loose sage green ribbon around your waist and ties a neat bow, quite gently, too, as if to make sure you have plenty of room to breathe. “Is this fine?” he asks in a quiet voice.

“Yes,” you breathe, aware of how close he is to you. Is it wrong to think that this moment reminds you of when Yoongi helped you put on your necklace? The last time this had happened, you’d felt a little too warm and flustered. This time, though you can sense the intimacy of the Darlaean General’s actions, you feel nothing yourself. Maybe Doyun is right. Maybe he does still love you. In that case, what an awkward time the rest of this night will be.

The door opens once more, which startles you so much that you subconsciously step away from the Darlaean General. (You hope he doesn’t notice.) Your lady-in-waiting comes in, pushing a silver cart filled to the brim with steaming dishes. The delectable waft of scent reaches your nose in an instant, making your mouth water. Behind her, four men come in, dressed in similar attire. Two of them carry a large, wooden table while the other two carry two plush-looking armchairs. They set up the dinner quickly, positioning the table and chairs in the middle of your room and placing the silver platters, dishes and silverware on top of a mauve tablecloth. Before you can even tell them your thanks, they leave. Almost as if they’re ghosts, never meant to be seen.

The Darlaean General pulls out your chair for you, and you sink into it, muttering a soft, “Thank you.”

He nods, then walks to the other side of the table where his chair is. He sits, then immediately pours himself a glass of red wine. When he notices you staring, he pauses. “Would you like to try some?” he asks. “You’ve never been a fan of alcohol, but maybe your tastes have changed.”

“They haven’t,” you assure him. You’ve had sips of Takju in Solaria over the years but only to fit in during social situations. It was never to drink your issues away or drink to solely get drunk.

The Darlaean General slowly raises his wine glass and sips. “Well then,” he says, gesturing toward the food. “Help yourself.”

You don’t need to be told twice; to spare yourself the awkwardness of talking to this man in front of you, you’ll dive into the food. It looks like today, you’ve also been spared meat. There is an arugula and spinach salad topped with pomegranate seeds, strawberries and dried cranberries, drizzled with a heady balsamic vinaigrette that looks like a beautiful start to your dinner. A spiced carrot and lentil soup sits steaming in a small cauldron, waiting to be tasted, and next to it is a pot of what you think is tea—a palate cleanser. But the main course today seems to be the roasted butternut squash and sweet potatoes, sprinkled with some sort of crumbled nut and lemon zest. The fresh, citrusy smell of the lemon sauce they’d poured onto the dish is enough to have you reach for it first, before trying the appetizers or the tea. 

The food is delicious—just as it smells. Of course, in the back of your mind, you think of the frequent toilet trips afterward due to the richness of the food that your stomach hasn’t yet gotten used to. But it’s almost worth it. You eat steadily but without a single moment of hesitation, and for several embarrassing minutes, you forget that you have the Darlaean General in front of you, watching quietly as you dine ferociously. When you come to the realization that it has been completely silent except for your own chewing and crunching, your mind scrambles to find something to talk about to fill the awkward silence. Talking about the food seems to be the safest bet, the only thing you and the Darlaean General seem to have in common for now. But before you can open your mouth, he speaks.

“I didn’t think you’d accept my invitation,” he says, slicing through the seasoned sweet potato on his plate. He stops momentarily to stare at you across the table. But it’s not really an intimidating stare, though it almost feels like it. He just seems more curious. So you decide to entertain an answer.

“Well, I didn’t really think I had any reason to reject it,” you reply, setting down your silverware to take a sip of your ice water.

The man nods. “I should’ve known that even after spending all that time with those helluvians, you’d still be kind. You always were.”

You can’t help the frown that creases your forehead. But the Solarians are kind, too. In fact, they showered you in kindness when you lived there for three years. How could he be so wrong? But then again, you suppose the Solarians only showed you kindness because they thought you were one of them. Had they realized you were actually of Darlaean blood, they would’ve tortured and killed you a long time ago. Like the war prisoner with the boxy smile.

Oh. You feel a sudden pang of grief in your chest thinking about him. So you hadn’t been going crazy after all. He had recognized you! And to his despair, you hadn’t. You wonder now if he thought you were acting, if you were putting up a show to assassinate the Solarian General and bring home victory. But he could’ve also thought you sold out Darlae, and that’s what it really looked like when you saw his face: the hurt, the betrayal. 

“I’m sorry,” the Darlaean General says, breaking you out of your thoughts. He must’ve noticed your contorted face. “They treated you with kindness; I understand. It’s been hard to let go, I imagine.”

You look up at him, wondering if he’s tricking you into revealing more than you have to. But as soon as you think that thought, you scold yourself. How could you be like that? He’s obviously being genuine; he was your lover, for fuck’s sake. He’s only worried—simply sympathizing with you, not fishing for information. So what else can you do but tell the truth: “It has been difficult,” you confess. “I’ve been confused, mostly. Sad, too. But… But, yes, well, I’m trying to get used to things around here, and it’s going…Well, it’s going…” you trail off. “I’m sorry, did I keep a bird?”

Your abrupt question catches both you and the Darlaean General off-guard as the both of you stare at each other, wide-eyed. Then, you’re laughing nervously, shaking your head at your stupid blunder. “I saw a birdcage earlier when I was exploring my room, so I was curious,” you say attempting to explain yourself.

To your relief, the Darlaean General smiles. And this smile is wider than the one you saw earlier; it’s enough to melt away his intimidating exterior. For a split second, you finally see the man you saw in your dreams in him. But it goes away as quickly as it came. “You had a pet phoenix,” the Darlaean General says in an even tone. “A delicacy around here, especially here in the 12th city. But you saved it from the royal butcher when you were young.”

“A phoenix?” You cock your head. 

“A bird made of fire,” he explains. “A bird of much controversy. They say the helluvians cursed the common Darlaean blackbird, which created the phoenix. We eat them to get rid of them, but they can be quite invincible.”

There’s an unsettling feeling that begins to grow in your stomach. “What happened to the phoenix I used to keep around?”

“We didn’t eat it, Y/N,” the Darlaean General says. “I never let them touch him. I know how much the bird meant to you. We’ve frozen him to keep him safe from hunters.”

“Frozen?” you gasp.

“It won’t kill him,” he says. “It keeps him in a stable state. If we were to… defrost him, he would still be fine. As I’ve said, his kind is quite invincible.”

“But the Darlaeans have found a way to kill them?” you ask, feeling a little sick at the mention of dead birds but unsure of how else to continue the conversation.

“Well, yes,” the Darlaean General says. “We have found a way to kill them. But let us not focus on those details. You often get squeamish when we talk death and gore during our meals.”

“We ate together quite often, didn’t we?” you say, almost apologetically (and also quite thankful that he insisted on a topic change without your asking). 

“Every night,” he says, though he doesn’t smile this time. “After three years, we’ve rekindled our tradition. It’s nice,” he says. But both of you know it’s really not. You can’t tell by the look on his face since he keeps every facial muscle so still, but you can tell by the way he says it, his posture, too. Or maybe it’s intuitive. Maybe you’ve been with him for so long that even after you lose your memories, you still know how to read his body language. 

“It is nice,” you agree, though nothing truly nice has happened yet for you to declare so. 

Silence.

Now you really can’t eat another spoonful of anything. The awkwardness pierces through the air like a knife—and it’s not a butter knife but a butcher knife that does it. So you sit with your clammy hands folded in your lap, wondering for the umpteenth time that if you hadn’t fought so hard to attend the battles, you wouldn’t be here. It’s a selfish thought to have, considering that the man desperate enough to risk his nation’s victory to bring you back is sitting right in front of you. But things will all be better when I get my memories back. It’s what you’ve been telling yourself whenever you miss Solaria. When you get your memories back, maybe you won’t think about Solaria as much anymore. Maybe it’ll all feel like a faraway dream. Just as how you dreamed of Darlae when you lived in Solaria.

“I hope it hasn’t been too boring here alone,” the Darlaean General says, and you can tell he’s trying hard to make the conversation sound natural, which makes you want to try harder as well. 

“I’ve been entertaining myself,” you say, opting to keep your answer a little vague to avoid telling him about your thoughts about Yoongi and your conversations with Doyun (which might put you behind bars in their hospital wing for all you know). “I read one of the stories from a book I found on my desk. Guseul’s Hill? From Tales of the Blackwoods?”

The Darlaean General nods in recognition. “You cherished that book,” he says. Sometimes, it feels like he’s talking to a dead version of you, reminiscing on the lost memories. It makes you feel strange. “Did you enjoy it?” he asks. “Guseul’s Hill.”

“I did,” you say, which is the truth. “It was lovely, though a little sad at first. It reminded me…” you trail off, realizing that you simply cannot tell the General of the Darlaean Army that a Darlaean tale reminded you of Solarian stories.

But he seems to understand what you didn’t say, anyway. He nods, face darkening just slightly. “I’m glad they treated you well.”

You look up—a little too quickly—and meet his dark eyes immediately. “O-Oh,” you whisper, unsure what else to say. Does he expect you to agree with him? But that seems like the wrong move, somehow.

“You don’t have to say anything,” the Darlaean General says. He finally sets his silverware down and daintily dabs the corners of his lips with a dark cloth. “Not if you don’t want to. We used to sit in silence quite often.”

You hate that you find it hard to believe him. And even though his invitation of sitting in comfortable silence sounds quite tempting, you know that the silence would be anything but comforting. So, you decide to ask the lingering question that had been on your mind since you’d met him (or re-met him, you suppose).

“How are you able to read my mind?” 

You’re genuinely curious. Is it a little Darlaean trick? Did you use to be able to read his mind? Is that how the two of you would be able to sit in silence but have entire conversations with each other?

A small smile cracks on his lips again. “I can’t,” is his answer. “But I tend to read things that are intangible.”

“Oh,” you say, but now you have more questions than you began with. 

“You must have more questions.”

He’s doing it again. How does he do it so well? Are you that easy to read?

“I’ll stop,” he offers, “if it’s unsettling.” He searches your face for signs of discomfort.

“Oh, no,” you say, shaking your head. “It’s just surprising. That’s all. I… I imagine we used to communicate a lot in silence?”

“Yes,” he says. There’s something nostalgic about the way he says that single word. He must be thinking about all of those silent conversations. And for a second, you feel a pang of guilt.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His eyebrows twitch, but that’s the only sign of surprise he gives. “Don’t apologize.”

“But how can I not?” you ask.

“Because it wasn’t your fault,” he replies. It’s the most merciful thing you’ve heard him say. 

“But how would you know that? I surely can’t remember what happened. I surely don’t know how I ended up in Solaria with their uniform on my body. What if it is my fault?”

“It doesn’t matter,” the Darlaean General says. 

“But it does,” you say. “I-I’m a stranger to you. I’m not who I was before. And even worse, I betrayed Darlae. I-I—”

“I’ve forgiven you,” he interjects. 

Your eyes widen. And for a few seconds, you’re speechless. “But…”

“You’re hard on yourself,” he says. “Even now.”

“Because even if you forgive me,” you say, “it wouldn’t undo the pain I’ve caused the Darlaeans…” You hesitate. “M-My…My own people.”

“You’ll make it up to them,” he replies. “After you regain your memories.”

But it’s not that simple, you want to say. It can’t be that simple. As soon as you recall your life in Darlae, you’re supposed to forget about Solaria? Just like that? How can you create plans against your friends? Against Yoongi?

Maybe if you were to lose your memories of your time in Solaria, things would be easier. But you would never bargain away what you have… had with Yoongi. You would never bargain away those memories, those feelings, those early mornings and late nights. It’s a traitorous thought, and the guilt must be plastered all over your face because the next thing you know, the Darlaean General speaks again.

“You’ve always enjoyed fairytales,” he says. “We used to read them together in the castle libraries.” His speech slows down as he begins to recall the events in his mind. “If no one stopped us, we could’ve spent circas inside, just reading.”

You’re thankful that he’s changing the topic for you. In a strange way, he really does seem to care about your comfort. You respond with a polite smile, “I suppose some things never change. Do you still read often?”

“Not as much as before,” the Darlaean General replies. “When I do, it’s mostly history books and strategy sheets. But I was never an avid fairytale reader like you. I stuck to my textbooks and encyclopedias, which you claimed were tedious.” There’s a lilt to his voice that makes you think he’s joking, but you can never be too sure with him. How does he always speak without a single lick of emotion on his face?

“You must have a great deal of knowledge, then,” you say. “A walking encyclopedia, if you will.”

His lips twitch upwards; it’s not even a full smile, but the single movement makes you feel pleased with yourself. If he’s reacting to your joke, he mustn’t hate you! (At least, you hope so.) He’s just a little hard to crack, to get to know. So for the rest of the evening, you attempt to keep the conversation in good spirits. Yet, the atmosphere still feels askew.

By the time the Darlaean General excuses himself from the dinner, telling you that he doesn’t want to invade your time and space any more than he already has, it is dark outside and you’re mentally exhausted. Turns out, it is extremely difficult to keep a conversation from becoming tense and uncomfortable. You’re sure he’s exhausted, too.

You stand behind the clear glass, fingers grazing against it. It’s ice cold to the touch. Your hand draws back instinctively, but you stay behind the window, gazing outwards. The moon looks further away tonight, despite the fact that you should be closer to it, so far above the ground. And far away, past the dark outlines of the orchard you saw the day before, there are twinkling lights of a nearby sector. They shine in mostly dim yellows and muted reds; from your position in the castle, they look like little fires. If you squint hard enough, you can make out the silhouettes of the Darlaean homes with their strangely sloped roofs and tall statures. If it weren’t so foreign, it would’ve been a beautiful sight. Calming in its own way. 

The moonlight washes over your chambers, bathing the furniture, the walls, the floors in its shine. When you turn around to stare, your back against the cold window, you realize how homely it feels. Or maybe you’re out of your mind. You must be drunk in the moonlight; you’d often work under it back home—no—back in Solaria. So there’s no doubt that it brings you comfort now, even in a different nation.

You lethargically crawl into your bed, body already sinking into the mattress; yet sleep avoids you. Your mind naturally drifts to your recent conversation with the Darlaean General. It hadn’t been as bad as you thought it would be; but then again, you thought it would be terrible. It shouldn’t be a surprise that your low expectations were surpassed. Still, he seems like a reasonable man—dare you say a good person (at least to his nation and the people he cares about). 

But you can’t imagine having loved him. 

There’s a heavy feeling that settles in your gut the moment that thought enters your head. But you can’t help it! He’s… stiff. So rigid. He feels like a person pretending to have a heart. Oh, how mean of you to think that! But to compare him to Yoongi, who pretends like he doesn’t feel much yet wears his heart on his sleeve, who cried when his lieutenant passed, who confessed his feelings for you—

You shouldn’t make such comparisons.

How many times do you have to tell yourself? Things with Yoongi are over.

But you can’t help it.

Even when sleep eventually ends up overtaking your senses, the last thing on your mind is him.

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High School Sweethearts

(sorry for late updates, not mentally here at all but i really love to write for y’all and i know y’all love Klitz too)

-part 1 out of ???

-part 2, part 3

-Klitz x gn!reader

-warnings: pretty much fluff, afab reader but barely mentioned, sexual comments, little angst at the end

< Y/h/s= your home state (i’ll let y’all decided were you’re from <3 Im so generous I know)

Senior year, the home stretch. Klitz knows high school was torture. Freshmen year was hell, sophomore year was a bit better until he got asked out for a joke which lasted 6 months, junior year was crunching time for college, and now...Yale waits for him.

Klitz just wants the year to go by as fast as it can so he can graduate and leave. He doesn’t want to leave his friends, he wishes he can pack them with him. Klitz has a strict plan for this year, until new faces shows up.

“Well boys, we made it. Senior fucking year!” Eli shouts loudly in the hallway, making a few people stare at them. “All we have to do is pass our classes and we’re out.” Matthew joins in, poking Klitz in the arm with his elbow. Klitz just smiled at the two. All he wanted to was just to do his work, get into Yale, and leave. “I really don’t want to mess around this year, I really want to stay on task guys.” Klitz said, holding onto the straps of his bookbag.

The announcement bell went off, “Would Timothy Klitz please report to the main office. I repeat would a Timothy Klitz please report to the main office.” 

“Oooooo, someone’s in trouble! And on the first day?” Eli joked, receiving a slap on the chest from Klitz, “Shut up dude, probably about schedule change I requested. I’ll meet up with you guys in a bit.” He said before making his way to the main office.

Once Klitz opens the door to the main office, there were a bunch of people in there. He made it to the main desk, “Hi I’m Timothy Klitz and I was called down?” he said to the receptionist. She looked up before looking back down, “Oh, see the person with the black book bag? They’re new and you’ll be showing them around. I also gave them your new schedule.” she said bluntly, not really paying attention.

Great. Now he has to babysit a senior who’s fully capable of walking around and finding classes themselves. He walked over to them and tapped their shoulder, “Hey, you’re the new kid right?” he asked as you turned around to look at him. Wow....you are really pretty...but that’s not that important right now. 

“Oh hi Tim! I’m Y/n, and it’s nice to meet you..” you said, holding your hand out for a shake. ‘Ohmygoshyou’resocute’ was all he could think before finally taking your hand and shaking it. You smiled up at him and he gave a small one back, a little blushed formed on your cheeks. “So..uhm I read over my schedule and yours and we have a few classes together! Seems we have first, third, fourth period lunch, sixth, and eighth period together.” you said, while handing Klitz his schedule.

The two of you walked to your first period, Klitz asking you the basic questions of “where did you move from?” and “how is this town treating you so far?” and you happily answered all of them. Turns out you moved from y/h/s and you moved because your mom and dad got divorced and were living with your mother and her new boyfriend you hated while your dad went on vacation with his side piece.

“Sorry to share that but I had to tell someone-”

“No, no its okay! I don’t mind and I can only imagine how to not share your feelings with someone” he cut you off, reassuring you it’s okay. Though he doesn’t know what it’s like to have divorced parents, he still knows what it’s like to have no friends to talk to.

“Oh hey, those are my friends. I want to introduce you if that’s alright.” he said, and you gave a small nod. As he walked over with you, Matthew and Eli turned to look at you. “Hey guys, this is Y/n and they just moved here.” Klitz said and pointed to you. You gave the two boys a smile, a small “hi”, and a little wave. Klitz couldn’t help but think you’re cute.

Matthew was going to tell you hi but Eli intruded, “Well hello Y/n, I’m Eli. I’m the beauty and the brawn of this group. This is our buddy Matt, he’s a pretty cool guy and I see you met the king of nerds already.” He joked, giving you a smile.

“Nooo, Tim isn’t a nerd. He’s great!” you said and Eli chuckled, “Oh babe, we call our buddy ‘Tim’ Klitz since he prefers that.” he said while looking at the boy with glasses. “Oh! I’m sorry.. Klitz! I didn’t know!” you apologized and he reassured you it was okay and that you didn’t know.

“Well Y/n and I are gonna go to class now, see you guys around.” Klitz said and he places a hand on your bookbag and led you to first period. You noticed he never took his hand off you your bookbag, but you didn’t mind too much.

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Klitz made sure to save a seat next to him for you. As you sat down, the first period bell rang and the teacher spoke, “Good morning everyone! I hope your summers were amazing cause now you all are seniors! Now I do know we have a new student, come up to the class and introduce yourself!” she said with excitement.

 You reluctantly got up in front of the class, “Hey guys, I’m Y/n. I just moved from y/h/s. I’m excited to be here and ready to graduate.” you smiled at your peers, getting no reaction. You didn’t really expect a response since it 7 in the morning but kinda stung.

You awkwardly walked back to your seat and smiled at Klitz, “I feel so stupid..” you quietly laughed and Klitz chuckled, “You did great, don’t worry. Everyone here sucks anyways.” he whispered back.

The teacher began to speak again, and you turned your head to look at her,,,But Klitz couldn’t help but to continue to stare at you. He made a note of beautiful your side profile is....and how your chest’s side profile looked....God he felt like creep but he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

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Lunch time came and Klitz couldn’t be happier to see you again. I mean yeah he saw you third but he didn’t second! He also loved the fact you asked him to walk you to second period...even though earlier he said he didn’t want to babysit a senior today. 

He got lunch with you and sat as the designated lunch table. Eli and Matt came over to the table and sat down, “So how are your classes guys?” you asked the two other boys.

“My classes are good, how’s everyone in class treating you?” Matt says to you. “So far so good! I can’t really complain.” you smiled at him, “What about you Eli?”

“My classes pretty cool, saw Y/n in second period, I’ll be making sure they’re not alone.” he said jokingly, laughing a bit which caused you to chuckle. Klitz smiled at your laughing.

The four of you compared schedules, “Hey Y/n we have next period together, we can walk to together.” Matt said, You felt relief, the only period you didn’t have with them was 7th but least you have them in your others.

Klitz wish he could walk you to third period but your classes are on the opposite sides of the building, “You have ceramics second 7th? So you do stuff with clay right?” he asked, looking at your schedule.

“Oh yeah! I took ceramics at my other school, and I really enjoyed it, so I wanted to do it here as well!” you smiled up at Klitz, wow he was really cute...The bell rang and you all packed up to leave. Klitz was about to tell you something before you said a quick goodbye and walked with Matt...Damnit.

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The walk to 4th was kinda awkward since you and Matt haven’t talked much, “So, How’s Westport treating you so far?” he asked, trying to start a conversation. “It’s good so far, only trouble I’ve run into was with my locker today.” you joked as he chuckled, “How’s Klitzy been treating you?” he asked again.

“O-Oh! He’s been super good to me! He’s been helping me out, he’s super smart and..he’s really cute-” Fuck. You just told his long term friend you thought he was cute, and on your first day?! Jeez.

“So you think our Klitz our is cute Y/n?” Matt teased.

“No! I mean yeah he really is but don’t-”

“Don’t worry Y/n I won’t tell him, your secret is safe with me.” he promised as he held open the door for you. “Pinky promise?” you held up your smallest finger, “Yeah, pinky promise.” Matt said as he wrapped his around yours.

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The rest of the day flew by. Your classes with Klitz was your favorite, yeah, you were being a bit biased. As you sat in your 8th period study hall with Klitz the last bell of the day rang, dismissing you all. You stay with Klitz as he met up with Matt and Eli and walked outside of the school. 

“Hey Y/n, want a ride home?” Klitz offered. “No it’s okay! I rode my bike to school.” you said while unlocking the chain to your bike, you packed it in your bag. You got onto your bike and looked back at the three boys, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, okay? Have a nice night!” you said, pushing off on the bike and went on your way home.

After a brief moment of silence of watching you bike away, Eli opened up, “Y/n’s ass looks incredible in those pants...I checked it out earlier but now it’s just better..” Klitz hitting his shoulder. “Don’t say that, that’s rude.” Klitz said sternly, but he did he did have to agree with him...but silently.

“I know I promised I wouldn’t say anything but...Klitz..” Matthew began, the two other boys staring at him. “Y/n said you were cute.” he stated blankly, turning to the tallest boy.

Wow. What?

Klitz couldn’t believe it, someone thought he was cute? Really? Holy shit... ”You’re lying.” He said blankly and quick, this had to be a joke. “I’m not lying or  joking. I asked them what they thought of the school then you while walking into fourth period and they said and I quote, ‘He’s very helpful, smart and really cute’ and I promised I wouldn’t say anything but...I couldn’t wait to tell you.” Matt said smiling at Klitz.

He couldn’t help but smile, someone genuinely thought he was cute? His mouth felt dry but a wide smile was visible. His hands gripped his bookbag straps tightly, “W-Wow...Lets head home guys..” he said chirper, starting to speed walk. The other two boys follow as Eli brings up plans for the weekend.

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It was 8:45 at night and Klitz sat on his bed, he couldn’t stop thinking of what Matt said. Did you really think he was cute?

 Klitz always thought he was ugly since sophomore year and being asked out for a joke. It really took a toll on his self-confidence, after 6 months he found out it was a joke when his “girlfriend” was making fun of him with her friends when he went to sit with her at lunch. The boy closest asked, “So when are you gonna give up the gig and tell him it’s been fake?” That was the hardest day in his life. He confronted her right in the lunchroom in front of everyone, trying to hold back the tears. In an instance he poured his milk on her head, storming away after. Nobody tried to go after him, they all knew she was wrong for that.

He spent all weekend crying to Eli and Matthew... He doesn’t want to think about that anymore.... There was something about you that was so different, you seemed so kind and sweet, he remembered how you looked up at him and smiled. For some reason he wanted to thank your dad and mom for having you...but he knew he couldn’t...that would be weird. Klitz leaned back and smiled

He can’t wait for school tomorrow.

[vroomvroomkachowboi]

Daydreaming

smut, fluff, angst: fluff and sort of smut-ish

pairing: fred weasley x reader(fem)

word count: 1.2k (1241)

summary: fred and y/n are friends, and but she’s got a crush on him, so she’s constantly daydreaming about him, and he's always curious as to what she's thinking about, and he's determined to find out 

warning: some smutty thoughts, and some curses I think, drinking 

a/n: ITALICS ARE THOUGHTS FYI!! I felt i should move onto smut and stuff, I'll just be slowly transitioning into it, so I get relearn how to do it . I feel so bad that I haven’t posted anything in months, I just have no motivated to do anything lately. I also had school and I got a job now so, sorry oops

The twins, Y/n and Lee Jordan have been friends since their first year a Hogwarts, but ever since then, Y/n has had the biggest crush on Fred Weasley.

As a child, Y/n had the most active imagination ever. And when she takes tests and pop quizzes, she’s always been given a glare from her teachers and a big, fat T on her paper. And it’s all because of her daydreaming. No matter where her teachers sit her, she’s constantly drifting off to her world of paradise.

On this particular day, she sat in one of her most boring classes, History of Magic, taught by her ghost teacher, Professor Binns. In his monotone voice, he dragged on about the giant wars and other thousand year old events.

Her chin rested on her palms, her notes were halfway done, but she completely forgot about them when she looked up at Fred Weasley, who sat in front of her. He spoke quietly with his twin brother. And slowly but surely, a daydreamed formed.

Fred sat on his bed, grasping Y/n by her bum as she sat on his lap, his large hands on both butt cheeks. Her arms around his neck. Their lips pressed together, their tongues at war with each other. An occasional moan and groan escaped from their mouths. Their grips on each other tighten, Fred smacks her butt then tightens his grip on it. Y/n’s breath hitches, a slight whimper escapes from her lips. “Get up, love,” Fred pants as they parted. “Get up, class as ended.”

Huh?

“Y/n, love. Get up. Class as ended.” She was brought back to class, Fred’s brown eyes looked into hers. She blushed, remembering her daydream, and quickly started to pack up her stuff. Fred, George, and Lee waited for her outside of class.

When she joined them, they began walking together. Lee was at the left end, George next to him on his right, Fred by his brother, and Y/n at the right end. George and Lee paid no attention to Fred and Y/n, as they talked about quidditch teams.

Fred spoke up, “You were pretty distracted back there, love.” Y/n nods at him, trying to avoid eye contact with him. “Yeah, I know. Binns is just really boring.” Fred was curious as to what she was thinking about but decided to drop it.

They walked to the Great Hall for lunch. The four sat across from each other, Lee and George, and Y/n and Fred.

“I know this is unlikely, but Fred, do you have the notes from last class? I wasn’t paying attention.” Y/n says as she quietly munches on her lunch. Fred smiles at her, “Believe it or not, I actually do because I don't spend all my class periods daydreaming about who knows what.” She blushes slightly, and gives him an embarrassed smile.

“Mind telling me what you daydream about, L/n?” Fred says. “Oh I mind, ‘Weasley’” She mildly mocks his tone. “Stay quiet all you want, I’ll get it out of you. You daydream more than the average witch or wizard.” Fred puts his hand on his chest, “I’m just worried for your health, is all.” He says sarcastically. Y/n ignores him, rolling her eyes.

The next few days pass, Y/n continued to daydream about Fred.

On a sunny, bright day at Hogwarts, everyone was enjoying the weather. People tossing a ball around, people chatting with their friends. Y/n and Fred were under a big tree, having a little picnic. Y/n would feed Fred little strawberries, and Fred would give her grapes like she was royalty. They giggled at their cheesiness. They lay facing each other, soaking up each other’s beauty in the sunlight. Y/n had his hand in hers, she felt his rough, long fingers intertwining with hers. With her thumb, she felt all the lines on his palm.

But she snapped out of her romantic daydream when all three boys showed up next to her. “See, I told you guys, she’s always daydreaming.” Fred exclaimed. She got up from her seat and walked out of class together. “What are you even thinking about?” George asks, but Lee answered before she could rebuke him. “Dunno, whatever girls think about.”

“Right, I totally forgot you have no experience with girls, Lee.” George joked. “Oi, I get girls. I have a bunch of them on their knees as soon as I walk in a room!” They all laugh except for Lee who has a smug grin on his face. “Please, Lee, you can’t even get Angelina to go on a date with you.” George and Fred chuckle at her response. They all spent the entire walk back to Gryffindor Tower listening to Lee telling all the girls he's been with. She felt thankful that Lee made everyone forget George’s question.

Y/n walked into the Gryffindor Common Room and saw Fred, George, Lee, and a few more people around with drinks in their hands. “Hey Y/n! Fancy a drink?” Lee says. “Sure. I just got back from the library to finish those notes I missed.” She plopped on the old sofa next to Fred.

As the night goes on, people grab more and more drinks, and more people show up. Y/n was having a light conversation with Fred. “Did you finish that? Let me get you some more.” Fred grabs the drink in her hand before she says anything, and goes to refill it.

She can imagine the loud groans and whimpers. Fred and her rolling around in the bed. Kisses and sucking in every inch of each other’s bodies. Both of them sweating and tired, but can’t get enough of each other. Fred going in and out of her, as she can feel him hitting all the right places. He whispers his dirty thoughts in her ear, as her eyes roll back.

She immediately snapped out of it. And soon Fred showed up with her drink. Maybe the alcohol got to her head already. She smiled at him as he got closer. “Thanks.” She mumbles as she takes a sip. She can taste the alcohol but it was slightly different this time. “Yeah, no problem.” As he takes a sip from his drink.

“So you seemed pretty distracted there. What were you thinking about?” He asks, and a smirk forms on his face but he hides it with another sip. “I was daydreaming about you.” She says. Y/n quickly realizes what she said, and covered her mouth in a very cartoonish way. “Ah ha! I knew you were daydreaming about me.” Fred exclaims, as he inches closer to her. Her cheeks go red. “So, you like me, don't you?” He says. “Yes, of course.” She blurts out.

“Fred, did you do something to this drink?!” She questions. “Truth Serum comes in handy, doesn’t it?” He smiles cheekily at her. “At least I know you like me back.”

Her eyes widen. “You what?!” Fred chuckles lightly. “Of course I do, love.” They smiled at each other in a admiringly way. “Can I?” Fred says hesitantly. She nods excitedly. He puts his hand on her cheek and connects their lips.

It was way better than what Y/n daydreamed about. His lips were warm and fit perfectly with hers. She put her hands on his shoulders as his remained on her cheeks.

They separated, Fred’s smirk returned to his face as he popped the question. “So what kind of daydreams are you having?”

[imkylotrash]

Dawn Looks Prettier With You

Pairing: Sky x reader

Requests: Maybe a very angst imagine where the reader is a fire fairy and is close too sky, riven, and Saul. So when the reader sees Saul arrested it hurts all of their hearts, sky has to restrain her from doing anything and help her through a panic attack. Anonymous And A cute imagine where Sky saves the reader from getting hurt from anyone. And a lot of fluff please. Anonymous

A/N The first request mentioned Riven too but I decided to just have Sky because at this point, Riven has already been brainwashed so it wouldn't make sense that he's helping and it fit my idea way better.

Tagging: @intoanothermind @artsyle @baueoud @glowingatdawn @justafairygirl @criesinlies @rose-moon-mist @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @shadowhuntyi @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 Let me know if you want to be added or removed.

This is not happening. The scene unfolding in front of your very eyes is simply not happening because if it's happening, then that means you're seeing your mentor being put in handcuffs by Solarian soldiers who'll take him to a prison where you know he'll be fighting for his life because he put half of the people in there in the first place. And if that's true, then you're going to lose it.

"Y/N, calm down." He says it quietly meant only for your ears, but you feel your heart burst anyway. Saul Silva is being put in handcuffs, and you can do absolutely nothing to stop it.

"Please," he adds, intertwining his fingers with yours, but it's too late. You can't seem to catch your breath. It's like you've been sprinting a marathon.

"Let him go!" you yell about to walk right over there and melt away the handcuffs yourself. They don't even bother to look at you - Andreas, Luna, Rosalind. None of them care about your outburst, but Sky does. He grabs you around your waist to keep you from starting a fight right then and there.

"Sky, I swear—"

"Not right now," he mumbles trying to hold onto you despite the heat you're emanating. You have to stop this before Silva gets taken away, but Sky refuses to let go of you, and panic is setting in. You don't even realize that you're crying until the tears blind you.

"Please stop," you plead, feeling your entire body shake from pure panic. How is this happening? A month ago you were getting ready for exams. Sky manages to drag you away from the scene but not before you see Silva get pushed into the back of a black SUV. It's the last drop before you completely lose it.

You're kicking and fighting, screaming for Sky to let you go. You only have one thing on your mind, and that is to burn them all alive for what they've done. What if you never see him again? He's the only one you've ever looked up to. After your parents left, you'd created your own family here at Alfea, and now it was being ripped apart.

"I know, I know, I know." Sky keeps mumbling it over and over again. He's losing Silva the same way you are, and it hurts like hell.

"We have to save him," you plead turning to Sky. His eyes are shining with tears, and you instantly feel horrible when you notice the burns on his hands.

"I did that?" you question, gently turning his hands around, so the palms are facing up.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper feeling another panic attack coming. You hurt Sky. The one person that you know has your back.

"It's fine. I'll heal, okay?" He shushes you as he pulls you in for a hug. Dawn is nearing with every minute, and you'll have to figure out what to do about the new headmistress and her posy. You're not even going to go into the fact that Sky's father is back after you all thought he was dead or the fact that Riven seems to have joined the dark side.

"What are we going to do?"

"Right now, we're going to sit down and watch the sun come up. We're going to enjoy this beautiful thing, and then we're going to figure out how we're going to fix things." You both sit down on the tiny hill looking over Alfea. You know they're going to come for you and Sky. You saw the way Andreas looked at Sky. But right now, you're just two teenagers sitting there watching the sun come up.

"Thank you for being here," you mumble leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I'm always going to be right here. It's you and me."

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

I love your Bleeding out series. I love the alternate ending where reader faints. Now I can’t help imagine if reader had actually woken up and decided that she needed some space to think and went to stay at the compound. Worrying Wanda and Natasha.

BUT! BUT HERES THE RESULT: The next day, Reader just needed a moment and comes back and is extremely thrilled and happy to be a mum alongside her two loves of her life, now with a little one on the way!

Authors note: Hopefully this is the right amount of angst for you!

Word count: 4601          

Warnings: angst that lasts only a smidge

WandaNat Masterlist    Marvel Masterlist   Bleeding Out Masterlist

    They hadn’t noticed the door open while they were talking, Steves voice startled them slightly, “I have a solution for that.”

    “You're serious?” Nat asks, “You can really go back and get her?”

    He smiles at them,  “I went and got you, didn’t I?”

    “You did, but there's a big difference between bringing someone three days into the future versus six years into the future.” she says

   “True some things and people will be different but for the most part the team is the same so that should make it easy enough for her to adjust. Plus she’ll have the two of you and me there to explain it all to her before we bring her home.” he tells them

   “We’re going with you?” Wanda asks

   “Honestly if you don’t I don’t know how I'll convince her I’m telling the truth.” he reasons

   “Good point. Tony and I only believed you because you had all six stones, and looked at both of us like a wounded puppy. And we knew time travel was possible, Y/n doesn't.” Nat says

   “Right. So let's go to the platform and get some quantum suits on the two of you and grab an extra for Y/n.” he says

   The three quickly, and excitedly make their way outside to the platform. Bruce hands both women their quantum suits which they put on and Bucky hands Steve a briefcase with an extra quantum suit in it. Steve motions to the platform as Nat looks at him, she grabs Wandas hand and leads her up onto the platform where Steve joins them.

   “What day are we going back to?” Wanda asks

   “The day she died, before she can get on the quinjet to leave for the mission.” he replies looking at Bruce, who gives him a thumbs up.

   “See you in a minute”  Nat says before the three head off for the past

Avengers compound, 2017

    “Alright, looks like it's about eight in the morning. Where was she at this time?”

    Wanda blushes, “Uhm, her and Nat were still in bed, with me….saying goodbye.”

   “Oh, well…uh” Steve says rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks heat up

    Nat smirks, “It was a really nice goodbye.”

   “Ok, ok. Thank you. When will she be alone?” Steve asks

   “In about ten minutes she’ll come down for breakfast with Tasha.” Wanda says

   Nat nods, “Then afterwards she heads to the training room to get some last minute exercising in while I get all of our stuff loaded into the quinjet.”

   He nods, “Alright, you two go and hide in the training room. Once she heads in I’ll make sure no one else can interrupt your conversation.” 

   “Got it” Nat says, pulling Wanda along the hallway by their still joined hands. 

   They head into the training room and Wanda looks around for an adequate place to hide despite knowing that her girlfriend, the Russian spy, certainly already had a place in mind. Sure enough Nat leads them over to a large stack of mats that are used to cover the floor when someone is sparring, and tucks them both behind it.

   “We’ll wait here” she says, earning a nod from the other woman

   The minutes pass by slowly, feeling more like hours to the two redheads. Probably due to their nervousness and excitement to see you again. Natasha couldn't wait to see you again, to be able to hear your voice call out to her, to feel you next to her and Wanda in bed at night and so much more. Wanda felt those things too, but what she missed the most was being able to hold you holding her in return as you pepper kisses onto her neck. 

   They both hold their breath when they hear the training room door open and they know it's you instantly, no matter how many years they've been apart from you they would always know you, the way you walked, the way you hummed along to your music. How could they ever forget. 

  They both peek around their makeshift barrier to view you. For a few moments they simply watch you take swing after swing at the punching bag in front of you, both not wanting to move, afraid this wasn’t real. But suddenly Wanda just can’t hold back her reaction and Natasha finds she's unable to stop the witch.

   Wanda runs up and tackles you in a hug, taking you to the ground. You let out a chuckle before removing your headphones, “Baby, we've only been apart for like half an hour.”

   She lets out a sob at that, god if only you knew. Two years, that's how long it’s been since she's been able to hold you, to feel you, to hear you. And mind you for one of those years, she was gone for five so she can’t imagine how Nat must feel. She’s been without you for six years.

   Finally you look down, “Wan, why are you crying?” too focused on the woman herself to notice her strange outfit

   “Because we've missed you so much Y/n.” Nat says as she makes her way over to you

   Your head tilts slightly as you take in her appearance. Her odd outfit wasn’t the only thing wrong here. Her hair was different, like vastly and unexplainably different from ten minutes ago. And there was a deep sadness to her eyes, unlike the brightness that you knew to be there.

   “You're not Natasha.” you say, but quickly figure out a better way to word it once you see her visabley recoil, “Well, maybe you are. You just aren’t my Natasha, the one I just left in the kitchen. Which also means, you aren’t my Wanda.” 

   Apparently that wasn’t the right phrasing either though because she lets out another sob and holds you tighter, burying her head deeper in your chest. It didn’t matter if she wasn’t the Wanda you knew, you still hated seeing her so upset so of course you gently rub her back as she cries. You look to the far more composed Natasha for answers, though you can now see tears escaping her eyes as well.

    “We are your Natasha and Wanda.” she says with a tremble of her bottom lip.

   You nod your head, “Right well, you’ll pardon me for not believing that. I just spent the past few hours with my girlfriends so believe me when I say you might be them, from some other universe or you're very good fakes of some sort. I’m leaning more towards clones than robots though since, you know, tears. Or you’ve got those veil things on your faces that Tasha uses to change her identity. But you aren’t the women I just spent my morning with, you're not the women I know and love.”

   She sits on the floor next to you since it was apparent that this Wanda wasn’t going to let you move, though you had been allowed to sit up so long as you brought her with you. She slowly and carefully reaches for your hand and smiles when you allow her to lace her fingers between yours. 

   “We are your girlfriends kotenok(kitten), you did just spend the morning with us.” you go to argue but she gives you a stern look so you allow her to continue, “We made love with Wanda before we had to leave to get ready for the mission, like always. Then you and I ate breakfast, you made us waffles in the new waffle maker Tony got. Then you came here and I was going to load our stuff onto the quinjet and once Clint and Bucky were ready I said I would come get you.”

    You look at her, searching her eyes as she tells you all that you've done this morning. Tells you it like she was there, and you realize it's because she was there. Though for this Nat it's been a few years instead of just this morning ‘We’ve missed you so much Y/n.’ That's what she had said, and coupled with Wandas inconsolable sobbing, you put it all together.

    “So you aren’t from some other universe then?” you ask, only slightly teasing

    “No. Same universe, just a few years ahead.” she answers

   You take a deep breath as you look down at the crying Sokovian on your lap, your hand stops rubbing her back in order to play with her hair. She always liked when you did that, you smile when she leans into your touch. You look back up at the other redhead.

   “I die today, don’t I?” you ask, knowing the answer. Why else would they miss you so incredibly that they travel back in time to this very moment. 

    She breaks down, crying almost as hard as Wanda as she nods her head. She finds the word Yes is much too hard to say in that moment. You release her hand only to pull her into your embrace as well.

   You let out a watery chuckle, “Wow, the two of you must really love me to travel back in time to see me.”

   Wanda finally looks up at you, “Of course we love you detka(baby), but we didn’t just come to see you. We came to bring you home.”

   Nat buries her head in your neck allowing you to feel her tears against your skin, “We love you so much. Please come back with us, please.” she begs

   You cup Wandas face and squeeze Nat a little tighter, “I love you both too, but won’t me leaving this time like, I don’t know, mess up something in the timeline or some such nonsense?”

   “No, the teams already tried it. They brought me and Tony back.” she states

   You try your best to look at her, “Wait, you died?” 

   “She sacrificed herself for the stupid soul stone.” You give Wanda a look that reminds Nat of Steve when Tony was explaining how to work a cell phone

   “I’ll simplify. Thanos came and he took out half the universe, Wanda included, once he was able to get all six stones and put them into his special gauntlet. After five years Tony figured out time travel so we went back to various times to get the stones to undo what he had done, but the soul stone needed a sacrifice and I wasn’t going to just let Clint throw his life away so…”Nat explains

   “I imagine he didn’t just let you die. I’m also assuming the plan worked since Wanda is here now.” you say

   “Yes Clint tried to be the sacrifice but you know how stubborn Tasha is. Bruce snapped bringing everyone back and Tony eventually realized that the only way to win was for a hero to snap Thanos and his army away, which killed him.” Wanda answers

   “Steve, upon seeing how much Pepper, Morgan and Wanda missed us, went to get us when he returned the stones to their proper time.” Nat continues

   “I was with you until Morgan.” you say

   “Oh, right. Tony and Pepper had a daughter.” the Russian explains

   “Now that you know it won’t mess anything up, will you please come back with us?” Wanda asks while Nat looks at you

   You smile, “You know I could never say no to my girls.”

   Steve must be getting a sixth sense because just then he enters, you look at the man in the same suit as your girls and realize he came for you too “Better get your suit on then.” he says passing you a briefcase after your girlfriends let you stand

   You quickly put it on, looking over its various details as you do so. Your girlfriends and Steve watch, wide smiles on their faces.

   “Glad you said yes Y/n.” he says, clapping you on the back once your ready

  “I couldn’t have said no Cap, they're my girls and they missed me.” you answer before a helmet closes around your head and the others.

Present day, 2023

   Theres some lights, an odd sensation and then you're on a platform next to a cabin and a lake with Bucky, Sam and Bruce in his Hulk form looking at you. The two men smile before rushing to you, engulfing you in a hug. You return the gesture before Steve manages to pull them away muttering about not keeping me from the girls.

   “Welcome to 2023 Y/n!” Hulk, er actually Bruce you supposed, says with a wave before he focus back on his laptop

   “Thanks Bruce. I’m sure I’ll manage to fit in.” you reply, taking your girlfriends hands.

   It’s been about a week since your return, or whatever one would call traveling to the future to avoid dying, and every minute since then has been spent with your girls. You had moved into the apartment Natasha and Wanda had got together after they lost you, there was plenty of room for the three of you there and they were so incredibly happy to have you back. 

   You didn’t mind the constant snuggles, hand holding, kisses or hugs they both subjected you to. And you certainly didn’t mind that they took extra special care of you during sex the past few nights. Your girls seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did.

   Wanda had truly enjoyed last night, in fact she enjoyed it so much that she couldn’t help but have the most wonderful dream. Just the three of you living in this cute little house on a few acres of land. You all talked about how much you loved each other, how you wanted to get married and start a family. That had really resonated with the Sokovian because she really did want a family with you and Natasha, and she knew how badly Nat wanted to be a mom.

   It was such a good dream that upon waking up, she wished she could go back into it. That is until she absentmindedly put her hand on her stomach, her stomach which was now quite a bit larger than it should be.

   “Oh my god!” she exclaims as she jumps out of the bed, causing you and Nat to wake with a start. 

   You flail around and fall right out of the bed, landing face down on the floor with a thud as your nose connects with the wood. Nat is much more composed and sits up straight, grabbing the gun she kept under the pillow, which she quickly puts away when she notices you fall and Wanda with a hand on her larger than normal belly dart into the bathroom. 

   Wait, what. Is…is she pregnant? No that's not possible…is it? Even if it was, how is she that far along already?  Nats scrambled thoughts are broken when she hears you

   “Fuck.” you exclaim as you sit up up your elbows and see the blood dripping to the floor below your face

   “You ok down there?” she asks as she leans over to get a look at you

   You look up at her and notice her worried expression, “You tell me”

    “Oh, kotenok(kitten).” she says as she slides out of the bed to join you on the floor. Her hands gently cup your face as she looks at your nose, “It’s not broken, but you're definitely going to be bruised.”

   You groan, “Well, at least it doesn't need realignment.”

   “No, but it does need to be cleaned. You've got a gash on the side over here.” she responds

   “Well, before we deal with my nose, why don’t you go check on Wan. She's never woken up like that before and I’m worried.” you admit

   Nat realized then that you didn’t see what she did, “Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.” she tells you as she walks over to the bathroom door, knocking, “Wan, it's Tasha. I’m coming in, ok?” she says out loud while  her thoughts of Dorogoy(Sweetheart) I saw you, let me in and we can figure this out together ok? Make their way into the Sokovians mind

   “Okay.” she replies softly, not trusting her own voice after seeing herself in the bathroom mirror. She had to be at least two if not three months along, which is impossible considering she wasn’t with child at all just last night.

   The door opens as Natasha enters, shutting it softly behind her. Her eyes take in the sight in front of her, her girlfriend was definitely and suddenly very pregnant. The Russian would be lying if this didn’t excite her though, she's always wanted to be a mom and to be able to have a family with Wanda and you would be everything she’d ever want in life. She walks over to the other woman, who looks much like a deer caught in the headlights at the moment.

   “How?” is all the Russian can manage. Wanda simply shakes her head at this, understanding the mix of confusion and excitement because she feels the same way. 

   “I don’t know! Unless, oh my god, Tasha. I had a really good dream last night where we had kids and I remember thinking how badly I wanted that, a family with the loves of my life. And when I woke up I was like this.” she says

   “You're thinking your magic somehow did this?” Nat asks, which she admits does make sense. 

   “Do you have some other way to explain this?” she asks resting a hand on her bump

   “No” she says as she also places a hand on Wandas belly, a smile growing on her face “I love you.” she says before kissing the other woman

   Wandas hands wrap around her neck, keeping her close after they pull apart, “I love you too Tasha.”

   She knew the Russian would be happy about this news. Not that she thought you wouldn’t be, but she was worried about what you would think. You've been through a lot recently. You saw future versions of your girlfriends tell you you died, they brought you to 2023 where you were having to adjust to certain changes with people and things, you’d only been here for a week and now this. She worried it was too much too fast, that you'd like the idea of having a family just not right now and she didn’t know what to do if that was the case. She didn’t even know how she managed to do this and she and Nat wanted this so undoing it was out of the question.

   “Hey, talk to me. What's wrong?” Nat asks when she notices the tears building in the others eyes

   “What if Y/n isn't ready for this yet, what if everything is happening faster than she wants it or what if she doesn't want this at all Tasha?” she says as she starts to cry

   She holds her girlfriend tighter, “Shhh, sweet girl. Y/n loves us so much, there's no way she couldn’t want a family with us.”

   “That doesn't mean she wants that family right now.” Wanda almost sobs at the thought of you rejecting her current state, rejecting her and then Natasha too.

 �� Nat goes to answer but is cut off by a knock at the door, “I love you both very much but one, I’m starting to worry and two I really need to get cleaned up.” your muffled voice says through the wood of the door

   Wanda practically freezes so Nat takes it upon herself, “Doors open Y/n!” she tells you

   You open the door and your eyes are immediately drawn to Wanda, more specifically her stomach. Her eyes however are immediately drawn to your nose, partially caked in dried blood while the gash still bleeds. She’s by your side, hand cupping your face before you can even blink.

   “I’m so sorry detka(baby). I didn’t mean to make you fall out of the bed and hurt yourself.” she says as she stares into your eyes

   If you were being honest you register only half that sentence. And your brain couldn’t be bothered with that half so you end up just nodding at her words as your eyes continue to look at her stomach

   “You…you're…” is all you manage to say before hitting the floor with a thud

   “Y/n!” both your girlfriends exclaim as they rush to your aid. Wandas fears of you not wanting this and leaving them eat away at her as she cradles her head in her lap. Tears cloud her eyes as she looks at a worried Natasha. The Russian didn’t have those fears at first, but after seeing you faint she worries that maybe this all is too much too quickly for you.

   Wanda can feel her anxieties build as you begin to stir in her hold. When your eyes open, your gaze moves to her prominent bump causing you to sit up quickly. Natasha doesn't miss the sadness and concern that flash across the Sokovians eyes as she watches you turn away.

   Your gaze turns to the floor in front of you as you anxiously run a hand through your hair, a sigh leaving your lips as you do so. Wandas tear filled eyes meet Natashas, silently begging her to say or ask something to try and figure out your head space since you've apparently shut her out of your head.

   “Y/n-” she starts before you cut her off

   You shake your head, abruptly standing up, “I, uh..I gotta go…..Bucky- promised Bucky, we’d train then get coffee”

   They watch with hurt expressions as you rush to your closet, apparently completely forgetting about your injured and bloody nose as you search for an appropriate outfit. Wanda nearly crumbles as she realizes she was not going to get a happy and excited reaction like Natasha had given, out of you. Nat blinks back tears of her own as she stands and slowly makes her way over to you. You nearly jump out of your skin when she gently touches your shoulder, which only worries her further.

  “Kotenok(kitten), please-” she tried but is cut off again

   “I really gotta go, Nat.” you state, “Bucky is expecting me.”

   The Russian has had enough, “So that's it? You're just not going to acknowledge any of this and rush off?” You go quiet as you slip on your workout clothes, “Answer me damnit!”

   You slowly turn to face her, noticing the tears that have begun to fall down her face. You can see Wanda, still sitting where you’d left her in the bathroom doorway, shaking slightly as her hand rests on her bump. She refuses to look up and meet your gaze, scared to potentially see disappointment or regret on your features.

   Your gaze slowly drifts back to the woman in front of you, “I’m sorry…I- I can’t do this right now.”  You quickly leave the bedroom and head for the apartment's front door. Rushing to your car and off for the compound.

   Once the front door closes Wanda breaks down, shaking with sobs as she cradles her stomach. Natasha is quick to rush to her side, engulfing her in her embrace as she allows tears to leave her eyes too.

  “T-tasha, tell me w-we didn’t just lose her again” she stutters out, “Tell me I d-didn’t make a horrible m-mistake.”

   She shakes her head, “This isn’t a mistake dorogoy(sweetheart), not at all.” she says as her hands caress the other womans stomach. “This is our baby, and our baby could never be a mistake.”

   “B-but Y/n-”

   “Shh, Y/n loves us. You know she does, so much.” she pauses to brush away Wandas tears

   “But she left.”

   “I know, I don’t think she meant to. She's just overwhelmed.” she explains, “Though that isn’t an excuse nor does it make it hurt any less.”

    As the hours pass by and nighttime settles over them Natasha can’t help but start to second guess her earlier statement. You’d gone the rest of the day without texting or calling either of them and you still haven’t come back home to them. Seeking comfort, Wanda snuggles against Natasha as they lie in bed, but it's not long before both of them jump in excitement when they each hear their phones ding with a message. They each quickly pick it up only to be filled with disappointment.

    Trained a bit too hard with Bucky. Won’t be home tonight, too tired to drive.

   That was it. No apology, no I miss you or I love you. Hell, not even a goodnight. Wanda quickly sets her phone down on the bedside table before sinking deeper into the bed. She seeks comfort in Nats side, grabbing your pillow and holding it close as she quietly begins to cry once again. 

   Natasha gets comfortable as well, wrapping her arms around the younger redhead to offer as much comfort as she can. “It’s going to be ok dorogoy(sweetheart). We’re going to be a little family.”

   Wanda shakes her head, holding tightly to the hand the older woman rests on the bump, “Won’t be right without Y/n.”

   “She’ll be here moya lyubov'(my love)” she tries to reassure despite her own fears, “She’ll come back to us.” 

   The next mourning starts agonizingly slow without you. Nat stays in bed a few hours longer than she normally would, not wanting to leave Wanda alone with her thoughts and fears. Eventually they make their way to the kitchen, intent on starting the normal routine. Just as Natasha starts making coffee, a jingle of keys grabs her attention.

   Not having the spy senses that the Russian does, Wanda still sits sipping on her tea, slightly confused by the sudden cease to the other womans movements. The sound of the front door opening and closing answers any questions she has, and she finds her feet carrying her to you. A quiet ‘oomf’ leaves you as her body collides with yours, her arms wrapping around you tightly. You're quick to return to the embrace, feeling her let out a sigh of relief.

   A quiet, “You came back”  leaves her which causes your already intense guilt to skyrocket

   “Of course I did.” you say as Nat makes her way over to you both, joining in the hug, “I’m so sorry I reacted how I did my loves. I shouldn't have just left like that. It’s no excuse, but just know it only happened because I just panicked.”

   “You were feeling overwhelmed?” Natasha asks as she looks at you, glad to have you home

   You nod, “So much has happened. I’m getting used to so much change and I just didn’t know how to handle it so I ran. I shouldn't have done that. I should have talked with the two of you. I’m so sorry that I made you think I could ever leave the two of you.”

   Your girlfriends smile as your hands caress Wadas bump, “Three of us detka(baby)”

   Your smile is bright enough to ease away the remainder of their worries, “I’d never leave the three of you. Not ever, but especially not when we're starting our family.”

   At your return and reassuring words the weight of the situation finally hits the Sokovian, “We’re having a baby, we’re really having a baby.”

   “We are.” Natasha affirms as happy tears cloud her eyes, “I love you both so much.”

   “And I love you both.” you add in

   “I love you both too, and you malyutka(little one)”

    Natasha hums, adding her hand to the bump, “Especially you.”

[juletheghoul]

Burning Hour (Part 3)

This series has completely taken over my life and I am so happy you are all enjoying it so much - thank you for all of the lovely messages and comments - I treasure them deeply.

So - you shouldn't be surprised that this particular moment on the red carpet absolutely inspired a scene in this story and I regret nothing. Hope you all enjoy this fantasy that's keeping me going lol.

Din Djarin x F!Reader (Virgin reader)

Pairing: Din x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: (18+ NO MINORS) Angst, pining, slow-burn, implied arranged marriage, language, age-gap (about 10-11 years, legal, reader is of age) Yearning, jealousy, fingering/touching / slight dirty talk (slightly possessive)

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You floated through the morning.

Your dreams were full of kisses, of declarations of love and beskar glinting under the sun and it was hard to concentrate on anything.

You smiled to yourself as you broke your fast with warm bread and butter, feeling his eyes on you from his place behind your father.

“Your highness-” Your father’s advisor came through the door holding the usual paperwork, things for him to look over, letters to read. “-A letter has come for the Princess.” He turned to you then with a smile. He was an old man, grandfatherly and sweet. He handed it to you and you noticed from the corner of your eye Din’s helmet turn towards you.

It was a small letter and you noticed how beautiful the script was as you opened it.

Dearest Princess,

I would be honoured if you were to join me here at my home for dinner. My messenger awaits your response and if you agree, I will send my personal household guard to accompany you. I also imagine your knight will be in attendance, I welcome him and whoever else you choose to bring at my table. Ruby as well of course.

Hoping you’ll say yes.

Ever yours,

Poe. D.

“It’s from Poe, he asks that I join him this evening for dinner.” You were frowning at the letter, conflicted because you wanted to stay home, wanted to meet Din in the garden again. A tiny part of you however, the tiniest part wanted to say yes - wanted to see how Poe would behave. Part of you wanted him to do something unforgivable to wipe the smiles off your parents faces.

“Oh but you must go!” Your father’s voice boomed through the room and you imagined that you could almost hear Din’s jaw clenching.

“Yes my darling, you must go. What does the letter say?” Your mother held her hand out and you handed it to her. She smiled as she read it. “Din, you must accompany her.” She was smiling big, excited at the prospect of a match having been made. No one bothered to ask if you wanted to go.

“Yes of course, let his messenger know that the Princess will be in attendance. She will go, Din- I leave her safety in your hands. Take you who must.” It had been decided for you, and you had to accept it. You felt Mila’s hand grasp yours under the table in understanding.

-

“Which gown would you like to wear your highness?” She asked sadly as you put on your undergarments and you sighed.

Whichever one makes everyone leave me alone.

“Whichever you think would look best sweetling, I have no preference.” You said the words and they were honest. Yes - Poe was charming and sweet, handsome and in another life you would have been faint with excitement at his interest in you but you were in love with Din. He was the one you wanted to share a meal with. He was the one you wanted to kiss in the open - to have holding your hand as you sat together in front of the hearth. He was the one you wanted in your bed.

“How about this one?” She held out a lovely powder blue gown. You would have said no, something more plain but you had to be seen to be making an effort.

“Yes, that will do nicely.” You smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes. She didn’t comment on it.

“I will tie a blue ribbon around Ruby’s neck to match, and I think you have some sapphires as well.” She brought over a tray of jewelry for you to peruse while she laced up your gown.

Your mind drifted to an interesting place. You imagined you were preparing for dinner with Din and imagined your knight picking out jewels for you to wear.

Would he prefer diamonds? Would he like me better in opals or emeralds?

You had a feeling he wouldn’t mind either way, but it was lovely to pretend even for a moment. She placed a dark blue cloak about your shoulders and stood back.

“You look beautiful Princess, the blue looks lovely against your skin.” She held up a silvered looking glass and you saw the reflection of a happy woman, although why she was happy - no one could know.

“Thank you sweetling, let's get this night over with shall we?” You smiled at her as you both made your way outside.

---

Din, along with five of his best knights, waited for her to set out for Damerons home. Damerons own household guard waited as well, having been sent to accompany her and he surveyed them. They seemed competent enough, he gave them their space nonetheless.

It was getting more and more difficult to put the future out of his mind - he knew that the Princess would marry at some point, it was her duty as Queen. She might even marry Poe - he knew that objectively they were a good match but his mind simply couldn’t stay objective. Not when it came to her.

This whole thing was moving faster than he hoped and he didn’t know what he could do about it.

You have to face facts Djarin, you’ll never marry her. You are a knight, she is a Princess, there is no place for you. Maybe you should just let her go.

It was in him to do so, to ignore his feelings for her; to find Gisela and ask her to marry him - have a couple of little ones and pray for things to work out. The harsh words to get her to hate him on the tip of his tongue but they evaporated like dew on a sunny day when he saw her come out to meet him.

She was a gem- a bright, glittering thing that he wanted so desperately to hold onto.

“I am ready Sir, shall we?” She smiled shyly and he nodded.

“Of course Princess, allow me.” He guided her into the wheelhouse, dreading and cherishing every single second.

--

The ride was uneventful, the road was quiet thankfully with nothing to see but long swathes of trees and greenery in the gloaming of the evening.

Ruby was napping softly in your lap but woke quickly when you arrived, her little tail wagging happily at the prospect of exploring.

“Yes my little darling - we are here.” She was in Mila’s arms when you pet her, the two of you waiting for the wheelhouse to come to a stop.

Din opened the door for you, he was helping you climb down when you heard Poe’s voice sounding out.

“Princess, I am so pleased you agreed to come-” He was striding over, his squire on his heels. “-I am happy to see you all. Please - be welcome.” He was smiling big at everyone as his guards retreated, no doubt returning to their posts. He crouched quickly to pet Ruby before approaching you.

“Hello Poe, I thank you for your invitation.” You smiled as you took in your surroundings. His home was a beautiful sprawling estate. He must have been wealthier than you thought. “You must give me a tour of the grounds - I would love to see the gardens.” You smiled at him as he offered you his arm.

“Of course Princess, I will show you whatever you wish after our meal - unless you’d like to go now?” He paused for a moment.

“After dinner would be just fine.” You answered as he guided all of you inside.

--

You weren’t sure what to expect about his home when the letter had come in earlier but it was a pleasant surprise. There were fresh cut flowers everywhere, painstakingly detailed tapestries hung up on the walls as you made your way to the large dining room. Lush carpets and plush chairs, truly a man who enjoyed his comforts.

“You have a lovely home Poe.” You smiled as he led you to your seat.

“I thank you Princess -“ He turned to Din and the other Mandalorians waiting by the table. “-Please, sit with us. I meant what I said, you are all welcome at my table.” He gestured to them to sit.

“I do not wish to intrude, we would be happy to eat with the rest of your household guard.” Din replied, his voice was clipped however.

“Nonsense. I insist, I dare say the Princess would be more comfortable if you were to join us.” He said it with an easy smile and Din hesitated slightly before agreeing. They all sat, lining their helmets up before them.

Din barely spoke.

He had never been one for long speeches - you were unsure whether it was because of the helmet, or just his nature. The other Mandalorians were friendlier and Poe took it all in stride. You could see that he took nothing personal and treated them just as he treated you.

Aside from Din’s cool demeanor and Poe’s etiquette, the dinner went well. The food was wonderful and you didn’t fail to notice some of your favourites on the menu.

“I took the liberty of finding out what you like to eat.” He said it quietly, not wanting to draw attention and you favoured him with a smile. It was hard not to like him, he was very thoughtful.

Once the meal was done, he fulfilled his promise and escorted you outside. It was much more open than the gardens back home - everything illuminated by torches and lanterns. There were flowers and neatly pruned shrubbery surrounding the large building. You noticed a stable on one side, as well a modest greenhouse on the other.

“It’s nothing compared to what you’re used to but I enjoy it. The kennels are just behind the stables and there are flowers and different fruit trees just to the right there - that’s where they get the most sun. I’m afraid the night doesn’t do it justice, it’s much lovelier during the day.” He was walking you through the grounds, your arm tucked under his as your party followed.

“It’s lovely, truly.” You were sincere and you couldn’t help but look up, the sky awash in stars. “I would imagine you must spend a lot of time out here.” You let him guide the way.

“Not as often as I'd like to, but I try. Perhaps when we marry I’ll make more of an effort.” He said it with a wink and you scoffed loudly but without malice.

“Oh is that so? Well then I suppose I’ll have to change some things around since in your mind I’ll live here hm?” Your tone was playful but sarcastic and you were acutely aware of Din following the two of you.

“Oh yes Princess, I am quite sure. My home is yours and you may do with it what you will. I live only to make you happy.” He was just as playful and as annoyed as you were that he was so confident in your union, it was also aggravatingly refreshing to be able to speak to someone so honestly - better yet for them to respond in kind.

You ignored it, Poe was charming, that’s all.

Much to your annoyance, the night was enjoyable. Poe was an excellent host and it was later than you had originally planned when you set off for home. The woods were pitch black in some spots, it made you anxious to ride in the wheelhouse while the world outside seemed like it didn’t exist. The soft light of the moon doing nothing to pierce through the darkness of the road at times.

Reaching the palace had been a relief and you said as much when you stepped out.

“You should have told me Princess, I would have ridden in it with you - if it would have helped.” He spoke as he guided you inside. You had wanted to, but the temptation of having him so close would have been too much - and as much as Mila knew about your feelings towards him - you didn’t want her to see you kissing him.

You patted his arm in silent thanks and he said nothing else.

When you reached your room you hesitated at the door, wanting him to pull you away somewhere but he didn’t - instead he waited until Mila got in. He took his helmet off and you smiled at the state of his hair. Your fingers itched to ruffle through it.

“Princess, if it’s not too late, I would ask you to join me for a midnight ride.” He waited for your answer and your smile widened.

“Of course! Would you permit me to change quickly?” You didn’t want to ride in such a stuffy gown - as beautiful as it was.

“I will wait however long it takes.” He motioned for you to go and you did - urging Mila to help you once you reached your bedchamber.

“The soft linen dress I think - with the long shift and the heavy cloak. I want to be comfortable and warm.” You changed as fast as humanly possible - all but ripping the jewelry off and within a few minutes you were rushing out the door. The two of you making your way towards the stables as silently as possible.

You watched him work deftly, his skilled hands saddling his horse with ease. One horse, not two.

“Are we to ride together?” You looked at him confused.

“Is this a problem for you Princess? I thought it might be quicker to get us to safety should something happen if we were on the same horse. I could saddle you your own if you prefer - we just wouldn’t travel too far.” He hesitated momentarily and your heart leapt at the thought that he would be holding you so closely.

“I trust your judgment Sir, one horse it is.” You kept your voice neutral and he nodded, finishing his work quickly. Once he was done - he helped you up and pulled himself up behind you. The cool beskar pressed up against your back as his arms reached around you to grab the reins.

Your dress pooled up around your thighs slightly, but your legs were covered by your big cloak but it was exciting nonetheless. You felt exposed, with his proximity it excited you way more than it should have. It felt forbidden, taboo and thrilling to have it feel like he was holding you. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning back into his body slightly but he didn’t complain.

The ride through the forest was quiet except for the sound of the night birds, the crickets and the creatures that prowled at this time. The sound of the horses' steps, the sound of its breathing mixing with yours as well as Din’s. He rode through trees, through the little paths only he seemed to know and after a while you were beside a lake. The soft sound of the water kissing the shore added to the nightsong and you were happy that he had brought you here. He had been silent the whole ride, but you felt him take his helmet off behind you and secure it somehow to the saddle.

“You should know that you looked exceptionally lovely today Princess, blue is your colour.” His breath tickled your neck and you shivered. You turned slightly to look back but you couldn’t fully face him, the angle awkward but he kissed you just under your ear to let you know it was okay.

“I thank you Sir, I hoped you would like it.” You leaned back into his arms to tuck your head under his chin.

“You wore that for me? I thought you wore it for Dameron.” His hands came up to hold onto your arms as he pressed little kisses to your neck.

“I always dress for you.” You left it at that, hoping he would understand that despite everything- he was the one you wanted.

“Can I confess something?” His hand came up to slowly undo the cloak tied at your throat.

“Yes, anything.” You answered almost breathlessly, watching his hands open up the cloak to expose your shoulders, the skin of your thighs poking out where the dress had bunched up even more.

“You might think me wicked but, I thought about what it would be like to kiss you.” His hand trailed down as he spoke, rubbing at your thighs over your dress and you watched them in the low light of the moon, mesmerized.

“You’ve kissed me before Sir, you could kiss me now.” You turned a little more but he stopped you.

“I wasn’t thinking about kissing your mouth lovely girl, I was thinking about kissing you somewhere else.” His hands slowly gathered the fabric of your dress, bunching it in his fist - lifting it inch by inch to bare your legs to him. “May I show you where I want to kiss you?” He stopped but you clung onto his arms around you.

“Yes - please show me.” You felt is other hand join the fray and soon he had exposed your lower half to the cool night air. Your undergarments were damp you knew it - the arousal pooling low in your belly at the thought that he might touch you where you most wanted him to. He didn’t disappoint.

His hand trailed up your inner thigh lightly, slowly, up until he skillfully slid it into your undergarments. He groaned deep in his chest when he touched your bare sex.

“Right here. I long to kiss you, taste you here.” His touch was feather light on the lips of your womanhood, slipping along the seam of you. You whimpered, no one had ever touched you here and you felt the slick dripping out of you as you let him explore. “Would you let me Princess? Would you let me bury my tongue right here?” He dipped his fingers low, parting you slightly to dip his fingers just at the entrance - collecting your arousal onto his fingers before slipping them out and bringing them to his mouth behind you. You moaned at the sound of him sucking you off of them and you nodded frantically.

“Yes Din, I would let you - I’m yours.” You moaned the words and his other hand held you in place.

“And I am yours.” He responded before bringing his hand back to where you craved it, this time he spread the lips of your cunt open wide, honing his middle finger on the pearl of your sex. He rubbed tight, slow circles around it and you moaned - trying desperately to open your legs wider. He chuckled darkly behind you.

“Does that feel good Princess?” He turned your face with his other hand, twisting his upper body enough to capture your mouth in a messy kiss, not quite aligned but it sent a shiver of arousal through you and you felt yourself climbing higher and higher- his finger relentless as he sped up a little.

“Yes - Gods yes - it feels so good Din, I thought about you too.” You moaned the words into his mouth. “I think about you touching me like this, when I do it to myself.” He groaned at your confession, his tongue thick in your mouth when he kissed you again.

His finger dipped low to collect more wetness and the glide of it was just right, just slippery enough to send you over the edge and you almost screamed. Your body seizing up with pleasure as your sex clenched around nothing. He cooed into your ear as you rode it out.

“You are intoxicating my lovely one.” He kissed your neck, as he lowered your skirts.

You watched him, blissed out and boneless as he licked his fingers before grabbing the reins again and slowly making his way back to the palace.

-

Mila was snoring softly when you slipped into the room and you were careful not to wake her and as tired as you were from travel it took you a long time to fall asleep. Your heart full of love for Din and a hunger you couldn’t satiate filled your belly. It was a craving for his body, for his kisses, for physical love a woman shared with her husband. You fell asleep hoping - though secretly knowing- that he craved you the same way.

—-

As happy as you were when you awoke the next morning, it was quickly dampened - your father informed you that Poe was to arrive at the Palace as his honoured guest. That he was to stay for a time as a gesture of good will.

You saw right through it.

Your parents had decided that Poe was the suitor they wanted for you and they weren’t being at all subtle.

They informed you with big smiles on their faces, no doubt in hopes of pushing you towards him. It was exhausting - this constant reminder that you would never be truly free to live the life you wanted with Din.

When Poe arrived, he was happy - taking this as a sign that he was winning you over.

“Greetings Princess, I cannot tell you how happy I am to be able to spend more time with you.” He was all smiles and you had no choice but to smile back.

“It will be interesting for sure.” With the way you felt about Din, the intense desire to be around him was at the forefront of your mind. As well as the way Din behaved around Poe, it would definitely be interesting to say the least.

—

Your father invited Poe to dine at your private table, and he engaged him in conversation almost the whole night. They spoke of the future, of how Poe would help rule if he were indeed to marry you. Your mother smiled silently, happy to let the conversation center around the two of you.

Din stood still behind your fathers chair and you wanted nothing more than to pull him to sit with you. To talk to him, kiss him and feed him from your own plate.

“I would want to help people to be quite honest, extend a hand to those that aren’t as fortunate as us. There are people out there starving and that doesn’t sit right with me.” He was honest, to a fault like he said but you admired that.

“That’s very noble of you my boy.” The king nodded.

“It’s very honourable isn’t it my darling?” Your mother smiled at you and you smiled back, nodding around a bite of your food.

“I’m sure the Princess and I could do much and more to help the people who need it the most, if she would let me that is.” He had a shy, genuine smile for you, tentatively reaching over and taking your hand in his. You couldn’t very well snatch it back but you felt Din’s eyes burning into the interaction.

This could get messy.

“Princess, I would humbly ask that you accompany me for a walk through the grounds - chaperoned by your knight of course.” He asked as the remnants of the meal were taken away.

“Oh I’m sure she’d love to join you wouldn’t you sweetling?” Your mother cooed, and you smiled and nodded.

“Yes of course.” You let him guide you, Din following closely behind.

—

“I hope I’m not intruding - I know that the King and Queen are very keen for this to work between us.” He held your hand as you walked arm in arm and you couldn’t help but sigh softly.

“Yes they are aren’t they.” Your tone came out a little more exasperated than you’d hoped but he was well aware that you were not to be swayed by him so easily, you knew he should expect some hesitancy from you.

“I understand that you aren’t impressed and that I am most likely not your first choice. For all I know you might already have your eye on someone else.” He laughed and you couldn’t help but look over your shoulder at Din. “Regardless of that Princess, I know this must be difficult for you but I beg of you to give me a chance to show you that there is potential here. I believe that in time you might come to love me.” He pulled your hand up to his mouth and kissed your fingers.

“You are selling yourself quite hard Poe, I appreciate that you understand that my feelings for you aren’t where you want them to be.” You looked up at him apologetically, expecting him to have a sad look on his face but he surprised you; he was smiling - content to listen to you speak.

“I know, it’s not in you right now but I believe you will see me in a different light. I have faith.” He left the conversation there.

——

It was hard to find time to meet with Din, Poe seemed to be everywhere and his determination seemingly had no bounds.

Your mother found you as you dressed for the day - she had a note from Poe. He was asking you to accompany him into town to hand out some supplies. You couldn’t refuse him, not when your mother had delivered it herself.

“Will Din accompany us?” You asked it offhand, your voice neutral - your face a mask of nonchalance.

“No your father is going on a hunt and Din will be protecting him, there will be other guards with you.” She said it with a shake of her hand as she searched your wardrobe for an appropriate dress. “This will do nicely.” She picked out an off the shoulder, deep berry coloured dress that was not at all practical for a day out in the city.

It would have to do.

-

He had taken you to an orphanage in the heart of the city. There were kids running around of all ages and the older ones ran towards Poe when you entered - recognizing him. He had a big smile on his face as they hugged him around the middle, all decorum forgotten.

“Poe did you bring us anything?” A boy of about twelve years was eager, looking around you to the entourage of guards waiting behind you.

“Of course, brought all of you some good stuff like I always do.” He ruffled the boys hair before he held his hand out to you, you smiled and stepped forward. “I have someone very special here with me today, this is the Princess. Come on over and say hello.” He called them over to you and you saw some of the little girls eyes light up. They flocked to you, asking you if you were indeed the Princess. Asked you if you had a crown, and most importantly why you were there. They were precious.

“She’s here to help just like I am.” Poe answered for you.

A little girl of about six pulled on your dress and you lowered yourself slightly to be at her level.

“Princess, I like your dress, you’re so pretty.” She was smiling at you, her hair was a tangle but her eyes were bright.

“Thank you sweetling, you are much prettier I must say.” You moved the hair out of her eyes and she smiled wide, her little hand clutching at a makeshift cloth doll.

You helped Poe hand out toys and new clothes and there was food for them to eat. You spent the day playing with them and learning about their lives. The women who ran the orphanage knew him and you saw that all of the talk of helping the less fortunate was real, he had already been doing much more than you had ever even imagined.

It was hard to deny the little spark of something that he held within you.

He was handsome, he was kind and smart- funny and generous and with the way his eyes found yours throughout the day; he felt something for you. His eyes were piercing, dark and mysterious and for the first time, he gave you butterflies.

One of the little ones was showing you his space within the building, his bed and his tiny toy horse. He was waxing poetic about how one day he would be a knight. You were smiling at him when Poe stood next to you, his gaze heavy and it sent a flush crawling up your neck to light up your ears.

The fabric at his neck was crumpled and you couldn’t help but reach up to fix it, your arm extended over to him and his gaze focused on it, reached up to hold it to his neck. He placed a delicate kiss to your bicep and pulled you closer. The act was small, but so intimate it did something to you. Melted a tiny piece of you that up until now was frozen to him and he saw it on your face. Felt it in the way you let him hold you close, your arm still around his neck, his hand moving down to hold onto your waist.

The little boy was in front of you now, asking Poe if he would ever give him a real horse and he laughed, not unkindly.

“One day my boy, one day I will give you a horse - only if you promise to behave and be on your best behaviour. Can you do that?” The little boy nodded sagely promising he would. You didn’t pull your arm away, and you couldn’t pinpoint why.

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