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deanstead · 3 years ago

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not risking that

Pairing: Dean Winchester x WinchesterSister!Reader x Sam Winchester

Requested: yes, by anon

Summary: Y/N gets hurt on a hunt, but she’s not ready to risk walking into a hospital just yet.

Word Count: 1,463

Warnings: canon-typical mentions of blood and injuries, passing out

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long! I kept changing stuff lmao but in the end I hope it's okay! I tried to balance out between the brothers, hope this came out well!

WINCHESTER!SISTER MASTERLIST

“Y/N!” Sam’s voice echoed across the abandoned halls.

You flinched as you felt your whole body get thrown against the wall before you crumpled back down onto the floor.

You could see Dean lying a few feet away and you could feel the worry bubble up inside your chest despite the searing pain you felt at your side from the open wound, followed by the ache throughout the rest of your body. Dean, whose first priority had always been you and Sam. The only reason he was not coming for you, was because he couldn’t.

Sam… where’s Sam?

You got your answer a second later when a gunshot ripped through the air and all you could think was “please don’t let him be shot, please don’t let Sam be shot.”

You looked back down at yourself. The blood was oozing through your fingers from where your hand was pressing down on your wound. You didn’t know if you had consciously put it there, you didn’t remember. But now you pressed harder, willing the blood to stop.

“Y/N.” Sam skidded next to you and you glanced up at him.

“You’re okay.” You whispered, your head snapping up the next minute to look for the demon.

Sam shook his head. “I got him, alright. We’re done.” He paused as his eyes fell on your wound. “Alright, let’s get you out of here.”

“Where’s Dean?” You asked, just as your oldest brother reached you.

“Oh my god.”

Sam turned to look at Dean. “I got her. The car, we need to get her out of here.”

Dean was still staring at you.

“Dean!”

Dean’s eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he nodded and took off towards where he’d left the Impala.

“Come on.” Sam whispered, lifting you easily from the ground and out towards the Impala.

Sam climbed into the backseat with you, which you knew either one of them only did when they were worried. “I’m fine.” You told them. “This isn’t even half as bad as the last time…”

Dean looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror briefly before he looked back at the road, turning the car around the corner.

“Dean, the motel’s the other way.” You pointed out.

“We’re going to the hospital.” Dean said without looking up.

“No, Dean.”

Dean glanced up at you and you could see the confusion in his eyes, mixed with the guilt he always put on himself when anyone got hurt. You’d lost track of the number of times you reminded him that he wasn’t responsible for everyone.

“They think we’re dead. If we go to the hospital now, that’s all out the window.”

“Y/N…” Sam tried this time but you elbowed him instead.

“We’re not risking that. There’s cameras everywhere, even if we use a fake name. We’re going back to the motel. You can patch me up.” You directed the comment at Dean, who hadn’t even slowed down.

Dean’s eyes flicked up. “You want me to risk your life over risking exposing ourselves to the freaking FBI?”

His voice was strained and you could tell he wasn’t happy but he knew you had a point.

“Look, I’m talking, I’m up. Stop wasting time, let’s go back to the motel so you can stitch me up before I lose more blood and you have to spend more time cleaning this car up.”

Dean glanced at Sam, who nodded.

And with a screech of tires, Dean had turned the Impala around.

“You ready?” Dean asked, as Sam had one arm around your shoulder, and you held his other free hand.

You nodded, taking a deep breath, sinking your teeth deeper into the towel you kept there just in case you bit your tongue from the pain.

It felt like it went on for hours, Dean weaving the needle through your flesh. You tried not to make any sound, because every time you did he paused to glance at you with a worried look in his eyes, and all you really needed was to get this over with. You didn’t realize there’d been tears running down your face until after Dean was done and he leaned in to put an arm around you. “Okay, we’re done. I’m done. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head but turned to lay your head against Dean, who put his hand gently on the back of your head. “Sorry, you shouldn’t have been hurt.”

You looked up at him. “Don’t do that, Dean. Don’t. You know as well as I do that anything could happen on a hunt, and you promised we’re just going to be happy we all made it out in one piece.” You whispered.

Dean didn’t respond immediately but exhaled before he looked at you.

“Alright, you need rest. You’re white as a sheet. You sure you're okay? We can still go to the hospital now.” Dean said, his worried eyes scanning your face.

You shook your head. “It’ll pass. That hurt like a bitch.”

Sam nodded. “I’ll run out for some burgers alright? Red meat.”

You put a thumbs up. “That’s the only way we roll.”

You didn’t know when you’d fallen asleep but you woke up feeling significantly worse.

The room was empty, Sam must not have gotten back yet and Dean must have stepped out while you were asleep. You were sweaty, and it felt like it was hard to breathe but you climbed out of bed.

The ground felt like sand, the room felt like it was spinning, and then the next thing you knew you were looking at the ceiling before there was nothing except darkness.

“Yeah okay, thanks.” Dean hung up his call with Bobby, leaning against the railings outside the motel room.

He’d watched you fall asleep before he retreated out of the room for some air, which was when his phone had rang. Dean could still feel it acutely - the feeling in the pit of his stomach as he saw the blood oozing out between your fingers like they were eager to escape from your body.

Dean took a deep breath, before he heard a thud. Like a knee-jerk reaction, Dean’s head snapped backwards towards the room and he headed in to check on you.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Dean called, as he headed straight for you, where you’d passed out on the floor. “Y/N! Open your eyes, come on!”

“Dean?” Sam called, before his eyes fell on you. “Oh my god.”

Sam knelt next to you as well, as Dean pulled you into his arms. “Screw this, we’re going to the hospital. I don't care if she's pissed when she wakes up. Grab the keys and drive.”

Sam was already halfway out the door before Dean had finished his sentence.

“She lost a lot of blood, we gave her a transfusion and we’ll monitor her.” The doctor said as she came out, closing the treatment room door behind her. “You can go in to see her now. She should be waking up soon.”

Dean exhaled and nodded, as Sam shook the doctor’s hand to thank her.

Sam pushed the door open then looked back at his brother. “Dean?”

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Dean said, pushing himself off from where he was leaning against the wall.

Your eyes were still closed, you were hooked up to machines, and your brothers hated seeing you like this. Sam and Dean paced, up and down, until Sam turned and saw you stir.

“Y/N?” Sam whispered, like he was unsure.

Dean turned and headed towards you as well, both your brothers standing on either side of you when you opened your eyes.

You groaned. “I told you, no hospital. Are you crazy?”

They exchanged a look and Dean shook his head. “Yeah, I’m crazy. I was crazy enough to let you talk me into no hospital. And then you freaking passed out on me. That’s what happened. So yes, I’m crazy.”

You reached out for Dean’s hand, closing your palm around just two of his fingers. You could hear the lingering worried undertone in his voice even though he was trying to pass it off as a joke.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, before you glanced at Sam, reaching out your other hand.

Dean and Sam both leaned forward, each of them holding one of your hands firmly and you smiled.

“Look, we didn’t get caught and you’re in one piece. You can probably be out of here by tomorrow. So I call that a win.” Sam said in a low voice, one hand tapping your head affectionately.

Dean nodded, squeezing your hand gently. “A win. Don’t you ever make me take a risk like that ever again.”

You smiled, looking to each brother and smiled. “No promises.”

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eeunoia · 4 years ago

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Hi. Can I request a Jay fic just like Ni-ki's in "Enhypen as Campus Hearthrobs" and can it be with Sunghoon? Tysm <3

I love your stories so much. Take care always! I love you 💜

hello bb, here you go! Jay’s kind of a playboy here. But still the concept is still there. Btw, enjoy! Thank you so much for requesting anon! Ily <3

ENHYPEN Imagines

pairing: jay park x reader

summary: you were in love with the campus playboy and he wanted nothing but plain hook ups.

warning: a bit spicy.

word count: 5.5k

a/n: It was long, lmao sorry. This was a request from the concept of Niki’s in my campus heart-throb series. You guys seems like to love his plot a lot because this was the second time it was requested. Anyway, enjoy reading this! 🌸

“Y/n!” you rolled your eyes when you heard the voice of your brother from outside of your room. Instead of responding, you continued flipping through the pages of the book you were holding and ignored him.

“Y/n!” he once again called out and you can’t hold it anymore so you shoot glares towards your door.

“What do you want?” you hissed at him.

“Aren’t you at least gonna send me off? Give me some hug or something?” you’re not quite sure if he’s being sincere or he’s trying to piss you off.

You let go of the book and marched towards the door to open it. There, in front of you was your twin brother, all dressed up, ready to go out and party.

“You should know that’s the last thing I would want to do, Jake Sim!” you glared hardly at him.

He sighed, “I’m not bringing you tonight.” his decision was firm as he put both of his hands inside his leather jacket then leaned over the wall.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “Why not? I promised to behave tonight.” you looked straight to his serious eyes.

Jake shut his eyes for a while before he let out a sigh, “No. I want to party hard tonight and I cannot do that if all I can think about is my sister.”

He was always the protective brother. Maybe the fact that he went out minutes earlier than you gave him an instinct that he’s older and that he has to protect you at all cost.

You pursed your lips and leaned over your door frame and stare at him. “You don’t even need to look after me. I have friends there too and besides, Jay will be there!” your voice sound so excited when Jay’s name went out from your mouth.

Jake’s stares became more serious as he eyed you. He was pretty much aware about your feelings towards one of his best friends. He’s not against it but he also not saying he won’t interfere if it’s already hurting you.

He clenched his jaw, stares not leaving you, “Jay won’t be able to look after you as well. He’s gonna get laid tonight, y/n.” he straightly told you. When it comes to the activities of his friends, he was not gonna lie about them. If anything, you need to be aware that Jay isn’t the type of guy who will settle with one girl.

You gulped, trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat and to mask out the sudden pain that took over your chest. You knew about how wild of a teen-ager Jay is and how hard it is to handle him. But you also think that if you give up on him pretty much quickly, it wouldn’t be worth it.

“What taking you guys so long?” both of your heads snapped over to the person who just appeared at the hallway.

It was Park Sunghoon, one of the best friends of your twin brother. He’s looking so handsome as always, seems like he’s also ready to party hard tonight. You rolled your eyes inside your mind, you don’t want to think about how many girls will he get tonight. You bet they will kneel before him without him even asking.

There’s a mischievous smile plastered over his face as he eyed his friend then over at you. His eyes then went over to your pajamas and it now furrowed hardly.

“Why are you in your pj’s, y/n?” he asked confused as he walked closer to you.

You pouted and looked back over to your brother. Jake looked over his friend, “She’s not coming.” he said right away that made both you and Sunghoon to look at him.

“What? Why?” Sunghoon asked and stood beside you like as if he’s on your side. Well, he is always taking your side.

“She just can’t, dude. I wanna party hard tonight.” Jake huffed out a stressed groan as Sunghoon slowly smiled at him.

“I can look after her.” he volunteered that made you smile widely and you looked at him.

He smirked and winked at you that made you chuckle a bit. Jake watch the two of you and he rolled his eyes.

“Dude, I’m serious.”

“I am too. You can have your fun tonight and I can take care of your sister.” You smiled widely at Jake while you stood beside Sunghoon then you even cling your hand over to his firm arms.

“I promise to behave.” you added.

Jake’s stares exchange from Sunghoon and you then he let out a sigh of defeat that made a grin appeared over to your face. “Fine. Hurry up and get change.” he said and rolled his eyes.

You cheered in happiness and went to him to give him a hug before going inside your room. The two followed you with their eyes, smile slowly spreading through their faces.

“Look at her, she forgot to close the door of her room. How stupid...” Jake mumbled and slowly shut your door for your privacy as they patiently wait outside.

Jake eyed Sunghoon who’s now busy with his phone. “Dude, I swear. You asked for this. You have to take care of her and promise not to hook up tonight.”

Sunghoon raised his gaze up to him then he gave him this assuring smile, “I got her, don’t worry. I won’t blink while looking after her.” he said.

Jake smiled and nodded his head raising his fist towards him for a bro fist. Minutes passed and you finally went out looking great as well. Of course, you’re Jake Sim’s sister. Good genes ran through your blood.

As you made your way out of your house, your smile grew bigger when you saw a familiar fancy car parked right outside. While you approach closer, the window of the driver’s seat rolled down and the face of the boy you’re crazy with appeared.

He looked amazing as always, his all black outfit sure makes him look dangerously hot and his stares pierced towards you making chills ran down through your whole system.

“Why is she coming, Jake?” Jay’s stares were fixed at you and you didn’t break the eye contact as well. You even raised your eyebrow at him.

“Sunghoon said he will look after her, don’t worry.” your brother answered as he went straight to ride the passenger seat.

You put your tongue out over at Jay to tease him as Sunghoon opened the door for the back seat, offering it to you. He was smirking as he watch you tease Jay.

Jay scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Just don’t expect me to babysit for her. She’s all yours, Park Sunghoon.” he said and you just entered his car while Sunghoon followed after you.

“It’s okay, I’m planning to behave tonight.” you smiled and you saw how he looked at you through the mirror and Jake turned his head towards you.

He raised his pointer finger and point it at you, “Don’t make Sunghoon have a hard time.” he reminded you with those serious looking eyes.

You sighed and rolled your eyes before shoving away his hand. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

You didn’t notice that Jay was still watching you and he slowly shake his head from side to side. He doubt it that you’ll behave. If Jake’s the nice one, you’re the stubborn twin. You just don’t listen to anyone and you often push his buttons.

You can hear the loud music even from the outside of the house. Since the person who’s organizing this was pretty famous in throwing great parties, people sure go here to have fun. You’ve been in a lot of parties already, this isn’t the first time.

You were walking between Jake and Sunghoon. Jay was in front of you, walking like he’s in a fashion show. Eyes followed him shamelessly. He was used to it, it was almost like it’s part of his daily life.

Your face showed a displeased expression how a girl flirt with Jay. He seems to recognized her because he stopped to talk to her. Since you’re behind, you have no choice but to stop as well--or that’s what you rather want your brother to think.

You felt a hand rested over your shoulder so you turn and saw your brother. He leaned closer to tell you something, “I’ll go party now. Remember, behave.”

You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to show him an okay sign. He starred at you for a while.

“I’m warning you. Create a problem, Sunghoon’s dragging you out of here.” he added before messing your hair before leaving.

Sunghoon chuckled behind you so you turned towards him. He smiled and looked down at you, “Ready to party?” he asked.

You smirked and bite your lower lip before nodding your head. He cheered playfully before grabbing your hand to drag you somewhere. Your eyes unconsciously looked for Jay since he’s the main reason why you wanted to be here.

You saw him now sitting over a couch, a girl was hovering above him. They were having an intense making out session. You starred at them blankly, not completely surprised by the situation. It wasn’t new for you anymore.

Sunghoon stopped from his tracks and followed your line of sight. He scoffed and pull his hand away from your hand then relocate it over your waist.

“Let’s get you drunk first and then you can bother him.” he whispered at you, lips slightly touching your ears as he talk. His suggestion sounds fine so you turned over him with a smirk over your face.

“What if I cause a problem? I’m wild when I’m drunk.” it’s not like he’s not aware of your drunk state. Of course, he was well awared about it.

He smirked before he turned towards the drinks to get both of you some. He then looked over at you, “Don’t worry. I’ll handle you if he can’t.” he said and pointed Jay using his chin.

You chuckled and accepted the drink he was giving you. The night continued and the people in that party just increased just like the number of shots you took. After your fifth shot, you can feel yourself starting to feel hot already. You fan yourself as you turned over to Jay. He wasn’t there anymore, panic took over you for a while but Sunghoon tried to calm you down.

“He went to the bathroom. You should follow and stop them.” he have this sly smirk, messing up with Jay sure sounds funny for him.

You nodded your head and was about to take another shot but Sunghoon held your wrist, stopping you, “Nah-uh. You already had five shots. The sixth one will be deadly.” he said smiling.

“You should go. If you need anything, you can find me here.”

You pouted but followed what he said. You stood up and even if eyes were darted at you, you ignored them. Your mind was fixed over to the guy who’s probably planning to bang someone at the bathroom.

You gulped when you arrived in front of it. Your fist balled as you hear soft whimpers and grunting from inside. You want so bad to just barge in and pull that girl away from Jay.

After letting out a heavy sigh, you knocked furiously at the door. They didn’t responded so you repeated it once again, now a bit harder to make sure they heard it. Since the music was so loud, you were afraid that the two was so immerse with their lusts.

“Occupied!” you heard a girl shouted from inside. You clenched your jaw as your eyes pierced over at the door. Imagining Jay’s hand wrapped around her body just made your blood boil.

“Jay! Sunghoon left me!” you shouted from outside.

Suddenly, the whimpers was stopped and in just an instance, the door opened. The first one you saw was Jay, his used to be neat black polo was now crumpled and you can see lipstick stains over his neck. Your eyes then darted over to the girl at the back, she was glaring at you while she fix her dress. You rolled your eyes at her before looking back at Jay.

“What the fuck are you doing here, y/n?” he sound so frustrated as he ran his hand once over to his sweat stained hair.

You pouted, “I was getting a drink and when I turned around I can’t find Sunghoon anymore.” you lied to him.

The girl slowly approaches Jay as she kept her glares at you. You ignored her because she don’t matter to you anyway, you’re just glad that you stopped them even before they can do the did.

You heard Jay muttered soft curses, “How many did you have?” Jay asked you that made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked because you didn’t quiet catch it.

He sighed, eyes darkly darted at you, “Shots... how many?”

You raised your hand showing him five fingers. He shut his eyes for a while before he turned towards the girl behind him and his other hand reached over your wrist.

A smile then slowly appeared over your face. A winning grin was present at your beautiful face when you turned towards the girl.

“I need to take care of her first.” Jay said firmly that made a displeased expression appear over her face.

“But--”

“See you around.” he didn’t even let her finish her sentence and he turned over at you. His eyes were dark as always.

“I knew this would happen. I told Jake to fucking not bring you.” he mumbled to himself but you managed to hear it anyway.

He pulled you over to a less crowded part of the house before he fished his phone. Maybe to call Sunghoon or something.

You stood just in front of him and let yourself enjoy the sight. He looked extra hot after his hair was all messed up and the first three of his polo was now open letting you have a sneak peak of his chest.

You gulped, feeling your cheeks burn because of the thoughts that taking over you. As you continued checking him out as you hear frustrated groans from him, still at his phone. Your mouth fell a bit open as you saw the bulge over his pants. Oh... you interrupted something.

You gulped and starred back at his face. He was hardly furrowing his brows, “Fucker’s not answering his phone.”

“Do you want me to help you?”

He glanced at you for a while, brows still hardly furrowed, “Help me with what?” he asked still focused with his phone.

He was about to dial somebody again but you advanced towards him and rested your hand at his erection. Jay was taken aback, he do know about how you feel but you never done this before. You were never this bold to him. His hand rested over your shoulder, ready to push you away from him before you can do something you will regret.

But Jay had lose it when you look up at him and he saw how your eyes were so innocent. Despite of your actions, your eyes was big and seems like clueless of the situation. It drives him crazy.

His breath hitched as he raised his head up, shutting his eyes and trying to breath heavily. You leaned closer and rested your face near his neck, breath fanning over to his skin.

“Damn it, y/n. Stop.” he was about to push you away because he’s slowly losing his mind.

You didn’t back away and moved your hand over to his shoulders. Jay stared down at you, slightly getting pissed after your hand left his erection.

“Y/n you don’t want this.” he said with a low voice, eyes completely darted at you.

You leaned closer, your lips were just inches away from each other. Both of your noses slightly touching each other. Your eyes were fixed over his slightly parted lips and Jay’s was just at your eyes.

His mind was clouded with a lot of bad thoughts about you. The wall he had created between you and him was slowly being broken down by you. Not even once does the thought of you initiating this had occurred to him. Between the two of you, he was the corrupted one. For him, you’re just an innocent little kitten.

“You sure?” was it the liquor? or is it the jealousy that drives you to do this? You have no idea, all you know is you love being this close to him.

His scent was invading your nose as your body felt hot close to him. Jay’s dangerous, you know it. But he’s the kind of danger you want to be involve with.

Your eyes trailed from his lips up to his eyes as your hand slowly cupped his face, “Because I really want this Jay--” you didn’t even have the time to finish your sentence when Jay cursed under his breath and pulled you over the bathroom where he just went out moments ago.

He pushed you inside, body dangerously close to each other. He kicked the door close and click the lock before carrying you. He placed you over the sink as he connect his lips at yours.

“Fuck y/n.” he mumbled between the kisses.

You hissed and groaned at the feeling of his lips over yours. You didn’t expect this would happen tonight. Jay’s hand moved from your face down over to your waist.

You pulled away and Jay was smirking at you, “I’m gonna ruin you tonight, y/n.” he mumbled that made your heart thump.

As he leaned over your neck, your fist balled and your eyes shut. You were very nervous since this is your first time and you didn’t really expect to lose your virginity in a bathroom.

Jay, as expected was professional at this thing. He knew where to kiss you to make you feel good but your slightly shaking body didn’t slip off from him.

He reached over your wrists and pushed you a bit away from him. His eyes were serious as he eye you now.

“You’re shaking.” he said, disappointment lures over his tone.

You gulped, lips trembling a bit as you try to compose a sentence. You can’t deny that you are nervous.

“I w-was just--” Jay cut you off as he took off his leather jacket and silently cover rested it over your shoulder.

“I can’t hook up with you when you’re acting like this.” he said. You were left silent.

Not because he said he ain’t gonna do it but because of what you heard. Hook up? Your eyes watered as you let out a sarcastic chuckle, “Hook up?”

Jay eyed you as he fixed the buttons of his black polo, running his hand over to his hair once.

“Yeah, what do you think? I still don’t like you, y/n. I never did.” his word rings inside your head and you felt your heart sank.

You’re so stupid for thinking that he will take you seriously just because he pulled you inside a bathroom to have sex. Of course, Jay was known for being a notorious playboy in your campus. You should’ve known better.

“And you really pull me here just to get in my pants?” your tears streamed down your face now. Jay looked at you blankly like as if it doesn’t bother him.

“Well you asked for it, didn’t you? You were basically throwing yourself at me--” your hand hardly slapped Jay’s face after you went down the sink.

You starred angrily at him, tears still pooling your eyes. You felt pathetic, you feel sorry for yourself for being this desperate.

“Screw you.” and you turn your back at him without saying anything anymore.

Jay clenched his jaw as he watch you walking out. He didn’t know but the slap did something to him.

You’re a bit still clouded with thoughts when you met Sunghoon’s eyes. He was flirting with this one girl but when he saw your face, his smile fell and he left the girl right away to approach you.

“Hey, what happened? Did he do something to you?” he asked worriedly.

You pursed your lips and gulped trying to get rid of the lump inside your throat. You wiped the tears away, “I wanna go home, please.”

Sunghoon didn’t know what to feel when he heard your voice crack a bit. He sighed heavily, slightly regretting that he send you to go after Jay. He fixed Jay’s jacket that was resting over your shoulders before he guided you outside the house.

It’s been a week already and you were trying so hard to avoid Jay. It was kind of hard because he’s basically everywhere you are since he’s friends with your brother. They often hang out at your house and you stay at your room during those time.

Jake noticed that you were avoiding him but he just shrugged it off since maybe you just had enough of the chase. He’s somewhat happy about it because he doesn’t have to worry for you being hurt by his playboy friend.

On the other hand, you were spending most of your times with Sunghoon. Lately, you two just became more close to each other. He’s always fun to be with but since he always accompany you, he became even more entertaining for you.

“What’s up babe?” he was smirking as he called you with that playful endearment he kept teasing you with.

You rolled your eyes but did your handshake with him before you plopped down beside him. Jake didn’t give much attention to the two of you because he was used to it. But Jay was different. He starred at the two of you with hawk-eye like eyes. His brows furrowed as he watch Sunghoon rested his hand over to your waist to pull you closer to him because he wanted to whisper something.

His jaw clenched as an unfamiliar emotion took over him. Were you guys always this touchy with each other? And Jake was fine with it?

He then eyed Jake who’s busy eating his food while chatting with Heeseung. He, then roamed his eyes to their other friends to see if he’s the only one thinking that you and Sunghoon is flirting right now.

Feeling a bit frustrated, he lost his appetite and just played with his food. Your giggles and Sunghoon's laughs ringed inside his mind and it just made him pissed even more.

He knew he had said that he never liked you but maybe that’s not the case? Maybe he’s just afraid of how crazy he’s gonna end up if he lets you into his system? Yeah... maybe that was it. He really liked you and you being the sister of one of his good friends created a boundary he made his-self.

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungwon had noticed how Jay hardly played with his food and how his brows were hardly furrowed.

“Huh?” Jay asked finally snapping back to his senses.

“You were playing with your food.” he said and even pointed the food using his chin.

He eyed it and he just let out a sigh. He stood up and decided to leave first. The boys were eyeing him weirdly. Jake had also noticed that something’s up with his friend. Lately, he’s not like his usual self.

“Did you had a fight with Jay?” Jake suddenly blurted out while you two were chilling at your living room.

You tried hiding your surprised reacting by covering your face with the book you were holding. Your feet were rested over your brother’s thighs as he sat beside you, watching television.

“No.” you answered.

If you’re gonna be honest, you kind of miss Jay. You missed hanging out with him. You messed his pissed off face whenever you follow him around and cling unto him. But you also think you had enough, he had made his self clear that he don’t have feelings for you.

“Really? He seems like not himself lately.”

Hearing that made your heart thump faster but you tried to shrug it off once again.

Your head snapped over the door when you heard your door bell rang. Even before Jake can stand up to go and open it, you stand up.

“Are you expecting someone?” he asked curiously.

“That’s Sunghoon! He’s gonna sleep here tonight, we’re gonna watch movies.” Jake just watched how you opened the door for his friend completely abondoning him.

“Where’s Sunghoon?” you asked Jake as you walked down the stairs, finger combing your hair.

Jake looked over you and he furrowed his brows as he gave you an elevator look. “On his way here... you look great.” he complimented you.

You smiled after muttering a soft thank you and held a leather jacket by your other free hand. His eyes darted over it.

“Is that Jay’s?” he asked you. You blushed and you panicked a bit but you tried to compose yourself once again.

“Yeah he let me borrow it last last week. I’m gonna return it to him now.” you said.

He just gave you a nod, “He’s outside,”

You nodded as well and walked yourself out. You’re partying tonight again and you decided to return his jacket to him. You had forgotten about this and while you’re fixing your room, you found it.

“Hey,” you softly called out.

Jay's eyes sparkled as he eyed you walking closer to him. He doesn’t know how to contain his excitement, you just talked to him again after that incident. He was actually so happy.

“Hey.” he greeted, trying to keep his cool.

You sighed and handed him his leather jacket. His brows furrowed and slowly reached for it.

“I forgot to return it, I’m sorry.” you plainly said and turned your back ready to leave him.

Jay doesn’t what got into him but he quickly grabbed you by your wrist.

“Are we good?” he asked you, lips ran over to his lower lip.

You starred over his eyes and you smiled. Even if you’re in front of him smiling, Jay felt your coldness lingers around you. You were cold towards him like as if he doesn’t matter for you at all.

“Yeah, of course.” Lies. You were lying.

Not really feeling okay about the situation, you were planning to get away but Jay held unto you tighter.

He was about to say something but you both heard someone talk.

“Hey sorry if I was late. I had to look for someone who will accompany Yeji for tonight.” it was Sunghoon. You pulled your wrist away from him as you playfully shoot glares at him.

“You’re just slow, Park Sunghoon.” you said and you heard him laugh before he wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

Jay clenched his jaw as he stare at the two of you. He couldn’t handle it but he knew he was at fault why all of this was happening. He’s the one to blame why the girl he loves hates him now.

Jake went out afterwards and you all went inside Jay’s car. Jake was at the driver’s seat while you and Sunghoon was at the back. The drive was silent until Jake decided to break it.

“Oh I remember, I really had a hard time sleeping last night.” he said that caught all of your attention.

Jay was clueless about the situation so he just kept his mouth shut and decided to just listen.

“You two should try and lower your voices. I was at the other room but I can still hear you. It’s annoying, you know.”

Sunghoon laughed and so did you. Jay on the other hand was gripping tightly at the steering wheel. He wanted so bad to stop the car and punch Sunghoon right there.

Jake shake his head acting like as if he was really disappointed at the two of you.

“Blame Sunghoon, Jakey. He’s such a baby.” you joked and laughed again.

“What? I told you I can’t take horror movies so well but you still insisted and it’s not like I’m the only one screaming! You were loud too.”

You two continued bickering as Jay spaced out. His grip slowly loosen up as he realized he was being dirty minded and actually thought Sunghoon and you did it.

When you arrived at the party, Jay was planning nothing but to have his eyes at you. He’s not gonna hook up or even look at other girls. It’s not like he ever did the past week because ever since he realized his true feelings for you, he stopped fooling around with other girls.

The night was pretty much going smooth, not until a girl approached Jay and he was trying to reject her in a nicest way. But the situation appeared differently for you, he seems like flirting for you so you can’t help but to feel bad.

Your eyes started to water, you had a couple of shots already so your emotions were getting the most of you.

“Hey doll face, why are you crying?” Sunghoon asked, making you face him. Now, you’re not facing Jay anymore.

Sunghoon laughed at your crying face before he leaned closer to fix your slowly getting messed up mascara, he was too close that you two were almost like kissing.

That was Jay had seen and he exploded. He couldn’t take it anymore and before you even knew it, Sunghoon was already at the floor.

“Jay! Oh my gosh, Sunghoon! Are you okay?” you asked and was about to go help him but a pair of strong arms wrapped over your waist to carry you.

You tried freeing yourself but you failed. He managed to bring you inside his car and his jaw clenched hardly after sitting down at the driver’s seat.

“Are you out of your mind? You punched Sunghoon!” Jay was pissed and you defending his friend just made him pissed even more.

He darkly looked over you, “He was kissing you!” he shouted that made you shut silent for a while.

Your brows furrowed, “What? No he wasn’t!”

“I’m not blind!”

“He was really not kissing me and if he is, then so what? So what if he’s kissing me, Jay?” you said, tone sounding a but challenging.

He clenched his jaw, “I don’t want you kissing someone else.”

You scoffed at him, “You have no right saying that.” and you were ready to go out of his car but Jay stopped you.

He snaked his arms over your waist and carry you to place you carefully over his lap.

“You're not going anywhere, y/n.” he mumbled under his breath that made your knees go weak.

You rested both of your hands over his chest for support. Silence took over both of you, eyes just starring at one another.

“I’m not planning to hook up with you, Jay.” you tried making yourself clear.

He licked his lower lip as his eyes trailed over your lips. “I am too.”

Your brows furrowed, “Then what is this?”

His eyes went back to you and you can’t explain how your heart thumped faster when you saw his eyes starring lovingly at you.

“This is me trying to confess to you.” he mumbled that made you pursed your lips together.

“I’m in love with you.”

You were surprised of course, you’re refusing to believe him but his eyes just makes it a bit more hard not to.

“I-Impossible.” he helped you sat to him properly, both of your legs over his sides then his large hands held unto your thin waist.

“You don’t know how crazy I am to you, y/n.” he mumbled, face leaned closer to you and now claiming your neck. His lips peppered you with soft feathery kisses.

“I was a fool for hurting you. Forgive me,” he said sincerely between his kisses.

You lose it as you shut your eyes, head tilting over to the side giving him more access. You hitched your breath, a low groan letting out.

“I love you.” you said that made Jay’s heart jump in excitement.

He smirked as he suck unto your neck, leaving a mark before he pull away to claim your lips.

“I love you more, baby.”

“Where were you?” Jake asked when you entered the party again. You saw Sunghoon and he was holding an ice over to his cheeks.

He smirked at you but his grin grew wider when a tall figure appeared behind you. The party continued like as if no commotion happened a while ago. You went inside and found your brother and his friends at one of set of couches at the living room.

“I w-went out for fresh air.” you reasoned out to your brother.

Sunghoon scoffed as he eye your neck, a couple of hickeys were visible but the party light makes it quite hard to see. He smirked as he saw Jay’s hand possessively rested over your waist.

“Did you fix her mascara, Jay? I was just helping her, you know?” Sunghoon said, a sly smile plastered over his face.

Soon, the boy’s eyes were darted over the two of you. Your brother’s brows furrowed in confusion and he just noticed Jay’s hand.

“Shut up, Sunghoon.” he said, smirking.

Jake smirked too, finally getting the situation, “You fucker, what did you do to my sister?” he jokingly said and pushed his shoulder a bit.

Jay looked at you for a while before he kissed your temple gently then he smiled warmly. His eyes looked at you with full affection and love.

“I just claimed what’s mine.”

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drabbles-mc · 4 years ago

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Sorry For What?

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request from Anon: So if I may request one with happy; slightly angsty, him and reader are fighting, he’s getting turned on, she’s getting angry and he thinks there’s gonna be hate/ fight sex but she’s not having it and pushes him away. Tells him sex won’t solve things this time and banishes him to the couch. Happy sulking, apologizing and fluff ending. 😊

Warnings: language, angst, Happy being stubborn and emotionally illiterate

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Happy thinking he can use sex to get out of an argument is totally a thing lmao

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“That’s not my fault!” you hated yelling but your patience had long since run out, “It’s not my fucking job to be there at your every beck and call.”

Happy stepped in closer to you, his voice wasn’t loud but his tone was sharp enough to cut you like a knife, “You’re supposed to be my old lady. You get what that means? Means you’re supposed to fuckin—”

“Stop!” you cut him off, shaking your head, “Don’t give me that shit. I’m not your servant, I’m not your maid, I’m not your fucking mother. I’m my own person,” you pressed your hand to his chest, “I choose to share my life with you. As a partner. I might be your old lady but you don’t fucking own me, Happy.”

“If you don’t wanna be there, then why are we doing this?” he motioned back and forth between the two of you.

You leaned back, eyes narrowing, “Is that what you got from what I just said?” you shook your head, “Look. I know how the other guys speak to and treat their women. And if they’re all alright with that then…fine. But that’s not me. And you knew that from the jump. I have my own shit going on and I can’t just sit at home all the time and wait for you to need something from me so I can feel like I have a fucking sense of purpose. You’re an important part of my life, Hap, but you’re not the whole thing. Same way I’m not yours.”

“I needed you.”

“And I couldn’t make it!” you snapped, “And I know that sucks. But don’t pretend that the roles haven’t ever been reversed. Why do you get a fucking pass on that, huh?”

He erased what little distance was left between the two of you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off of his body the angrier he got. His eyes bore into yours, “Because if I step away someone gets fucking shot.”

You nodded, “And that’s the life that you chose. It’s not a blanket excuse for every time you fuck up, though.”

“Why do you stick around then?”

“Because I love you!” you fought the urge to shove him in the chest, “Even when you’re being an asshole!”

You took a breath, trying to get yourself together. You weren’t used to yelling so much. It wasn’t often that you were this pissed off—your fights with Happy were usually small and over quickly. But this time it hit the wrong nerve with you and you needed to allow your blood to boil for a little bit. Sometimes he forgot that you had a temper too—yours just didn’t make you kill people.

Happy reached forward to cup your face in his hand, his other gripping onto your hip to pull you closer. He was about to lean in and kiss you but you pushed him away, “Stop.” You saw the confused look on his face and shook your head, “Sex is not on the table for you right now. This argument isn’t over.”

“Yea, I was trying to end it.”

You laughed, unable to do much else. You looked up at him, “Have you heard anything that I’ve fucking said, Happy?” the silence that followed spoke volumes, “You’re fucking unbelievable sometimes!”

“I never said you had to be done being mad at me.”

You raised your eyebrows, “Trust me. You don’t want me anywhere near your dick right now. Won’t end well for you.”

You turned and went to walk away but he reached forward and grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. You twisted your arm hard to get it out of his grasp and the look of shock on his face was priceless. He really thought that he was getting out of this argument with you with sex. Not that that hadn’t been an effective tactic in the past, but you were too pissed for that to be a viable solution now.

“And for that you can sleep on the fucking couch tonight,” you snapped.

“Y/N…” there was a hint of warning in his voice.

You didn’t say anything in response. Instead, you opted to walk away towards your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you to really drive the point home. It only took a few moments for you to be able to hear the sound of the television filling the house. Happy might’ve been stubborn but at least he knew well enough to give you some time to cool off before he came and tried to talk to you again. Hopefully this time around he’d realize he was actually going to have to talk.

You’d lost track of how long you had been laid up in bed. You had your headphones in, a mellow playlist on while you read your book. Your anger had mostly subsided for the time being, allowing you to focus on something other than the fact that you had been this close to telling Happy he could sleep at the clubhouse for the night.

There was a faint noise that was coming in over the music you were listening to. You took one headphone out and realized it was the sound of Happy knocking on the bedroom door. You sighed as you set your phone and book off to the side.

“Yea?”

He slowly opened the door and poked his head inside. His expression was neutral, like it almost always was, “I don’t wanna sleep on the couch.”

You arched one eyebrow, “Tough shit.”

He walked completely into the room, “C’mon, don’t be like that.”

“Like what? I’m allowed to be mad at you, Happy.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“Well,” you shrugged, “I am.”

There were a few beats of silence before he finally spoke up again, clearly trying to choose his words carefully, “I’m sorry.”

You had to admit that you were impressed. Blatant apologies like that were never his strong suit. Still, you pressed him for more, “For?”

“For making you mad.”

You chuckled—it wasn’t an inaccurate apology. As much as you wanted to stay mad you found yourself smiling a little bit, “You really don’t wanna sleep on the couch, huh?”

He shook his head, “No.”

You sighed but gestured for him to come closer. When he reached the side of your bed you motioned for him to stop before getting in, “No more trying to use sex to get out of tough conversations, Hap,” you saw the disbelieving look on his face, “I’m serious!”

“What’s considered tough?”

You laughed, resting your head back against the headboard, “If me being pissed off was put to a scale of one to ten, if I’m above a…five? No using sex to get out of conversations.”

“Five?”

“Listen, I was easily at least at a seven tonight. You’re lucky you came away unscathed.”

“Do I get to sleep in here with you tonight?”

“I’m still mad. You don’t get to just talk to me like that. That’s not what we do here,” you gestured between the two of you.

He wasn’t always the best at expressing himself verbally, but you could see it in his eyes that he knew that he struck a very raw nerve with you. “I’m sorry. I’ll…I’ll do better.”

You nodded, “Good,” only then did you pat the spot on the bed next to you, “Come on, then. Get in here and stop looking at me with those sad angry eyes.”

He let a smile cross his face for a moment as he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed beside you. He shimmied down and let his face come level with yours. You reached out, gently running your fingertips along the stubble that coated his face. You could tell from the tension in his body that he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you.

You let out a chuckle at his hesitancy, “Does Happy Lowman want to…cuddle?”

“Shut up.”

Your chuckle shifted into a genuine laugh, “Are you nervous to cuddle with me?”

“You said—”

“I know,” you patted his chest lightly, “I know. Come here,” you rested your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him close to you, pressing a light kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Even when I’m mad at you.”

The remark got him to smile. He rested his forehead against yours and let his arms snake around your waist. Heat bled over from his skin into yours and you felt yourself melting into him despite the fact that you had been ready to kick him out not too long before.

“So you’re set on five?” he mumbled.

You laughed, nodding, “Yea. Don’t push your luck about it.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Fine.”

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lady-ragnvindr · 4 years ago

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Lmao, here have this horny brainrot I did while waiting for the angst <3

Oh, by the way The Diluc x reader fic has like a small bit of Jean x reader.. Are you OK with that? 👀

Anyways back to the brainrot

-🍷 anon

Earn it

Cat! Sub! Diluc x Owner! Dom! Reader

⚠️: Pegging, Overstimulation, Degradation, Begging, Slapping, Pulling of Hair and Tail, nipple play, Mommy kink, Pet play, Reader being mean and rough etc. (???)

Reader is a female

Hue, hue enjoy a screaming diluc begging

Finally after God knows how long, (Y/N) finally had time to spend with her precious little kitty lulu (Diluc). The two of them decided to take a stroll around the city of freedom just to get some fresh air

The two of them didn't realize that they reached the marketplace of Mondstadt until something caught the redhead's eye causing him to stop in his tracks -his s/o doing the same thing aswell-

The object that Diluc was ogling at was a collar. A glittering crimson collar with a shiny golden bell attached to it. It also had a beautiful big black bow at the back side of it.

(Y/N) saw how Diluc was eyeing the said collar, a smirk forming across her face as an idea began to form inside the back of her head.

She turned to face Diluc -who is still staring at the collar- and began to speak

"So..you want that collar I assume?"

She asked "innocently" her smirk from before never leaving.

Diluc was hesitant on giving an answer at first. But he is a good kitten. He never lies to his owner and always as in ALWAYS tells the truth no matter what.

So... he simply nodded, a blush forming on the apples on his cheeks as (Y/N) began to chuckle at his cute action.

"How adorable 💗"

She complimented, patting Diluc's beautiful red locks as she began scruffing behind his cat ears, causing diluc to purr loudly. His knees suddenly growing weak from the sudden touch his lovely owner is giving him.

"Diluc."

She called, his cat ears perking up when she called his name.

"You know that I don't give anything for free right~?"

He nodded.

"You also know that good kitties only get a reward when they work hard on something right~?"

He nodded the second time.

"Well... "

She stopped for a moment, -Diluc still focusing on her intimidating gaze-

"If you want it so badly... "

She continued, pulling Diluc close to her as she whispered into his ear in a serious tone as chills ran down his spine.

"You gotta earn it dear 💗"

-------------------------------------------------------

It was late at night and the bedroom was a huge mess. pillows everywhere, the now cumstained blankets is on the floor, all that's left in the bed were (Y/N) and Diluc, who was gripping the bedsheets naked, full of bite marks, and a moaning mess.

His cum from his previous orgasms were all over his marked body. On his stomach, his chest, his face, it was everywhere.

(Y/N) smirked at the person in front of her whom she had destroyed. The famous uncrowned king of Mondstadt, laying before her, hair a mess, eyes rolled back, tears of overstimulation streaming down his tear-stained cheeks.

The deal was that Diluc had to go through 10 orgasms in order to get the collar. Currently, he's doing a great job passing 9 orgasms flawlessly making his owner very impressed. Maybe all that brat-training, and orgasm denials (Y/N) did to him paid off after all

"Your doing an amazing job my little kitty 💗"

(Y/N) complimented, caressing the redhead's cock causing Diluc to whimper and squirm at her touch due to oversensitivity.

"You only need to do one more orgasm until the collar is yours my love~!"

She chirped

"But there is a catch 💗"

She picked Diluc up and made him sit on her lap, making him confused on what she's doing

Confusion turned to pain & pleasure, when (Y/N) slammed the strap-on back inside his hole making him scream loudly

"This time, you gotta ride me. Make yourself cum infront of me like the slutty cum dump you are~!"

She commanded, giggling at the end of her sentence

"Nnngh... I-I... Mommy I can't!!!"

Diluc confessed, grabbing (Y/N)'s hips to maintain his balance as tears started to fall down on his face again

*SMACK*

The sudden action and impact that occurred in his rear end made Diluc scream for the second time tonight, burying his face on (Y/N)'s breasts, the grip he had on her hips tightening at the process

"Oh, so your gonna be a whiny bitch and not follow mommy's orders huh~?"

(Y/N) then yanked the redhead's now ruined ponytail causing him to stood back up again to his original position

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Diluc."

She ordered

"Your beginning to disappoint me Diluc, maybe you don't deserve the collar after all with that bratty attitude of yours~"

Upon hearing those words, Diluc began to sob uncontrollably as he started to bounce on (Y/N)'s strap

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! M-mommy please! I want the collar! I want it so badly! P-please forgive me! I'll be a g-good kitty!

He begged, fastening his pace hoping to quickly build his 10th and final orgasm

(Y/N) on the other hand was snickering at the redhead, loving how she can easily break him to into a huge crying mess and his limit to beg for anything

The rest of the time were just Diluc continuing to ride (Y/N) while moaning and blabbing incoherent sentences with a couple of pleases, thank-yous and the word mommy

(Y/N) proceeded to pinch his nipples harshly in the middle of him riding her, earning a squeak from him

Soon the familiar knot in his stomach began to form, signalling that he's about to have another orgasm

"M-mommy I'm close! I'm close! I'm about to cum!"

He said out loud, his body beginning to shake from the upcoming orgasm he's about to have

(Y/N) wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave it a light squeeze

"Or... I could deny your orgasm and have do another one again since you still have some energy left in you dear~"

Diluc shook his head violently, throwing a small tantrum

"NO! NO! I DON'T WANT! MOMMY PLEASE! I WANT TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM! MOMMY I WANT THE COLLAR PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

He begged, crying hysterically making (Y/N) chuckle, pitying the poor kitty.

" I'm just kidding Diluc! Of course you can cum now, you earned it. Congratulations my love~"

She exclaimed, relieving diluc as he mumbled a "thank you" then continued to thrust deeper, completely destroying his prostate

Then out of nowhere, (Y/N) grabbed ahold of dilucs hips and fully smashed the strap-on in his hole, strong enough to trigger his orgasm as he screamed out loud, loud enough for the people in Mondstadt to hear him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

Diluc then fell backwards, now lying down on the bed. legs still spreading, cum leaking out of his drained cock, body still violently shaking from the orgasm.

(Y/N) stood up and went to the drawer rummaging through things and brought out the same collar that diluc was eyeing on awhile ago.

"I bought it already while you weren't looking."

She hopped back to the bed and proceeded to place the collar around Dilucs neck. Once she was done placing the collar on him she kissed his forehead and cuddled closer to him

"You did good tonight my little kitty, once again congratulations~"

She cooed, stroking his back. Diluc purred and snuggled close.

"T-thank you mommy.. I love you~"

"I love you too my little kitty, now rest well~"

She replied, as the two of them drift off to sleep in each other's arms

SO YEAH ANYWAYS TO HORNY JAIL I GO

I HOPE I WASN'T TOO HARSH ON DILUC IF I WERE I'M SORRYBSODORKGKTKGKG

-🍷

Ma'am Imma need your ID and items. Bcz I did not just read such good sub diluc--oh its been a while since I thrist for him.

Anyways,

Welcome to horny jail my love 🤪💅

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #dom!reader #diluc #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc x you #🍷-anon

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kazuhasbunny · 3 years ago

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SORRY FOR .... POSSIBLY BAD WRITING English is not my first language and I am definitely not a writer 😭 I originally wrote this on my phone before going back one more time to revise and post it because I don’t have a beta or whatever LOL I just was thinking a bit too much about Foul Legacy ig 💔 I am sorry for destroying ur inbox with the horniest thing I’ve ever written it’s 6 am I have not slept in a day I’m gonna pass tf out now

There’s no said “yes” so ? Dubcon maybe ? Monsterfucking ofc but otherwise I’m not sure LMAO

Ah, Monday. Same as always, Childe invites you to the Golden House to battle...how many weeks in a row have you two been doing this? Who knows.

You swore, the more times you saw him, the more times you just wanted to slap him. He was a flirtatious annoying prick who had a boner for battle.

You teleported to the Golden House for what felt like 500th time in your life, and stood tentatively at the door before inhaling sharply and slamming the large doors open to greet the red-haired piece of shit named Childe. He stood against a pillar, admiring his own weapons carefully before looking up at you with a shit-eating grin. It made your blood boil.

Wait.

This...felt different. Your body was warm but not in a rage-filled way...no. Were you attracted to him? No. No. Never. A Fatui Harbinger? You’re out of your mind.

Childe yawned and stretched his back before bouncing off the pillar with his bow in hand. He tilted his head and reached his hand out playfully.

“We duel again.” He speaks, his voice echoing through the otherwise silent Golden House. You said nothing, tightening your grip on your weapon before dashing toward him, sword drawn, to swing a blow at his head. The man dodged swiftly, circling around you to push you over and slam you to the ground. He slammed his weapon beside your head to keep you in place. He had his knee on your stomach to completely constrict you as well.

Shit.

He chuckled, “Is that all you got? Are you going easy on me, dear? I know you can do better than that.” He teased, pushing his knee farther into your stomach, causing you to take in a sharp inhale. You reached out to grab your weapon before Childe used his Hydro abilities to throw your sword across the room. You slapped the man in the face, hard enough to cause him to slightly spit out blood. He stayed silent for a second before...smirking. He laughed again, shoving your hands above your head to further pin you to the ground, “are you distracted? Has my charm gotten to you~?” He tried to flirt. All it did was make you to want to punch the shit out of him, and he knew that, “cute.” He mumbled.

You scoffed, spitting at him. He stayed silent again, not before shoving his leg between your legs, “now now, don’t think I never noticed how red your face was when you stumbled in here.” The ginger smirked again, licking his lips. Childe leaned down to lick a wet stripe up your neck to the shell of your ear, before kissing your cheek softly, gazing into your eyes with his dangerous blue ones.

He continued to kiss and lick at your neck for a while. He slowly slid his hand down your body, tugging at your shirt to remove the piece of clothing from your body. He teased you relentlessly before he *finally* tore your top off to move his head off your neck so he could kiss and lick at your collarbone and chest instead. Childe ever so slowly moved from your collarbone to your abdomen, making sure to touch every single part of you. He wanted to make sure you know who you belong to, after all.

He grabbed your belt and quickly undid it, almost quite literally tearing your pants and underwear off. He looked up at you with pleading eyes...it was almost cute. You couldn’t seem to pull yourself together, he just kept teasing your body ever so carefully, kissing and nipping at your inner thighs, making sure to get so close to your sex to make you shiver, but never actually do anything to it.

He wants you to beg.

And so you did. This was getting too much for you, and you began to beg the man under you to touch you. He smiled at your pathetic pleads, making direct eye contact with you as he began to lick your hole, his soft wet tongue dipping in and out of you. He was fucking you with his tongue...this was not the plan. One by one, he began to add his fingers along with his tongue to your hole, stretching you nice and wide for him. You felt an orgasm coming up, and it seems Tartaglia felt it too. He stopped in his tracks once you began to tighten up, removing his fingers and his tongue from you...only for him to tower over you, unzipping his pants slowly to release his dick from his pants. He wasn’t huge, but he wasn’t small. He stroked himself a few times before quickly bottoming out completely into you without warning, causing you to gasp for air at the sudden intrusion. Tartaglia stopped for a second, but soon after began a rough, quick pace. He didn’t like to start slow, apparently. He didn’t care, he wanted to fuck you, and you were his hole to fuck at the moment. His pace was aggressive and rough, slamming into your g-spot every single thrust, due to the sheer power of his thrusts. His moans were almost...cute. Little whines and grunts every time he thrust in and out of you. The two of you felt your orgasms arriving, and he somehow began moving even faster before the two of you came at the same time, his warm seed filling your hole and coating your insides. You were both panting...but Childe wouldn’t pull out. He smirked before a low growl formed in his throat. You watched in disbelief as the Harbinger’s body practically doubled in size, his body covered in a robotic armor and his face concealed by a ‘mask’. You felt his dick get bigger too...a LOT bigger. You screamed at the feeling of the huge length inside of you, his dick was well over a foot long like this, and your body couldn’t take it. Foul Legacy.

Foul Legacy growled, LOUD, into your ear before he began moving again. Your eyes rolled back, and you could see and feel the obvious bulge in your stomach from the sheer size of Tartaglia in this form. Foul Legacy opened its ‘mouth’ to reveal a long, black, thick tongue. His tongue was uncomfortably slimy, but he shoved it down your throat anyways. He was thrusting into your mouth with his tongue...and with his cock. He was spitroasting you. Your vision went completely white as you came all over him again, probably the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life...but he kept going. Foul Legacy was relentless like this. He kept thrusting and thrusting, abusing your prostate with his fat cock before he released again inside of you, this time cumming so much it drips and pools out of you onto the floor. He removed his tongue from your mouth and put you back down onto the hard, steel floor of the Golden House. He pulled his dick out of you and shifted back into the Childe you normally knew. Your head was dizzy, and your legs hurt like hell...you sure as fuck were not walking any time soon.

The taller man lay beside you, grabbing your chin to bring you closer to him, and he whispered.

“I win.”

- Foul Legacy Anon 💔

why is there liquid dripping down my legs

#eli.replies #eli.thirsts #foul legacy anon #👀.foul legacy #tw : monsterfucking #this made me

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navalcriminalimagines · 4 years ago

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from NYC to DC

request: I was hoping to request a Barbra x reader where the reader and him have a really bad break up (honey make it angst asf I’m in the mood for that atm lmao don’t know why ) and they transfer because of it to NCIS (ouuuu cross over ) and they are happy and with her son/daughter.

author’s note: anon, again, thank you for your request!!! i hope you’ll have as much fun as i had writing this! that’s definitely not how i pictured it at first but inspo kept coming along the way!! maybe... just maybe, if you guys want it, i could make this a series... if you’re interested :)

words: 4,840

warnings: making out, slight smut, betray, cheating

tags: @averyhotchner

6 weeks.

6 weeks since you and your husband hasn’t been intimate. And it was way too long for you.

You and Rafael had been together for almost 9 years, married for 5, with a 4 years old little boy. Your record with any sexual activity was 3 months and to be fair, it was after you gave birth to Eduardo.

It’s been 6 weeks now, you had no idea why and you couldn’t wait another day. When you arrived at the office, you let your boss know you were taking your afternoon off. There’s nothing your team can’t take care of, so he agreed.

Right after, you texted your mother-in-law Lucia, asking her if she could take Edu for the night, maybe until Sunday. The plan was not to leave the bed and your husband’s naked body until you had to.

Before going home, you stopped to buy some lingerie. Tonight needs to be perfect, and what’s better than surprising your husband with new spicy lingerie?

You spent the afternoon cleaning the apartment, cooking Rafael’s favorite Cuban dish and preparing yourself. You looked at yourself in the mirror, with the lingerie on, wondering if you were the problem. Is he not attracted to you anymore? Obviously your body changed after you gave birth, but it never seemed to bother him before. Why now? Rafael never left you this long without touching and kissing your body, letting you know how much he loves you and wants you. Why doesn’t he do that anymore? What’s wrong with you?

A bit before 6, you texted your husband, asking what time he’s coming home. That’s something you often do, so there would be no surprise there.

Dunno, 8 maybe. He answered. But you couldn’t until 8.

Edu’s asking for you... could you make it for dinner? You sent.

Sure :)

Perfect. You made last minute prep before he got there. You curled your long hair just like he loves it, you only had mascara on, to make your blue eyes look bigger. You heard him coming home and looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. If nothing happens, something’s really wrong, you told yourself.

Rafael had a confused look on his face. His son was nowhere to find, the apartment smelled like ropa vieja. Candles were lit, and a bottle of wine was waiting on the coffee table. “Y/N?” He called.

“Hey handsome!” You emerged from the hallway, with a smile on your face. You looked gorgeous. You had Rafael’s favorite green dress on, his heart sunk. He stopped breathing for a moment.

“Wait, what day it is?” He asked.

“No particular day, Raf, don’t worry,” you chuckled and walked to him. “Just want a nice night with my husband,” you put your arms his neck and kissed him softly.

“Love the sound of that,” he smiled. “Love the smell too,” he kissed you again.

“I made your favorite,”

He laughed, “I wasn’t talking about the food. Although it does smell good. But I meant your scent,” Rafael gently kissed your shoulder and you heard him breath in your scent, “Victoria’s Secret bare vanilla,” he said, with his head hide in your neck.

“Oh! Talk dirty to me,” you chuckled. When he emerged from your neck, you took a moment to look at him, at his face, his eyes, his mouth... “I miss you, Raf,”

His eyebrows clenched together. “I’m here, amor. Always been,” he said.

“I know. I-it’s just—“ you shook your head, “Nevermind. Wine?” You offered and he nodded.

The night began well. You had small talks over dinner, Rafael enjoyed the dish you made. “It gets better every time,” he told you. But things went south pretty quickly when you took him to the bedroom. You made him sit on the edge of the bed and started to undress in front of him. “¡Coño!” You heard him. You smiled and continued the show until you were in your lingerie. “New?” He asked and you nodded.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. He sat on his lap and started to kiss him deeply. You felt his hands on your body and gosh how you missed his touch and his kisses.

You couldn’t feel his crotch growing between your legs. You didn’t think further about it first, and you laid him down on the bed. You unhooked his belt, undid his button and put his pants down. You softly touched him through the fabric, waiting for his cock to react. Still nothing. Rafael wasn’t looking at you anymore, he was focused on the ceiling, as if he was wanting for this to be over.

“You okay over there?” You asked, a bit worried.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep going,” he answered.

You did as he said. You freed his cock and went to suck him. You did everything you usually do but nothing. There was no reaction. “Rafael? Something’s wrong?” You were already frustrated and it was getting worse.

“Lo siento, amor. I don’t know what’s happening,” Rafael sat back on the bed and put his boxer brief back on. He had a very sad look on the bed. You were lost. Is he really not attracted to you anymore? You sat in front of him, held his hand and tried to avoid the tears that were threatening to come out.

“Talk to him, my love. Do you not want me anymore?” You asked.

“No! Of course not! I do,” he interjected.

“I want to believe you but—your body says otherwise,” you said. “It never happened before, no matter how exhausted you were,”

He sighed but stayed silent. You saw a single tear running down his cheek. You closed the gap between you and your husband and hugged him. Rafael had his face buried in your chest, and you felt he was crying. “Baby, tell me what’s going on, please,” you begged.

“I’m so sorry, amor,” he cried, “so sorry,” he repeated.

“What for? Tell me,” you softly grabbed his face in your hand and forced him to look at you. “What are you sorry for?” You asked again. Still crying, he opened his mouth to talk but closed it immediately. “Rafael, please,” you begged again.

“It meant nothing, Y/N. It was a stupid mistake, one terribly stupid mistake and I feel so bad,” understanding what it was trying to tell you, you let go off his hands, taking an inch away from him. Disgust was obvious on your face. But you couldn’t say anything, this can’t be true. It can’t be happening. “Amor, I swear—“

“Shut up!” You exclaimed. There was so many things going through your mind at this very moment, you didn’t even know where to begin. Your heart was beating so fast, you swore it was coming out off your chest. Rafael tried to grab your hands but you swapped them away.

“Who?” You choked up.

“Does it matter?”

You stood up and started to put your clothes back on. “You bet your ass it does! I wanna know who that bitch is! You’ll take care of your case later! But don’t put your hopes high, you ruined our fucking marriage!”

“No, no!” Rafael interjected and jumped from the bed. He grabbed your arms to stop you from putting a sweater on. Your whole body was shaking from anger. Rafael saw something in your eyes he never saw before. Indeed, he knew he ruined the relationship. “There’s a way I can make you forgive me. It has to. We can’t—“

“We can’t what, Rafael?” You snapped. “End our relationship? Destroy our marriage, our family? I believe that’s what you did!” You pushed him aside so you could walk out of the bedroom. Rafael briefly lost his balance and found himself on the bed but he immediately went back on his feet and followed you. He grabbed you by your waist, preventing you from going further. He didn’t have time to say something, “I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid!” You weren’t really talking to your husband, but more letting your anger out, “Here I was, trying to understand what was happening. Asking myself why we didn’t have sex for weeks, thinking it was maybe my fault, that something was wrong with me, or with my body— I spent the entire afternoon preparing this night, so we could find each other again, so that it was just us. Just you and me—“ Rafael was holding you from behind, you didn’t have the strength to fight his grip. You were both crying, “I can’t believe you did this, Rafael. And for what? To empty your fucking balls?”

“I know I have no excuses,” Rafael had buried his head in your back, still holding you. He didn’t want to let go off you. He was scared that if he let you go, you would never come back. Maybe he was onto something. “I don’t know why I did it. I want to say it was because of alcohol, because I had a few drinks but, it doesn’t change anything, I know it,”

“You damn right it doesn’t,” you said, still crying. His hands were locked in your front, you took a look at his wedding band. How could he ruin your vows? Your promises?

“Please, amor,” this made you lose it. Being a federal agent makes you much stronger than him, so you didn’t struggle to get out off his arms.

“Do not ‘amor’ me, Rafael. You lost that right. You lost when you fucked that bitch. Hell, you lost it when your lips—“ you couldn’t finish your sentence. That thought of him with someone else makes you sick in your stomach. Rafael could see it on your face.

“I will do anything to make you forgive me, Y/N. I swear—“ he paused. “do you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Cause I’ll do it,” you saw him starting to kneel.

“Don’t even—“ you warned him and he stopped on his tracks. “We’ve been together for almost 10 years and you know me better than anyone. You know that cheating is a deal breaker,”

“Yes, I do. But—“ he tried.

“There’s no ‘but’, Rafael. I will never trust you again. I will never be able to look at you, to—kiss you or do anything, without thinking of what you did,”

“What does that mean?” He had this terribly sad look on his face, as if the world was ending. But it’s all on him. You can’t feel guilty about what you’re going to say.

“It’s over. We’re done,”

Rafael did beg for several minutes. At some point, he was getting so weak from the cries and the pain, he fell on his knees and held onto your waist. He apologized too many times you could count, he made promises, offers. He was willing to do anything so you could forgive him. But you couldn’t. Not now, not ever.

Neither of you slept that night. You couldn’t even look at him anymore. You didn’t know where to go, or what to do but you needed some fresh air. “Where you going?” Rafael asked when he saw you putting on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you slammed the door behind you.

After that, it all happened quickly. You did your best not to alarm your son but he noticed he wasn’t seeing his parents together anymore. You spent half your time at your best friend’s place. You focused on your job and your son, doing your best to avoid Rafael.

There was one thing you needed to know; who he cheated on you with. It didn’t take you long to figure out it was his coworker Olivia Benson. Rafael and you always made important not to mix professional and personal life, which is why you only met her a few times.

One night, you waited for her next to her car. You didn’t care she was a Lieutenant, and that you were in front of her precinct, just like you didn’t care when you saw that she wasn’t alone. Sonny Carisi was walking her to her car when you emerged from the dark.

“Mrs Barba, hey!” The detective greeted you, “if you’re looking for your husband, he’s not here. Also, what’s wrong with him lately? He’s been more annoying than usual,” he smiled.

“You’re about to find out, detective,” on those words, you didn’t think twice before throwing a punch right into Olivia’s jaw and nose. It put all your strength in it, she lost her balance and thankfully for her, Sonny caught her. Was he supposed to arrest you? What was happening? “Next time you want to screw up with an ADA, chose a single one. But don’t worry now, he fucking is,” you just said and left.

“Lieu, what do I—?” Sonny asked, confused.

“Let her go, Carisi,” Olivia answered, holding her bloody nose, “You better not say a single word about this. To anyone,”

“How’s my favorite New Yorker agent?” Tobias Fornell greeted you with a hug. All the people you work with notice that something was wrong but no one dared to ask. You met Tobias a few years ago on the job, you immediately hit it off and he became a close friend. So close that it’s in his arms that you let go your pain, and cried every tear you had left. “Not so great, apparently,” he whispered. Fornell let you cry and calm down in his arms. “Wanna talk about it?”

You explained everything during a coffee break. A part of him wanted to go find and beat the crap out of Rafael. He probably would have done it if you didn’t have a little boy with him. Edu doesn’t deserve to see his father with cuts and bruises.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked.

“I have no idea. I need some time away from New York I think. Everything here makes me thing of him and I—I can’t deal with it,”

“Will ‘some time away’ be enough? I mean—if you’re up for a big change, NCIS team is one man down,”

At first, you refused. You weren’t ready for a change that big... until you broke into tears in front of a theater on Broadway, where Rafael took you for your first date. You couldn’t stay in New York. So you called Tobias and asked if NCIS had found someone. They hadn’t.

Since the breakup, you just dropped Eduardo in front of the apartment’s door, waited for Rafael to open and immediately left. This time you got in, to your husband’s surprise. His hopes went straight back up. You asked your son to go into his bedroom for a moment so you could talk with Rafael.

“How are you?” He asked, not sure it was the right move.

“Let’s not do that. I just want to let you know I’m moving to DC. With Edu—“

“Wait, what? No, there’s no—“

“I’m not asking for your permission, Rafael. I’m telling you. You’ll see your son every time you want to, DC is just a 3 hours train ride, okay? I can’t stay here. Not only you ruined our marriage, our family but you also ruined New York for me,”

“I—I can understand that, Y/N. But DC? Can’t you move somewhere I can see my son right after work if I want to?”

“Work opportunity,” you answered.

“What if I want him to stay here with me? And that you’re the one to comes on weekend to see him?” Rafael was on papa bear mode. He starts to understand you won’t ever forgive him, and he’s willing to accept it, no matter how bad it hurts. It’s all on him. But taking his son away? That’s a total different thing.

“If that’s what you want, hire a fucking lawyer. I’m leaving next week,”

Before you left the apartment you and Rafael shared for years, the apartment where Edu spent the first four years of his life, you did something that broke his heart for good. You left your wedding band on the coffee table.

* * *

Fornell welcomed you and your son in his house until you found a place of your own. You had a babysitter on demand with Emily. Eduardo likes her a lot already.

“Who is she again?” Tony asked his boss.

“A friend of Fornell. She was a FBI agent in New York, and now she’s with us,”

“You owned him something?”

Tony quickly regretted judging you without meeting you first. He didn’t like the idea of a complete stranger joining the team, but a few hours after your arrival, he knew he was wrong. You are lovable and you know your job. “Let’s go downstairs so you can meet Abby, Ducky and Palmer,” Gibbs told you and you followed him. Never in the world you had such a warm welcoming as the one Abby gave you. “I made this for you,” she offered you a sweater, “And Fornell told me your son loves to play to dress up, so I made him--this,” she showed off a dress that looked a little gothie. “It was one of my dress that I don’t wear anymore. I made a few adjustments and hopefully, it will suit--Eduardo?”

“Yes, but everybody calls him Edu. When I call him Eduardo, he knows it’s trouble,” you chuckled and took the dress from her, “He is going to love it! Thank you so much, Abigail, you didn’t have too,”

“Wow, she called me Abigail,” she said, looking at Gibbs. “Only Ducky does. But I can get used to it, coming from you too,” she smiled.

The next day you showed her a picture of Edu wearing the dress. Indeed he was loving it, he asked to sleep with it.

As you were looking for apartment, you realized you could actually make a dream of yours come true and buy a house. Your own house. New York didn’t give this opportunity. The houses the city had to offer didn’t look like real houses to you, that’s why you agreed with Rafael on buying an apartment on Park Avenue. But this was a new life. This is the time. You started to settle up, to know how much you could loan to the bank. Considering you had to buy every fourniture, a new car, and have something to eat in the fridge, it appeared impossible. For a moment you regretted no asking for an alimony and you growled at yourself.

“Everything okay over there?” you heard Gibbs asking from his desk. It was 9pm and you and him were the only ones left.

“Why are property prices so high?” you asked and you heard him chuckle.

“That’s why I’m glad I bought my house years ago,” Gibbs stood up and walked up to your desk. “Want to buy a place?”

“I thought it could be the time, but when I see the prices, everything I have to buy and my salary--it doesn’t match,”

“No alimony?”

“Hell no. Rafael wanted to, at least for Edu, but I told him that if he wants to give money to his son, he can do it when he’s visiting and put it on his bank account,”

“Your 4 years old has a bank account?” Gibbs smiled.

“For when he’ll be older, yeah. We never know what can happened,”

Your boss took a quick look at your computer, “What about that house?” he said. You were looking for houses on sell online, you stopped on a house. Not for what it looked like but for the price.

“It’s a smoking ruin, Gibbs. I clicked on it because that’s the best I can actually pay for,” you showed him the pictures of the house.

“With some handy work, we can make something of it,” he said.

“We?”

“You, me, Fornell, and probably the rest of the team if you ask them,”

“That ain’t gonna happen,”

Turns out, the next day when you arrived in the bullpen, everyone was there, looking at the screen. “’Grab your gear’?” you said, approaching your fairly new team.

“More like ‘buy the house’,” Abby interjected. You understood and shoot a glare at your boss, who was smiling. “So--all the wood works definitely go to Gibbs, Bishop said she’s good with the painting. McGee and I can do the floors,”

“I can take care of the bathroom, I redid ours,” Jimmy spoke up.

“Autopsy gremlin--that’s very unexpected,”

You watched them talking about the house for a moment. Your new team was planning to spend many weekends working a house you haven’t buy yet. Who are those people? You only met them weeks ago, and they are acting like...a family. That thought brought so many feelings inside you. You excused yourself and ran to the ladies room. “I got it,” Gibbs said the team and joined you. Thankfully there was no lady in there. You were crying over the sink and Gibbs gently took your hand and brought you in his arms.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked.

“That--what’s happening over there. It’s wrong,”

“Gonna need a little more info,”

You rise from his arms and looked at him, “There’s no way all of you are ruining your days off to help me,”

“We want to,” he spoke for everyone.

“But--why? Why would you do that?”

“Because that’s what families do, Y/N. Simple as that,” you looked down at your first, trying not to cry again.

“Rafael has been my only family, ever,” you confessed.

“Figured that out. Let us become your new family,”

You nodded, unsure of what is actually meant. “Damn you for reading my file,” Gibbs chuckled and invited you to go back to the team.

After many appointments for weeks, the house was finally yours. And on the team’s first day off after you got the keys, everyone showed up in used clothes. “Let’s get dirty!” Abby exclaimed, getting in your house. It was yours. That’s something you never thought would happen. Especially after the past months.

Ducky became the boss on that project. He made to-do lists and assigned the missions. Gibbs was in charge of the wooden floors, Bishop and Abby went painting upstairs. As he said, Jimmy assigned himself to the bathroom. Tony and McGee worked on the minor repairs, and you were the floating agent. Going where you were needed.

In the afternoon, Tobias showed up with Emily and Edu. Your son was wearing a overalls with doc martens and a baseball cap above his long dark hair. His fashion choices never stop to amaze you. “Mami!” he jumped into your arms. “Is it done yet?” he asked, excitingly.

“Oh no, baby! I told you we still have to stay with uncle Toby and Em for a while,”

You never had someone close enough to you and your son so that Edu would actually call them “Uncle” or “Aunt”. Now that’s what he’s doing with the entire team. “Can I see my bedroom?”

You took him upstairs to his future bedroom. Ellie and Abby were painting the walls. “Edu! I love your overalls,” Abby exclaimed.

“I love yours aunt Abby,”

“Wanna help the girls, baby?” you offered and Edu happily accepted. You went downstairs, helping Gibbs with the floor and your son stayed with your coworkers.

“I don’t want my room to be white!”

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie! We have to paint it white first and then you’ll choose the colors you want,” Bishop told Edu.

“Purple and green,”

“That’s an interesting mix,” Abby smiled.

“Mamiiii!” Edu came running to you, “I’m gonna have a disney wall in my room!”

“What?!”

“Aunt Ellie said so,”

You looked at Bishop who was standing right behind and she explained that she has a friend that will do it. For free. How amazing are those people.

For weeks, the entire team spent at least all their sundays working in the house. It was going really well. The house was becoming a home. Your home. Yours and your son. The guys were building the furniture you had already bought, Gibbs was taking care of the kitchen with Tobias, Jimmy was still working on the bathroom with Ducky’s help and Ellie and Abby was taking care of the final touches. Edu was having fun with Emily in the backyard.

“Phone!” everyone heard Gibbs shouting. All the phones were on the kitchen counter and Tobias checked the one that was ringing. When he saw “Rafael” written on it, he called for you. You answered and went on the porch in front the house.

“Mami and I just arrived in DC, we’re staying for the weekend. Can I pick up Edu?” Rafael asked over the phone.

“I--yeah sure. I’m sending you the address,”

You and Rafael only talk for your son. Edu told him you have a new house but Rafael doesn’t know you actually bought it. Your husband hears a lot about the team, Edu is fond of them. On one side, he likes that Edu is enjoying living in DC and the other side, he hates it. He wishes you and his son would come back. That you would forgive him from cheating on you.

For several weeks after you left, Rafael considered moving to DC too. To be close to his son obviously but also hoping it would make you change your mind, or at least realized he’s willing to do anything for you. But he came to the conclusion it was a bad idea. You moved to get away from him, he had to respect that.

Rafael and Lucia arrived in front of your house. You noticed the car through the window and told Edu his father was there. The little boy ran from the backyard to his father and his grandmother. “I miss you so much, cariño,” Rafael said, holding his son tight.

You went out of the house to greet your ex mother-in-law, “Hola mija, it’s good to see you,” she said. You hadn’t seen her since you left DC months ago.

“Papi, I have a disney wall in my room! Wanna see it?”

Rafael looked at you for approval and you gave it. The four of you walked inside the house. The first people Rafael saw, were Tony and Tim. Tony had his thumb in his mouth, “What the hell did you do DiNozzo?” you asked.

“He took his thumb for the screw,” Tim laughed and so did Edu.

“Oh, you think it’s funny, little cubano?” Tony told your son, playfully.

“Uh-oh,” you heard Edu say. He knew he was in trouble. He started to run in the house, chased by Tony. “Sorry,” you mouthed to Rafael, who stayed silent. What the hell did he do? Not only he lost you but you changed, and his son too. He lost his family, for good. He watched his boy getting grab by a man with silver hair. The guy gave a gentle kick to the one that was chasing Edu.

“Thank you uncle Gibbs,”

“Always, my bud,”

Being his over dramatic self, Tony was on the floor, holding his stomach. “Boss has a new favorite, I’m gonna die,”

“Cause you thought you once were my favorite?” Gibbs snapped.

“Bye cruel world,” Tony said, holding his chest and pretending to die. Edu took advantages of it and jumped on the italian agent. “Okay, I’m alive again,”

You and Rafael were watching them until you felt his hand on your arm. You looked at him, “Can we talk outside, por favor?” he asked. You told Lucia to sit on a chair and you joined Rafael on the porch’s stairs. “You look good,” he started to say. “Not just physically. You look like you’re in a good place with your life,”

“I am,” you agreed.

“I’m glad. If you’re happy, I’m happy,”

“Go to the point, Rafael,”

“I’m dating Olivia,” he confessed.

“Son of a--” you exclaimed but realized the house’s door was open. “Are you fucking serious, right now?”

“Why do you care? Which one are you dating? ‘Uncle Tony’? ‘Uncle Tim’? ‘Uncle Gibbs’? Huh?”

You were furious. For many reasons. He was dating someone before you even did, and moreover, it’s the woman he cheated on you with. That’s the ultimate betrayal to you.

“One second,” you showed your finger in the air and went back inside the house. You came back a moment later, followed by Gibbs. You dragged him outside the house and stood right in front of Rafael. You took a breath and kissed Gibbs. All teeth and tongues. Right under your husband’s eyes. Your boss definitely didn’t fight you. He actually deepen the kiss, holding you by your waist, making your body arch.

Tony was the first to see it - of course - and he called Tim. They were like kids watching their dad kissing the new beautiful woman of the neighborhood. You and Gibbs broke apart when you heard Rafael calling for Eduardo.

“We will definitely talk about that later,” Gibbs told you.

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marc-spectorr · 3 years ago

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okay okay I knowww we're here to worship our daddy Óscar Isaac Hernández Estrada 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ and we'll always keep on doing that, cause that man has me in a chokehold

but i saw you mentioning Music for a Sushi Restaurant in one of your asks and i died, for real. if, on top off all, you're also a Harry fan then i don't make the rules, you have my whole heart and are now my favourite person ever♡♡

sooo can we just take a minute to talk about Harry's new album? cause I'M NOT FEELING FABULOUS😭

this man had the AUDACITY to shatter my POOR LITTLE HEART and just pretend nothing happened to it. no seriously while listening to it i went through all the emotions possible, it's been a week and i can't stop listening to it

it starts off with such cool, catchy and full of nice vibes songs (i'm not sure what kind of cocaine or similar drugs he has put in those tracks but they sure are addicting)

and THEN BAM, just like that Little Freak and Matilda make their entrance

dear i- i don't think i can fully express how much i SOB every single time i hear those songs. seriously they just reach the right strings of my soul and hit a little bit too close to home yk. physically i'm fine, emotionally i'm BRUISED, like reeeally bad😫

and then the good vibes keep going, till the very end, with Love of My Life

i'm pretty sure i fell in love with the ending piano melody in that song. is that possible? is it normal? idk it happened and i'm not mad about it

overall i just am truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you this album, that's it, thanks for coming to my TED talk👩🏻‍💼

also I woke up to see you posted a shit ton of 👀yk, very nice late night ✨thirsty✨ asks and I couldn't have started my day in a better way, thank youuu <3

-🧸

pLS i’ve been listening to HH on r e p e a t ever since it came out 😭 IN FACT IM LISTENING TO IT RIGHT NOW AS I TYPE HAHAH

but like you’re sooo right !!! the first couple of tracks have me dancing to myself. they’re such a big vibe and they make me feel so happy & upbeat & just ashfjfkkdks

we get to little freak and it shifts my mood to sad and longing (but in a good way ofc!!)

AND OH MY HOD MATILDA. IVE NEVER RELATED TO A SONG SO MUCH I WAS CRYING WHEN I HEARD IT FOR THE FORST TIME.

“you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own”

the way i violently sobbed at that line like nOPe i can already feEL THE TEARS COMINGG

and then the fact that cinema is right after a fuckifn heartbreaker makes me laugh lmao. i haven’t gotten over my emotions after matilda but here i am boppinnn to the rest of the album in tears 🥲

🧸 anon you just made my whole day and it barely has started :’)))

hehe yus those thirsty asks last night. i shouldn’t be allowed on tumblr after a certain hour bc the filter on my mouth and thots is basically gone at that point hHjahHH

#asks #🧸 anon

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Uncalled For

request: hey! if you take requests, i have one for Ransom Drysdale x Reader. Something like angst stuffs because the reader is pregnant with his baby. Lots and lots of feels and angsty stuffs please thank you - anon

a/n: Thanks for the request hon! I love it! sorry for the wait.

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, nervous first-time father Ransom, angst but it turns to fluff!

summary: this story is quite deceiving hehe. I can’t say anything or it will ruin the element of my mini surprise. (lmao I can’t write plot twists without solving them right away.)

Pardon any mistakes!

Ransom Drysdale, the man who was your boss turned boyfriend.

In the beginning, you were his glorified maid working under the title of personal assistant.

Although the man was a mess, he was good to you. Even when you weren’t dating.

For a few years you’ve worked for Ransom, but recently the two of you have started dating.

It was nice no longer having to drive around your ass to get to your elbow just trying to show up at his house on time for work.

Now you spend your mornings waking up under Ransom’s heavy arm that protectively laid over your waist.

Needless to say he was a changed man, and was now taking the whole “dating thing” seriously.

One morning you woke up, the urge to rush to the bathroom becoming stronger.

Unable to contain your nausea anymore, you hurriedly threw off Ransom’s arm waking the man, who saw you in a panic.

Your figure flashed passed him, causing the man to throw off the bed covers and storm into the bathroom.

Just as he was about to give you an earful for the theatrics, he saw your head thrown over the toilet bowl, awful sounds falling from your lips.

At the sight, he squatted down, holding your hair from your face and rubbing your back soothingly.

Once the contents of your stomach were emptied, you sat back, Ransom standing to get you a glass of water.

You leaned against the wall, feeling absolutely disgusting. Slurping the water, you knew the reason for all of this happening.

All of your previous symptoms came together in your mind, forming the conclusion that you were pregnant.

“Hey angel, how are you feeling?”

Ransom sat on the floor beside you, placing a hand on your forehead.

Somewhat irritated, you pushed his hand away, shaking your head.

“I feel like shit.”

There was no sign of amusement on your face, and Ransom just nodded.

“What do you think caused this?”

He was absolutely clueless, causing you to bitterly laugh.

“You.”

Ransom’s face contorted into annoyance and you placed a hand on his chest to calm him.

“I meant you knocked me up, Ran.”

You offered the man a small smile, who looked like his world had just been turned upside down.

Before you dated Ransom, he often had pregnancy scares with other women, but with you his reaction was different.

With those women, he just threw money at them, leaving them to their own decision, but with you, he looked extremely worried.

You’d never seen Ransom like this before.

“Uh. Are you sure? Actually, no. Wait right here, I’m going to go get a test.”

Before you were given a chance to speak, Ransom just rushed out.

His demeanor had shifted and it was unreadable.

Was he mad at you? If he was, you weren’t gonna stand for it.

Whatever Ransom was feeling, you’d work with it.

If he wasn’t going to be in this child’s life, then so be it.

You were a smart woman, who could make anything work.

Twenty minutes later, Ransom came back with four different tests, all different brands.

He smiled sheepishly at you and handed you the boxes, “I wasn’t sure what to get.”

Following the instructions of each, you went to go sit on the bed with Ransom, who was staring into the abyss.

He hadn't said a word. The only thing he had done so far, was open his arm so you could lean into his side.

As you waited for the timer, Ransom ran his hand over your hair, soothing you and probably himself.

In no time, the timer went off and you walked into the bathroom. Ransom sullenly trailing behind.

You paid no mind to his attitude as he’d open up to you when he was ready.

Reading the tests, they all read positive.

Excitedly, you squealed and threw your arms around Ransom’s neck.

“Whoa! What does this mean? It’s negative?”

“No! It’s positive. I’m pregnant, Ransom!”

Happily, you kissed his lips, a smile on your face the whole time.

When you pulled back, Ransom looked a bit spooked.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong? You know you can talk to me.”

Ransom just shook his head and backed away.

“Nothing. It’s nothing, I’m fine. I’ll see you later, alright?”

The man gave you a small smile and kissed your cheek, once again rushing out, and not giving you a chance to question him.

With Ransom gone you had no clue when later meant.

So, taking a deep breath, you just moved on, trying not to become angry at Ransom.

You always told yourself that you could not just assume things until you knew for sure.

For now, to keep your mind off of things, you got showered and dressed, deciding to take yourself out for lunch and some shopping.

Around four o’clock, you came home, smiling to yourself upon finding Ransom’s car back in the driveway.

Held in your hand, was a small paper bag, having found a cute little onesie for the little one at a store you visited.

On the front, inscribed were the words, “daddy’s little angel.”

He always called you that, so you only found it fitting that he’d call your baby the same.

“Ransom?”

Walking around the house, it was seemingly empty. No sounds anywhere except a strained, “shit!” coming from upstairs.

You heard the sounds of a creaking floor, something that would only come from one moving furniture.

Immediately, your mind went to the worse and you were now seeing red.

Angrily, you threw down the back and stomped up the stairs.

The guest bedroom door was slightly cracked.

‘At least he had the decency to do it in another room,’ you thought to yourself.

Getting closer to the door, you heard a muffled feminine voice, and more stings of curses from Ransom.

With great vehemence, you threw the door open, eyes shut, but with a loud yell of Ransom’s full name.

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale, I swear if I find a woman in there, she better be decent!”

“What?”

Ransom sounded utterly offended, shutting off the youtube video, and standing to pry your hands from your face.

He looked at you with a smile, holding your wrists to his lips, placing kisses on them both.

Slowly, you opened your eyes, to find his goofy grin and a remodeled guest room.

At the sight of the room, you started crying.

Happy tears to be exact.

In the guest room, the white walls were now covered in different paint swatches, bookshelves mounted on the wall, and plastic covered the carpet, protecting it from the upcoming paint job.

Behind Ransom, was an unfinished crib, and his phone playing a youtube video, showing a woman assembling the thing. (The voice you had heard through the door)

It all clicked in your head and you felt like a complete idiot.

You snuggly wrapped your arms around Ransom’s neck, starting to laugh at the misunderstanding.

“I’m sorry for being such a bitch!”

The man just tightened his grip on your waist and smooched your forehead.

“It’s okay, angel. I know I don’t have the best track record.”

He looked down shamefully and you pulled up his chin to look into your eyes.

“No, that doesn’t justify my actions. I’m sorry, Ransom, and from now on, I will put more trust in you.”

You hugged him in a loving manner, hoping to get your words through.

“Well, I’m sorry too. For running off this morning. I was just scared, but then I had this… clarity. That everything was going to be okay.”

Ransom smiled at you and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I see that now,” you giggled slightly, “To see the great Ransom Drysdale building something must mean that he cares.”

“You bet your ass I do! You have no idea how draining it is to build one of those things.”

The two both of you in entire bliss, you leaned forward to place a teasing kiss on the man that you absolutely adored.

“I’m sure I can give you some motivation.”

Ransom smirked at your words, and deeply kissed you once more, walking you down the hall, still lip-locked.

Sooner or later that crib would be finished.

#ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans x reader

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sxfik · 4 years ago

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and when the seasons change (will you stand by me?)

read on ao3 • main masterlist • law school masterlist

summary: when kang sol's mother has to work late, she has to take care of byeol. it's just her luck that she has an exam the next day, one for professor yang of all people. joon hwi, being the kind classmate he is, offers to study with her.

or: byeol is solhwi mastermind, and she's says everything we wanted to say to the two dummies.

request by anon: hiya! saw that you do solhwi prompts so I was thinking that Sol A has to babysit byeol but there's a big test the next day so she calls joon hwi over to help her w studying. meanwhile byeol(being iconic) tries to set them up in true shipper fashion.

a/n: this is based on a request i got on tumblr, pictured above! i have around 5 (ish) fics that will go out over the week so stay tuned for those lmao! uh yeah, i don't really know what else to say other than im really sad law school ended so i've just been sad and mopey, but still writing to fill that hole. as always, enjoy <333

Although Joon Hwi was the 'star' student of Hankuk Law School, he was never much for studying. It's not because everything came to him that easily, but because finding the strength to concentrate and study when he could be hanging out with his friends or doing anything better with his time was insanely tempting. Finding the effort to get to the library, and read up on his textbooks was arduous and he always found it easier to study by himself, no distractions around. This was, of course, until Kang Sol came along. For Joon Hwi, everything in his life was turned on its axis when she came into his life.

When he first met her, in Professor Yang's class, she was just the poor girl being grilled by the professor. His heart went out to her, watching her pull her hair out of the bun to avoid the question. He didn’t know what possessed him to answer for her, but he assumed it to be a one time thing. But from the moment she crashed into him yelling "Second Round Judicial Exam, save me!", he was stuck on her.

Slowly, she was everywhere in his life, from the study group to the legal clinic to a majority of his classes. Unlike so many of his classmates, who were by the book and generally clinical in personality, she was a fireball of energy and passion. In class, despite not being the best student, she would argue with so much passion and energy that it was impossible to win against her. It was fascinating, watching her connect and jump from case to case. She would throw herself into everything she believed in, which included defending him from the school and his uncle.

Joon Hwi has liked girls before, but he's never been so captivated and head-over-heels for anyone in his life. Love and dating seemed secondary, and he preferred to keep it out of his life until he reached his goals. You could call him selfish but he prefers to call it being focused on his goals. He's always had one goal in life, and it was to work with the law, whether as a judge or working as police or as a prosecutor.

Yet, if Kang Sol was in the room, his eyes were on her. Whether she was frustrated at him or teasing him or gleeful with him, he couldn't help but smile at her. If she was around, he was right by her side, making her laugh or cringe or annoyed.

So there he was, studying in the school library with Kang Sol. Professor Yang’s exam was right around the corner and unlike last time, he cannot miss the comma in the given case. Plus, he doesn’t even have the excuse of being accused of a murder this time, so both Sol and Joon Hwi were hunched over their books, pouring into the texts when Kang Sol’s phone blared loudly from her bag, startling them both.

Sol cringed as she dug around in her cloth bag, the classic dirty looks tossed her way by the sleep deprived students as she stood to leave the library and take the call. He buried himself back into the textbook, but the concentration was lost and he was more interested in the call she’d gotten than ins and outs of defamation laws.

Around 10 minutes later, Sol was speeding back to her chair, the phone clutched firmly in her hand. But Joon hwi could see her frustration from a mile away. Her face held that pout, her eyebrows furrowed and grumbling under her breath. It was adorable.

But he was worried, considering it was the day before the exam, Sol couldn’t afford to be distracted from her studies. He wasn’t blind to her struggles in school, but Joon Hwi never considered her lesser than him for not being able to pick up the concepts with speed.

Unlike him, and a majority of his classmates, she had passion and a heart when dealing with clients. He could see it in her mannerisms with clients in the legal clinic, patiently explaining the clause or the issues they might face to the client. She’s sympathetic to the max, always hearing out the client’s grievances before making a judgement on what they had done. She was exactly what the world needed: a sympathetic, patient lawyer that was willing to fight for the client, someone that they can cling to. He and every professor in the school knew it, but it seemed Sol was the only one who never realized how essential she was.

Suddenly, he felt himself getting up to gather his materials with her without a second thought, despite the confused look Sol shot him. He wasn’t sure what exactly possessed him to do it, but he knew that if she wasn’t there, he didn’t want to study at the library either. Grinning at her, he walked out, side by side until they were outside the quiet library. She paused in her tracks all of a sudden, taking him by surprise and he paused too, looking back at her, tilting his head in confusion.

"My mom needs to work late today, so I need to rush home and take care of Byeol," she looked up at him finally, her face apologetic. "I'm sorry, Joon hwi but I don't think I'll be able to study for the exam with you," she started to walk away, but he couldn't let her go that easily.

"I'll come with you," he offered, surprising himself, "I'll study with you. Plus, it'll be easier to take care of Byeol with two people than one, right?"

She paused, looking back at him, conflicted. Sighing, Joon Hwi stepped closer to her. "Come on, let's not keep her waiting. Shall we?" He was determined to keep her company, especially since she’d have less time to study since she’d have to take care of Byeol. It was easier this way, and I’d do this for any friend he told himself.

The ride there was slow and quiet, but not an uncomfortable one. They both walked in tandem, with their backpacks filled with everything they'd possibly need to study, and even the bus ride was peaceful, the two of them staring out the window, watching the scenery pass by them. Joon hwi sat beside her, rather than across from her like last time, just to save space on the bus. On the very empty bus they were riding together.

Days like this, where the air was heavy and humid, the earth preparing for a heavy rain, were the most comforting types of days. The air was still warm and humid, making Sol’s hair poof out slightly, her naturally wavy hair frizzing out of her bun. The feeling of her beside him, as if this was a regular ritual for both of them, brought a sense of content in his heart. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, whether it was the girl beside him or the past year’s chaos, but watching the trees and the traffic pass by them brought more peace to his life than ever.

The two made their way into the alleyway, where Joon hwi had once stood guard of when Lee Man Ho once lived, threatening her family. He's standing in front of Kang Sol's house behind her, holding her backpack in hand as she struggles with the keys.

Finally, finally, she gets the door open, and a figure zips by, crashing into Sol. Byeol’s arms wrapped Sol's waist, like the adorable sister she is. Sol stumbled back into him slightly at the sudden weight thrown onto her, but nonetheless, crouched to envelop her sister in a bone-crushing hug. Joon hwi couldn’t help but smile at the two sisters, their love for each other enveloping him

"Unnie!" she grinned up at her, "Did you bring him with you?" Her eyes were serious and wide as Sol opened her mouth to answer.

"Byeol-ah!" Joon hwi yelled out from behind Sol, peaking out to see the 8-year old grinning at him, much wider than she did at Sol. Ha!

"Joonhwi-oppa!" the girl squealed out, leaving Sol's grip to run to him. As she ran to him, he picked her up and twirled her in the air, the girl's giggles echoing through the small alleyway as the two greeted each other.

Sol, standing by the door, smiled faintly before calling out, "Come in, before either of you catch a cold!" Both of them filed in, incessantly chattering as if they hadn't seen each other in months, even though it had only been two weeks since Joon hwi had been by to take the two sisters out to the park.

"Oppa! Why did you come with Unnie?" Byeol asked, finally being set down inside the house, looking up at him curiously as Sol

"Ah, we have an exam tomorrow, so I'm here to study with her," Joon hwi replied.

"Good," the girl jumped onto the couch. "Unnie needs a lot of help," the girl quipped back, nodding her head solemnly, making her look a lot older than 8 years.

"Yah Kang Byeol!" Sol exclaimed, indignantly. Joon hwi chuckled at the two as Sol turned to him. "Here, we can work in the dining room," she moved to grab her backpack from him, stepping towards the dining room.

"NO!" Byeol yelled out at the both of them, her hand flying out to stop the two of them, "Unnie, you should work in your room instead! You know I'll be watching TV and obviously, it'd be too loud for you to focus," the girl rushed out, her doe-eyes a bit too wide, her voice a little too innocent. She is definitely plotting something, Joon hwi narrowed his eyes at her but she avoided the look, choosing to jump off the couch and walk towards them instead.

Before either of them could protest, the girl pushed the both of them towards, presumably, Kang Sol's bedroom. Sol awkwardly laughed at him, Joon hwi shooting her an amused look. They awkwardly stood in her room, Joon hwi avoiding her gaze and choosing to look at the walls instead. Her room here looked similar to the one she had back on campus. Her desk was stacked to the max, sticky notes lining the walls with old reminders and little notes of encouragement. It was neat, but brightly colored, which suited Sol so very well.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Sol finally said, clearing her throat, gesturing for him to set down his books. He obliged, sitting at her desk while she chose her bed. They both set up all their materials, the awkward silence shifting into a peaceful one, the two working themselves into a comfortable rhythm.

It had been almost an hour of straight studying, both of them regurgitating criminal codes and case precedents from memory. Joon hwi was sure that by this point that his mind was complete mush, and Sol was starting to wither, her eyes almost glazed over while she started into one of her casefiles. Her hair was a lot puffier than it was when they started. Turns out, Sol had a habit of ruffling her hair with her pencil each time she was confused or working herself too hard, which was often.

“Let’s take a break shall we? I’m going to get a glass of water,” he said, standing up and stretching his arms out, trying to put the two out of their misery. He yawned, the stiffness in his muscles finally noticeable when he stretched out. She nodded back to him, yawning and stretching out in her chair, before she picked up her phone to check some messages.

He walked out of her room and back to the living room, where byeol was still glued to her seat, her eyes on the TV playing some cartoon. Heading over to the dining table, he poured himself a glass of water with the pitcher, before heading back to check on Byeol.

“What’s this show called?” he asked her, taking a sip of the water while watching the show with her.

“Hm?” Byeol turned to him, “Oh, it’s this show about two kids who set out to find a treasure mapped out by their parents,” she explained, gesturing towards him to take a seat beside him. He obliged, opting to sit beside the girl, both their eyes glued to the screen. A few moments passed by, before the little girl turned towards him.

“You know, my sister’s favorite color is dark green. Not like emerald green, but forest green tinted with some dark blue,” Byeol said nonchalantly. Joon Hwi’s eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why the girl is telling this to him. “And, her favorite ice cream is this nutella infused one that you get down the street, closer to the town square. It’s been her favorite since she was little,” she continued, not giving his confusion any heed. The girl rapidly started telling him facts about her dear sister, all the while confusion took over his features.

“Joonhwi-oppa,” she squinted at him, pausing as her face grew serious, “You like my sister, don’t you?” He sputtered, choking and coughing out the water. “I knew it!” she excitedly squealed.

“Byeol, byeol, shh, you can’t let your sister know okay,” he brought a finger to his lips, his eyes alarmed. For an 8 year old, Byeol was surprisingly cunning and observant. She had managed to figure out what he had been struggling with for the past year after just a few short visits. They shared a look of understanding between the two, before the girl turned her attention to the show, leaving Joon Hwi walking back to Sol’s room. The Kang Sisters, he shook his head, laughing as he thought, what a perfect duo.

bonus

It had been almost 3 hours of studying together before Kang Sol realized that the sun had set outside, and all of a sudden, they were in a rush to clean up. Joon hwi had to leave before the dorms closed entrance and because of their studying, the two of them had their head buried in books since the time they got to her house.

She was glad to have him over though. Despite her hesitation at the school and fears of inconveniencing him, having Joon hwi made the process a lot smoother. With his careful and gentle help, she had a much easier time understanding the concepts and she was eternally grateful, considering Professor Yang’s exams were always some of the toughest.

They were rushing out of the house, his backpack in her hand as he hurriedly put on his shoes and stepped outside the house. But before Joon hwi could turn with a hurried goodbye, she called out to him, her breath suddenly lodged in her throat.

“Thank you,” she quietly told him, the prospect of looking into his eyes as he leaned over her doorstep daunting. “Thank you for helping me, Joon hwi, it was really kind of you,” she beamed at him, trying to convey her gratitude and more in the only way she knew possible.

They both paused, looking at each other as the air got thicker between them, as if a string was drawing him closer to her. She watched as he swallowed slightly, his adam’s apple moving slightly before he let out a soft “You’re welcome,” and a classic smile, before he rushed out, trying to catch his bus.

She sighed, watching him as he rushed off, capturing the bus. Soon, she thought, Soon, I’ll tell him how I feel. She reassured herself, turning around only to find Byeol hiding behind a pillar.

“Byeol? What are you doing, weren’t you watching a show?” she questioned her sister, but Byeol made no response. Suddenly her sister frowned at her, muttering something about how can she possibly be a lawyer and she’s so blind, leaving her in utter confusion at the front steps.

#law school jtbc #jtbc law school #law school #law school kdrama #law school netflix #jtbc #jtbc drama #solhwi #mine #my writing #fanfiction #kang sol a #kang byeol #han joon hwi #ryu hye young #kim beom #kim bum #i’m not gonna lie i’m not extremely happy with this one but i really struggled to incorporate the scenes i wanted to have so it felt very #repeatitive

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elena-reina · 4 years ago

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Perfectly Fine - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: You are seriously one of my favorite writers omfg. Could you do one where the reader is dating Draco for a while and she went out to do some drugs (draco doesn’t know, and he doesn’t like them) and shes hiding it becuz she knows he would disapprove but she went back and when she was with draco and he gets so mad some kind of make up and just, yeah? I hope this makes sense, if it doesn’t don’t feel pressured to write it! Thank you if you do! I love you! - Anon

A/N: My oh my, I hope this is what you’re looking for lmao! I love you too whoever you are!!

Warnings: Drugs

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

"Y/N!” We would do this allllll the timeeee,” your best friend Eric whined, rolling over on his stomach, handing you the blunt to light.

The wind lightly blew through your hair as you sat, leaning against a tree. Eric was right next to you, as your other best friend, Teresa sat on the other side of you; almost as though you guys were sitting in a triangle formation. The grass below your feet was a soft green that almost has a hint of blue while the sky was glowing bright enough to showcase its white bubbly clouds.

You closed your eyes, taking in the fresh air.

“Eric, you know that Draco wouldn’t approve,” you said trying to hand it over to Teresa so she could light it. Eric groaned, shooting Teresa a look.

Before you had even started dating Draco, you would occasionally come out with your friend to get high ever now and then. It wasn’t an “Oh my goodness, I can’t live without it, I need to do this every day” it was more of a “Sure, I’ll do it, but I don’t need this to survive. It’s purely luxury and not necessity.” Draco didn’t know about it until one day he saw you smoking with your friends, and he got upset. You told him you wouldn’t do it anymore to make him happy, but deep down you missed being able to go out with your friends. So when Eric and Teresa offered to hang out again like old times, you just couldn’t say no.

She nodded, and turned back to face you, lightly holding onto it. “Y/N, hun. It’s just this one time, for old times sake?” she said trying to hand it back to you.

You look at Eric and then back at Teresa who had hopeful looks on their face.

One last time couldn’t hurt, right?

You groaned in frustation, holding out your hand. “Alright fine. Pass it to me.”

Eric clapped in excitment. You were about to put it between your lips, but paused, and looked back up at them.

“But guys... Draco..,” you muttered in frustation, “He isn’t going to like this.”

“Forget about him right now!” Teresa said, slapping your shoulder lightly, “You’re with us right now, not him.”

You raised your hands up in defense muttering an okay. You put it between your lips and stuck your neck out, so Eric could light the blunt. He picked up his wand, angling it at it and spoke.

“Incendio,” he casted sitting up on his knees.

The blunt lit and you took a drag of it into your lungs. The smoke filled them with a warm embrace as you inhaled, and came out smoothly as you exhaled. Taking another deep hit, you handed it over to Eric who was eagerly waiting. You grabbed your water bottle, chugging water as you kept coughing. Teresa patted your back with her free hand while patiently waiting her turn.

“I’m rusty, I haven’t done this in so long,” you half coughed, half laughed.

“That’s what happens when you don’t come out with us anymore,” Teresa laughed, holding it up to your mouth. You smiled and leaned forward, placing your lips around it again. You took another drag, and held it a bit longer this time before exhaling.

Not long after, it began to hit you. You were being welcoming in a warm, blissful indulgence. Your felt your eyes, slightly lowering while slowly blinking. You looked at Eric and bursted out into laughter. He did the same as well, not being able to control himself. You didn’t know what you were laughing at, but just looking at him made you want to cry of laughter. It could have been his face and how red his eyes were, or it could have just been his non-receptiveness.

“Gu-Guys...,” you giggled, covering your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut, “I can’t stop... stop laughing!”

Your stomach was beginning to hurt and you fell over onto your side. Teresa began to join in on the laughter and passed the blunt back to you.

“St-Stop! You’re going to make me pee!” she exclaimed also collapsing on the floor in a fit of laughter.

You held onto the blunt and took one last puff, before lightly coughing it out.

‘Alright you two,” you giggled, “I think I’m done.”

Eric gave a dramaticized frown. “Oh, c’mon just take one last one since you never come out anymore.”

Being heavily under the influence, you nodded with your eyes still half open. You took one last final drag, and blew it out smoothly before handing it back over to Eric. You closed your eyes fully, enjoying the high. You felt your body becoming light as you every now and then let out little bursts of laughter.

The three of you layed there enjoying each others company, not bothering to pay attention to the time as it passed quickly. Teresa and Eric passed the blunt back and forth with each other until it was gone. You didn’t know if Eric had gotten a really strong one or if it had been because of your tolerance since you hadn’t done it in a while. It could be both. Either way, you were feeling as high as ever.

“You need to hang out more with us, Y/N,” Teresa smiled, laying her head on your stomach, looking up at the sky.

“Yeah,” Eric agreed, laying his head next to yours, also facing the sky.

“What’re you guys talking about, we do,” you said, running your hands through Teresa hair.

“Not like this,” she mumbled in pleasure.

“Sorry, it’s just that Draco-”

You paused with realization, opening your eyes. You sat up immediately and looked all around you.

“Draco,” you breathed.

“What? Eric said, sitting up slowly looking around.

“He isn’t here, Y/N,” Teresa said confused.

You ran your hands down your face, feeling your heartbeat pick up quickly, slightly freaking you out.

“No, Draco’s going to see me!” you panicked, feeling your heartbeat.

You were breathing in and out, trying to steady your breathing. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on the air coming in and out of your nose. Opening your eyes, you looked at Teresa who was looking at you worriedly, but all you could focus on was her. It was like your eyes were zooming into her face like a magnifying glass.

“Woah woah, calm down Y/N, you’re alright. Draco isn’t going to notice a thing, you just have to remain calm and collected, okay?” Eric said, rubbing your back, trying to get you to come back to your senses.

“Oh my Merlin! I think I took too much!” you began to panic and kept looking around frantically. “Draco’s going to hate me... he’s going to be infuriated with me... oh my Mer-”

“Y/N!” Teresa said smaking your face. Your head jerked to the side in shock. Not from pain, but from shock.

“You’re alright! Nothings wrong, right Eric?” she said shooting him a look, grabbing your hands and holding it in hers.

“Right,” he said catching on quickly, still rubbing your back.

“Alright, stand up,” she said, helping you to your feet. “You’re perfectly fine.”

“I’m perfectly fine,” you repeated to yourself. Before, you would’ve been able to handle it all, but having not done it in so long must have lowered your tolerance. You would be able to finish a whole blunt without it affecting you hysterically. Was it the drugs that was making you act this way?

No. It was worse.

It was the fear of Draco being disappointed in you.

“You’re perfectly fine,” Teresa confirmed once more. You looked at her drowsily and then bursted out into another fit of laughter. They laughed with you, almost falling back down to the floor.

Had some students come walking past you, they would’ve thought you guys were crazy or just having a lot of fun.

“Are my eyes red?” you giggled, trying to open them, but instead squeezed them shut harder.

“I-I can’t see them!” Eric laughed, lightly pushing on your shoulder.

You brought your hands to your face and forcefully opened them with your fingers, staring them down.

They laughed harder, Teresa falling to the floor, but quickly picked herself up not too long after.

“They are a little bit, but nothing a little lie of being tired can’t fix,” he said.

“I need to head back so I can see Draco, I miss him,” you began to pout. Teresa and Eric looked at each other and back at you unsure.

“Okay,” they said in unison. Nodding, you all began to walk back to Hogwarts.

You wandered through the halls lazily, looking for Draco. Teresa and Eric had left to who knows where, leaving you by yourself. Every now and then you ended up getting side tracked. You weren’t even walking for that long, but you wanted to stop and sit down. You walked to the side of a wall and pressed your forehead against it and closed your eyes.

You began to lightly doze off, but not enough to be considered an actual sleep. A person coming up to you would be able to wake you up just by the sound of their voice. Enjoying your light rest, you felt like you were swaying from side to side.

Not noticing, hands slid onto your hips, swaying even more from side to side. At this point, you thought you were just randomly swaying even more than before and just accepting it until you felt more pressure press against your back. A neck nudged its way into your neck, and that familiar voice sent chills running down your back.

“Hello, love,” Draco’s deep voice hummed, “What’re you doing standing here against the wall?

Your eyes lit up and you turned around quickly, as Draco took a small step back.

“Baby!” you exclaimed, raising your arms up high and heavily throwing them over his shoulders into an embrace. He chuckled, lightly wrapping his hands around your waist, returning the hug. You pulled your neck back and pressed your lips against his hungrily. He was taken by surprise, and chuckled into the kiss.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” he chuckled, pulling away sooner than you wanted. You slid your hand down from his shoulders and to his green tie that hung around his neck. You grabbed onto it, tugging his face closer to you. Your noses were just barely touching when you spoke.

“Let’s go to your room, hmm?” you grinned, sinisterly smiling from ear to ear. Normally, you were never this brave, especially in public. But you couldn’t help yourself. You were under the influence and you just wanted Draco right then and there.

He cocked his eyebrow, looking at you curiously.

“C’mon,” you whispered into his ear, and began to lightly kiss on his neck. He closed his eyes in bliss and gave it.

The two of you rushed to the Slytherin common room, and into his dorm. Despite sharing the room with other Slytherin boys, there was no one else there except for the two of you. He locked the door upon entering just to make sure no one else was there, before you pinned him against the door and began to eagerly kiss him.

Draco wasn’t having any of this since he liked to be the one in control. So he quickly flipped you over so you were the one against the door, with him towering over you. He tilted your head up with his thumb and index finger and leaned down to kiss you passionately.

You kissed him back with the same amount of passion, if not more, and continued to get more heated. His arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you firmly in place. You lifted your leg up as he grabbed onto your thigh, instructing you to jump. You jumped up as he caught onto your other thigh and held you up, pinned against the door. You stradled his waist, while he carried you over to his bed. Lightly laying you down, he hovered over the bed, not once breaking the kiss. Being high and horny was the best feeling in the world. All your senses were heightened and you couldn’t wait to get steamy with him.

His tongue darted across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, letting his tongue enter. Before things got too heated, he pulled away leaving you panting. He kissed down your jawline and onto your throat. He pulled his head back up to look at you.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” he grinned, clearly just as turned on as you were. It took a little bit of strength in you to try and keep your eyes open all the way.

“I just missed you so much,” you responded, “Now c’mere.” You attempted to grab his collar again, but he grabbed your hand instead. You were taken back.

“I love that you’re feeling this way, but you were just leaning against the wall alone not too long ago, Y/N/N,” he said again.

“Well, yes I was and-”

“And your eyes are so red,” he said curiously, leaning forward pressing his hand against your cheek, lightly rubbing it with his thumb; Getting a better look at you.

You giggled. “I know, I’m just tired is all baby,” you lied, feeling your heartbeat pick up speed a little bit. You hated lying to him and you knew if this continued, he was going to catch on.

“What were you doing before I found you?” he questioned, standing up. You were still on the bed facing him, but he was standing in front of you on the floor. You sat up, looking up at him.

“Draco, I was just wandering around,” you giggled slowly and grabbed onto his tie again, trying to pull him closer to you. “Give me a kissssss, pleaaaase.”

He hesitantly leaned down again and pressed his lips to yours again. You closed your eyes in bliss, breathing in his intoxicating scent trying to continue what you had going on moments ago.

Giving you a quick kiss rather than a deep one, he removed his hands from your body and took a step back. Your mouth stayed parted open, almost pouting in a way, leaving you so disoriented you didn’t know what to do.

Your brain couldn’t handle all this miscommunication. You just wanted to get it on with Draco, but he was sensing something was wrong. Something was off, he had an idea, but he wanted to hear it out of your mouth.

“Babe,” you whined.

“You said you were just wandering around,” he said again to himself aloud, more as a question rather than a statement.

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“Wandering around where?” he questioned.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to focus despite your mind wanting to be elsewhere.

“Here and there, ya know,” you giggled. He didn’t laugh, but you didn’t notice.

“Ah, so you went to the game that happened about an hour ago,” he said, eyeing you.

You immediately nodded. “Yep! I was there and boy was than an interesting game.”

Draco folded his arms across his chest, sternly looking at you. You remained smiling at him, not noticing the change in his tone.

“And you remember when I caught the snitch and beat Gryffindor?”

“Yep! Why do you think I’m trying to reward you, silly!” you grinned, “Now, c’mere.” You stood up off of the bed and walked closer to Draco, smiling from ear to ear, gazing into his grey eyes.

Now Draco was irritated. What was wrong with you. You clearly weren’t paying attention to anything he was saying. As a matter of fact, you were brushing off everything like it were nothing.

“Y/N,” he said in his stern voice, gazing down on you. Freaking you out a bit, you straightened yourself.

“Yes,” you said shyly, not liking his deathly gaze.

“Where were you earlier today?” he asked once more.

“I just told you,” you huffed, “I was at the game-”

“There was no game.”

You shut your mouth quickly as he awaited your response. You averted eye contact and began to fiddle with your thumbs.

“There wasn’t?” you questioned, attempting to look at him again. But he had a rock hard glare at you, not answering your question but instead remaining silent.

“Oh!” You forced a laugh, lightly shoving on his chest jokinly, “When I took a nap earlier I must’ve dreamt about being at a Quidditch game and-”

“Cut the bullshit, Y/N,” he snapped, catching you off guard. You gasped at his outburst and shrank under his gaze. “Lie to me one more time. and I’m walking out.”

Without meaning to, your nose began to lightly sting and tears welled up in your eyes threatening to spill. Draco remained unphased, instead getting more irritated by the second. You knew that if you kept lying to him that things were only going to get far worse than they already are.

“I... I don’t know what you want me to say,” you whispered, scared. Not for you life, but because of what you knew Draco was inevitably going to find out. You should’ve just went straight to your room after hanging out with your friends.

“I’m going to ask this one last and final time. Where were you and what were you doing,” he glared.

You wanted to cry so badly, but tried your best to hold it back. Draco knew you wanted to as well, but held his ground. He knew exactly what you did by now. He could smell it off of your hair, and not to mention the taste was feintly there when he was kissing you.

“I was with my friends...,” you mumbled.

He stayed quiet, his stare making you want to shrivel up inside.

“Eric and Teresa,” you mumbled even more quietly, sniffling.

“You’re high aren’t you,” he hissed, angrily. You couldn’t hold it back anymore. The tears waiting to break free finally let loose and streamed down the cheeks of your face.

Your silence was enough to answer his question. His shook his head and turned on his heel, heading to walk out. Your eyes widened and you lunged forward grabbing onto his arm, crying. He roughly shook you off and turned to face you lividly.

“Didn’t I say I didn’t want you doing that anymore?!” he shouted in your face angrily. You didn’t want to fight with him. You hated yourself so much for what you did because you knew this was going to happen. You wish you could have just turned back time and never had done it again.

“I’m- I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me!” you sobbed. You head was still lightly spinning from your high.

“I don’t even have any words to say to you right now,” he glared. You tried reaching out to him again, but he took another step back.

“Draco, baby please-”

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed, looking at you in disgust. You couldn’t stop your crying. You dropped to your knees, throwing your face into your hands, shaking. You couldn’t control yourself and you hated yourself for making Draco hate you at the moment.

“I’m sorry... I don’t know what else you want me to say,” you sobbed, “Please don’t break up with me.”

He huffed through his nose, letting you stay on the floor. He didn’t have any words. He knew he wasn’t going to break up with you, that was out of the question. But the punishment of letting you think that was good enough for him, so he didn’t correct you. As a matter of fact, his silence made it worse as you couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from running through your head.

“Say something,” you cried, rubbing your eyes profusely.

“I’m disappointed in you, Y/N. I told you not to do it again, and you went behind my back and did it. How long have you been going behind my back.”

Removing your hands from your face and staring up at him, your mouth was slightly agape.

“I-I haven’t, this was my first time doing it again!” you defended. Draco didn’t look convinced and turned to walk out again. You let out a desperate whine in your mouth, rushing to your feet and sliding to stand in front of the door, so he couldn’t leave.

“Y/N, move,” he demanded, furiously.

“I’m not lying to you, I swear! You can ask Eric or Teresa,” you cried, trying to hug him. He gripped your wrists, pulling your body to his and made you stare into his eyes.

You gulped, desperate for some kind of sign of relief. Your stomach was twisting in knots out of nervousness, you didn’t know what to expect.

“Look at me in my eyes right now and tell me you’re telling the truth,” he spat. You nodded your head vigorously.

“I swear on our relationship that I’m not lying to you, please, I was pressured into it,” you sobbed, “Can I get a hug. Please, I’m going to hyperventilate.”

Your heart was pounding against your ribcage wanting to explode.

At this point, you wanted any sign of affection you could get from him right now. Even if it were a pat on the head, anything that would be able to calm you down.

Sighing, he knew how much your relationship meant to the two of you and he would rather have you calm and collected than scared and crying. He hated seeing you like this, but he was allowed to be mad. He had a valid excuse to be this way, but his feelings for you will eventually always power through.

“Draco.. I feel like my heart is going to come out of my chest, say something,” you sobbed, still with your back agains the door.

He ignored your plea and brushed your hair out of your face with his hands, cupping your cheeks. He lowered his head to your lips, reconnecting them and slowly moving his against yours. A wave of relief washed all over you, and you ached to feel any sort of connecting with him again as you were tired of crying. You heart was still pounding very hard and you were trying your best to contain it. You shakily raised your arms and draped them over his shoulder. He noticed your hesitant movement and pulled back.

“Calm down, I’m not mad at you. Listen to your breathing,” he said soothingly, more worried for your health rather than his own anger. You nodded, still not convinced that he isn’t upset. He wrapped his hands around your legs again, hoisting you up back into the stradling position you two were in earlier.

“I’m not upset, yes I’m disappointed, but I’m not upset. I need you to listen to my voice and calm down, alright. Repeat it back to me, I’m not upset,” he said trying to get you to listen to him. “Say it.”

“You’re not mad at me... you’re not mad at me..,” you reassured yourself. And it was kind of working, you were calming down a little bit but a part of you didn’t want to listen. But Draco always knew how to calm you down in any situation, it was like a special power that he had.

He attached his lips to your sweet spot on your neck and began to sweetly suck on it, hoping to leave a dark, purple mark.

“Say it again,” he mumbled against your skin. You threw you head back in pleasure, exposing more of your neck. You were in euphoria.

“You.. You’re not mad at...,” you stopped and let out a mini moan. This was music to his ears.

“I didn’t hear it,” he said moving to the other side of your neck sucking, and started walking slowly back to his bed, still holding you up in his arms.

“You’re not mad at me,” you struggled, but made it out. Your heartbeat was still beating, but not in the same sense as it was earlier. You wanted him and he knew.

Your breath was shaky and labored and you could tell that Draco was also having trouble containing himself as well. He laid you down on his bed again leaning over you, supporting himself with one arm while the other caressed your face.

You moved your hands down his chest and began to unbutton his white shirt. Once finishing, you ran your cold hands down his chest and stomach, making him slightly jump as he reconnected your lips.

He pulled away one last time.

“Look at me,” he said, catching your full attention. You stared at him with big doe eyes. In this moment, you looked absoluetly beautiful to him, but he needed to say one last thing.

“If I find out you got high again, I’m not going to speak with you any longer,” he warned. Gulping, you nodded. You didn’t wanted to think of a day like that without Draco. You didn’t know what you’d do with yourself.

“But I forgive you right now, just don’t do it again,” he assured pulling you out of your invasive thoughts.

“I won’t, I promise,” you reassured him, grabbing the back of his neck trying to lightly pull him back down.

“Good,” he hummed, lowering himself back down onto you, enjoying the taste of your lips.

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iwaisa · 4 years ago

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request. Njanidnjan hiiii!! 1. May I request Lev and Aone (separate) with a really small like 5’0, cannot reach tall places, needs help getting cereal, male if you’re okay with male reader, maybe slight nsfw+sfw if you do that? Sorry!! 2. CanI have an anon emoji?? I rlly like your blog and I’ll probably do anons a lot :) - anon

a/n. omg tall boys 🙈🙈 thank you for requesting !! (≧∀≦) this is also my first time writing character x male reader content so if you have any advice for me, let me know !

lev and aone with a short boyfriend

- pairings. lev and aone x male reader

- genre. nsfw

- warnings. NSFW, hand jobs (both receiving)

► now shuffling...

sighs 😪 i love him

you two met during your second year of high school

he didn't have anyone to make fun of their height since yaku graduated so he turned to you :DD

you had to tutor him for math since he was a volleyball idiot

he never paid attention to the worksheet in front of him, and you always caught him staring at you

most of the time he would ask you questions about your height

“are you drinking enough milk, l/n-kun?”

he constantly tried to get you to join the volleyball team as a libero but you politely declined

instead, you promised him you would go to each of his games and cheer him on

he grabbed you under your arms and started swinging you around

“yaaaay! l/n-kun can finally see what a great ace i’ll become!”

you smacked him and yelled at him to put you down

you kept your promise and went to every single one of his games

and he always came to find you after them asking if he was getting better

when you said yes he went to pick you up again but he stopped himself

he smiled and grabbed your hand in his and told you he wanted to go celebrate with you

this happened after every game, whether it was a win or lose for nekoma

one time the two of you went to get ice cream from a convenience store and he found a stray cat with h/c fur and e/c eyes

he picked it up and started laughing

“it’s you, l/n-kun! it’s cute like you too!”

when you asked him what he meant he just nonchalantly said that he likes you

he’s not even looking at you while he says it he’s still looking at the cat lmao

he got kinda nervous when you didn't respond and nearly dropped the cat to snap his head towards you

he turned away from you and put the cat back on the ground and started frowning

until you grabbed his collar and yanked him down to kiss you

“come on in, lev.” you smiled as you let your giant of a boyfriend into your house. you stopped yourself from rolling your eyes as you watched him duck into your doorway. “thanks, f/n!”

the two of you walked into the main room and you told him he could sit down at the table. you walked into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to get a packet of ramen. you stood on your toes as you attempted to grab at the corner of the package, only to push it further back into the cabinet. you clicked your tongue and began climbing up on the counter.

all of a sudden, lev quite literally appears behind you and places his hands on your back. you jumped as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, “can’t reach the top shelf, huh?”

“lev you dick, just help me get the ramen,” you sighed. “what if i want something else?” you stopped reaching for the packet and put your hand down. “oh. okay, what do you want then?”

there was a beat before lev answered, “you.” you felt your face flush as lev continued to rub his hands up and down your arms and drift towards your thighs. you turned around and swung your legs off the counter, bringing lev in closer.

lev wasted no time in leaning down to lock lips with yours. his hands continued roaming around your body as he went to cup your growing hard on. you moaned into his mouth as he pressed harder, palming your erection through your shorts.

“already hard for me, huh f/n?” he smirked. “oh shut up. it’s your fault.” he pouted, “is it a crime to want to love my boyfriend?” he jutted his lip out. you sighed and pulled him in for another kiss.

he slipped his hands under the waistband of your boxers and pulled out your cock, which was now dripping with precum. “tell me if i should stop, okay?” you nodded as he began to stroke both of your cocks together.

“lev...” you panted. he smashed his lips onto yours and continued stroking faster. you clawed at his back and he moaned in appreciation. “f/n, i’m gonna cum-” as soon as he said that both of you came at the same time.

while panting, lev peppered you with kisses and leaned over to grab paper towels. he cleaned the two of you up and kissed your forehead. you hopped off the counter and pulled your shorts up as lev reached up to grab the ramen packet. “i’ll go make this now!” you grabbed onto his hand and stared him in the eyes, “lev, didn’t you tell me that the last time you tried to make ramen you burned the noodles?” “...yeah-” “then i’ll do it.”

you reached up to grab the packet and kissed his cheek. you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking as you made the ramen. you turned around to see lev leaning his cheek on his hand, smirking at you cockily.

“we should do that more often!” you laughed and rolled your eyes as he came up behind you to press chaste kisses against your neck. “..love you, f/n.” you reached back and patted his head. “i love you too, lev.”

congratulations! you get this super intimidating (eyebrow-less) dude as your college roommate!!

you were PETRIFIED of him

but eventually you find that he's just a giant softie! (emphasis on the giant… this dude is 6’3”...)

one time you come back to your apartment and he’s feeding a cat

you’re like,,, “aone?”

he turns around and looks at you tilting his head a bit

“whatcha got there?”

“,,,a stray”

“yeah 🙂”

you two take the cat to the vet and go to the store to buy all of the materials needed

he thanks you for not kicking the cat out

🥺🥺🥺 -

months pass and you can’t seem to stop thinking about him and how he’s truly just a huge softie at heart

one day you just let it slip

“takanobu,, i know it’s a little...weird,,”

he’s sitting on the floor with the cat in his lap and he turns to you

“but um… you can just ignore it if you think it’s um.. weird”

“i don’t think you’re weird f/n.”

you take a deep breath and just let loose

“i think i’m in love with you”

he just sits there with a blank look on his face and you’re pretty sure you just ruined your friendship with your roommate

you quickly turn around telling him you’re going to the store and asks if he needs anything

as soon as you place your hand on the door he grabs your hand

“w-wait.. i love you too.. f/n.”

“dammit,” you mutter as you find yourself climbing onto the counter. again. you can't help but curse the apartment builders for making the cupboards so damn high.

it’s ten in the morning and all you want is a damn bowl of cereal before your morning class. you climb up onto the counter to grab the box when you hear the door open. your boyfriend, takanobu walks in and stops in his tracks when he sees you sitting on the counter.

“...f/n? what are you doing on the counter?” you sigh and point to the cereal box that just keeps getting pushed back into the cupboard. “oh. here let me help you.” he comes up behind you and reaches up to grab the box, handing it to you. you thank him as he holds out his hand to help you off the counter and he nods.

you turn around to pour the cereal into the bowl. you grab the milk from the fridge and begin pouring it into the bowl when you feel takanobu wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face into your neck. “how was class?”

he didn’t answer for a second before groaning, “boring. i missed you.” the tips of your ears turned pink as you chuckled. “i missed you too.” there’s a minute or two of silence as takanobu starts to leave light kisses on your neck. you lean back into him and he groans. your eyes widen as you feel a bulge through his joggers.

“...sorry. i’m just happy to finally be back to see you…” he mutters. you smirk as you begin to grind into his crotch. he starts to pant as he continues leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. his hands make their way down to your sweatpants, but he stops suddenly.

you two haven’t made it past making out yet, and you could faintly feel his body start to shake. “takanobu? what’s wrong?” he holds you closer to him, “...are you alright with this? we don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable yet…” you turn around and stop him by pressing a finger to his lips. “i’m ready whenever you are.” he nods and you can see the faint pink tint making its way onto his cheeks.

you stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down. you press your lips to his and he leans down to pick you up. you slip your tongue into his mouth and he groans, walking to his bedroom. he sets you down on the bed and sits in front of you. he pulls away and hooks his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants. he stops and looks at you, before continuing to pull your pants and boxers down when he sees you nod.

you pull his joggers down and pull his cock out. he already looks painfully hard, and his tip is a pretty red colour. you moan when you feel him swipe his finger against your slit. you look up at him and you see him staring down at your cock. you scoot in closer and begin kissing him again as you press your cocks together, beginning to stroke them. he moans into your mouth and you already feel yourself beginning to cum. he slips his tongue into your mouth and you grunt in surprise.

takanobu rarely takes initiative, and you feel your release coming even sooner. “taka… i’m gonna..” your words turn into a moan when you feel him squeezing your ass. a few more pumps takanobu cums into your hand, with you cumming soon after. you open your eyes to find takanobu staring at you. his face was bright red and he was mouth was agape. he says quietly, “i love you.”

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! x male reader #lev haiba #lev x male reader #takanobu aone #takanobu x male reader #aone x male reader

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tuffduff · 4 years ago

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My Path to You (Slash x Reader)

Pairing: modern!Slash x younger!Reader

Words: 2,300 (OOPS)

Request: anon! : “hi there! i was hoping you could write a modern!Slash imagine where there’s a considerable age gap (whatever you’re comfortable with) and the two of them meet and fall for each other. eventually slash wants to ask the reader out on a date but is super shy and nervous but she says yes and then they go on a date and it can end however you want it to.”

A/N: MY FIRST SLASH REQUEST Y’ALL!! And I do be nervous writing it lmao. This is entirely from Slash’s POV, I’m not sure if people like that kind of thing but it’s a different way to explore writing. There’s a little coffee shop in my area that has a picture of Slash on the wall, so that was inspiration too. Hope y’all enjoy, thank you for the request! 🖤

What now? It was a question Slash asked himself nearly every day, now that he was newly single. That was a new feeling, one he wasn’t expecting now at this stage in his life; wasn’t he supposed to be married and settled and happy and all that shit by this point in his life? He brushed off the notion, after-all who gave a fuck. He wasn’t a conventional guy. Life is as it happens. But he’d be lying if he didn’t say the idea of getting back out there again intimidated him.

Slash kept to himself in his own world, for the most part. Creating, always with guitar in hand. Especially now being sober, putting himself out there wasn’t exactly appealing. He couldn’t use a dating app, he wasn’t gonna go to a bar or a club, and all of his friends were taken. Where would he possibly meet someone? Dating someone famous wasn’t really what he was looking for, he never fit in with that scene. He wasn’t opposed to dating a fan, but could he ever find someone who wanted him for him?

“Don’t worry, man.” Duff had reassured him. “If it happens, you know, it’ll happen. But not if you’re looking for it. You’ll find her when you least expect it. Just live your life.”

That was smart and Duff was usually right. So, Slash continued to focus on his craft. And he tried to change his outlook, very literally. One night, he wore a baseball cap pulled low and his hair tied back and tucked away in his jacket and hoped it was enough not to get swarmed as he headed out to an art walk in the more historical art district near downtown.

If anyone recognized him, they let him be as he walked down the cobblestone sidewalk, taking in all the creations. The more art and sculptures he admired, the more he stopped worrying about getting recognized.

He was admiring two pieces of wood burned art, a set featuring an artistic interpretation of a woman’s silhouette body.

“These are really sweet.” Slash complimented the artist, who gave a gracious nod.

“Thanks, man. Those pieces have had a lot of eyes on them tonight, thankfully.”

“How much for ‘em?” Slash asked.

“$65 each.” The artist replied, almost sounding sheepish. “...Maybe that’s why they haven’t sold yet.”

“I bet they took a lot of time.” Slash assured him. He pulled out his wallet, fishing out two hundred-dollar bills. “Don’t let people make you second-guess your work.” He passed him the bills, to which the man’s eyes widened.

“Uh, I’m-I’m not sure if I have the enough change.” He said, hastily digging through his small stack of cash from prior purchases.

“It’s cool.” Slash said, smiling and extending his hand. “Thanks again, man.” They shook hands before Slash picked up the two pieces of wood, already trying to picture the perfect spot in his house.

“Okay, I’m back! I’ve got it!” Slash heard someone breathlessly calling behind him. It was a younger woman clasping a wad of cash in her hands as she ran up to the man Slash had just left. “Dipped into my savings but...”

The wood carver gave her a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry, they just sold.” Slash watched literal heartbreak wash over her eyes before they flickered right over to him. The dismay in her gaze, the way her shoulders slumped and deflated nearly made his own heart break.

“Oh...damn.” She muttered, tucking the cash back in her pocket. “I really liked them. Oh well. Thanks, anyways.” She said politely. She sent one last glance towards the pieces of art in his arms before she turned on her heel and walked away, head down.

“Hey!” Suddenly, Slash found himself hurrying after her. She stopped in her tracks and turned, her eyes now displaying curiosity.

Uh, what now? He asked himself in his head once he found himself face to face. Up close, she was even more striking, he realized. Beautiful, he’d never seen a face like hers. So expressive, so vivid, so alive with emotions. Her hair framed her face perfectly, her clothes complimented her body well and seemed to be a representation of the woman she was. And he liked everything about what he could see.

“Uh,” he chuckled nervously, looking down. “I, uh, I overheard you had your eye on these.” He said, raising the pieces of art.

“Yeah. I come here to this event every month. I’ve seen those two every time and I’ve been trying to save up. This month I would’ve had enough, but bills—you know.” She rolled her eyes and sighed a little. “Anyway, I saw them tonight and I just couldn’t bear to wait another month or risk them finally being sold, so I ran back to the ATM down the street and pulled out of my savings, not that I really had a lot in there to begin with...” she paused as though she had said too much, shaking her head, flustered. “Sorry. Uh, but I mean, I’m happy for you. Just, take care of them for me.” She chuckled, but her eyes were still stuck on the art.

“I’ll do a trade with you.” Slash proposed. His nerves were playing tricks on him, making him more outgoing than he normally was and then wanting to take it back as soon as he spoke.

“Um, what kinda trade?” She asked curiously. Her nose scrunched a little as she frowned in confusion and he smiled. She was precious. Slash found himself wondering every little detail about her, about the path she had walked in her life so far, and how somehow theirs had crossed.

“I’ll let you have these if you’ll get coffee with me.” Coffee dates, that’s what people did nowadays, right? She blinked a few times at his words and had him wondering.

“That doesn’t seem fair; you paid for those. I’ll pay you for them.”

“No, no. I really don’t need the money.” Slash replied, laughing a little. “How about you keep one and I keep one?”

“...Why?”

“I can tell you really like them.” He said. She bit her lip as she seemed to consider his offer, hesitating.

“And why coffee?”

“I think you’re the prettiest art I’ve seen all afternoon.” Again, her face expressed vivid emotion that most people tried to hide. He watched her lips form a laugh and appreciated the sound.

“I don’t even know your name.” She laughed. He panicked a little in his head. Guess he wasn’t gonna get everything right; it had been a while.

“I guess you can call me Saul.”

“You guess?”

“My friends call me something else.” He mused. A part of him was curious to know if she knew him; lots of people recognized him, not that he was conceited or kept track. Was she a fan? Did she hate his kind of music? Surely, she’d heard of Guns N’ Roses. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” Slash smiled; it was like finding the right spot on a puzzle. It fit perfectly and helped him see even more of the picture. “Y/N, I can tell you really like them. I wouldn’t feel right keeping both; I just stumbled upon them.”

“All the more reason you keep them. They spoke to you, like they spoke to me.” There it was. Her voice, her words, it sent a slight wave through his stomach. That warm, fluttery feeling. He extended out one of the pieces to her insistently.

“All the more reason you keep one too.” She smiled as she took the wood carving.

“Thank you so much.”

“So, would you maybe wanna...?” Again, a part of him panicked. “You don’t have to, you know. You can take your half and be on your way if you’re not interested.”

“No, I’d love to! There’s this little local coffee shop I go to all the time—they display local artists’ work and have live musicians Friday nights and stuff. Do you want my number?”

“Uh, yeah. That’d be cool.” He fumbled with his phone, surprised he had gotten so far. That evening he went home with more than just a piece of artwork and a new perspective. He dialed Duff immediately.

“Hello?”

“I’ve got a date, but I need help.” Duff laughed.

“Are you on that date right now?”

“What? No.”

“Oh okay—it sounded urgent.”

“Well, I’m still freaking out a little.”

“Why?”

“She’s a little younger. But she’s so fucking beautiful, dude. She’s just, I don’t know that much about her, but I want to, you know? From just what little I could see.” Slash sighed a little before he walked Duff through the whole story.

“Did she not recognize you?”

“I don’t think so. But I was wearing a hat and glasses and my hair was tied up.”

“It’s gonna be fine, man. Don’t forget who you are, and that’s one badass talented motherfucker. But also, if nothing else, you can take something from this experience and just gain a new perspective. See the world from someone’s eyes. Don’t overthink any of it. If you guys click, you click.”

Slash realized Duff was right. That’s why he appreciated art. Music, especially. There was so much to be said in something someone created, a story they were trying to tell. Listening was something he did best.

He met Y/N at the local coffee shop, not far from where they had first met. The large pot holders outside were adorned with colored mosaic and he stopped to admire them for a moment.

“Hi, Saul.” He turned at the sound of a familiar voice. Y/N was walking up, a bright smile on her face. It was as if his memory were confirmed; yes, she was as beautiful as he remembered the first time.

“Hey, Y/N. This place looks neat.”

“Wait ‘til you try the cold brew. Do you like that?”

“I like those things you get at Starbucks, the caramel things, you know?”

“Caramel macchiatos?” Y/N asked with a laugh. “They have something like that. I’ll order it for you.”

“Okay.” He agreed instantly, smiling at her. “I trust you.” He paid again even though she argued, remembering what she had told him about bills. As they sat down together with their drinks, they broke into what he supposed was small talk, however, it didn’t feel like it. In the meanwhile, Slash couldn’t help but notice the pictures adorning the exposed brick wall behind them. A framed photo of ABBA, The Rolling Stones, Aretha Franklin…and, one of himself, on stage. He laughed a little.

“What’s so funny?” Y/N asked as she sipped her drink. He smirked a little, deciding maybe he should come clean.

“I was just looking at the pictures on the wall,” he replied nonchalantly. “Out of all of these people, who do you think is the coolest?”

Y/N turned in her chair, her eyes passing over the pictures.

“The Rolling Stones are cool...Slash is pretty awesome. Probably one of those two.” He smiled when she turned back around. “What?”

“You think I’m pretty awesome?” He asked as he pulled his shades down. Y/N’s eyes widened and she clasped her hand over her mouth.

“I—you! Are you—” he laughed. “So that’s what your friends call you! Oh my god. I didn’t recognize you with your hair pulled back and the glasses are different, and I didn’t know you had the scruff nowadays—it looks good.” She stopped. “I listen to you all the time, this is so...strange.”

“Is it bad?” Slash asked.

“No!” She laughed again. “But...me?” Slash shrugged, smiling as he nudged her shoe with the tip of his converse.

“You seemed pretty chill.”

“Thanks. Most of the time I’m not.” She grinned.

“Neither am I.” She didn’t try to argue or continue to fawn. She didn’t stare at him like he was a Martian. There was reverence in her eyes, surprise, but more so, curiosity.

“What makes you say that?”

“I dunno. It’s kinda like, social media. People only put a small portion of themselves out there, what they want people to see usually. But when everybody knows who you are, they still only know one part of you. And they think they know everything. But here I am...getting a divorce. I’m a dad. I’m just trying to figure shit out like everyone else. Experience life.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He laid all of it out on the table, after-all, he couldn’t hide any of those facts if he were looking for an honest partner.

“When it comes down to it, that’s what matters, right?” She mused with him. “Experiences. Not getting it right. Who decides what’s right anyways? I’d rather say I really lived.” It was those words that really stuck with him. It had him thinking, it had him yearning, it had him daydreaming.

It had him asking to see her again.

Slash called Duff before he even made it home.

“Hey, man, how’d it go? How’d she take it when you told her?”

“Good, she really is just the most chill chick ever. She knew who I was, she just didn’t recognize me. But she’s so cool, she’s got all these thoughts, all these opinions that really get me thinking, you know? I can’t wait to pick up my guitar, man, like, I’m that inspired right now.” Duff laughed.

“So, are you gonna see her again?”

“Yeah. That’s the other thing.” Slash paused. “I invited her over for dinner next week.”

“Oh. Right on; good for you, man!”

“But I don’t know how to cook.” Duff was silent for a moment before he laughed.

“Okay...well. I can help.”

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Hiiii, could you do a Mando x reader fluff where Din is always calling the reader cute names and giving them compliments in Mando’a but they don’t know what he’s saying. Bonus if other people are around and can understand Mando so they think it’s cute. Thank you and sorry if it’s confusing!!!💜💜💜💜

Hello anon! i nearly screamed when i saw i had an ask in my inbox lmao

I had a lot of fun writing this little drabble for you, and don’t worry you weren’t confusing at all! I hope this is the sort of thing you had in mind :)

It’s All In The Nicknames

Mando still hadn’t told you where you were landing next. You were sat silently in the cockpit with him and the baby, who was sound asleep thank the maker, just watching as the steady streams of hyperspace lights shot past outside. It made you slightly uneasy that he hadn’t told you yet. It was part of your routine with him, you’d take off from whatever planet he’d had business on, he’d set the next destination, spend some time with the baby and then the three of you would settle in the cockpit and he would explain where you were heading next.

Sometimes he’d tell you what business he had there and other times, usually when the job was less than pleasant, he wouldn’t. It didn’t bother you really. After all, it wasn’t your job to know every detail of his work. Your job was to look after the baby while he was away.

In truth when you took the job you hadn’t expected the baby to be a small green creature with adorably large black eyes and even bigger ears. Neither had you expected to catch feelings for the emotionless man of beskar and yet here you were, worrying every time he was late getting back or having your stomach drop whenever he came back with sooted armour and gashes under his clothes.

It was a little confusing that Mando had broken your routine. It was, in the end, really the only thing that kept structure to the endless ebbing time inside the Razor Crest. This however wasn’t the only thing that had changed with him the past couple months. At first you were sure you were imagining things, but by the 5th time of catching him staring at you when you were holding the baby you knew you couldn’t be mistaken.

He’d also started finding more excuses to touch you. Things like pushing that stray hair out of your face when you had your hands full, coming up close behind you to adjust your aim when your practicing with your blaster (which Mando had given you ‘just in case’) and, most commonly, placing a hand on your back as you navigate the dodgy last step from the cockpit to the main hold. And then there was-

“Can you take the kid down to the hold and wait for me, cyar’ika.” (“Sweetheart”) Yeh. That. He’d started to refer to you in a language that you didn’t understand. It didn’t bother you. In fact whenever he did it your heart faltered in its steady beat. It was something to do with the way he said it, there was a reverence there, and a sort of tenderness behind the words.

“Yeh, no problem Mando,” You replied, scooping the sleepy child from its crib. It was tricky to manoeuvre yourself and the bundle in your arms down the ladder but you managed it. You held the slowly waking baby close to your chest, bouncing them gently in your arms as they began to stir, hoping to quell the oncoming tantrum of being woken up to soon.

It seemed to be working, until the hold jolted, throwing you drastically off balance. You tried to hold the kid as steady as you could as your other hand flew out to catch yourself on the weapons storage. No such luck. The small gasps from the baby soon turned into wails as tears fell from their black orbs.

“Shh baby it’s okay,” You said quietly in the child’s ear, wiping away the tears from their face. “Your dad just made a BAD LANDING that’s all,” You hissed in the direction of the dark figure scaling down the ladder.

“Sorry, mesh’la,” (“Beautiful”) He said, coming up beside you. He rested one hand casually on your back, while he spoke calmly to the blubbering baby. You tried to ignore the way his mere touch felt electric, the simple feeling of his hand on you spreading a restless warmth throughout your body. Instead you focused on cooing at the kid with Mando.

Now that the child had the attention of both of you turned firmly on them, it didn’t take long for the tears to stop and the wails to die down to quiet hiccups. With the baby now calm you turned to face your reflection in the beskar. He still didn’t move his hand.

“So are you going to tell me where we are or not?” You asked, teasingly poking at his fabric covered upper chest. If you’d been listening harder you would’ve heard the way his breath hitched under the helmet at the sudden contact. He turned so his visor was fixed on you.

“I think it’s better if I show you,” He simply replied.

You were hoping for some planet of crystal waters and hot sun, or endless rich green fields to relax in. At a push you were secretly wishing he was taking the three of you to a hotel as a surprise. He’d certainly been doing enough jobs to afford a room at one. But no, instead he’d let you to much a bigger surprise.

One you were overwhelmingly honoured he trusted you enough to share with you.

It was an underground clan on Mandalorian’s. One of the few thriving clans left in the galaxy. You were shocked he’d managed to track one down, let alone risk coming here with an outsider like you. It moved you so much that you nearly cried when you thanked him for trusting you. He responded as if it was no big deal, merely taking your hand and telling you that you can repay him by letting him teach to fight properly.

That’s how you got here, kitted out in second hand beskar armour and being guided by Xarra, a clan member you’d befriended, to one of the training rooms. The armour fitted you surprisingly well, but it didn’t stop you from worrying that you looked ridiculous. You felt as if you were just a kid playing dress up. The anxiety spiked again when you walked into the room. It had three big sparring mats, two of which being vigorously abused by pairs of fighters, the centre one however was empty, save for your Mandalorian. Mando turned to face you and just…froze.

“kandosii'la,” (“Stunning,”) He said, a little breathlessly. Xarra chuckled behind you, clearly understanding what had been said. You turned to ask what he meant, but before the question could form on your tongue Mando called you to join him on the padded ground.

You reluctantly walked to meet him in the centre. He must have noticed you nervousness, because he softened his fighting stance.

“Mando I… I don’t even know where to start,” You said, running a hand through your hair.

“That’s okay, cyare,” (“Beloved”) His voice was soft as he moved to stand in front of you. “Start by moving your left foot in front slightly, that’s it, then shuffle your right foot to be in line with your shoulder,” You followed his instructions, glancing nervously between your feet and the dark glass of his visor. “That’s good, now bend your knees a little, and ground your power into your feet, distribute your weight evenly.” He stepped back a little, and you mourned the loss of closeness. Then he mirrored your stance, but drew his fists up so his left hand was nearly in front of his face, his right drawn further towards his chest. “Now copy me,” He commanded.

You did as he asked, then watched as he drew himself up straight again. He circled you, helmet tracking up and down your frame. He did a full rotation, then stepped forward. He placed a hand on your upper chest, just under your right shoulder.

“Draw up here, cyar’ika.” He said, the proximity of the vocoder to your ear sending a cascade of shivers down your spine. He guided you to pull back a little, putting your torso on a slight twist, then moved back to admire you again. “Perfection, mesh’la.”

One of the other Mandalorian partners murmured to each other at that, looking between the two of you. Mando caught bits of what they were saying. He particularly blushed under the stifling helmet when he heard them mention how adorable it was that he called his partner such loving names in the Mandalorian mother tongue, even when they couldn’t understand what he was calling them.

He shook off their comments and went to stand opposite you. He adopted the stance himself, but left his arms braced by his sides.

“Now hit me,” He said, tapping his chest. “Hard as you can. Use your right hand.”

You steeled yourself, bracing for the pain that was sure to come from striking that beskar with all your strength. You lunged at him, throwing your fist against his chest. He rocked back, which you were proud of, but pride did nothing to quell the pain that exploded across your knuckles.

“Kriffing maker alive!” You cried out, trying to shake the pain out of your hand.

“That was good!” Mando praised. “Again. show me how hard you can really punch cyare.”

And so the hours flew by, Mando was an excellent teacher and an even better sparring partner. He showered you with praise when you made even the smallest improvements. Things like:

“That was even better dral solus!” (“Strong one”)

“Your right hook is getting good,”

“You had really good form that time round, ner me'suum'ika,” (“My Moon”)

By the time you had finished that afternoons lesson you and Mando were the only pair that remained sparring. The only other person in the room was Xarra, who was sat observing the two of you. She had chimed in every now again with helpful comments on your technique, but mainly the only sound you heard from her was a soft chuckle whenever Mando made comments in his mother tongue.

It peaked your interest that your friend could understand, so when your Mandalorian told you that he some things to sort with the armourer and he’d meet you back at the room, you made the decision to adopt a mission of your own.

Mando returned to your shared room that night to find you sat on his bed, a huge bantha-shit eating grin on your face. He shook his head at you and went to set a bag onto your bed.

“How was your meeting with the armourer, cyar’ika?” You asked, with flawless pronunciation that you were more than a little smug about it. Mando dropped the bag he was holding to the floor and slowly rotated on his heel to face you.

“How long have you-” He started in a low voice.

“Only the past hour, Xarra took me through a very thorough translation session,” You replied quickly, not wanting to make him embarrassed. He moved quickly to sit beside you, and you wasted no time in slipping your hands into his gloved ones.

“Does this mean that you… you feel the same?” His voice was quiet through the vocoder. Gloved thumbs ran across the flesh of your hands, his visor fixed upon where the two of you were joined. You gently pulled a hand from his and used it to tilt his helmet up so he could meet your gaze.

“Of course Mando, for a long time to,” You replied. There was a beat, a beat that seemed to last a lifetime, where he didn’t move. When he did move, it was with such slow precision it almost scared you.

He guided your hands to his helmet and rested them either side of his helmet, then his own moved to frame your face. He tilted his head forward and guided yours to do the same, until your warm flesh met the cold of his beskar. You closed your eyes. The raw feeling that overcame you the moment you did made the months of build up worth it. Pure trust, pure affection and pure unadulterated contentment flooded your senses. Only when you thought you’d been successful at holding back tears did he speak again.

“My name is Din Djarin,” He murmured. That was when the dam broke. A sob wracked your body, and as it did you felt his strong arms envelope your body and pull you tight to him. And then, as if on cue, the damn baby woke up with a loud cry.

(read part 2 here!)

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