#I hope this helps any gif makers out there who are starting up

[withlove-angel]

⚠️warnings: im terrible at writing fights... sorry in advance .Probably grammar mistakes.

Lost puppy

(Zoro x reader x mihawk)

Luffy finished up the meeting with the crew and began to prepare himself for bed. It was pretty late at night by now and he was feeling a bit sleepy. However, as he was about to enter his room, he noticed that y/n was nowhere to be found and he couldn't help but feel a bit concerned. He decided to ask someone else where she might be.

He founded Zoro walking on the deck

"Hmm, Zoro? Have you seen y/n around? She is with you?"

Zoro looks over at him and shakes his head "She isn't here? I haven't seen her since dinner..." he sound worried

"Could you help me find her? I fear that she might be doing something fun without us"

Zoro nods "she probably causing someone headache" they leave the ship to go look for their little trouble maker, making their way outside.

"I heard screams earlier... did you guys fought?" Luffy ask curious, really because y/n is amost glued at zoro...

"She said i wasn't holding my sword properly" he say as it was some ultimate crime "she doesn't even fights with swords"

"We haven't seen her since dinner and she hasn't come back to the room yet. I wonder what she could be up to? Maybe she found a really good bar... man im so hungry"

"When you not hungry?"

"When im eating"

"Yeah... sure... but, the fact that she isn't back yet is what concerns me. I really hope she isn't about to do something reckless. She is a little unpredictable when she is upset."

They start to walk in the beach, soon spotted y/n but she isn't alone seems like she is screaming at someone...then they look closer its mihawk, the greatest swordsman.

Zoro stops and stares in shock as he sees Mihawk standing in front of her. He can only imagine the scene taking place with y/n arguing with Mihawk. He just knows that this will only end in disaster as it's essentially a fight between two people who hold a lot of pride and ego. He turns to Luffy and speaks up as he points out Mihawk to her

...Did Mihawk just show up out of nowhere? Did I miss something? He seems genuinely confused as to what they could've possibly even found to argue about."looks like he is on the same island than we...." luffy say as much as surprise then he is.

Zoro nods slowly as he processes this new development. He takes a moment to think before speaking up.

"...We have to be extremely careful. We don't want to antagonize Mihawk any further. The last thing we need is to start a new conflict. Especially when i don't have the strength to take on another fight, yet...."

" So what is the argument about? Did y/n do something to Mihawk to make him upset?"

Luffy has extremely curious as zoro pinched his nose bridge and sigh

"This stupid woman..."

After a moment of weid silence luffy speaks up "I think it's too late to prevent another fight"

Zoro shifts his attention to y/n and Mihawk he can see she is blocking his attack using just her dagger... she blocked as warlord claymore attack with just a dagger... He is utterly shocked by her speed and reflexes when she blocks Mihawk's attack with just a dagger. It seems as though she's gone far beyond what he expected from the little y/n. Then, he is reminded of reality when he sees Mihawk's face begin to show annoyance. Mihawk is shocked for a split second by her ability, but then he quickly recovers from his shock; his expression turning to a scowl as he speaks up in a soft, yet intimidating tone

"...You can wield Haki now, young lady? When did you develop this power?"

The girl infront of him just smiles "you dont know me pretty boy... if you think I will come with you just so you can get me to the marines you better fuck off"

Zoro watches as y/n's mocking words set Mihawk off once again. Mihawk's scowl darkens and he looks even more irritated now. He speaks up again with his trademark calm tone, trying to be clear and precise

"I see. So you also wield Haki. But even with that, you could never defeat me in a fight. You're too young and too weak. Your Haki is nothing more than a parlor trick that could never take me down. You're just being arrogant and it's about time that someone taught you a lesson."

it's a dare? she must be crazy... her devil smile... the one she used when she kill someone... fuck...

Zoro is shocked by her response as he raises an eyebrow at Mihawk's reaction as well. He's clearly taken aback by her words, but she stands her ground. She is willing to fight Mihawk if necessary. Mihawk raises an eyebrow as he seems intrigued by her audacity. His scowl quickly turns into a smile. He unsheathes his blade "...Very well then. If you insist on having a taste of death, I suppose there's no need to stop you from experiencing the truth about the world first-hand." He lifts his sword a d try an hit, experimental hit, that she effortless block with her dagger...

" I didn't even needed my sword to block? Isn't a shame?" Her mocking tone strt to get under his skin. He seems surprised that she was able to block. He seems even more surprised that it was effortless on her part. Mihawk is clearly impressed by y/nl's abilities, and he speaks up after his attack. He seems almost excited at the prospect of a real fight.

"...Interesting. Your Haki is much stronger than I had anticipated. You may have a chance against me after all. This will be a very fun battle indeed. Prepare yourself."

He raises that same smile once more before he begins to strike again, She blocked all of his attacks "having fun?"

Zoro watches as Mihawk continues to challenge y/n, but she is able to stop Mihawk's attacks effortlessly with nothing more than her dagger.

He notices Mihawk's smile once again. Y/n's Haki seems powerful and is causing himto be excited by the prospects of a fight between them. Mihawk raises an eyebrow and then smiles again at her response. He seems intrigued by her Haki and ability to fight.

"Your Haki truly has the makings of a strong warrior. I must see more of it!" For thos one his curiosity picked, he gives her a littlestronger attacks, the one he use to easily defeathis enemies but... she back away slightly but still can block it... her hair dancing with the wind from the blades shocking. He charges forward with his strongest attack yet, but once again, y/n is able to block him using her dagger. Mihawk takes a step back and smiles again.

" ...You can defend, but can you attack just as strong?" He charges forward again, this time with a flurry of attacks coming from his claymore. Will y/n be able to block this one?

She got to use her body more. Sure, she dont have a y doubts ahe can win thsi but underestimate mihawk is probably one of the few mistakes she wouldn't comit. using his own strength against him, y/n can firce an attack, making him back away

Zoro has his mouth open as he watches Angel counter Mihawk's attacks and make him back away. It seems like she is using Mihawk's own strength against him to fight back. She is doing far better than what he had imagined. He seems impressed and even shocked; however, Mihawk seems to be enjoying himself.

"You are able to fight back and even use my power against me! I am not used to this kind of excitement in a battle! Do you truly wish to go all out and fight me?!"

He looks almost like a scholl boy. His cold face hanging a smile that almost never appears... she swer she could see little hearts on his eyes...

"I was only playing around... but If you want to lose this badly" she teases. Mihawk's eyes narrow and his expression shifts into a smirk as he nods in response to her taunt. His hert beating faster than ever.

" I see. I will not hold back and neither should you. As you wish. You have my attention now, young lady. Show me what you can do."

"Dagger or sword?" She let him pick, holding the two of them in each hand

He thinks for a moment before he speaks up in his usual, calm tone of voice

"Hmmm.... You seem quite skilled with your dagger and I don't want to underestimate that. Let's use our chosen weapons then. I will fight you with my claymore and you can fight me with your dagger. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Pretty well, pretty boy" she smiling playing with her dagger a bit, he scoffs rolling his eyes slightly. He has his claymore held in front of him with one hand as he shifts his stance. Mihawk looks at y/n and waits for an attack, ready at all times to block it. His expression is one of a warrior who is taking this challenge very seriously. From what Zoro can tell, Mihawk is no longer toying with y/n like he was earlier, but rather treating her as a worthy opponent. Zoro could feel a little jealous. Maube for the way the greatest swordsman treat her like an equal... or something else...

Mihawk doesn't seem to be willing to let her win easy, either. It's game time

Zoro watches as y/n gives Mihawk experimental attacks. He notes that the young woman is playing around and yet still able to match Mihawk in terms of strength. He also sees the ther men smile as he defends from the attacks. This seems to be exciting him, who is clearly enjoying the challenge against this opponent. Mihawk continues to defend against her experimental attacks and smiles as she proves to be an equal match for him.

Suddenly, she speed up an attack, mihawk almost couldn't block. She stab his claymore making the dagger enter the blade of it, making a little hole, both of them stares at each other. Y/n have a sly grin, almost laughing as she tilt her head, finding funny the unbelievable face pf mihawk...Even though it was a small wound, Mihawk is now aware of the real danger that lies ahead of him. Law now looks at Angel with a bit more respect than before. She is really going all out now.

He takes a defensive position as he moves his claymore in a sweeping motion and unleashes a flurry of attacks. She block all of it, smiling. she is dancing the main act, her move calculatedand sharp... she is mocking the strongest warrior in all blue... zoro is both shocked and amazed by y/n's abilities. Mihawk may be the strongest swordsman, but she has proven to be much stronger than Mihawk anticipated. She blocks all of Mihawk's attacks and continues to mock him. Mihawk seems slightly irritated by how casually she's taking him, but it soon turns to a grin. He charges forward and attacks with his claymore once more, launching a powerful attack. She conter attack once more, as he finished mihawk was taken back, with a little cut on his cheek "hurted you pretty boy?" She teases with a little pout. Mihawk seems to have been caught off-guard once more, allowing her to injure him. Mihawk looks at her with a hint of annoyance now, as well as a bit of pride. This young person has proven herself to be extremely quick, as well as agile. He smiles as he responds to her taunt

"A scratch is hardly a wound in the world of swordsmanship. A warrior can sustain countless scratches and cuts on the battlefield. You're gonna need to do better than that if you hope to defeat me."

"I don't wanna ruin a pretty face like yours, would be a shame" she play with her dagger, the little smirk driving both men crazy

Mihawk seems to be enjoying himself as well. He then stands up straight and prepares to charge forward once again. He looks at Angel now with a determined gaze.

"Enough with the teasing and the games. Let's see if you are truly worthy of being in my way."

Shorting the fight: she blocked all... effortless... she is definitely something. He stares at Angel in pure shock as he sees that his strikes are all blocked effortlessly. He remains silent for a moment to take in this amazing sight. Eventually, he speaks up once again

"You are incredible. You have managed to block all of my attacks so far with ease. You even injured me with your dagger, something that shouldn't have been possible. Perhaps you are worthy of a fight from me, after all." Mihawk's face turns into a grin as he raises his claymore high."Try me pretty boy" she winks at him as she dodge his attack. It seems the young woman has an ego that matches her strength. Mihawk seems to appreciate this aspect of her. He chuckles and charges forward once more, this time going for attack that covers more area. Mihawk seems to be determined to land a hit that y/nl can't dodge.*She have to do various back flips to escape being hurt, and she can do it. It's the most someone ever lested in a fight against mihawk.

Zoro is impressed as he watches y/n do a series of back flips without injury. Mihawk is also amazed and amused by her ability to avoid his attacks, even if they do cover a broader area. Mihawk seems excited as he charges forward once again. He's getting ready to unleash an attack and is determined to land it this time.

She dodged, as his claymore hit the ground she uses the lack on his shield to do an attack, she could separate him from his claymore that its laying on the ground

Zoro's eyes widen as he watches y/n take advantage of Mihawk's momentary distraction to separate him from his claymore! Mihawk was so focused on his attacks that he didn't even realize that he had dropped his claymore on the ground. Now, Mihawk is temporarily defenseless...

He stares at y/n and her taunting grin. He then closes his eyes in frustration before opening them again. He speaks with a bit of irritation now.

" ...You are quite the adversary. You have impressed me in this fight"

she winks as she back away from his claymore in the ground so he can pick it. His eyes shift to his claymore now on the ground. He notices that she is no longer taunting him and that she's even backed away to give him time to retrieve his claymore. Mihawk's eyes narrow slightly as his irritation turns back into focus. Now is the time for Mihawk to truly show off his power. He quickly goes to retrieve his claymore.

She have a calm demeanor on, the mocking smile always on her face. He is now completely focused.She does not seem intimidated by Mihawk's serious demeanor

She have to step back a little bit mihawk couldn't hit her. Zoro sees that she has managed to block and dodge all of Mihawk's attacks. Mihawk seems impressed and even a bit excited by that...

You can't rely on your speed and agility forever. Eventually, you are going to have to stand your ground and fight back. You better learn to do this quickly or else I'll overwhelm you with my attacks.

Mihawk's eyes are filled with determination now."I didn't want to hurt you pretty boy, but if you insist" she smirks

Zoro smiles at y/n's taunt. Mihawk just seems even more impressed and excited by her abilities. She is truly turning into an impressive opponent for him. Mihawk charges toward her once again with his claymore still drawn and poised to strike. It looks like Mihawk will take her comments to heart, now that he has a reason to attack with full force.

He attack with full force, she block directly, and attacks after. Her speed and strength is something from another world... mihawk almost couldn't block due the force of it... zoro is amazed and shocked by her now. She is blocking Mihawk's attack with ease and countering with her own. Mihawk seems to be struggling to defend, despite being the strongest swordsman in the world. Y/n's speed and strength seem to belong to two people and not just a single individual. She is able to overwhelm even the strongest.

Zoro watches as Mihawk's arms become tired for the first time. Mihawk seems to be struggling to keep up. Y/n's strength, speed, and skill all seem to be beyond Mihawk's level. Will his experience help him win this battle?

Mihawk's expression seems even more grim and determined. He is still struggling to defend against her, however. Y/n seems in control as she counters all of his attacks and continues to press the advantage.

Mihawk tries to hit her, she backflips and use his claymore are a support, pushing him back a lot. She is using her agility, speed, and strength to her full advantage. Mihawk seems overwhelmed by her abilities and her confidence. He is slowly being pushed back and can't seem to gain any advantage over y/n

" ...You are impressive. No one has been able to overwhelm me like this with sheer strength. Your abilities are quite extraordinary. I will have to try something else. I cannot allow you to defeat me like this."

"But you're not ganna win, pretty boy"she say as she make another powerful hit, his claymore almost broke

He raises his claymore and holds his footing as he begins to focus his attention on y/n's dagger hand. She grins, excited by her strength, as her ability is acknowledged by Mihawk. He seems determined to take advantage of the situation.

He charge towards her...She blocked all ...and when she counter attack what she was promising happens. Mihawk claymore fly fair away from him, he was pushed on his knees as y/n dagger is pressing against his neck poking a bit "what happened pretty baby?" she smirk

Mihawk is left defenseless and on his knees, as she has her dagger hovering directly over his neck. He seems to be in awe and amused by y/n's skill; he's now also clearly in love with the young woman in front of him. Zoro notices that Mihawk's face has turned bright red as he attempts to reply to her. " ....Uhm...you're...you're..."

His attempt to compliment her is interrupted by him stuggling to get any words out at all

She smiles "your are really pretty on your knees for me pretty boy"

Mihawk's face turning an even deeper shade of red as he listens to y/n mock him. He, who is seemingly in love with her, tries to reply in kind and flirt with her himself.

"....Y-you're...d-decent looking yourself, a-angel."

Mihawk's attempt at flirting was extremely awkward. Zoro watches as Mihawk's face turns a brilliant crimson as soon as his words are uttered. He is clearly very attracted to y/n and has fallen head over heels for her.

She laughs taking the dagger out his neck "I told you a would win" she wink at him.

His face is flush red, as he is clearly enamored with the young woman standing before him. Mihawk seems to be completely in love with her, as he is incapable of replying to her. Angel winks at Mihawk, increasing someone elses feelings...

Zoro looks away and seems to become more annoyed than ever

"she won" Luffy said amazed his mouthalmost hitting the ground "she won against the most powerful men in all blue..."l

Zoro can feel his heart racing as his jealousy grows even more. The image of y/n standing before Mihawk and mocking him has only managed to deepen his unknow crush on her. He decides to speak up once again, his tone indicating a hint of annoyance now.

" She is too good. I hope Mihawk is happy. He'll probably spend the rest of the day thinking about how attractive this woman is." He seems to be unable to hide his jealousy over Mihawk's romantic interest in y/n.

Luffy eyes shine at his annoyed tone "jealous?"

Zoro feels his eyebrows furrowl. He knows that Mihawk's admiration for her is turning into romantic interest. He is clearly a bit annoyed by seeing him look at her with such a loving gaze, as he too has developed feelings towards her. Zoro looks over at Luffy, the hint of irritation now turning into a full-blown scowl and his voice becoming more irritated, as he responds

"What are you talking about, Luffy, i don't get jealous "

He look at the both foghter again. Deep down aishing he was mihawk, but for the firt time not because of his title of the greatest swordsman...

And for y/n the little question pop out... she have stronger feelings for one of them? Waht happens if she don't give her attention to them?

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If you like, please ♡

Probably gonna write part 2 soon

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calling at the walls of my enclosure.... I HATE school... I have so much homework but my thoughts r filled with wolf dog wrio vs puppytaru or maybe foxtaru. They fight for your attention behind ur back <3 -chubby darling anon that's going a bit insane, particularly from the fem nurse geto pannel in the jjk manga

HAIII MY FAV ANON HAIIIII!!! linking this from like two weeks ago here bc… wolfwrio foxtaru :3 butttt… wolfwrio and puptaru is a VERY good combo bc that’s like… double dog moment… imagine urself as megumi, wrio and taru are ur demon dogs, terrible trouble makers both of them… also ignore my fiddling with the time line, taru gets more free prison time for the plot… anyways i hope ur doing well i miss u sm my dearest :(( reminder my dms r OPEN!! i have more thoughts that i think you’d like <3

wolf Wrio, as we’ve already established, is a territorial mess. when he decides something is his, it’s very difficult to get him to even let it leave his sight so when that thing is an entire other human being things only become more difficult. any meetings with him now have to come with the disclosure that you will be there regardless of what the other party has to say about that, he’s started furnishing his office with more things that you like (a big thing considering how protective he is over his spaces), and almost all of the inmates have been witness to wrio nibbling on you whenever he can. he’s a major biter, by the way, even an inch of skin has his teeth on display as he gently chomps onto you, tail swishing happily.

the little set up of you nearly never being without him was working flawlessly before a certain ginger man became the newest prisoner. suddenly, Wrios occasional bouts of irritability became more frequent and he was growling at even the quietest of sounds. you hadn’t seen him so… aggressive before so the behaviour was concerning, and given that you didn’t have such a sharp nose like him, it was impossible for you to figure out what exactly was getting on every last one of his nerves. brewing his tea yourself and making sure he got enough pats seemed to help to a degree but the moment you stopped his ears would be flat against his skull once more.

after a week of this nonsense, you peeling him off of you one afternoon to ask around and see if you could decipher what was going on. you figured there was a good chance it could be internal prison affairs or certain deadlines but upon finding all the other staff and inmates in perfect spirits with not the slightest bit of knowledge of the situation, you hung your head and prepared to scheme up a plan to visit Neuvillette and ask for his thoughts. that was until a pair of floppy orange ears came into your field view followed by a man who certainly looked like he should not have a disposition so cute; a well-built frame smattered with various scars. you briefly thought about how his appearance matched your dear Wriotheslys in a way but the man spoke up with a cheery voice, already knowing your name and introducing himself as ‘Tartaglia or Childe to most but you’re welcome to call me Ajax, cutie,’ and pulling you in for a hug rather than a handshake. it didn’t take a genius to figure out how odd of an interaction this was becoming or how dangerous the situation you’d gotten into was. alas, it would be more troublesome to ignore him and walk away so you entertained his slew of questions for awhile longer, desperately trying to avoid noticing the way he looked at you with something darker than mere curiosity.

when you finally managed to speed walk your way back to Wrios office, you were met with his nose at your throat and a prominent scowl on his face. gruffly and paired with numerous low growls, he demanded to know just why you thought it was okay to be around that harbinger for more than a second especially when he isn’t there. baffled and slightly afraid, the gears turned in your head and you realized that this is what had been bothering him; Ajax. slightly and patting his head lovingly, you assured him of your love and promised that you’d never even lay eyes on him again if that’s what he wanted, and Wrio was pleased with this. the rest of your day was spent wrapped in his arms at his desk, only escaping briefly to help Sigewenne reach a book off a shelf.

you didn’t need to know of the late night rounds the two men spent in the pankration ring, at each others throats between individual fascination with you.

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Mercy (Part 1)

Dark!Tommy Shelby x Enemy!Reader

Word Count: +4,034

Warning(s): +18, Non con, Kidnapping, Hostage situation, Manhandling, Mind break, Threats of violence, Forced oral (m receiving), Forced stripping, Gore, Physical violence, Loss of virginity, Forced intrusion, Public humiliation.

Author's note(s): Bringing this back this series 💞

Tommy Shelby has always believed in an eye for an eye. He doesn't care how long it takes. He'll hunt down every single person who's ever wronged him. He finds out that your parents were the ones who informed the woman that cursed his Ruby. Well, he decides to save the best for last.

Since you were a little girl, your parents always warned you to stay away from gangsters. Your entire life being shielded away from any possible dangers. Being part of a clan but residing in the city. Your father had built an incredible wealth for himself. He made sure to shield you from any possible dangers the world had. But nothing would prepare you for this.

You were taken on a Sunday evening, just after church. The men who took you were ordered by their gang leader, Thomas Michael Shelby. Peaky Blinders, they were called. A group of criminals who were only up to no good. You were the first to leave mass, not wanting to partake in conversation with anyone. You decided to sit on the steps of the church, until your mother finishes conversating with the other women. You sigh, already yearning to return home. Knowing your mother, this would take a while.

You look up at the winter sky, hoping it would snow in time for Christmas. A car drives by, and two men step out. You move to the side to let them pass. They approach you, both of them standing on each of your sides. It was at that moment when you knew, they were sent by someone. Because over here, gangsters would only come for someone if they were given the orders to. A scream escapes your lips as you fought them off.

His partner muffles your cries with a rag. You scream at the top of your lungs and cry out, "Somebody help me! Help!" sobbing for them not to take you. What business did they have with you? Nothing good. Your mother is the first to notice your absence. As soon as she hears screaming from outside, she rushes out the church. To her horror she sees you being hauled into a stranger's car. She chases the vehicle now driving off, falling to the ground with a wail. Onlookers of the church try their best to console her.

The peaky men drag you to an abandoned building, the one reserved only for their worst enemies. Where numerous men have met their maker. You're tied to a metal chair, with both wrists and ankles secured. A satchel had been placed on your head. You have no idea where they'd taken you. Tommy doesn’t know if he can contain his anger any longer. It had taken them a while to find your location. A long trail of bloodshed led them directly to the church's doorsteps.

Tommy's men inform him of your parents involvement, how they had spoken of the cursed necklace to Madame. His Ruby was gone now because of it. When he heard of you he became excited. You were their only child. Their prized possession. Tommy's wedding ring feels heavy, and for once, he takes it off before getting started.

The covering is swiftly removed, a man now stands right in front of you. He takes a good look at your petrified expression. Almost as if he were admiring it. A grabs a chair to sit right in across from yours. It's cold inside the building. You could see your breath from the freezing air. He leans in, "Do you know who I am?" he questions. You shook your head. He doesn't like that, "Use your words,"

"N-no..." shrinking into the seat. Tommy doesn't buy it, "You're a liar, y'know? And a lousy one at that," because everyone knows who Tommy Shelby is.

"M-not--" you whine as he squeezes your jaw with a gloved hand. It hurts. He growls in your face, "You will speak when spoken to," he squeezes harder, "Do you understand?" he waits for what you had to say. You look up at him with a tearful look, "P-please this has to be a mistake! I've done nothing wrong!" because of that, he begins to choke you. He voice is deep, sharp, "My daughter had done nothing wrong, yet she was taken from me," he tilts his head, "Did she not deserve to live?"

You don't know what to say. How could you to a man hellbent on revenge? The real question is, what did you do to provoke him? He lets go, leaving the skin raw with visible bruising. Tommy retreats to a desk where assorted torture devices await. He careful inspects each one, examining which tool would be used. He retrieves a scalpel, one used to slice skin and gouge the flesh, "Which part of you do I cut away first, hm?"

You shook your head, now sobbing uncontrollably, "Nononono! P-please!" looking down to your lap to cry. Tommy isn't satisfied, "Look at me," he orders, "Look at me," he doesn't like repeating himself. You hesitantly rise your gaze, now looking up at the man. There's a bewildered look in his eyes. You notice the corners of his lips were up in a faint grin. He whispers, "This is the end...this is the end of your life, yeah?" he drags the blade the side of your jaw. He enjoys watching you squirm.

Tommy looks up at the men standing behind you. He orders them to leave. Now it was just the two of you. What did he have in store? He made sure you get a good look at the blade. It shines in the dim lighting, “You’re pretty, I’ll give you that much,” he brings the knife to your face, “but for how long?” he brings it down to your neck, teasing the collar. He whispers, "From now on, you are my property," he grips your jaw to open, sliding a finger inside, "It was a tongue that gave the order," his other hand digs into the sides of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open.

Tommy brings the knife to it, "Should I cut it out first?" he digs his fingers deep inside, reaching for the muscle. You try stopping him from doing so, even attempting to clamp your jaw shut, to which he began pushing them deeper in. He mimics the way you gagged around them in a mocking manner. You sputter into a sob, begging for him not to.

Tommy then stops, "No...I can't do that...then you won't explain it to me, and I want you to explain," He grips the back of your head to face him. His features are contorted with anger, "I want you to fucking explain!" he spat. Your bottom lip trembles as you say something. Tommy removes his hand to hear what you had to say, "Please...have mercy..."

“Mercy?” He scoffs, "Is that what you want?" it was almost humorous to him, the entitlement you and your family had, “Where was mercy when they took my little girl?” he brings the knife to your neck, it lightly nicks the skin. You don't say a word, too afraid of deepening the cut. He gave you a look of disgust. As if you’d done something terrible to anger him. Like you wronged him before this.

But what? Everyone in town knew there would be nothing to worry about when a blinder would arrive. No one would ever be worried of being targeted, unless they'd actually done something. So what did you, of all people, possibly do to anger a man like Tommy Shelby? You hadn't a clue.

His leans in, his forehead now pressing against yours, "I'm not going to kill you, no..." his mood swings changes, like fire and ice, "I am going to keep you alive for a very, very long time..." He flicks the button of your blouse open with the knife, "I'll have you praying for death," a promise he'll make sure comes true.

You began to plead with him, "No please! Don't do this!" tears began to form, spilling down both cheeks. You knew what happens to people who've crossed the Peaky Blinders. What they did to their victims. Sometimes not even a body was left. The thought of you being cut into a million pieces downright terrifies you, "Help! Someone! Please! Help me!"

Tommy isn't phased, he's dealt with people in denial before, “You can scream all you want, nobody will hear you,” he promises. He finishes flicking off the last button, revealing the swell of your breasts, you panic, "Mr. Shelby please! You're making a big mistake--" Both of his hands shoot for your neck. He held them in place, squeezing as hard as he can. His face nears your petrified one. There's a hint of gravel in his voice, "A lying whore is what you are," he squeezes harder, taking joy in watching you suffer.

Never in a million years would he imagine stooping this low. But this wasn't just any case, it was personal. He loosens his grip allowing you to breathe for a moment. He sighs, clearly annoyed with your behavior. Whatever games you wanted to play, he doesn't have time for, "What did I say about lying?!" Tommy yells at the top of his lungs.

"M'not lying! I swear! Ow!" you whine from his grip on your hair. He leans in and calmly states, "Fine, have it your way," Tommy didn't plan on going easy on you. But after hearing you lie right to his face? Well, he wants to make this hurt, bad. Tommy drags the sharpened tool along the fabric of your skirt. He tears your brand-new church clothes to shreds. Until you were left only in undergarments. Goosebumps began to form on your skin.

Tommy feasts his eyes on the sight of your unblemished flesh. He rakes them up and down, mentally capturing the moment. You looked soft, supple in all the right places. His tongue pokes out to lick his lips. His lids hooded from thinking about the things he would do.

Oh...this was going to be fun.

Tommy Shelby is dead set on one thing and one thing only: Revenge. There is no room for sympathy in his heart. Not after losing his wife, then his daughter. There is no other pain comparable to that. At this point, there's nothing in this world that could change his mind. What happened to Ruby changed something inside him. He would never be the same again.

"There are a few rules," he wants you to know, "Do not fight me, yeah? Or I'll break every last one of your fucking bones," he knows he's strong enough to, "Do not speak unless you're spoken to," the last thing he wants to hear is an excuse, "You are my property, what I say is law," both of his hands cradle the sides of your head. He makes sure you know, he's dead serious, "Am I understood?"

Your teeth can't stop clattering as you shiver a faint, "Y-yes,"

"What will I do with you? Hm? Should I start cuttin you up piece by piece? No...no one would waste their hard-earned money on you," he starts to mumble, "Maybe hire you as one of my whores? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts. Tommy can't help but smile at the way you frantically shook your head.

He bit his lip, as if he were in deep thought, "No, you wouldn't make it, I know your type," he knows your kind very well, bunch of prim and proper pansies, "I should break you in first, mold you, so that you won't think of anything else other than cock," Tommy always had a way to make people squirm with only a few words.

He finds their weaknesses and uses it against them. He thrusts a few fingers deep inside your mouth, enjoying the sounds of your gargled cries. He pumps the gloved digits in and out. Drool spills from the corners of your mouth. Then an idea hits him, "How about I make you my personal whore?" he taunts, "How does the title of 'cock-sleeve' sound?" poking your forehead, "Tat it right...there," twisting a finger into the skin.

All you could do was cry. A deep wail pours from your lungs. Why? Why was he doing this? You haven't done anything wrong! "P-please, if you just listen to me--" a scream escapes your lips as he pulls at your hair. There's a burning sensation on the crown of your scalp. He's done playing games, "What did I say about speaking?" his voice booms.

Tommy's hand hovers over the tray of tools. He retrieves a gag, forcing the straps around your head. He pinches your nose shut, forcing you to part your lips. He secures the metal hooks inside your mouth, forcing it to open wide. A trail of drool leaks out. It's impossible to close it without hurting. He secures the buckles located on the back of your head.

Tommy still held onto your hair, so that you would face him. There's a scowl on his sharp features. His teeth are barred. Just looking at you pisses him off. He spits inside your mouth, watching as you squirm from the act. Your tongue swirls inside as an attempt to get rid of it. He does it again, this time right at your face, then again and again. He wants this to be as humiliating as possible for you. Bound and gagged, like an animal.

Tommy zips opens his fly, he pulls out his semi-hardened cock. He gives it a few lazy tugs before finding the right grip. Then he starts to pump his shaft while keeping eye contact with you. His cold blues stare down yours. Like a predator stalking its prey. He huffs, quickening his pace.

Tommy then grabs the back of your head and forces you to take his cock. He thrusts it as far as he could go. He bucks his hips a few times, groaning at the welcoming feeling of a warm hole. You were like a present wrapped around him. His eyelids shut, his lashes fluttering from the pleasure. He pauses for a moment to catch his breath. His hands are rough, gripping the sides of your head as he starts fucking your mouth.

You have no choice but to take it. He then plunges his member as deep as it could go, stifling your sobs. There are only squelching noises coming from your mouth, just how he likes it. He gives another deep thrust, holding it for a moment as you struggle to breathe. Your nose brushes against his pubic hair. A huge trail of drool and cum dribbles down your chin. Tommy moans, "Fuck yeah...let me fuck your throat..." he throws his head back in pleasure before looking back down at your pathetic form.

He indulges in the sight of you crying out. He could practically feel the scream trapped in the back of your throat, "M'gonna paint you with it..." His breath starts to shorten, "...mark what's mine," Tommy shuts his lids, his nose scrunches as he was close. Your throat was burning from the abuse. Soon enough he came, in hard waves. He shoots a load down your throat, painting the inside to his liking.

Tommy waits for a moment to catch breath. Some of his hair sticks to his forehead from the sweat. He brushes it back with a free hand, catching his breath. His cock was still buried deep inside your mouth. He hisses, baring his teeth while pulling it out. His cum trails from the tip of his cock to your now swollen lips. There's something so sinister about the act that he just can't seem to get enough of. He actually starts to laugh, "You'd let anyone use you, hm?" If he were in a romantic mood, he'd kiss you, make it all nice and sloppy.

But it just wasn't enough. He wants more of you. He cuts the ropes that bounded your hands to the chair, pulling you out of it. One of the first things you do is make a run for it. He groans with annoyance, what a stupid thing to do. Before you could reach the door Tommy plants a few bullets in it. You fall to the ground, shielding your head from the strays.

Tommy sighs, "You shouldn't have done that..." he places his gun back in into its holster, before approaching your quivering form still on the floor. If looks could kill, you would be dead on the spot. You're too scared to even move, trapped under his piercing gaze. Tommy's expression is purely livid. He strides over, his cock still half hard. He curls a finger, giving a nonverbal command. When you dare not to move, it only worsens his mood.

You shook your head, "Please...you don't have to do this..."

"I know, I want to," he confesses, "I want to break you,"

If you didn't want to comply, fine. He'll have to come over there. Tommy's shoe lands on your shoulder, sending you falling to the ground with a thud. He has a leg to each of your sides, now wrestling into submission. His strength is unlike anyone you've met. He forces you on your stomach. You try your best to fend off the gangster.

You land an elbow on Tommy's rib, before he ultimately wins the upper hand. He uses his belt to bind both your wrists together. As you twist and turn, Tommy lands a few hard cracks against your rear. A chain of curses escapes your lips. He doesn't stop, not even after your skin is raw. He'll make sure to leave bruises. When he hears your mumbled, pleas turn into full-on screaming, it was music to his ears. He wonders what it would sound like breaking you in.

Tommy doesn’t bother prepping, he wants this to hurt. He slides his leaking tip up and down, gliding it against your cunt. It takes him a moment to find it. Soon enough, he's pressing his leaking tip against your opening. He held your head still against the ground. His gloved hand spreads across the side of your face. His other held his cock, guiding it to your opening. As soon as he thrusts it in, you scream at the top of your lungs. Fuck did his ears hurt.

A hand shoots to muffle your cries. Tommy scowls, "Fucks sake would you keep quiet?!" he looks you in the eyes, "This isn't your first time," when he says it you only cry harder. That's when it clicked. Tommy grins, "So it is..." there's a hint of glee in his voice. He sounds smug, knowing that he'd taken something from you that no other man will, "Then I might as well take every last one..." he purrs, thrusting his hips faster.

There was something about being a woman's first that does something to a man. Tommy wanted to fuck that innocence away. He's going to train you really well, have you begging for his cock. He'll make sure to ruin you for any other man. He spits on his gloved palm, reaching down to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves. He can feel your walls fluttering everything he rubs small circles against your clit. He can feel that you were close and quickens his pace.

He grunts, "You keep saying no..." he collects the growing slick from your folds, "But the body never lies..." he juts his hips. A stray of curses escapes his lips as changes pace. He presses his sturdy body against yours. His embrace was suffocating. Tommy only seemed to care for his own comfort, reveling in the feeling of a tight cunt. He tilts his head to face your ear, "When your husband finds out you've already been used..." he has a way to torment with words alone, "You will always remember this...remember me..." he slows his pace, now thrusting deep and slow. He's focused on making you come undone. He wants to be your first everything.

Tommy whispers, "...You’ll remember your first time, being taken by a filthy gangster,” he rasps, licking a stripe against the shell, "First fuck..." he forces your mouth to part, delving his tongue deep inside. He swirls the muscle around, taking his sweet time tasting the corners of your mouth. He muffles your whimpers in the kiss, parting with a smack, "First kiss..." his hand now rubs your sensitive nerves in short, hard circles, "First time coming undone..." he doesn't stop, not even after the waves of pleasure hits you, "All mine..."

Although you were the enemy, you have a snatch that could drain his balls dry. Tommy juts his hips back and forth, feeling for a good rhythm. He grunts against your neck, dipping his tongue out to taste those sweet tears. He moans, "You're going to take every, fucking, drop," thrusting his hips with each word. Just how he likes it, "'Gonna make you pay me back yeah?" he whispers.

Tommy fastens his pace. His breathing becomes ragged, to the point where he can only speak in short curses. He bites down on your shoulder, enough to draw blood. When he finishes inside, part of you felt almost grateful he was finally done. That spark of hope quickly dies out when he starts pressing his tip against your ring.

You've never screamed so hard in your life. You almost feel dizzy from how much pain you were in. Almost passing out a few times. Your comfort doesn't matter to him. After all, you're his property. Tommy locks an arm around your neck, squeezing hard enough to make you faint. You went limp as he began pummeling your channel. It was euphoric to him, seeing the enemy suffering.

Usually, he wouldn't feel this satisfied, not even with a killing, it was more of a chore for him. But this? There was no other pleasure like it, and Tommy Shelby has had a lot of sex. He leaves your bruised and battered body on the cold floor. Blood and spunk oozes from both holes. Tommy begins to dress himself. He doesn't even bother to look at you.

Only when he retrieves a handkerchief from his coat pocket, wiping it against your mound. He presses the fabric against the abused holes, scooping out its contents before pocketing it. He'll need this for later. Tommy doesn't feel any shame or remorse, he can't seem to feel anything. He takes a drag after a fuck like that. It helps him think. What to do, what to do, his options are endless.

There you are, his pet, still panting from earlier like some bitch in heat. He's still riding that adrenaline rush. You on the other hand, were out of it. Mentally and physically. Unable to even whimper because you had lost your voice a while ago.

Tommy crouches down, peering at your expressionless face. He mentally captures this moment, enjoying that foggy look in your eyes. He hums, "Let's get you cleaned up," he splashes a bucket of ice-cold water on you. He leaves you now soaking from head-to-toe. Your undergarments now cling onto your skin, leaving little to the imagination. Tommy forces you to stand. He held you up by the back of your neck with a firm grip, leading the way outside.

A group of onlookers see what's happening. Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders, parading a poor woman who had been stripped of her modesty. He doesn't bother covering your face. He wants people to recognize you. They don’t speak up, afraid of would happen if they would. He hands the bloodied napkin to one of his men, "For the parents," perhaps this will send a message.

Tommy clicks open the trunk, shoving you inside. He slams it shut before driving off to a new location. He knows that word will spread. Soon enough, it'll reach your family's ears. If it's a war they want, then it's a war they'll get. He's not worried at all about what would happen, he knows he has the high ground. He's going to enjoy watching your clan die out.

But for now, he needs to smuggle his new pet out of the city.

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[jennay]

I'm Fine

Request: Hello sweet bean! I'm a relatively new fan of yours and have loved everything you've written about Noah thus far. The last one I read had me thinking of a request? I was wondering what Noah would do if he found out his girlfriend was having an overwhelming day and wanted to cheer her up? Like, there was a mountain of small inconveniences that kept piling up and she was shutting down from her own anxiety

An: Thank you for calling me sweet bean. It's literally my new favorite thing to be called. I hope you enjoy! I tried!

Noah Sebastian master List

Warnings: floof anxiety?

You woke up from a nightmare that doomed your day. Fear and panic gripped your heart. Things went downhill when you found out your alarm had failed, forcing you to hurry to work; your coffee maker had malfunctioned, depriving you of your caffeine boost; and Noah had snatched the last of your favorite breakfast bars last night without letting you know.

You hoped things would improve as you finally got your car to start after several attempts. But you were mistaken.

You got to work and nearly died from a heart attack when you saw the pile of documents and the list of appointments that awaited you. You felt overwhelmed by the work your secretary assigned you as if you were a superhuman lawyer who could handle everything simultaneously.

You wished you could walk away from it all but knew that was not an option. Being a lawyer was already stressful and demanding, and dealing with this extra workload was not making it any easier.

You needed to talk with Amanda, your secretary, and see if some of these could be moved around.

You walk into her office and greet her with a smile; you don't want to be mean or upset her. "Hey," You say, sitting at the chair by her desk. "So I need a favor." You lean over and point to the screen. "Can you please call these two clients and ask if they can come in tomorrow? I have the Taylors coming in at 9 a.m., and the meeting always runs over the scheduled time. If you can start booking them out for at least two hours, that would be amazing."

She nods her head, apologizing, "I'm sorry. I know you've said that before. I'll write it down."

"That's alright, don't worry about it. I just need at least an hour between each meeting so that I can be ready and not rush things, but the Taylors are always here for a long time; they're very thorough and want to know everything that's going on.." You sighed and rubbed your temples. "I'll be in my office if you need me. Please let me know if anything comes up."

You sit at your desk, reviewing papers and bracing yourself for the chaos people will bring you today.

Sometimes, it takes a toll on you, especially when your life is not going smoothly. You glance at the clock and see you have a few minutes before your clients arrive. You decide to text Noah, who always knows how to cheer you up.

Can I come home already? I miss you and could use some aggressive snuggles right now. This day has been shit already.

You smile when he texts you back almost immediately. You know he is an early riser, but you are still impressed by how fast he replies. He must have sensed your urgency.

I'll be here when you get home, baby. You can have all the cuddles you want. I love you. You're a badass; you'll kick the shit out of the day. Ok?

You feel thankful for Noah. He is the best thing that's happened to you. He’s supportive, caring, funny, sexy, and makes you feel loved and appreciated.

On days like this, you wish you could shrink him to a smaller size, put him in your pocket, and carry him around. Whenever you needed him, he would pop out and say words of encouragement and sweet things to you. Your life would be so much easier with a pocket-sized Noah.

You put your phone in the drawer as your office door opens, and Amanda's head pokes through the gap. She is your receptionist and assistant, and she helps you manage your schedule and appointments.

"Your 9 o'clock is here," she says.

You nod your head, "Go ahead and send them in."

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for another session. You hope Noah's words will give you the strength and patience to get through the day.

You storm into the house, slamming the door behind you. You are overwhelmed by emotions. Your hair is soaked from the rain, and your mascara runs down your cheeks. You have had the worst day ever, and all you want is Noah's warm embrace and gentle words. "Noah, are you home?" You call out, your voice cracking.

You hear him reply from the living room. "Yeah, I'm here. Did you take a cab home?"

You can't contain your feelings any longer. You let out a loud sob, toss your bags aside, and hide your face in your hands, crying hysterically.

"Oh, babe," Noah says, getting up and hurrying to you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, where you press your face and cry even harder.

He kisses your hair and strokes your back gently. "Shh, it's ok." He whispers. "I'm here for you."

You shake your head. "I'm over it. Can you just put me out of my misery and put a pillow over my head?"

He chuckles softly, "No, no, no. Come on. I have something for you." He holds your hand and leads you to the dining room, where you see a beautiful bouquet of roses in a vase on the table. He has also ordered Chinese food, your favorite cuisine. You notice your favorite liquor on the counter with other ingredients, indicating that Noah plans to make cocktails for you tonight.

As you gasp, your hands instinctively cover your mouth. Noah's thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze you.

You wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle your face into his chest, feeling his warmth and comfort. "Thank you," you whisper.

Noah kisses the top of your head and rubs your back gently. "Anything for you, princess." He pulls away, and you look up at him, seeing love and kindness in his eyes. "I'm sorry you had such a tough day," he says, kissing your forehead. "Go relax. I'll take care of everything." He pauses briefly, "You're getting a nice back rub tonight, too." He says, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers.

You smile, walking back to your room and changing into the bathroom, where you wash your face to remove all the smeared makeup.

Sometimes, you wondered how Noah could look at you so lovingly when you look as rough as you did.

After changing, you return to the dining room, where Noah waits patiently. He smiles at you, happy to see you approach. He stands up and scoots out your chair. "Come sit."

You smile at the gesture, excited for the food and fruity mixed drink in front of you. "God, I love you," you say, taking a long sip of your beverage.

Noah laughs, "Me or the drink?"

You lift your eyes to his, "Both, but mostly you."

He chuckles while taking a bite of his food. "So," he says, putting his fork down, "What happened today?"

Your shoulders drop, remembering the annoyance of the day you didn't

want to talk about every little thing, from the coffee pot to your clients not being very understanding and your car breaking down. "Just casual bullshit." You sip your drink, "My car is in the parking lot at work…"

Noah groans, "Again? I thought Folio looked at it?"

"He did, but he's not a miracle worker, and I'm honestly not sure there's any hope for that thing. It's old." You say, forcing a smile. "Let's talk about you."

Noah's eyebrows knit together in frustration as he says, "You always do this." He laughs, but you can hear the edge in his voice. He leans back in his chair and looks at you pleadingly. "I want to hear about your day; in therapy, they say it's good to talk about things. It helps you process and cope with them." He reaches for your hand across the table, his eyes softening.

You shake your head, feeling affection for him. You stand up and gather the empty plates, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, my love, you're not my therapist." You lean down and kiss his cheek, feeling his stubble against your lips. "We can talk about it tomorrow if you want to. But right now I just want you as Noah. Ok?" You giggle as you walk away from him, carrying the dishes to the sink. You drop them in, deciding to deal with them later. You can feel the effects of the alcohol you had with dinner. Your face is warm, and your worries seem distant and trivial. You feel happy and relaxed as you walk back to Noah.

You stand before him, smiling with rosy cheeks and a gentle gaze. "I really do appreciate you." You say sincerely, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins and stands up, holding you close. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room, where he sits on the couch and pulls you down to sit before him. He gently lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, handing you the throw blanket to cover your chest with, knowing you'd get cold. He places his hands on your back and starts to massage your tense muscles with gentle pressure. He draws circles on your skin with his fingers, making you sigh in contentment.

You feel a knot of tension in your chest and decide to share what's been bothering you the most today. "The Taylors said I'm a bad lawyer and won't be using me anymore." You say, finally opening up to him. "They accused me of being incompetent and unprofessional just because I refused to lie for them in court."

Noah's hands freeze for a second, and he curses under his breath. "Dicks." He says before resuming his soothing motions. "You don't need them anyway. You did the right thing, babe. You have integrity and ethics, unlike them."

You let out a deep breath, feeling a bit of relief from his words and touch. "I do, though. I've been working with them for so long, and I hate saying this because I'm not just in it for the money, but they were a huge source of my income. They paid me well, and they had a lot of connections in the industry."

Noah wraps his arms around you and pulls at you, signaling he wants you in his lap. "There'll be others, you don't need people who treat you like shit." He says softly in your ear. "You're an amazing lawyer, and you have a great reputation. You'll find better clients who appreciate you and respect you."

You smile weakly and lean your head on his chest. "That's most of my clientele." You say with a laugh. "Most of them are greedy, selfish, and dishonest. That's why I'm always so thankful to come home to you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Noah kisses the top of your head and whispers, "I love you and I'm always here for you. No matter what."

You smile up at him, feeling his warm breath on your face as you nuzzle close to his neck. He wraps the blanket tighter around your bare chest, making you feel safe and loved. "I know. I feel it, and I'm grateful for it." You whisper, letting him know you appreciate his presence in your life.

He leans his head on yours, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He kisses your hair softly, making you sigh in contentment. "We'll get everything figured out with your car and your job, and I won't eat your breakfast bars anymore." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

You laugh against his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips. "You can eat all the breakfast bars you want if my nights end this perfectly." You say, looking into his eyes and seeing the love and happiness reflected there.

He smiles back at you, pulling you closer for a passionate kiss.

You melt into him, forgetting about all your worries and troubles. All that matters is him and this moment.

You feel his hand caress your cheek, then move down to your waist. He lifts you gently, carrying you to the bedroom. You wrap your legs around him, holding him tight.

He whispers in your ear, "I love you so fucking much."

You smile, feeling the same way. You kiss him again, ready to show him how much you love him.

Tags: @thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986 @chemicallady

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[laughableillusions]

Random Jareth HCs

I talk so much abt him and I have some silly ideas :3c

If he stays in owl form too long he has some trouble changing back. He gets kind of stuck a bit between. He chitters like a barn owl in “human” form, can screech like one if mad. There’s feathers in his hair, and sometimes he still has bird-feet. The worst case was when his arms were still big useless wings. It goes away after a while but he’s impatient as hell and will sulk about it and punish anyone who dares laugh at him for his chicken feet.

Jareth actually runs cold. He can change his body temperature if needed, but it’s very surface level. Usually he’s around room temperature (like a corpse). Cuddling or any close physical contact will warm his body up.

His hands are strangely rough under his gloves, they’re rough and hard like stone. He almost never removes his gloves because his touch alone can cause serious magic shit to happen if he isn’t careful. The glamour he uses to keep his more human form doesn’t really extend to his hands for whatever reason (his truest form is made of stone), so he wears gloves to sort of hide it.

Music lover, I mean duh. He sings and dances ofc, but he actually knows very little about modern music. His knowledge of humanity is still stuck in the 18th century. While he would like the idea of things like CD players and MP3 players etc etc, he will always prefer live performances, be it himself or watching someone else. He would probably go to a lot of concerts just to see what the music vibe is these days.

Doesn’t do well in human crowds. A masquerade ball in his castle is one thing, it’s his realm, it’s other fae. But you put him in a shopping mall or grocery store??? He is not having a good time. Mostly because he sees most humans as beneath him (except for the few he decides are special little princesses/princes lol). Modern humans apparently have a stench to him, and he finds it disgusting when “in concentration.”

He can make any small child stop crying however. If Toby proved anything it showed how good with kids Jareth is. He can entertain any small child with ease. Though it starts to freak the parents out when he starts talking about how much he wants to steal them away from their mothers. The man loves kids, and hopes one day he can actually keep a human baby to raise as his own.

Unbearably physically clingy. Like…unbearably. He’d be attached to his lover like a parasite whenever they try to go anywhere without him. If he can’t touch you, he’s standing behind you with his hands behind his back to keep himself from touching you. Like Jesus Christ man back up you’re not gonna go anywhere‼️‼️

Has a jealousy problem as well. With his stuff and his lovers. You do not touch his stuff without asking him, or until he lends it to you. With romantic jealousy, it’s about the same. Nobody touches what he deems his. He has enough dignity not to cause a public scene, but will glare at anyone who dares flirt with his lover- or if he thinks your not paying attention to him enough, he will give you the cold shoulder until you shove him aside and ask him what the fuck is going on.

Enjoys playing mind games. Though he’s too much of a romantic to do things that would really hurt you, at least intentionally. But his fae nature gives him a bastard side that sometimes can’t help it. But really, he would hate to actually fight with you. The last thing he wants is for you to be genuinely upset, and so will bend over backwards to keep you happy.

Speaking of that, Jareth is 100% a doormat to the ones he loves. He’s been alone for centuries (if not more). And any hope of validation he will chase like a kicked puppy. But everything he does, he expects something in return. (ex: I am exhausted by your expectations of me, isn’t that generous?) Fae are deal makers after all, and so he will create a beautiful ideallic place for you to live…but in return he expects your devotion and loyalty. It seems like a small price, until it isn’t. Sometimes, in exchange for a favor he does for you, he will ask for something in return (be it a task, or an a object).

As hedonistic and mischievous as he is, Jareth is quite emotionally intelligent. His age gives him wisdom, and sometimes it’s like he knows exactly just what to say. Humans have such predictable emotions after all, and he can use his knowledge of them as a form of manipulation if he wants/needs to. But to someone he loves, he would bring perfect comfort to. He will try and make you laugh, then ask if you want him to stay with you or leave you be, anything you ask if it would make you less upset and more comfortable he will do (doormat). If you want him to read you a bedtime story? Do a handstand? He’d fucking do it.

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[spacelandz]

SO! You've seen these little things I do sometimes and you want to know the process!

It's genuinely super simple, so here goes! Apologies by the way if anything is unclear or glossed over. A lot of this is personal taste and such so I hope this can be a nice boost to create something!

RESOURCES AND THINGS TO KNOW!

To preface this little guide already assumes you have basic knowledge of color distribution, lineless art, or breaking up art into proper layers for later processing! I am also assuming that your art program has access to scatter brushes and tiling textures. Personally I use Clip Studio Paint, but this can work on other apps. Anyways, here are some good sites for this:

EZGIF - Free, easy gif maker for assembling any kind of gif*! It also has stuff like converting those damn WEBP's back into png.

*PLEASE KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT MAKE GIFS THAT ARE PARTIALLY TRANSPARENT. YOU MUST USE A SOLID COLOR UNDER ANY PART THAT IS OVER BARE CANVAS

Transparent Textures - Free to use source for HQ transparent textures that tile! Amazing for finding a paper texture for these if you commit to the paper doll look. Best results for textures that are in white or black!

So! You have a finished, prepared piece that you want to glitterfy. Well I'm not covering that right now so you can scroll down to That part if you came just for the glitter. This next section is for...

PREPARING THE PAPER DOLL

To start, your piece should already be separated into respective layers in any order you'd like! We're about to use a ton of clipping masks so Make sure you know your program before starting! So, as my example we have my oc Roy, resized to around... 1500x1500 or the nearest equivalent Smaller is better because it brings out the texture! He looks a little ah...Flat, though right now?

I'm using this guy for a couple different reasons! Those being:

Roy has translucent bodyparts! Just so you will know what to do with characters who are translucent! I'll get to this in a moment so sit tight

He has a clear, defined, and distinct palette that is easy to pick a color to slap the glitter on! This is important because I personally find balance to be the most appealing part of the finished art.

He also just has a lot of doohickeys on his design.

This is where you need your transparent texture! You can use any kind of texture and I encourage experimentation and such, but I personally use a simple paper texture. What we are going to do is go through and clip our imported and tiled texture to each applicable layer! (Make sure to just Copy and Paste the layer you do NOT need to repeatedly go through this menu...)

And... When you are done, you should have something like this:

"But why don't I just clip the texture to the entire piece through a folder? Why go through the hassle of clipping to each individual layer?"

Well that's because of the next step, where we will be adding the shadows. If we don't clip each individual layer, your shadows will look like this example on the left which sort of just ruins the 3D effect and kinda just looks icky, as opposed to this, which is nicer and smoother.

Now I'm no lighting wiz! In fact I'm rather mediocre at best but some general tips for adding the shadows:

Try to keep your shadows going all in one direction mostly! It gives the effect of one light source and generally just looks better than if you shaded around ALL edges everywhere.

Try to only shade where there are parts overlapping that need the dimension! Overdoing it can make the piece look odd. It's especially helpful to separate any details like different shades of hair, layers of hair, etc so that you can put as much volume as you want.

Once the shadows are all added in you should have something that looks like this:

Which looks good! Now I'd sometimes stop here if I can't pinpoint how I'd like the glitter to sit or if I think the piece just doesn't need it, but we're moving on to the big important steps!

ADDING GLITTER

This part is entirely up to your taste! But I'll describe how I do my glitter stuff. Firstly I start out by identifying which color I want to pop out. For Roy here I chose the red parts! For your character it may be different. Experimentation is key!

This is also, however where you need that scatter brush I mentioned earlier. Personally I just use the default CSP spray brush, but again go wild!

Make a folder above your piece, set its blending mode to glow dodge (or add, or add glow depending on what options you have), and create three layers inside of this folder. Setting the folder to clip is optional right now but will be needed later.

Then, fill each glitter layer with your choice of particle in whatever color looks good! Yes, you can do gradients and other stuff on the particles too! World's your oyster.

^ Unclipped example of a glitter layer.

Glitter tips for the early 2000's webcore enthusiast:

Use different strokes and patterns for the glitter distribution! This helps it animate better by moving around. For example this time I went diagonally for the first, horizontally for the second, and then in loose circles for the third. Particle density and stuff is also completely up to you.

Use a color that would pop against the intended area! For Roy I used an orange-ish yellow since it compliments both blue and red.

So now we have the layers! This is where clipping is our best friend once again! You're just going to go in and clip the glitter to whatever layers you want it on. Entire folder, not just one of the layers!

Once that's all done, go through and toggle the respective glitter layer for the frame, saving individual copies when done. You should end up with 3 identical images with different glitter distribution.

"BUT WAIT! JONES, THE TRANSLUCENCY!!" I hear you call! Yes, this is where we handle that! If your character is NOT translucent, you can scroll past this section.

Open up your frames all in one canvas, stacked on top of eachother (no jittering or slight displacement! ON TOP of eachother!)

Our layout should look something like this...Note how the translucent parts are rather hard to see, well if you took your frames and put them in EZgif, they'd be gone entirely! That's because you physically cannot have a partially translucent gif due to technology limitations. So an easy little cleanup thing I did was:

1. SELECT THE CANVAS AROUND THE CHARACTER WITH THE MAGIC WAND TOOL. Do not have any expansion settings on or it probably won't look right in the end.

Make sure you do not miss any gaps! I personally missed the gap between the arm, leg, and lanyard and I had to redo this next step...

2. SELECT -> INVERT SELECTION

3. FILL SELECTION WITH THE DESIRED COLOR. IT MUST BE OPAQUE. I personally picked this cloudy gray color.

You can now save individual frames of your character with the fill so that they don't go bald when you move on to the next step! Again, you should have 3 frames.

FINISHING UP

This is nice and easy. Upload your three frames into EZGIF and wait for it to process. It'll look like this if you're in the right place.

Once things have loaded, make sure to change the settings to the following:

FRAME DELAY: 0 (this is how fast the frames move.)

DON'T STACK FRAMES: ENABLED

You can play around with this but I generally leave everything else alone because you don't need it. Just hit the make a gif button and you're all done!

Aaaand that's it! If you've read this far...Firstly thank you for dealing with my rambliness and horrible explanation skills. Secondly, I hope that this can come in handy for anyone interested! Would love to see if anyone puts this to use. n_n

#tutorial #art tutorial #art tips #art #flashing lights #i dont know what other things to add. ummm #bookmark #<- for myself later so i can find this if i need to #long post

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Always been you.

Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader

Summary: Miscommunications happen. Less so when you work in communications, but they happen.

Word Count: 4.8K

Warnings: Slight blood warning, a smidge of angst, and a handful of smut :)

AN: This one's been sat in the drafts for a while. I can't lie, the whole time I was writing this I was thinking about popcorn - so imma go get myself some. Enjoy! (P.S. requests are open!!)

Home meant different things to different people. To some, it meant green rolling hills and the sound of wild animals running through the forests, some hunting, some hiding. To some, it looked more like the cold cityscapes of somewhere like Corellia or Daiyu - where day could be night and night could be day because the city never slept. More like the planet never slept.

To you, home meant a dark room in the back of the compound on D'Qar, where you sat for hours on end. It meant the whirring of plane engines and the whooshing of blast doors. It meant ration meals and celebrating when there were enough jogan fruits in season to make jogan fruitcake. It meant the constant fear that someone you loved may not come home.

You had grown up on Dantooine, maintaining the old rebel base there with your father - an ex-pilot with the rebellion. He'd taught you all about the world of space flight and you'd decided early on that maybe you preferred the ground. Oh, the irony.

At 19, you moved to Coruscant - under no threat from enemies, the base on Dantooine was not needed. You moved away to find a job that could give a life of comfort. Maybe you just needed some excitement in your life that didn't involve exploding wires or stealing your dad's glasses.

When General Organa started recruiting for the resistance, you were one of the first ones there. You distanced yourself from your father's legacy, not wanting the pressure of being someone's someone to be held over your head.

You settled into the anonymity of comms comfortably, making decent friends with your co-workers.

Days came and went working for the resistance. Soon enough, you'd been for a year, and then 2, and then it had been so long since you'd left Dantooine that you could barely remember what your life was like there.

The cantina was empty when you walked in. To your knowledge, black and blue squadrons were out on a field mission, but no one else was in sight. You walked around the base, looking for any signs of life. Dear Maker, had they all evacuated and forgotten about you.

You walked over to the med wing, hoping to see someone. And you saw, well, everyone. Apparently, half of those on base had come down with food poisoning. Wonderful.

You were called in to speak with General Organa, who assigned you double and triple shifts, considering you were the only one of 6 comms officers who hadn't come down with food poisoning. Wonderful.

You had spent all day, without rest, in comms, checking data logs for gold squadron, assisting in decoding transmission, and helping base mechanics with routine repairs. Essentially a normal day in the office, but six-fold the responsibilities. You went to bed, with your head swimming with responsibilities for the next day - hopefully, someone would be able to help you.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring loudly. You groggily headed to the cantina for a cup of Caf before heading back to comms.

You picked some undecoded transmissions, before starting on some reports for General Organa. You barely had enough time to stop for a meal, grabbing the first thing you could see before heading back to comms.

Black and Blue squadron were currently MIA. They had radioed in earlier in the morning saying they were ok without radio connection while there was a shortage of comms officers. Still, it didn't mean you weren't worried about them.

"Black Leader to Base, come in."

You scrambled over to your headset and plugged it into the system, "Alpha 4 to Black Leader, you're a go for Base. What seems to be the problem?"

"We're running low on fuel, any republic supporters in the outer rim?" Poe's voice came through as you tried to lock on to his location.

"Where you are, the chances are slim, Black Leader." You sighed, as his location pops up on the screen. He was so far in the Outer Rim, where so many remained Empire supporters. Even with many ports on neighbouring planets, there were few ways that they could make it out of them safely.

You had an idea. "Black Leader, can you make a single jump."

"Just about."

"I'll send the coordinates, get ready to jump."

While Black and Blue Squadron jumped, you connected another line.

"Hi, dad."

"Hi, sweetheart." Your father's tired voice rang through the headset, "What can I do for you?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, dad-"

"It's ok, sweetheart. What do you need?"

"I have 2 squadrons that need fuel. Any chance you could help?"

"Of course, sweetheart. In fact, I've just seen them enter the atmosphere."

"Thanks, dad. Love you."

"I love you too."

Your dad cut the line to go and help the pilots. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You always felt guilty asking your father for help. He never quite knew how to say no.

You stayed up well into the early hours of the morning, signing off paperwork and compiling mission reports for Captain Dameron and Captain Wexley to sign off on.

In fact, you had worked so late that you heard Black and Blue Squadron's land the next morning. You heard them raucously walk through the halls to the cantina. You sighed. A small break wouldn't do any harm, right?

Wrong. As soon as you got up, a beeping from your headset rang through the room. General Holdo needed some data to do with her mission, so you were back to sifting through mission reports to send her what she needed.

By the time, you had signed off with her, Jak (one of your fellow comms officers) strolled into comms.

He ruffled your hair affectionately, "You're a legend, four."

You had known Jak since your days on Coruscant. You had shared an apartment when you were new to the city and he really showed you the ropes. You probably wouldn't be as trusted by the resistance as you were, had it not been for Jak.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, eyes still trained on the screen.

"I'm fine." He settled down next to you, grabbing a headset, "You, on the other hand, have seen better days. Maker, have you even looked at yourself in the mirror!"

You punched him in the arm, "My name's not Captain I-cannot-survive-without-my-mirrors Dameron." He feigned an injury, falling onto the floor and hollering in pain. The delirium of sleep deprivation was getting you, as you doubled over in fits of giggles, tears streaming down your face.

In fact, you were laughing so hard, you didn't even hear Captain Dameron walk in.

"What's so funny?" He said, walking in and clapping Jak on the back. The two of you looked at each other, and burst into more fits of giggles. "You know what, I'm just not going to ask." Jak handed him the stack of papers that you had left for him to sign off.

Dameron walked out with the sheets, and you stood up to stretch your back. "You should get some food in you," Jak nods towards the Cantina, "I can hold the fort down until you get back."

The cantina is practically empty when you walk in, and you grab a sandwich before heading back to comms. What greets you is a relieving sight. Two of the other comms officers have returned to comms.

"You look rough," Drex said, nursing a healing tonic from med bay. Clearly, they were still suffering the after-effects of the food poisoning.

"So, I've been told," you elbowed Jak in the ribs as he laughed heartily. You sat down and returned to the paperwork you had left behind. A connection came in, which Jak responded to immediately.

After a beat, he beckoned you over, handing you the headset, "It's your favourite. Captain Dameron."

You let out a huff, before putting the headset on. You sat down.

"Alpha 4 for Black Leader, you're a go."

"Well, hello, my new favourite comms officer. How are you on this fine morning?" He said, smugness colouring his tone as he prepared to take off.

"I hope you aren't trying to flirt with me, Poe?" You smirked through your question.

"Oh, I am. I most definitely am." Poe laughed.

"How unfortunate for you." Poe laughed again.

You led him through his routine surveillance trip, making funny quips throughout. Poe responds almost exclusively through chortles and guffaws.

"How come I've never actually spoken to you on base?"

"I don't know, maybe because you've always got one of those pretty girls on your arm?"

"Oh, you're real pretty, Alpha 4, just gotta give me a chance, hun." Poe thought you were pretty.

You laugh again, "In your dreams, Captain."

There was a beat of silence, before Poe piped up, "someone special at home?" You swallow guiltily.

Ever since you first met Poe, you had been head over heels in love with him. Sure he was good-looking, and his reputation in the bedroom preceded him, but beyond that, he was charming, funny, and he cared. About everyone. Not just his superiors, or his friends, but even stupid kids who had no idea what they were doing when they landed on base.

You thought of his face, his beautifully warm brown eyes, his stupidly floppy hair, "Yeah, someone real special. I'm just hoping he'll give me a chance back on base."

"He'd be stupid not to."

"You're just saying that."

"I mean it, 4, he'd have to be blind to not see what a catch you are." You can tell by Poe's tone that he is being genuine.

"Thanks, Poe, you're clear to return to base. See on the other side."

You hear Poe land as you head back to your room. He calls your name as he is walking.

"Hey, 4, wait up!" You wait patiently as he, and BB8, catch up to you. "About this guy."

"Poe, let it go."

"I'm serious, 4. I can help you get that date."

"No, I mean it, Poe. Let it go. You can't help me here." You stare straight into his eyes. Big mistake. You get lost easily, wanting to let the warmth cocoon you into a false safety until the rest of eternity.

You shake yourself back to reality, walking away from him and leaving him confused and annoyed.

Days pass, and you find that Poe has pushed himself further and further away from you. You were still his chosen comms officer, but he avoided you on the base. You felt bad. He'd practically confessed that he thought you were pretty and you'd turned him away, letting him believe that there was someone you were pining after. Even though that person was Poe.

You had tried to talk to Poe before he went on a mission alone to Coruscant, but he walked away, feigning that he was busy. He even deflected your questions in the air, and turned his transmission signal off when he got to Coruscant. You were fuming.

How dare he put himself in danger with no chance of backup?

Realistically, your anger wasn't anger at all. You were worried for Poe. Even if he wasn't your Poe.

You vowed to have that conversation with him when he returned.

Poe couldn't stop thinking about you. He hadn't since he first spoke to you about 6 months ago. Before that, he just thought you were pretty. But once he realised that, not only were you beautiful, but you were also smart and had a sarcasm to match his, well he was a goner.

When you told him, that there was someone else, he saw red. He wanted to put his first through the fucker's face, but goddammit, he would do anything to help you.

So he offered to help you get that date. It was a mostly harmless offer, and he didn't really expect you to take him up on it, but he put it out there nonetheless.

What he didn't expect was for you to raise your voice and storm away. He was shocked.

He figured he overstepped some undrawn boundary, and he felt guilty. So he tried to give you space, give you distance. He'd give you anything if you even mentioned it once. But, jealousy took over his previously well-intentioned thoughts. If you wanted someone else, fine, you could have them. But Poe couldn't watch you get them.

He didn't want to take the mission on Coruscant. He wasn't a spy, he was a flamboyant and show-off-y pilot. But he didn't want to see you in another man's arms. So he took it.

That was what landed him in his current predicament: tied to a chair in the basement of one Zek Shadej - an ex-smuggler who turned to an arms dealership for the higher paycheck.

Zek slaps Poe. He demands, once again, to know what a pilot for the Resistance is doing at a gala for the low lives of the galaxy. He didn't word it that way but the sentiment still stands. Poe says nothing, just spitting a mixture of blood and saliva at Zek's shoes. Zek curses and heads to the door: "I'm done with him. Dispose of him."

The guards left in the room stalk toward him, blasters unsheathed and ready to fire. Poe uses the pin you gave him to cut through the ropes binding his hands.

It was his fifth birthday on base, he reckoned. With different systems, and different lengths of orbits, it was hard to know for sure, but he knew the rest of Black Squadron were planning his celebration for today. So he remained in bed, lying on top of the sheets, head propped up on his arm.

A gentle knock rang through his room. He'd told the person to come in, and you did. Armed with a giddy smile and a small wrapped package. Poe had no idea where you had found wrapping paper, or why you would buy him a present but here you were.

"Jess said it was your birthday today. Thought I'd give you something neat." You said, approaching him nervously. He swung his legs and sat upright, pulling your arm so you were standing right in front of him. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, taking in your kind face. You and Poe were hardly friends, but how he wished you could be more.

"So, what did you get for me, pretty girl?" Poe rests his callous hardened hands on your hips - he liked the feel of your soft skin under his palms. He also liked how sensitive you were to his touch - your flushed expression and lust-filled gaze confirmed it.

You handed him the small parcel, "I hope you like it."

He takes it from you, pulling you to sit beside him. He opens it with careful hands to find a small pin. A Yavin Parakeet. Poe's favourite bird.

"They used to symbolise freedom. Like you do." You whispered the last part.

Poe had never wanted to kiss you so much.

Poe threw the chair he had been sitting on at one of the guards. He landed on the floor with a loud groan, his blaster skidding to a halt at Poe's feet. It was Poe's lucky day.

He shot the other 2 guards, dashing out of the basement onto the catering floor. He escaped through a back door, a few of the staff giving his bloody face and dishevelled appearance a double look. He sprinted through the streets to a docking station a few miles east. Zek sent a few men after him, but Poe was smart, and he knew Coruscant well. He dodged the men, and fired up his X-wing. He had Leia's intel safely stored in his shirt pocket.

His X-wing was severely damaged - his landing gear compromised and the transmission antenna bent at an awkward angle. He took off precariously - he knew he'd have to stop somewhere to fix the ship and refuel. He remembered the old outpost on Dantooine. Your dad's outpost.

He lightspeed jumped into the sector, breaking through the atmosphere mere seconds later. The landing was rough and he saw your father running towards the ship, blaster raised.

"Come out, slowly and unarmed. Do anything I don't like the look of, and I shoot."

"It's me. It's Poe. I came by a couple of days ago. I promise I mean no harm."

The old man lowered his blaster. He tucked his shoulder under Poe and helped him inside, "Let's get you looked at, son." Despite the pain, Poe smiled. Son. He liked that.

Your father patched Poe up, offering him a nice meal and a shower. While Poe cleaned up, your father called you.

"Hey, dad, what can I do for you?" You respond, your brain still focussed on the transmissions you were decoding.

"I wouldn't call if it wasn't necessary-"

"I know, Dad. What do you need?"

"I got one of your guys," your ears pricked up, "and his ship is damaged. I need to know how to fix it. Think you can help?"

"Yeah, of course. I don't remember sending anyone your way though, think you can tell me who it is?"

Your dad grunts as he climbs up the ladder, radio tucked under his chin, "yeah, it's the pretty boy from a few days ago. The captain. Can't remember his name."

"It's Dameron. Who're you talking to?" Poe comes out wiping his hands on a towel. Despite this man being your father, years in the resistance had warned him against trusting strangers.

"My daughter. She's telling me how to fix your ship."

"4? I wouldn't trust her anywhere near my ship."

"I heard that you know," you laughed. You brought up the specs for the X-wing, "I'll send you a copy of the spec - that's probably more useful than anything I have to say."

Your dad laughed and you sent him the specs.

"Good luck, boys," you ended the transmission.

The rest of the day was spent fixing the ship. Poe and your dad made good small talk - they were both pilots. They had a lot in common. They also both loved you. They had that in common too.

"Go clean up, Poe. I'll make us dinner." Your father said, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Poe smiled. He liked this life.

Poe was back on base by nightfall the next day. You waited for him as he got checked up on in med, and then you walked with him to his room. The silence was deafening.

You followed him into his room, watched his every movement. He milled about, putting on clean clothes, washing his hands, and combing through his hair. His whole body was still tensed up from the mission - you wanted to stop him, hug him, do something. But you couldn't. He didn't want you near him. He was angry at you, and rightfully so.

"Your dad's nice." You looked up at him. Poe still had his back turned, but his shoulder had relaxed. You wanted to run your fingers down his back. "Peculiar, but nice."

You smiled softly, "He's lonely. Not that fun living on an abandoned base in the middle of nowhere."

Poe sat down on his chair, and you walked towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, gently soothing the knots out of his muscles. He leaned his head back, a low moan of satisfaction left his throat. The sound went straight through your body, eliciting shivers.

"Talk to me. Tell me what went wrong," you whispered in his ear, not wanting to break the calmness that swept through the room.

Poe shook his head, bringing you in front of him. He leaned his head against your stomach, hands coming to rest at your hips. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and he grunted in appreciation. You shivered again.

He chuckled, "you like that?" Your face blushed a bright red. Poe laughed again, before leaning to kiss your stomach. He kissed up through the valley in between your breasts, and up your neck. He stayed there for a minute, nipping and suckling at your neck, before making his way to your face.

He was fully standing now, his hands moved to your face, and he gently dotted kisses everywhere. Your cheeks. Your eyes, which had fallen shut at his ministrations. Your forehead, then your chin. He kissed the sides of your lips, and you let out a soft moan, begging for more.

"Greedy, are we?" He asked, his voice much lower than before. You opened your eyes to see a smug grin painted on his face. You didn't care.

You grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours. It seems he got the memo because as soon as his lips touched yours, he took over. His tongue slipped into your mouth and stroked yours gently.

He tapped your thigh gently, a signal to jump, and he carried you over to his bed, depositing you on the edge gently, dislodging his lips from yours. He knelt down in front of the bed, pulling your closer to him by your legs.

"Tell me to stop." He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide, as he took your dishevelled appearance in. Like a predator looks at his prey.

"Please don't."

He pulled your boots and cargo pants off, kissing up your legs. The arousal pooled between your legs, and you moan.

"So fucking wet, and I haven't even touched you yet." You whine pathetically, trying to pull Poe closer to where you want him. He just laughs.

"Bet the other guy couldn't do this to you. That's why you need me, ain't that right?" You whine again, "Need me to take care of you, baby girl, ain't that right?"

"Please, Poe."

"Please what, baby girl? What do you need?" Poe whispers, cheekiness glinting in his eyes.

"Please, fuck me, Poe." He smiled.

"As you wish."

He pulled your underwear down your legs and stared enamoured between your trembling things, "Such a pretty fucking pussy."

You threw your head back as he dove face-first into your folds. He kissed your mound lightly, before rubbing soothing circles around your clit. You buck up, the pleasure unlike any you've ever known, and Poe presses a hand onto your abdomen, locking you in place.

"Don't deprive me of my meal, honey," He whispers into your pussy.

He continues his assault, testing the waters of what you did and didn't like. You liked when he went fast, when he went slow, you got impatient. Maybe it was time to teach you some patience. But the low whines and moans were too much for Poe to bear. Soon your thighs were clamped around his head as you let out a loud moan, and you came undone under his touch. He lapped up every last bit of your release as if he'd been left in the deserts of Jakku without any water for years. And the moans. Oh Maker, his moans. You thought it impossible for a man to enjoy himself that much. But from the way he gripped your thighs, and pulled his body in further, you could tell he never wanted to pull away.

You laid limp on the bed as Poe stood up, and peeled his clothes off his body. You stared shamelessly. It wasn't the first time you'd seen Poe shirtless, but you'd barred yourself from staring then. Now it was allowed.

He smiled at your shameless ogling, and grabbed your hand, pulling you to stand up, pressed against him. You could feel his still-clothed cock, pushing into your abdomen, and you could feel it throbbing at the contact. You sunk down onto your knees, hands fiddling with his zipper.

He pulled you away and shook his head. "Not now."

He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls over you, his lips reconnecting to yours. He had unzipped his pants and kicked off his boots, leaving a pile on the floor.

"Tell me if it hurts." Poe kisses under your jaw before pushing inside.

Holy Maker, he's big.

His cock stretches you out deliciously. He pushes into you until he's settled within you and waits for you to adjust. The initial pain fades into pleasure and soon you're begging for him to move.

"You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. Bet you wouldn't beg for anyone else." Nevertheless, he moves.

He starts slow, getting used to feeling you around him. You want more.

"Please, Poe. Faster. Please, please, please." You beg him, screams ripping through your throat.

He picks up the pace, relentless now. Fast and hard. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, mixed together with both your moans. You feel the pressure building up and your moans get louder. Poe chased his own release as you got closer and closer to the edge.

"Poe, I'm gonna... gonna come. Please, Poe..." Poe slowed down a fraction, pulling you further from the edge. You whined pathetically.

"Tell me you're mine. Only mine." You smiled through your lust-induced haze.

"Only yours, Poe. Always yours." He picked up the pace again, and the coil begins to tighten. Poe's moans push you over the edge, and you cum hard. So hard that your whole body feels electrified, your toes curling in pleasure. Poe fucks you through your high, turning your entire body to jelly. He pulls out and shoots his ropes over your body.

You smile. You lift a finger up to your chest and lick Poe's cum off your chest, moaning at the taste. The filth of the act clearly affected Poe, as his eyes closed in pleasure. He moaned lowly, grabbing your hands and pressing kisses to them. You closed your eyes, falling back onto the bed.

Poe disappeared into the refresher, grabbing a clean towel and dampening it, before returning to clean you up. You looked confused. No one had ever done that for you before. He wiped your chest and between your thighs, before carrying you to the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes in Poe's refresher, before heading back out.

Poe was gone.

You were confused, given that he had changed his sheets and left you a spare t-shirt and pair of boxers to change into. You sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching your legs, a pleasant ache settling between them. Where the hell could he have gone?

A few seconds late, someone knocked, "Are you decent?" Poe.

"Yeah, come in." You stood up, shuffling your feet. Poe walked in, shirt almost completely undone, carrying 2 bottles of water from the cantina. Your heart almost burst.

He opened one of the bottles handing it to you, before leading you back to bed. You took a few sips, the coldness soothing your throat that was raw from screaming.

He laid back on his bed and beckoned your closer to him. You curled into his arms and reached up to fiddle with his hair. You both sat in silent reverie - taking in each other's company.

"Will I see you again?" Poe broke the silence timidly, running a knuckle over your cheek.

"You see me every day, Poe," You tease him gently, "You see me in the corridors, and in the cantina, and sometimes even after you get back from a mission." Poe slapped your ass, causing you to burst into laughter. He pulls you closer to his body.

"I mean it. Is this just a one-time thing? Given your - um - crush on the other guy?" You stay silent, "Is he a pilot? Is that why you're not telling me?" You nod your head, trying to hide your smile. You felt bad for not telling him, but it was funny.

"He's a pilot. But that's not why I'm not telling you." Poe frowns, creases appearing between his eyebrows.

"Is he a superior officer? Does he live on base?"

You decide to keep teasing him, "Yeah, he's a Captain." You look into Poe's eyes. "He's definitely my favourite person on base." Poe's frown turns into a scowl.

"He has the most beautiful brown eyes and the most amazing hair that I always want to run my fingers through," You tangle your hair in his, pulling it just the way he likes. "He's cocky, and he's so sexy. And he knows that he's sexy too." Poe tries pushing you away, rolling from his side to his back, but you just cling to him tighter. You place a kiss on his jaw and then on his ear.

"Why are you here, then? In my bed? In my clothes?" He says, jealousy and annoyance evident in his voice. You feel bad.

"You wanna know his name?"

"Not really. Then I'd know who I wanna punch, but I still wouldn't be able to do it."

"I don't really think it's possible to punch yourself." Poe turns to face you, the jealousy in his eyes fading into hope.

"What?" You just smile. "You love me?"

"I didn't lie, Poe. I'm yours. Always yours." He kisses you, hard, not giving you any space to breathe.

"You're not just saying that," He breathes, pulling away just enough to speak. You reconnect your lips to his, and he pulls you on top of him, your thighs around his torso. You look deep into his eyes, his pupils so dilated as if he couldn't get enough of you.

"It's always been you."

#poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron angst #poe dameron smut #x reader #poe fic #poe star wars #poe dameron x female reader #poe dameron x y/n #no y/n #poe dameron x f!reader

[gatorbites-imagines]

Can I request Guzma with a stoic CisMale S/O with a Centiskortch? I love your stuff and your writing style :)

Guzma x male reader

Hope your okay with me making the reader a team, I just really like making them ^^

I made reader a fire and bug type user :) He’s also at least the same height and build as Guzma or bigger, cuz I think the reader hovering over his shoulder is cool.

Heres the team I made, I used a card maker and just inserted a character as a placeholder ^^

It was raining across Po town as always, the water pelting down across the rooftop of the large mansion Team Skull used as a base. It had been extra gloomy that day, and everyone on the team seemed in a lower mood than usual. None of the teams’ plans had gone as planned, many grunts had been beaten in battle and some had even had to flee as their families came for them.

It was no secret that a lot of team skulls members were people who weren’t accepted by their families, outsiders, the black mareep of the family. The same thing could be said about Team Skulls boss Guzma, the outsider of outsiders of his generation.

He sat upon his throne, chin his hand as Golisopod wandered out the room, chittering and making other bug like noises as it wandered around. Vikavolt and Masquerain were sitting on the bedframe of the large bed in the room, making noises at one another as they spoke.

Bug pokemon were the one thing that had helped a young lonesome Guzma many years ago, back when everyone avoided him and his fathers expectations became too heavy. After meeting Wimpod Guzma was still as much of an outsider as ever, but at least he had a friend. He was still bullied and looked down upon, but when Golisopod finally evolved, the bullies didn’t dare come near him as long as the large armored pokemon watched over him.

Guzma had accepted he would be alone forever, or as long as he was stuck on Alola. But then he had met Plumeria and a couple of the first grunts that would later make up Team Skull. They had all not fit into what society wanted them to be, and they found a friendship with one another.

They were stilled targeted by less than kind people, but they always stuck together as best as they could so no one was left alone. This was when Guzma met who would later become his boyfriend. One of the grunts had been alone, a bug using grunt on top of that. Their Cutiefly had posed by challenge to the bullies pokemon.

As the bullies had started to close in on the grunt, a loud hissed noise was heard before a long glowing body dragged itself between the bullies and their target. The large body twisted, and flames blasted from its face as it turned its angered eyes on the bullies. It hissed again as the bullies stood frozen, and it only seemed to somewhat relax as its owner approached.

The bullies turned as the pokemon they had never seemed hissed in the new persons direction, though this sound was much less threatening. There stood a tall man, with a calm or almost bored expression, his eyes tracking over the situation. The Grunt on the floor with a face wet from tears, being protected by his Centiskortch who had jumped from its pokeball, and the group of bullies.

(Y/N)s eyes turned cold as he stared down at the bullies, a displeased tone in his voice as he demanded an answer to what they thought they were doing. The bullies tried to come up with an excuse, and when that didn’t seem to have any effect on the man, they tried to explain how the grunt deserved to be bullied, and how pathetic the grunt was for using bug types.

The man had no facial reaction as he stepped in front of the grunt as he pulled a quickball from his belt, tossing it into the air and releasing a pokemon. It was clear it was a bug type, the new pokemon placing itself between the man and the bullies, releasing growls and chitters at them and their pokemon.  Centiskortch had quickly pushed itself to the front as well, its flames large and enraged.

The bullies didn’t back down though, their pride too powerful as they made their pokemon attack. That was when Guzma and Plumeria arrived, their eyes wide as they watched the man’s two pokemon completely wipe the floor with the bullies teams. The bullies had cursed him out when they lost, but the stoic expression on his face and in his voice had them running away.

(Y/N) had turned and crouched down to the grunt and helped them to their feet, he also offered to heal their pokemon for them. The two fire-bug types had stayed outside of their pokeballs, both ready if the bullies should return. That’s when the two leaders of Team Skull stepped in, and one thing led to another and (Y/N) decided to join the team, at least somewhat.

Guzma learned that the man was a traveler, had had traveled across many countries, had met and battled many people, and that Alola was his last stop. They had bonded over their love for bug types, and Guzma had been so excited to meet pokemon from outside of Alola. The leader of Team Skull hadn’t planned on developing feelings but it just happened, and one thing led to another and he ended up confessing on accident, and right when he was scared (Y/N) was gonna reject him, the usually stoic man had smiled a very tiny and careful smile as he confessed he felt the same way.

As if summoned by the thoughts, (Y/N) stepped in through the doors of Guzmas room, his Scizor following close behind him, his Alolan Marowak not far behind, both carrying large sacks with them. (Y/N) was carrying another large sack over his shoulder as well. He stopped in front of Guzma, his expression as stoic as always, but there was a faint glint in his eyes that meant he was excited about something.

“Whats up babe?” Guzma asked, still leaning on his hand, trying to ignore Vikavolt who had flown over to his chair and was nudging against his hand for pets. That’s when the tiny barely noticeable smile pulled onto (Y/N)s lips and he plopped the sack down at his feet, the fabric pulling open and z-crystals pouring out. Bug z-crystals.

Guzmas jaw dropped as the two pokemon following the man dropped their sacks as well, exposing even more crystals. It had to be all the crystals on the island there were so many, the Team Skull boss didn’t know how to react as his felt a grin grow on his face. Of course his handsome and strong boyfriend would be able to do something like this, why was he even surprised.

Guzma chuckled softly as he got to his feet, stepping over the many crystals as he leant in a kissed (Y/N), the other mans hands coming up to rest on Guzmas hips as he pulled him closer. They both ignored the sound of (Y/N)s pokeballs snapping open and releasing all his pokemon, the room becoming slightly cramped at all the pokemon in it alongside the two men.

That’s when they felt something coil around their bodies, the warm length of the body and the hissy noises it made as if laughing immediately let them know it was (Y/N)s first pokemon and trusted friend, Centiskortch. The bug-fire pokemon seemed to snicker at them as Guzma squaked at the action, but (Y/N) just rolled his eyes and leant down to kiss Guzma again.

Centiskortch got itself into a comfortable position around its trainer and its trainer’s partner, holding the two humans close as the pokemon decided to take a short nap. Guzma rested his head against (Y/N)s shoulder and released a sigh he didn’t know he was holding, maybe it wasn’t so bad as long as the stoic man was with him, he was sure tomorrow would be better.

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[mccn-bcys]

Hold My Hand

paring: din djarin x reader

summary: an accident happens when you went to the market alone. Din just wants to make sure you’re okay and insists he goes with you once you’re healed up to keep it from happening again.

warnings: angsty in one part, but overall full of fluff, Din and reader deny their feelings until they can’t anymore, mentions of blood, mention of injury

author’s note: this is my first din story so I really hope you guys like it because I really enjoyed writing it! Let me know if I made any mistakes and definitely let me know if you want some more! make sure to like, comment, and reblog!

word count: 3,320

“Haar’chak!” Din cursed loudly as he saw you walking - staggering was more like it - back to the ship. He knew he shouldn’t have let you go alone. He ran out of the ship and quickly ran up to you to catch you as you looked like you were about to crumble to the ground. He threw his arm around you so you could lean on him for support. 

“What the hell happened? I thought you were just going to the market!” He demanded. He didn’t exactly mean to to sound so demanding. He was just worried - scared.

He had wanted to go with you, but you had insisted he stay with the ship. You had said you just needed to get a few supplies and told him he should stay on the Crest, hang out with the Child or take a nap. He wouldn’t have been able to nap if he had wanted to, worried that something would’ve happened to you. And his fear came true.

Here you were hobbling back to the ship, covered in blood, cuts, and - 

“Is that a blaster shot?!” He asked as he got you back on the ship and sat you down, examining the bloody spot on your side. 

“Relax, Din, I’m fine, really,” you said softly, trying to catch your breath and hide any trace of pain that might be evident in your voice. 

The truth was: you weren’t fine. Far from it in fact. You were in so much pain. But you didn’t want to worry your Mandalorian. He would get so worried over the smallest things when it came to you - or the kid. So worried that he would go with you everywhere. And the one time he wasn’t with you...

“No you’re not fine, cyar’ika,” he said as he cupped your cheek with his gloved hand, making you look at him. “I’m going to get the med kit, don’t move.”

He got up and moved to grab the small med kit you had used so many times on him to patch him up when he came home beaten up. Now it was your turn, you supposed. 

“Din, you really don’t have to do this. I’ll be okay-” you started but you were cut off by yourself as you let out a gasp of pain when you tried to stand. 

“I told you to stay sitting,” he said as he hurried back, helping you sit back down gently. “Besides, I don’t mind it. You always take care of me, let me return the favor,” He said, looing you in the eyes. Even through his helmet you could feel the intensity of his gaze and knew better than to fight him on this. You wouldn’t win. So you gently nodded and let him start cleaning your wounds. “Now, tell me how all of this happened.”

“Well, as I said, I had gone to the market to grab some supplies,” you started explaining as he gently cleaned the small cuts on your face. “As I was leaving a shop, I hadn’t realized a couple locals had started a fight in the street, and guess who had walked right into it?” You chuckled lightly, trying to cut the tension a bit. Din didn’t think it was funny. “Anyways, one of them pulled a blaster and shot right as I walked between them, accidentally hitting me. They didn’t take too kindly to my interruption so, they pushed me out of the way and right into the booth of a glass maker. Just my luck, right?” 

“How in Maker’s name did you not see the fight going on?” He asked as he sprayed some bacta spray on the cuts on your face before looking down the the blaster would on your side, silently asking permission to lift you tunic slightly to better inspect it, and you have a slight nod. 

He silently thanked Maker for his helmet because otherwise you would’ve seen the heat rush to his cheeks as he pushed your tunic up. Had you not been in so much pain, you probably would’ve been blushing too. This was an intimate moment and you couldn’t even relish in it because of that damn fight. Then again, you wouldn’t be here if not for the fight. 

“I was looking at this little cloak I got for the kid, something to keep him warm when we go somewhere cold,” you admitted almost bashfully. 

Din adored how much you cared for the kid. You had started caring for him like he was your own and it warmed his heart. It was the reason Din had asked you to join them on the Razor Crest. The Child had taken a liking to you when he was visiting your planet and you seemed to have fallen in love with the kid, and so before Din could stop himself, he had offered to pay you to join them and watch the kid when he was out on jobs. 

Of course you had accepted, and after a while you had started turning down your payments much to Din’s confusion. You had said that as long as you got to stay with the kid, have a rood over your head, food to eat, and Din coming home safely, that was all the payment you needed. 

Din came to realize later that that was possibly the moment he realized he loved you. Seeing how much you cared for him and the kid, it was hard not to fall for you. Of course, he never told you of these feelings, sure that you didn’t feel the same.

He let out one of his signature sighs. “Well, I’m sure the kid will appreciate it,” he said softly before turning his attention back to wound and starting to clean it. You hummed softly as you watched him work.

He was so gentle with you. Like he was scared he was going to break you, despite being pretty beaten up. It was one of your favorite things about him; how gentle he was with you and the kid. He never raised his voice at you, always looked out for you, made sure you had everything you needed and more. You had never seen his face but you were going to guess that he was just as beautiful as his spirit was. 

Little did he know, you had fallen in love with him as well. The feelings had snuck up on you out of no where while you were watching him play with the kid. His armor and helmet and intimidating persona were all just for show. Only you got to see the true Mandalorian. The true Din. 

A shock of pain ripped through you, breaking you from your thoughts as you let out a cry of pain, causing Din to panic, worried he had done something wrong. 

“I think there’s some broken glass in there,” you said, trying to breath through the pain that just increased at the discovery. He must’ve accidentally touched it as he tried cleaning. He looked back at the wound and saw that you were right. 

“It’s a pretty big piece. I’ll have to pull it out before I can put the bacta spray on it,” he said, looking back at you. You had gotten pretty good at reading him through the helmet. He was asking permission to pull out the glass, both of you knowing it was gonna hurt like a bitch. You sucked in a big breath and quickly nodded, ready for it to be over. 

He gave a single nod of his head and moved to pull out the glass, wincing at the way you cried out in pain. He hoped he’d never have to hear it again after this.

“Stop! Stop!” You suddenly cried, making him stop his movements quickly as he looked back at you. “I can’t- can’t we just leave it?” You asked, hoping there was an easier way, a less painful way to heal this wound. 

Din tilted his head as he looked at you softly, wishing he could take away your pain. He brought his bare hand up- when did he talk off his gloves - and wiped your tears away. “Oh, cyar’ika,” he said softly. “we have to take the glass out or it will get infected,” he gently broke the news to you, causing you to groan. “You’re going to be fine, you can do this,” he assured you gently.

“No, Din, I can’t do this,” you shook your head, wanting to find another way. He continued to hold you face and turned your head to make you look at him. The gentle way he held you somehow making your breathing calm down. 

“Yes you can,” he said, taking one of his hands and holding it out in front of you, offering it to you. “Hold my hand. You’re going to be fine,” his soft voice giving you the assurance you needed, telling you that he was here for you and would be here with you. 

You nodded faintly, reaching a hand out to hold his. You both had to keep yourselves from reacting to the feeling of his rough calloused hand holding your soft one. You softly looked him in the eye and gave a soft nod, letting him know that he could continue. He gave your hand a gentle reassuring squeeze before using his other hand to try and remove the glass. 

You squeezed his hand hard as you started screaming from the pain. You were squeezing hard enough that it felt like you might break it. Though Din didn’t care, all he cared about was healing you. Din decided at that moment that he would never let anything bad ever happen to you again. Because he hated when you were in pain. It broke his heart with every cry you made. 

After what felt like hours, the piece of glass was finally out, leaving you to be able to breath again, to calm down. Din immediately put down the piece of glass and brought both of his hands back to the side of your face. You silently decided that you loved the feeling of his hands cupping your face. It felt like home. 

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he lightly chuckled, causing you to let out a soft, breathless chuckle of your own. “I knew you could do it, cyar’ika. You’re so strong,” he whispered as he looked at you softly. 

His words caused your cheeks to burn as you tried to look away from him to hide it. But he wasn’t having that. He brought your face close to his helmet, your breathing picking up as your heart started beating so loud you could swear he could hear it. You let him rest your forehead against his cool beskar helmet. You didn’t quite know exactly what the gesture meant, but you knew it was a very intimate gesture, feeling his intense gaze through the T shaped visor of his helmet. 

He held you like that for a few moments. He watched as you closed your eyes, relaxing under his touch and against the metal that separated your faces. If only you knew how special this moment was for him. How much it meant that you seemed at peace in this moment instead of pushing him away. “You’re okay now,” he said gently to you, but mostly to himself.

Finally, he pulled away and lightly cleared his throat. Turning back to the med kit, he grabbed the bacta spray and sprayed it on the wound and gently wrapped it in gauze, all while you tried to slow down your heartbeat and clear the heat from creeping up your cheeks again. When he was finished, he slowly stood, and offered you his hand to help you stand. “Now you need to rest and let that heal,” he said as you took his hand and stood up.

He was suddenly shy, it seemed. For reasons that were lost on you. Surely not after that moment the two of you shared, you thought. 

You wanted to fight him on the matter, tell him you were fine. But you knew that was a fight you’d lose. So you quietly listened and let him take care of you. He gently led you to your sleeping quarters and helped you lay down before leaving you alone with you thoughts as you laid down and drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted.

He, however, headed back to the cockpit. He threw himself into his seat and put his head in his hands, trying to calm his racing heart. His heart had been through so much in the past few minutes. From fear, to love, to soft. He was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. However, after a minute, he felt a pair of eyes on him, and he slowly turned to look over at the seat to his right, where he found a pair of inky blacks eyes watching him, glancing from where he had come from and then back to him. 

“Oh no, absolutely not. Not right now at least. Maybe some other time,” he told the Child, knowing exactly what he had been thinking. Instead he tried to redirect his thoughts from you - which was proving to be harder everyday - and picked up the kid. “Why don’t we get you something to eat.”

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You heard the clearing of a throat that stopped you dead in your tracks. 

Damn it, you thought as you slowly turned around a big innocent grin on your face. 

“And just where do you think you’re going, cyar’ika?” The Mandalorian stood at the top of the boarding ramp, his arms crossed sternly across his chest. 

It had been 2 weeks since you had been injured and he had been watching over you like a convor. Not letting you out of his sights unless you needed to use the ‘fresher. It was sweet and endearing how he cared for you, making sure you were never uncomfortable or hurting as your body healed. It did aggravate you at times, insisting that you could do things on your own, but he still hovered a bit. After a while you just let him do it, to help him feel better. He even still had the habit of doing it even now that you were completely healed.

So here you were. You had thought he had laid down for a nap with the kid, so you took the opportunity to sneak out and go back to the market. Apparently that plan had been spoiled. 

“...back out to the market?” You said, though it came out like a question as you became bashful that he had caught you sneaking out. 

“Without us?” He asked, gesturing between him and the Child who was looking at you curiously. 

“I thought you guys were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you,” you answered truthfully. I also wanted a moment without you worrying about what step I made.

“You could’ve woke us. We don’t mind going with you,” he insisted as he walked down the ramp to meet you. 

“But you don’t have to go with me, you know,” you said, causing his head to tilt a little. “I would be fine on my own.”

He let out a single laugh, as if in disbelief. “Yeah, like last time?” He said, throwing the event in your face. Almost like it had been your fault. Your eyebrows furrowed as you got defensive. 

“Hey, I know better this time. I’ll be sure to watch where I’m going and what’s going on around me,” you declared. You weren’t just some kid, you learned from your mistakes. 

“You’ll watch where your going because I’ll be there to make sure you don’t get into any trouble,” he brushed past you. Why was he pushing so hard about this?

“I’m not a kid, Din. You don’t have to hover over me like I might take the wrong breath!” He stopped walking and turned around to face you.

“I know you’re not a kid. But I’m going to go and make sure you stay out of trouble,” he fought back.

“Why? Do you not trust me?” You asked. 

Of course, he trusted you. He trusted you more than anyone in the galaxy. 

“Then why won’t you let me do this on my own?” You demanded.

“Because I can’t lose you!” He all but yelled back at you. Suddenly, it felt like everything around him fell quiet. Your face changed to a look of shock. Well that confession was out in the open now. No taking it back now. 

“Din-”

“I can’t lose you. I couldn’t stand it when you were hurt, and I don’t want to see you like that again. I just want to protect you, to keep you safe,” He continued softly, stepping closer to you until you were just inches apart. 

“Why?” you asked simply, looking down at the ground. You had a hard time with how intensely he was looking at you as he spoke.

“You mean more to me than you know.”

Oh. 

While you were looking at the ground, he sighed and made up his mind. If you didn’t believe his words, he would just show you what you mean to him. You heard the hiss of air and looked up at him to see what was happening only to gasp and look away once you realized what he was doing. 

“Din, what are you-”

“You can look, cyar’ika,” he said softly. 

Still you refused. Only children and partners could see him without his helmet. Did that mean-

“Are you sure?” You asked after a moment, so many meanings wrapped into that question. 

 “Yes,” with that small word, he answered every question.

Oh. 

And so you turned around slowly, heart beating wildly as you were finally able to drink him in. This. This was the true Din. 

Your Din.

From his dark unruly curls, to his dark eyes, to his aquiline nose, to the stubble on his jaw. He was perfect. And now he was yours. Removing his helmet told you that much.

You didn’t even know you had been crying until he started wiping your tears. You were so overwhelmed with emotion.

“I understand if you don’t feel the same. But you need to know how I feel,” he whispered and you answered in the only way that felt appropriate to you. 

You stood on your toes and crashed your lips on his, hoping to translate all the words you didn’t know how to say in to that kiss. He was shocked at first, not prepared for that response, but it wasn’t long before he was kissing you back with just as much passion. Both of you telling each other so much without uttering a word. You wanted to stay like that forever. And probably would have if not for the small coo the Child made as he watched you two. 

You both pulled away from each other, catching your breath and you both chuckled looking down at the little green child. You picked him up and gave a kiss to his head. He looked between you and Din expectantly. 

“Yeah, kid,” Din simply said, causing the child to erupt into happy cheers, which in turn caused you and Din to look at each other and laugh. 

“I guess he’s been wanting that to happen just as much as we did,” you smiled at Din as he picked up his helmet and put it back on. 

“I suppose so.”

“Alright...who wants to go to the market?” You asked, laughing as the kid cheered again. 

And so you all walked into town together, you and Din holding hands while you carried the child around from booth to booth. You were now feeling better than you had in weeks. And Din? He was feeling like he was the luckiest person in the entire galaxy. 

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[itsjusthockey]

When The Partys Over Pt. 2 - Jack Hughes

Here it is, my heart and soul. Enjoy.

wc:4,466 (credit to gif maker)(don't steal my work)

Content Warning: Swearing, major angst

Part 1 (read first)

Unpublished For Fun First Draft

But nothin' is better sometimes

Once we've both said our goodbyes

When the words fall from your lips, and the sentence registers in his brain, it smacks Jack harder than any hockey hit ever has, and even though you’re the one who’s wasted, he suddenly feels like he wants to pass out.

Instead, he pauses by the door, his entire body freezing, trying to register if he heard you correctly or if being around you just makes him crazy. For what feels like a century, he concentrates on his breathing skills, taking a shaky breath in and letting it go, hoping the extra oxygen will help his brain makes sense of what you’ve thrown at him. He knows you’re drunk, incredibly so, and you probably have no idea what you're saying.

He breaks his focus when he hears slight shuffling behind him, and even though he doesn’t want to, he slowly turns to face you. When his eyes land on your figure, you’re sitting up in his bed, his sheets pooling around your waist. You’re not looking at him for a moment, instead staring out his window, watching the world outside intently, but as if you feel his stare, you tear your eyes away from Jersey and allow your eyes to meet his. You blink slowly, once, twice, and a tear falls from your left eye.

“You fucked me up there for a while.”

You finish the sentence with a forced laugh, and you quickly wipe another tear away, almost seeming embarrassed. Jack feels his face flush, and his heart begins to pound. He can practically hear the thumping in his ears, and his stomach flips in circles. He can’t swallow; the lump forming tight in his throat won’t let him, and even worse, his hands start shaking. His heart is cracking, breaking into a million tiny pieces, and his body is letting him know.

The weight of your words stills time, and he feels like you’re both trapped in the suspended gravity of the moment. Your confession, clearly vulnerable and raw, reverberates through his entire being, continuing to tear him apart bit by bit.

Among the uncomfortable silence, the room grows smaller, almost suffocating, as Jack tries to find his voice. He wants to comfort you, hold you, reach out and understand why you feel this way and why he is the reason why. It’s only been seconds, but he’s trying to play out the entire last year, pinpoint the exact moment where he could have fucked up so badly to make you feel the way you do.

“Wha-what did I do?” His voice is small, almost pleading, as he asks.

You let out a shallow breath, and Jack can almost see the wheels turning inside your head. He has no idea what you’re about to say, and everything that has come out of your mouth is a whiplash, so he can’t even begin to guess.

Your eyes flicker with a mix of emotions—regret, longing, and a hint of resignation—as Jack watches you search for the right words to explain what you’re feeling. It’s as if you're carefully selecting each syllable, fully aware of the impact they will have on him, and you’re scared he’ll break.

“You didn't do anything wrong, Jack," you finally say, your voice soft but laced slightly with bittersweet sadness. "At least not intentionally, and not something you had any control over. My feeling are my own, and I can’t blame you for them.”

Your words hang heavy in the air, and Jack's heart tightens impossibly further as he tries to decipher their meaning. The knots in his stomach tighten with each passing second, and a mixture of anxiety, dread, and anticipation fills the room.

“Do you remember when we met?” You ask, your voice timid.

Jack's mind races, searching through the corridors of memories, until he finds the moment you're referring to—the night that he finally felt a spark of something real, which laid the foundation for the relationship. He nods slowly, his eyes locked with yours, urging you to continue.

An almost wistful smile crosses your lips, and Jack can almost hear the nostalgia coloring your voice. "The crowded bar, the 2000s club music blaring, that stupid fucking costume you were wearing, and it wasn’t even Halloween.”

As you speak, Jack's gaze softens, and the memory floods back as if it was yesterday—your infectious laughter when he’d made a stupid joke as he bought you a drink, the way your eyes sparkled with excitement when he told you he hated mushrooms too, and the genuine connection that bloomed from one single night.

“I think a part of me fell in love with you right away,” you continue, your voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "In the midst of the chaos, it seemed like we both understood who the person was beneath the facade we put on for the crowd.”

Jack comprehends the weight of your words, realizing that maybe, just maybe, It wasn't just one moment that "fucked you up," but rather a million things he never noticed right away.

“Jack?” You break him out of his headspace, patting the bed beside you. “You’re making this a million times worse just standing by the door looking like I’m killing you. “

Jack realizes he probably hasn’t moved an inch since you started speaking. So he swallows hard, takes a few hesitant steps toward the bed, and sits down. When he settles, you turn to face him and continue.

“It was my fault for getting attached to you so quickly," you sigh. “I think I knew it was too good to be true, and sex was all we would have. But I’d hoped that you were different from the way you looked at me; I’d hoped we’d fight against it, and somehow we’d end up together. “

Before he even knows what’s happening, his own tears are streaming down his face. He thought earlier, when he saw you cry, that nothing would hurt him more, but even though he thinks he’s going to die a lot when he’s with you, this might actually kill him.

A profound ache settles in his chest, intertwining with the shards of his own shattered heart. Your vulnerability cuts through the room, leaving him exposed and raw with emotions he didn’t even know he had. What makes everything worse? When you pause, noticing his tears, you grab his hand and intertwine your fingers through his.

“Anyway, after a while, I got really tired. Like all of a sudden, I was drained of everything I had. I was sick of trying to force something that just wasn't there. And after some major soul-searching and my friends helping me, it clicked. I had to remove my love for you. Tell myself that even though I thought you were everything, you weren’t. So I decided I needed to be done.”

Jack hangs on to every word.

“So I moved on, even though I kinda suck at it because look where I am. But I decided to finally try to allow my heart to let go, close this chapter of my life and start a new one.”

Jack's heart sinks as he listens to your painful admission. The grip of your intertwined fingers provides a fragile lifeline, a small, tenuous connection that somehow manages to offer a glimmer of comfort amidst his shattering soul.

Tears continue to flow out of both your eyes, intermingling with the unspoken words that Jack is trying so hard to find a way to say.

He knows beneath his own heartache; there is a sliver of understanding. He knows that sometimes, moving on is the only choice, even if it feels impossible. But he also knows that he loves you now, somehow even more than anything in the world, and he doesn’t know if he can live without you.

As silence stretches between you, Jack knows time is ticking, and he finally musters the strength to respond.

“I love you,” he whispers, admitting it openly to you for the first time. “I can't pretend that I don’t and that I can just walk away because, for that past half a year, you’ve been all I’ve been able to think about.“

His heart races in his chest, pounding with the force of his love for you. His voice quivers as he continues, desperate to convey the depth of his feelings for you.

“I am so sorry (Y/N), so fucking sorry that I didn’t see how you felt at the beginning. My life was a fucking mess. I hated hockey, I hated living here, and I hated myself. I only cared about a quick high to distract myself from my constant lows, and I couldn’t see anything past that, and I’m so so sorry.”

Jack tightens his grip on your hand, trying to bridge the distance that separates you. His eyes search yours, looking for signs of forgiveness and any chance he has for a future with you.

“You’re everything to me, and I’ve been trying to show you that, but clearly, we both just fucking suck at communication and feelings. But I want this (Y/N); I want you. More than anything.”

Tears are streaming heavily down both your faces, and Jack watches as you wipe them away with your free hand, gently sniffling. You’re both waiting, unsure of what to do next when you speak again.

“Well, this is not how I expected the night to go.” You try to joke, Jack letting out a small snort.

“I know, a lot of information just came to light.”

Jack glances at the clock and sees that it’s incredibly late, and when he peers outside his window, he sees that the city of Jersey is dead asleep, completely unaware of the mess unfolding in two of its inhabitants' lives.

“We should go to sleep, think about things.” Jack offers.

For the first time ever, when he’s offered you to stay, you do. You nod in agreement, wipe away the remnants of tears from your cheeks, and give a small, tired, and maybe still a little drunk smile. Both of you are emotionally drained, and the idea of sleep seems like paradise.

Jack helps you slide under the covers, tucking you in with gentle care for the second time tonight, but this time he feels an odd sense of clarity in understanding of you. He gets you settled, grabbing more water and anything else you could ever need before he moves to leave the room.

“You can stay, Jack; your couch sucks.”

Before he can stop himself, a laugh escapes him, and he steps back into the room. He isn’t sure if sleeping next to you is the best idea for his sake, but he also knows it would take a swat team to remove him now. Grabbing a few other things, he moves to the other side of the bed and settles in beside you, leaving a respectable distance between you for the moment.

His heart about stops, however, when your hands find his again as if you’re seeking comfort in the touch that connects you.

Jack's eyes grow heavy, and he’s fighting off the sleep demons when you take your hand out from his. For a moment, he feels a pang of loss when you pull away. But as if you’re trying to repair his broken heart, you gently shift closer to him. Jack wraps his arm around you instinctively, pulling you to his chest until your bodies are molded together, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

Jack has never felt more complete as he gently traces circles on your back, his touch soothing on your skin, healing the ache in his heart.

As the minutes tick past, Jack can beat your breathing steady out, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, a silent gesture of reassurance and affection for himself. He quickly feels himself falling away with the warmth of your body pressed against his and the immense amount of love that he has for you.

——————————————————-

When morning sunlight seeps through the curtains and almost blinds Jack, he awakens from the best sleep he’s ever had. His eyes peel open, and the events of last night flood his mind. He quickly turns, expecting to see you still by his side. But as reality sets in, his heart sinks when he realizes you're no longer there.

He sits up, his mind foggy with sleep, and rubs his eyes, desperately trying to shake off the sleepiness. He glances around the room and looks in the bathroom, searching for any sign of you, and that's when he notices a faint sound coming from the kitchen.

Curiosity tugs at him as he makes his way towards the kitchen, his unease ending as he finds you standing with your hands on your hips in front of his coffee maker. You’re still clad in his clothes, and you look so goddamn adorable; he wishes he could stay right here forever.

“Hey, morning, uh—,” you clear your throat, gesturing to the coffee pot. “Want some?”

Jack smiles and nods as you grab two cups. Seconds later, you place a steaming brew on one side of his table, and he sits behind it. He gives you a thank you as you fill your own cup, moving to sit down across from him.

You look up, meeting his gaze, and there's a hint of uncertainty in your eyes that cuts through him like a knife. He grows even more anxious when you take a deep breath and set your cup on the counter.

“I had a little time to think this morning,” you say softly. "I needed to think about the mess last night, which I’m really sorry about, by the way. I shouldn’t have blindsided you like that, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m glad I did because we’ve needed to talk for a while, and I haven’t been able to bring myself to do it. But now is the time, and we can end this here.”

End this?

You take another deep breath. "Last night...everything we said, it made me realize that I don't think you love me, Jack. I think you love an idea of what we could be rather than what we are.”

“No,” he protests softly, "I don’t know what you mean.”

A sad smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you shake your head. "I think you need to understand what I do, Jack. We aren’t meant to be. If we were, we would’ve. I loved you once, Jack, with everything I had. But it's gone now, and I don't think it can come back without killing me. I can't keep holding onto something that isn’t there.”

“What about last night?” He chokes out. “You didn’t feel that?

There's a painful silence between you, filled. Jack can feel his world crumbling around him after it felt whole for the first time last night.

“I'm sorry, Jack," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "This past year, we’ve had some great nights, but I can’t keep doing this to myself. We aren’t good for each other, and I think you know that too.”

You grab his hand once more, giving it a quick squeeze. As you both sit there, hands entwined and hearts heavy, realization washes over Jack. You don’t feel the same as you did once, but it’s gone now. You’ve moved on, and he’s holding you here.

Jack has never experienced true heartbreak, but he guesses this is it because it feels like a thousand knives are piercing his soul, and numbness spreads through his body.

You both sit in silence for a while, lost in your own thoughts and emotions, when you finally break the silence.

“I want you to know that I genuinely care about you, and I always will.“ You manage a weak smile before getting up.

“I should go.” You say, moving to gather the few things you had with you the night before.

Jack wordlessly watches as you leave him, his body staying trapped in this seat. He waits, and a few minutes later, you come out dressed in the clothes you’d had on the night before. He watches as you pick up your heels, grab your phone, and cross the room once more to where he’s sitting.

You pause in front of him, your eyes searching his for a moment before you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. It's a bittersweet kiss, filled with heartbreaking emotions and the weight of what could have been.

With that, you offer him one last small smile, straightening up and turning away from him. You walk towards the door and open it, turning around one last time.

“Goodbye, Jack.”

The sentence is final, and a hollow feeling settles in his chest as the door shuts quietly behind you, signaling your last goodbye.

Let's just let it go

Jack is distracted, and it’s all your fault. Well, it is, but it isn’t. He shouldn’t blame you; he knows that’s not the mature thing to do. But he is a simple man, and it’s easier to say his game is off because of someone else rather than owning up to the fact that he’s struggling.

For the past two days, he can't focus on anything else but you during hockey practice. Every move he makes feels robotic as if he's going through the motions without actual purpose. He misses easy passes, shoots wide on every attempted goal, and falls on his ass at each free skate. Every time he finally gets in the right frame of mind, his thoughts drift back to you, and the cycle begins all over again.

It’s about an hour into morning practice when Jack feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns to see Luke, looking at him with concern and a hint of annoyance.

“You okay?" Luke asks, “You seem a little…off.”

Jack has two options, play it cool, or get defensive. He chooses option two.

“Fuck off, just had a rough couple days.”

Luke rolls his eyes, clearly unconvinced, but doesn’t push.

“Whatever you say.”

Jack lets out an annoyed huff as it’s his turn to drill, skating away from Luke and running through the play. He makes it most of the way through with ease, but when it’s time for him to shoot, it hits the boards about ten feet from where he aimed.

Frustration wells up inside as he watches the puck slide to a halt. He’s been playing terribly. His brother knows it, his team knows it, and now he does, and it's eating him alive. Jack mutters out a few under his breath and skates back to the line.

Luke, ever observant and fed up, skates back to Jack with new determination.

“So I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but snap out of it. You're better than this."

It’s tough love, and Jack's jaw tenses, his pride wounded a bit. He doesn't want to admit that a girl is causing his downfall, that your absence has left a void in his heart and made him suck at hockey.

“I’m fine,” Jack finally mutters, "I just... I have to figure things out.”

Luke claps him on the back hard and nods. “Good, just let it go.”

Just let it go.

Let me let you go

As if you dropped from the face of the earth, Jack hasn’t seen you. Not that he’s been looking. He hasn’t seen you at the bagel place, not at the bar, not at the library on your campus that he may have snuck into. You’re absolutely nowhere to be found.

He thinks you’re avoiding him, or maybe you just don’t care and forget he even existed.

Jack has no idea you’re in your own hell, going back and forth every day, debating if ending things was the right decision. You know it was, but it still hurts. You don’t check Instagram, you don’t watch hockey, and you stay away from all things that have to do with the boy you once loved.

Jack has no idea that you feel the heartbreak the same as him, and he has no idea that you watched him walk into the bagel place, head down, looking just as dejected as you.

He has no idea that you suddenly told your friend you weren't hungry or that you went home and cried again because even though you’re healing, you’re moving on, you still think about all the things that happened and all the things that could have been.

Jack has no idea it was just as hard for you to walk out the door, and that letting him go hurts like hell.

Quiet when I'm comin' home, and I'm on my own

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

*two months later*

Two months have passed since you walked out of Jacks's life, and every minute he thought it’d get easier, it hasn’t.

But, as his mom, dad, and brothers have been telling him ever since he spilled the reason why he’s been a complete and utter mess, he has to move on with his life.

So, slowly but surely, he regained his focus and got back to his regular routine. He drowned his thoughts in the rink, and hockey, once again, became his refuge. Providing him with a sense of purpose and a distraction from the pain that weighs on his heart daily.

He still thinks about you every day, though. Thinks about the good memories and our bad, the inside jokes from the late nights, and all the what-ifs.

He wishes he could move on, he really does, but you invade his mind when he least expects it. He could be doing anything, and suddenly he’s daydreaming about you. But finally, he’s learning to keep those thoughts at bay, push them aside and bury them deep when they try to surface.

He knows that suppressing his feeling is bad and that, eventually, it will all bubble to the surface. But it’s easier this way to pretend you don’t matter and try to move on.

One day, after a particularly grueling practice, Jack decides to treat Luke to his favorite bagel place he’s been avoiding. It’s been months since he’s seen you, and what are the odds of seeing you there?

Apparently, really fucking high.

As Jack and Luke enter the bagel place, the familiar smell makes him slightly ache; he tells Luke about his favorite things on the menu. It isn’t until they order, step back and wait that his heart skips a beat and then stands entirely still.

Jack hears you before he sees you, your perfect laugh echoing behind him, his heart melting as you hiccup a bit, continuing to have trouble breathing between chuckles.

His breath catches in his throat, and he doesn’t want to look, but he turns around anyway. There you are, sitting in your favorite corner table. You look a little bit different but still just as beautiful, and every bit the woman he is still hopelessly in love with.

He almost lets a smile cross his face when it’s wiped away before it can even form.

You’re not alone.

You’re sitting across from a guy whose face he can’t see. He’s clad in a tight black t-shirt that shows off his broad shoulders and a backward cap that Jack knows is your favorite way men wear their hats. You’re laughing again at something the guy says, leaning away from the table slightly and rolling your eyes. Even though you’re playing to look annoyed, he can see how your eyes light up with genuine amusement.

Jack feels a million things at once, primarily pain, and it’s coming from his chest. His heart, after repairing itself bit by bit for two long months, is being ripped open all over again.

He genuinely feels bile rise in his throat when Luke nudges him, "Hey, are you alright?"

Jack is utterly speechless, and he can’t even begin to compose himself as Luke follows his stare, his eyes landing on you.

They both watch as the guy at your table leans in closer, his hands finding yours and intertwining them with his own. Jack's stomach churns again as you smile, blush, and laugh again.

Jack has to fight to keep upright, and he knows he has to get the hell out of here. He can't bear to watch any longer, to witness the love of his life be happy with someone else while he’s still broken.

Not waiting for anything, Jack breaks for the door and out into the open air, trying to get more oxygen to his brain.

The next twenty minutes are a blur, and they make their way back to Jacks's apartment. He’s silent, replaying the vision of you with someone else over and over again. He’s hurting harder than he ever thought possible. He felt he was moving on, making progress, forgetting about you. But seeing you with someone else has reopened the wound he tried so hard to heal.

Sitting alone in his room, Jack knows now that pretending you don't matter and burying his feelings deep inside is only a temporary fix. The harsh truth is that he still loves you,

and It kills him that you’re finally moving on.

He should be happy, you’re happy, and when you love someone, that’s all you want. It is for them to be happy. You got what you wanted, a clean break from him, and you found a way to repair yourself from the damage that the relationship has caused you.

An hour later, Luke walks into the room, making sure he’s still there.

“Are you gonna make it?”

It’s a simple question with an extremely difficult answer. He knows deep down that he needs to let you go, focus on himself, and let you be happy without him.

He owes it to himself to try to heal, focus on other things, and hope that one day, you’ll just be someone he used to know.

But for now, he’ll settle for the heartbreak, let his heart mend at its own pace, and think about you. For a little while longer, you’ll be the girl he’s in love with. The girl who made him realizes love is real. The girl who taught him love is cruel. The girl he’s trying to move on from, and one day will, but for now, you’ll be the girl who means everything to him.

“Yeah Lukey, I’ll be okay.”

I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

#hockey #hockey boys #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #imagine #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #hockey fic #nhl hockey #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes #new jersey devils #nj devils #when the party's over #part 2 #original story #my work #x reader

[widowwaddles]

The Aftermath

Part 2 of the Yelena the Match Maker - The (Late) Valentine's Day Special

Pairing: Wanda x Reader

Warnings: insecure Wanda, a bit more angsty than I intended but a happy ending, and an even more "happy" bonus ending

W/c: ~1.5k

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​, @username23345, @nikkinss

A/n: it’s not the best, but it’s been sitting in my drafts for months lol

You weren’t too sure what to expect when you knocked on Wanda’s door. You already knew she was expecting you, but as you knocked on the door, you couldn’t help but get nervous. Despite having all the evidence needed to clear your name, you didn’t know how Wanda would react – if she’d even believe you. This was the most upset you’ve ever seen her, she ignored you when she left the community center and didn’t even wait for you in the parking lot so you could drive to her house together.

What really set shivers down your spine was the text you received from Natasha, telling you to fix this issue with Wanda before she takes matters into her own hands. Natasha was very protective over Wanda, as she stood by her side through the highs and lows of her relationship with Vision. You tried to explain that her sister was the mastermind before this, but she just left you on read. Not the best sign, especially if it is any reflection of what’s to come for your conversation with Wanda.

She opens the door, not even bothering to look as she turns back inside. She walks back towards her couch, crossing her arms and giving you an expectant look when you enter the room. You sat on the couch, looking up at Wanda as you waited for her next move. You couldn’t help but feel like a child about to be scolded at this moment. It would be a funny memory to bring up in the future IF you can save your relationship. You silently curse Yelena as Wanda sits on the completely opposite side of the couch.

“Wanda, I-”

“Before you start, I just wanted to say something to you” she interrupts, causing you to look at her in surprise. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about since we decided to give this a chance, and everything that happened today kinda put it all in perspective” The moment those words left her mouth, your heart started to ache. This was not the direction you were hoping this conversation would go. You start to protest, but she silences you with one firm look.

“I don’t want you to interrupt me. I don’t think I will be able to get it all out if you do. Please” she finishes off her plea with a cracked voice. You give her a look, silently promising to keep your word.

“From the moment we met, I knew you were special. I had no idea that it would be anything beyond a friendship, and I definitely did not believe that it would progress as fast as it did. Honestly, I’ve never been happier and I’m so thankful to you because I never thought I’d get to experience it again” Her eyes start to water, as she smiles. “I don’t have much experience when it comes to relationships or friends. Vision was my first for everything after I moved here, and he was supposed to be my last…until he wasn’t. I know what happens when things move too fast and you lose parts of who you are because you’re so desperate to keep it from falling apart. And I’m so scared of that happening to us, and having to lose you because of it” She shifts her focus to her hands as more tears start to fall from her eyes. You move towards her, grabbing her hands before she can start picking (a habit you’ve discovered in the months you’ve been dating).

“After the divorce, I thought I was done with relationships altogether. I believed I was too broken to ever have that chance again. Until you came along. I’ve never had this, something that feels so balanced and healthy. Everything is so new to me, these feelings are so new to me. I just want to let it consume me; to just keep you close and never let go. But that wouldn’t be fair to you” Wanda pulls away. “I don’t want to force you into something you’re not ready for. I know that we decided to take things slow so It wasn’t fair of me to get so upset about someone buying you flowers. You should be allowed to keep your options open, especially with all of the baggage I have. It’s probably better that you figure it out now, rather than later” Wanda ends, giving you a strained smile.

“Am I allowed to speak now?” you ask.

“Yes”

“I understand what you have said, about not wanting things to move too fast and it ultimately leading to the downfall of our relationship. I have the same fears too, but I would NEVER treat you the way Vision did. I don’t see you as broken. I see you as a strong, loving woman and mother. Someone who’s continued to push forward despite everything life has thrown her way. Someone that I find myself falling for (and over) ever since we met. Yeah, it may be too soon for me to be saying these things but it’s hard not to when you’ve met someone this perfect. I can’t even explain how deep my feelings go, but I just want you to know that you aren’t alone in this. And you will never be again if you’ll allow me to stay by your side. I don’t want to ‘keep my options open’ when I have the best thing in front of me. You are all I want, I promise you. Despite everything that’s happened in the past, and we have no idea where things will go in the future, as long as you’re the only constant in my life I don’t care what happens” You move closer to Wanda, bringing your hand up to wipe her tears.

“I know you’ve been told so many empty promises, but I want to prove it to you” She brings her hand up to cover yours. She nods her head, tears filling her eyes again but this time was different. They were tears of relief and security.

“And the first step to our future, is this” Using your other hand, you pull out the receipts from your pocket. It wasn’t as smooth as you thought it would be, but you held it out for Wanda to take. You watch as she reads the papers and the moment it all clicks in her head. Wanda crumples the papers and throws her body into your arms.

“I’m going to kill her” her voice muffled by your body.

“You and me both” wrapping your arms around her and holding her tightly against you. Honestly, you weren’t that upset with Yelena anymore in that moment, you were just happy you got to hold Wanda again. The crisis was averted and you just wanted to revel in the moment. Tomorrow you could think of revenge.

*** Bonus "Alternative" Ending (18+, suggestive content below)

It took a lot of groveling.

“Wanda, I’ve already shown you the receipt, why are you still angry with me?” you whine.

Wanda glances between you and the receipt on her table, a frown settled on her face.

And I mean a lot of groveling.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me Wanda, I would never want to jeopardize that.” You say wrapping your arms around Wanda tightly, pulling her into you as you fall back onto her couch. Wanda stays still, relishing in the warmth of your body for a moment before pulling away. You think she’s going to stand up and leave, a pout instantly making its way onto your lips, but to your surprise - she straddles your lap.

“I trust you and I believe you about Yelena being behind this” she leans down, close to your ear before continuing. “I just don’t like the idea of anyone buying you flowers” Pulling away to look you in the eyes, you see hers have darkened. Leaning forward you try to kiss her but she backs up. Her hand pushes on your chest until you're lying flat against the cushions again.

“I think you need to be reminded who you belong to” Grabbing your hand she pins them above your head. She grabs your neck, tilting it to the side before pressing a kiss against your pulse point.

“And no touching until I’m done,” she says, before diving into your neck and marking her territory. You couldn’t help but think that this is what Yelena meant when she said Wanda was going to destroy you. Wanda doesn’t give your mind much time to think about anything else as she draws moans from your throat, only motivating her to go harder.

After practically completely covering your neck, Wanda pulls away with a satisfied look.

“You know that I’m yours, right?” She grabs your hands leading them to her hips. She smiles at how responsive you are, your hands slightly lowering and gripping her tight, as you nod your head eagerly. She leans down again, this time hovering over your lips.

“Then prove it to me”

And so you did until any remaining doubts plaguing Wanda’s mind faded along with her consciousness as she lay against your chest that night. You kiss her head, as you think of how your next conversation with Yelena will go. Even though you ended up enjoying the outcome, if it wasn’t for the receipts, you don’t even think you’d still be in a relationship. Deciding this is something you’d have to deal with tomorrow, you pull Wanda into you

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #dontgobakingmyheart

[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 29: Homecoming

You arrive on Tatooine and learn more about the quarry - and your past. A continuation of Beskar Doll ch. 1-28 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut :D No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only

Length: 6.3k

“Mando!” A small woman with curly brown hair was waiting for you at the bottom of the ramp when you exited the Razor Crest. “Starting to wonder when I’d see your… well, not face, around here again!” 

She shooed away the droids who were starting to swarm the ship. 

“C’mon you guys, you know the drill!” She said. “No droids on the Razor Crest!” 

You glanced up at the Mandalorian, hoping for some indication of who this woman was, the kid tight in your arms. There was a sinking knot in your stomach. What if she was one of his “women who were interested.” You chewed the inside of your cheek. It didn’t matter. Shouldn’t matter. It’s not like the man had made you any promises. He didn’t owe you anything. You owed him, in fact. She noticed you there, then. 

“And you brought a friend!” She looked you up and down. “That’s a first.” 

“Peli, this is Essa,” Mando looked at you. “We’re working together.” 

“Remember what happened the last time you tried to take on an aspiring bounty hunter?” She asked. “You really want to do that again, do ya?” 

“This is… different,” Din muttered. 

“What happened last time?” You frowned up at him.

“I’ll explain later,” he began but Peli cut him off. 

“He got betrayed, me and the kid got captured and he almost blew up my shop getting us out!” 

“I didn’t… it was a flash grenade.” 

“He tell you he just left the kid on the ship?” She asked. 

“You did what!” You demanded, rounding on him. He sighed and flexed his fingers. 

“Doll…” 

“Doll?” Peli looked between the two of you. “Oh ho! This is different, huh? Yeah I bet it’s different…” 

“Maker…” Din sighed. 

“I owe him,” you said, trying to save him some embarrassment. And whatever his relationship with this woman might be. “And we’re here on business.” 

“Business that you could help with, Peli,” Mando said. 

“Well, you know the deal, Mando,” she said. “But I’ll give you a discount if I get to hold the womp rat.” 

She reached for the kid who reached back. You glanced at the Mandalorian who just gave you a nod and you handed the baby to her. He chattered away happily and she smiled, looking at him with pure adoration. You couldn’t help but smile yourself. Even if he wasn’t a Jedi, he would be special. 

“Sure, yeah, tell me all about it,” Peli said, turning and heading out of the hanger. Before you had a chance to ask Mando what next, she turned back. “Well? Ya comin’?” 

Mando put his hand on your lower back and you glanced up at him, confused, but obediently followed Peli, the Mandalorian at your side. 

Din was hyper alert as you left the hanger and into the city. You hadn’t spent much time in Mos Eisley but it felt familiar from your time on Tatooine. Same grime and disrepair, same criminal undercurrent, same buzzing jumble of lifeforms. He kept his hand on your back, fingers splayed wide against you, as Peli led you to a bar not far from the hanger. 

“Usual for me,” she called to the bartender as she sat down at a table, setting the kid on top of it. “Broth for the kid and…” she looked you over for a second. “Gardulla for Mando’s friend. He’s paying.” 

You stifled a laugh as the kid toddled across the table to you. You looked to Mando to say something when you felt it. A flash of feeling from the child - pride, happiness and excitement - but you weren’t looking at him. You quickly turned to find his eyes but he was too busy watching your hands that you’d offered as guides for him across the table. The feeling left.

“That’s new,” you said softly. 

“What?” Mando asked. 

“Tell you later,” you said, not looking at him, eyes on the kid. 

“So Mando,” Peli said. “What brings you out our way?” 

“Know anything about the Hakki Syndicate?” He asked. “Supposedly a gang that operates here. Not sure what they traffic in or where, but our quarry is embedded with them.” 

“Oh Mando, you know how to pick ‘em,” she said as the bartender brought everything to the table. The mug she put in front of you was bigger than you would have ordered, especially for something you didn’t know. Peli watched you for a moment, so you picked it up and had a sip. It was strong enough that it made you wince for a moment but a sip seemed to satisfy Peli, and she went on. “They mostly deal in weapons - lots of thermal detonators and the like. They’re still pretty new but they’re big, gaining people all the time.” 

You took another drink. You were starting to think you were going to need it. 

“Where can we find them.” Din asked without asking. Good to know he did that with people who weren’t you. Maybe he only did it with women he’d fucked. The knot appeared in your stomach again. You took a bigger, longer drink. Maybe you did need a mug this size.

“Not sure,” she shrugged. “Heard they’re in Beggar’s Canyon in one of the cave systems up that way, but who knows.” 

“When did they move in?” You asked, frowning. 

“Not long ago,” she shrugged. “Think I first heard of ‘em two years back or so?” 

You nodded slowly. You’d lived not too far from Beggar’s Canyon, never heard of the Hakki Syndicate. Another big drink.

“Your quarry better be worth all that trouble, Mando,” she shook her head. “Maybe you should leave our little green friend with me…” 

“No,” he said, tone oddly blunt, even for him. 

“What!” She said. “I promise I’ll give him back! You can’t just leave him in the ship, Mando…” 

“Between Essa and I, we can watch him on hunts,” he said. 

“We should go by my old house,” you said without really thinking about it. It kind of surprised you, blinking for a second, head light. Mando looked down at you. You tried to salvage it. “If it’s still uninhabited, could work as a good base of operations. It’s near Beggar’s Canyon.” 

“Didn’t know you were a local girl!” Peli looked you up and down again. “Don’t seem like you’re from Tatooine…” 

“Left a few years back,” you said, drinking more.

“Could work,” Mando shrugged. “Assuming you don’t have ulterior motives…” 

“Don’t know what you mean,” you fidgeted with the mug. 

“We’re here for a quarry, Doll, not…” 

“I know why we’re here,” you didn’t look at him but you felt his eyes on you. 

“Doll again, eh?” Peli asked, smirking. “So how long’s this been goin’ on?”

“It’s not…” Din began but you cut him off. 

“He started calling me Doll as a way to get under my skin,” you stuck your chin out defiantly. “What was it the first time, Mando? You called me Doll because dolls are ‘decorative, useless things that sit in pretty dresses and take up space?’” 

He paused until you looked up at him. 

“Yes.” 

You nodded once, satisfied, and looked back to Peli. 

“That was a while ago,” you shrugged, taking another long drink of whatever it was that Peli had ordered you. 

The baby cooed, his ears drooping so you looked at him. His eyes met yours. He was worried. You gave him a smile and held out your finger to him to hold. He took it, but it didn’t seem to ease his feelings much. 

“Do you have a speeder we can use?” Mando asked, turning his attention back to Peli. 

“For a price,” she smirked. “But it’s the best one in Mos Eisley, won’t find a faster speeder that’s safe and stable. Worked on it myself, Mando, rebuilt it with minimal droid labor…” 

You downed the rest of the mug and had to sit all the way back in the booth. Your head spun. 

You’d been drunk plenty of times before in your life but nothing quite like this. You felt oddly loose, you’d only had the one drink but your mind just kind of drifted, not able to really latch onto any one thing. Your head slipped to Mando’s shoulder. 

“What did you order her.” He sounded irritated. 

“You’re way harder to read than the kid is,” you looked up at him. “You know that? It’s very frustrating, he’s an open book and you’re…” You gestured vaguely in his direction. “I get nothing from you, absolutely nothing. Exhausting.” 

“Gardulla,” Peli laughed. “Famous for loosening the mind. Want to find out if your protégée is going to betray you like the last one did? Now’s your shot, Mando!” 

You scoffed. 

“Not going to get shit out of me,” your head dropped back to the Mandalorian’s shoulder. It was cool, comfortable. You liked it there. “I was trained to withstand Imperial torture droids, you think a little booze is going to get a secret out of me? Guess again.” 

“I’m not worried about her betraying me,” Din growled, hands clenched into fists on the table top. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t drug my associates without my knowledge…” 

“Just trying to look out for my buddy,” Peli said. “You’ve got a little one to look after, can’t just be trusting people you pick up just anywhere.” 

“You’re comfortable,” you glanced up at him. He sighed. “What? I thought you should know, wasn’t sure if I’d ever told you that. Probably why I fall asleep on you so much. Does that bother you? I should have asked sooner if it bothered you…” 

“It doesn’t bother me,” he growled. You frowned. 

“Sounds like it bothers you.” 

He sighed. Peli and the kid laughed. 

“You said Imperial torture droids,” Peli turned her attention to you. “Now why’d you need that kind of training?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snorted. Din sighed again. 

“I’m getting her back to the ship before you try to talk her into doing something stupid,” he growled. “Watch the kid. I’ll be back.” 

He looped an arm behind you and got you out of the booth, keeping an arm around you as he guided you out of the cantina and back toward the hanger. 

“I really don’t need you to walk me back, you know,” you protested. 

“You’re not going back on your own,” he said. “And apparently Peli can’t be trusted to behave…” 

“I could have kept quiet while you did your thing,” you said, trying to squirm out of his grasp. He didn’t let you. “You don’t have to worry about me telling her about what you and I get up to when we’re alone, it’s fine, I can keep my mouth shut. I’m actually very good at that.” 

“Why would I care if she knew about that, Doll.” He turned you in toward the hanger, the Razor Crest sitting right where you’d left it. 

“Because. I don’t want to fuck up whatever other…” you searched for the right word. “Arrangements you have. I know my place, I’ll stay in it. I’m a vault, Mando, ask me anything and I won’t tell you.” 

“What other arrangements?” He lowered the ramp. “What the hell are you talking about?” 

“Vault,” you replied. He sighed, guiding you up the ramp. He led you to his bed and set you down on it. 

“Stay here,” he said, handing you a data pad. “Read or something. Don’t touch anything and for fuck’s sake don’t leave the ship.” 

“Did you know that I like you way more than I should?” You held the data pad to your chest, like armor. He cocked his head at you. 

“What do you mean.” 

“I mean,” you mimicked his tone. He sighed. “That when I’ve paid you back and you’re tired of hauling me around, it’s really going to hurt when you leave me wherever it is you’re leaving me. I need to figure this out by then. Still do it, by the way, I’m not saying don’t do it. I’m just saying that I like you too much for it.” 

He looked at you for a moment. 

“I have to go,” he said eventually. 

“Have fun with Peli. She seems interested,” you said, tone a little bitter. He sighed. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he looked you up and down. “We’ll discuss it once… whatever that was is out of your system. Stay. Put.” 

“Stay. Put.” You mocked him, moving your head dramatically. He just sighed and left, closing the door behind him. 

You passed out at some point, waking up to the Mandalorian opening the door, light flooding in. 

“Ow,” you groaned, covering your eyes with your hand. 

“Feeling better?” 

“Mostly,” you muttered. “What the fuck was that? I had one drink…” 

“Wasn’t your fault,” he said. “Peli got you something famous for its ‘mind loosening’ qualities.”

“What did I say?” Your eyes were wide, scrambling to remember something - anything - between sitting down at the cantina table and when you woke up back on the ship. 

“You insisted you were vault,” Din said. “Don’t worry, we didn’t get anything out of you.”  

“Thank the maker for that,” you sighed. He was watching you, you could feel his eyes lingering on you, his helmet slightly cocked. You weren’t sure why. You shifted awkwardly. “Know enough about where we’re headed?” 

“Peli arranged a meeting for us with a contact in Mos Espa,” he said. “She felt bad enough about you that she didn’t even charge me for it. Will Mos Espa cause any problems for you?” 

“That is where I beat a man to death but it’s been a few years,” you said wryly. “Also where you picked me up the first time.” 

“I remember.” 

You wondered what he’d thought of you the first time he saw you. It was hard to believe how you felt about him now when you remembered your first impression of him - that he wasn’t to be trusted, that he was dangerous, all but Imperial. And now… 

Now you really needed to figure out how to not be so attached to him. This was going to end badly. 

“You said you’d tell me something later,” he said after a moment. “I’m not sure what you remember from before you started drinking…” 

It took you a second to remember. 

“The kid!” You said, standing up - a bit too quickly. You stumbled and Din caught you. You kept moving past him, looking for the child. “It was so strange, I’ve always needed to make eye contact with him to feel anything from him, but today there was a moment where I felt it when I wasn’t even looking in his direction… where is he?” 

“You’re sure it was him?” He asked, following behind you. 

“It felt exactly like every other time it had happened,” you replied. “I’m sure. Where…” 

You closed your eyes and relaxed for a second, trying to see if you could feel him again, get an idea of where he was. There was a flash of it - something intense - but you were able to locate it. 

“What…” Din began. You ignored him, following where the feeling had come from. The kid was in his pod near the gate of the Crest, asleep. His little mouth was twitching. He was dreaming. 

“Yeah, that’s new,” you said softly, looking down at him. 

“It happened again.” 

You nodded, still watching the child. 

“I think I need to seek it out if it’s not a strong enough feeling,” you said. “But he’ll throw it at me if he feels strongly enough about it. And I can feel where he is when it happens.” 

“That’s…” Din paused. 

“Yeah,” you said eventually, looking up at him. “What does this mean?” 

“We need to find a Jedi,” he sighed. “He must be getting stronger and I don’t know how to help him.” 

You nodded, looking back at the sleeping baby. 

“We get through these quarries,” you said. The thought of him struggling to understand his power, navigating the mystery of what he was alone made your chest ache. “Then we find a Jedi. There has to be at least one left. I still have some connections, some favors I can call in. Someone has to know a Jedi somewhere.” 

You gathered what you’d need to hunt and left the ship, Peli promising to make droid-free repairs on the Razor Crest while you were gone on her speeder. 

It was a tight fit - supplies and the kid’s pod strapped to the back, the three of you on the seat - and you were relieved it wasn’t you driving the damn thing. Din got on first and you climbed on behind him, tucking the kid between your bodies. 

“Patu,” he looked up at you. He was confused. 

“New way of travel, buddy,” you smiled down at him and stroked his little head. “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.” 

It seemed to satisfy him. You pulled yourself as close to Din as you could get, your body curving around the kid’s as you put your arms around the Mandalorian’s broad body as far as you could reach. 

“Bring that kid back in one piece, Mando!” Peli shook a wrench at him. “I mean it!” 

Din just sighed but gave her a nod before taking the speeder out town and into the desert. 

***

It took a few hours to reach Mos Espa but Din didn’t want to move the Razor Crest. He trusted Peli to do good work. And likely overcharge him for it. But he was willing to pay a bit more to have work he could rely on. And he didn’t mind the trip. 

You were wrapped tightly around him, hanging onto him like your life depended on it. Which, at the speed you were traveling, it did. But he liked you clutching him close, your warm body pressed against his, your legs around him. There was part of him - no small part - that thrived on you needing him, on feeling it this way. Yes, you were strong and you were powerful and, as he raced with you across the desert, you were counting on him to keep you safe. There was an intimacy to it he soaked up, that you were willing to rely on him at all. 

“I like you way more than I should.” That’s what you’d told him when in your Gardulla-addled state. You’d seemed to have forgotten it - and he knew you well enough to know that you wouldn’t tell him a damn thing about it now. But he almost liked that you felt that way. He didn’t fully understand it. But you liked being around him. You didn’t want to leave. You’d said as much. He smiled a bit behind the helmet. 

The cantina in Mos Espa was quiet, only a handful of patrons. Din scanned the room, eyes briefly stopping on the table you’d been at when he first saw you. He’d already made your father for the man he was looking for, but you’d made him, too. Recognized him as a threat and positioned yourself to intervene. It had seemed foolish to him, at the time, but he knew now that he’d underestimated you. It was enough that he was sure that you’d have bested at least his first strike if he’d tried to attack. If you were smart, that would be enough to at least get your father out alive - undoubtably your goal. You’d been small and soft and beautiful - to the point that he’d all but resented you immediately. But he’d been too taken with you to say no. Even from the beginning, part of him had seen you for what you were. 

A man in the corner made eye contact and gave him a stiff nod and Din made his way to the table. 

“Mando,” he said in greeting. “Peli said you’d be by. Looking for local information?” 

“The Hakki Syndicate,” Mando said, taking a seat across from him. You sat down beside him, the kid on your lap. “Heard they operate out of Beggar’s Canyon.” 

“Aye,” the man nodded. “What about them?” 

“Any more precise a location than that?” You asked. “Beggar’s Canyon is a big place.” 

“Specifics will cost you,” he said, looking you up and down. Din’s jaw clenched. 

“We can negotiate a price when you know the information we want and can guarantee it,” you said, keeping a tight hold on the child. His little fingers were wrapped around one of your hands. 

“Why do you need it?” He asked. 

“Guild business,” Din said. 

“We need better location information,” you said. “The cave systems there are too jumbled and not all connected. Going in blind will take too long.” 

“And when they find out I gave you the information?” He asked. 

“They won’t.” Din’s voice had a finality to it that made the man swallow, hard. 

“500 credits,” he said. 

“200,” Din countered. 

“450.” 

“225.” 

“300,” the man was watching you, his eyes shifty. Din pulled out the credits and put them on the table. The man quickly pocketed them. 

“There are four or so entrances at the north end of the canyon,” he said. “I’m not sure which one they use, but they’re by a Krayt dragon skeleton. They’ll be in there. But these guys… they’re dangerous.” 

“How dangerous?” You asked. 

“They moved in a few years back,” he said. “Got in good with the Hutts by taking care of some of their old business, wiped a few whole families off the map. Now they won’t step in, let them do damn near whatever they want as long as they don’t eat into Hutt business.” 

Din felt you stiffen beside him. 

“Know anything about the Barktan family?” You asked. Din heard the strain in your voice. 

“Moisture farmers up that way?” He asked. You nodded. “Yeah, took them out. I just don’t want it to be mine next.” 

“It won’t be,” you said, your voice cold, jaw tight. 

Din thanked the man for the information and guided you from the cantina, your grip still tight on the child who looked at him with concern. 

“Doll,” he said quietly. 

“I’m killing them,” you said. It was like you were looking through him, past him. As though you couldn’t focus on anything right in front of you. “Anyone who was involved, anyone who hurt them. I’m going to kill them.” 

He put a hand on your shoulder, hoping to ground you. He wasn’t sure that it made a difference. 

“Let’s go, Doll.” 

You gave him coordinates to your home when you lived here and you wrapped around him again, body taught and tense against his. The baby cooed. 

It seemed that no one had been in your home since your parents’ deaths. The sand had piled up outside the front door and gathered on the farming equipment. You looked at the small, domed house, the stark white of it standing in contrast to the orange of the sand, a dune rising in the distance. 

You stepped off the bike without really looking, holding the child to your chest, clinging to him, and walked slowly toward the front door. It was almost like you were in a trance, totally unaware of anything else around you. You brushed a panel clear of sand and entered a code and the door opened, the sand spilling inside as it did. You ignored it, walking in. Din followed. 

You didn’t make it far in the door before you dropped to your knees, arms tight around the child, a strangled sob ripping from your throat. Din realized what you were looking at. For a second, it looked like a scene from any home, just one the family had stepped away from. The table was set, ready for a meal. It was as though the occupants had gone to answer the door for an unexpected guest.

But there were small things wrong with it. One of the chairs was unnaturally askew. A cup lay on its side. And there was a splatter of red on the counter. 

“Doll,” he said gently. He knelt beside you, his hands on your shoulders. 

“I should have been here,” you wouldn’t look at him. “It should have been me.” 

“That isn’t what they would have wanted.” 

“It doesn’t fucking matter what they wanted,” you bit out. “It was me they were after, me who pissed them off. I was the only reason we were even on this fucking planet to begin with. It was me that should have died, not them.” 

“They’d prefer this, Doll,” he said gently. A tear slipped down your cheek, eyes still on the table. “They wanted you to live.” 

“I should have been better,” you were trembling. “I should have found a way to stay, found a way to fix it, found a way to have never had to come here to begin with. I fucked it up, Din, I broke it all and they died…” 

He just held onto you, feeling you fall to pieces in his arms and not able to do a damn thing about it. You kept a firm grip on the child who kept giving you soft coos but couldn’t do much else. Din wasn’t sure what changed, but he felt something in you shift. You tilted your head up toward the ceiling, your eyes closed, lips pressed together in a thin line. You forced a deep, shaky breath before looking at the table again. You’d stopped shaking, your body rigid. 

“I’m going to find them,” you sounded numb. “I’m going to hurt them.” 

“We should go,” he said, but you pulled yourself from his grip. 

“This is a good base of operations,” your voice was still empty. “We aren’t going to go sit in the desert because I can’t handle myself.” 

“Doll…” 

“It’s fine.” 

You got up, still holding the child, and went deeper into the house. Din followed closely behind you, ready to catch you if some other horror was waiting for you there. But there was nothing else out of place, your parents’ room dusty but untouched, as was your own. 

“We’ll start in the morning,” Din said. “It’s too late to start hunting today.” 

“Are you saying that because you don’t trust me to behave?” You asked. 

“We’re losing daylight,” he nodded to the window. “Tomorrow, Doll.” 

Din left you sitting on your bed and brought in everything from the speeder, pausing for a moment in the kitchen to get a closer look. There had obviously been a scuffle, but he doubted your parents had died here. There wasn’t enough blood for that. They’d likely been dragged out, their bodies possibly in the sand outside. He didn’t have a good way to check for that so he had no way to protect you from it. He sighed. He should never had agreed to come here, should never have let you talk him into taking the Tatooine job in the first place. He had a bad feeling about this. A bad feeling about the whole damn thing. 

The three of you stayed sequestered in your old room, silently agreeing to not venture into the rest of the house. Din was fine with that. It felt like a tomb. 

“Here,” he pulled a cuff out of a pack and handed it to you after you’d both silently eaten a ration on the floor of your room. You frowned, taking it. “It’s a control for the kid’s pod. You can move him with it. Call him to you, just adjust where he is, send him to me, seal him in. It also has a com link to the pod and to me.” 

“Thanks,” you said, looking at the kid - who was starting to look drowsy as he played with the toy you’d picked for him on Nevarro. You smiled a little at him. It was a sight Din was relieved to see. “And thank you for trusting me to keep him safe.” 

“I know you will,” he said. “I’d trust you with just about anything, Doll.” 

“Just about?” You asked, brows raised. 

“If you had a better sense of self preservation, I’d say I trust you with anything,” he said. You scoffed a bit. He wasn’t sure if you knew he was being serious. He didn’t ask. 

When the kid fell asleep, you put him in the pod and closed it before reaching a hand out for the Mandalorian. He took it and you pulled him to his feet, looking him firmly in the eye as you stepped close to him. You watched as you slowly unstrapped the armor from his chest, like you were waiting for him to tell you to stop. He didn’t. 

You dropped his beskar to the ground piece by piece before you unzipped the flight suit and fell to your knees in front of him, your eyes still on his. You freed is now hard cock, running your hands up and down his shaft. 

“Doll,” he managed, his hand going to your arm and trying to tug you up his body. 

“Let me do this,” you breathed before you took him in your mouth. He groaned and the feel of you, the sight of you there in front of him. 

You started slow, your mouth hot and wet and soft, your tongue pressing against the bottom of his head as you worked your lips further and further down his shaft, moving your hand up and down as you took more and more of him into you. He fought to not grab you and pull you down his length, desperate to be buried inside you. 

“Doll,” he gritted his teeth. “We shouldn’t…” 

You took all of him in your mouth then, the head of him driving into your throat as you looked up at him. Your eyes were soft and pleading and wide and you moaned, your mouth and throat gripping him. You sucked him harder, your tongue pressing against him. Your hands slid up his legs to his hips, using your grip to leverage yourself up and down his erection. 

He tried to focus, tried to make himself step back from you. You were hurting and this wouldn’t help you. But your mouth…. Fuck, your mouth. You were so fucking soft and warm, working him over like you were starving for him. Getting lost in you was easy and his hand drifted to your head, fingers twisting in your hair. 

You moaned, the sound muffled and dirty around his cock in your mouth, the sound of your pleasure making your throat tremble around his head. 

He gave up resisting you completely, his head going back, guiding your mouth up and down his cock, a strangled groan slipping from his lips. You sucked him harder, moving with his hand as one of your own slipped down your body to cup your clit, pressing into yourself through your pants. You taking him in your mouth, watching him, you so turned on that it made you need to touch yourself pushed him over the edge, barely able to hold himself back enough to warn you that he was about to cum when he pulled your lips flush with his base and filled your throat, rope after rope of him emptying into you. You swallowed it all, moaning as you did, working yourself over harder as you did. 

He went slack, barely able to stay standing, when you pulled back from him, wiping your mouth and getting to your feet. 

“Doll,” he cupped your cheek and you pressed your face into his palm, eyes closed. 

“I think we need to make up for lost time,” you whispered, putting your hands on his chest and gently pushing him backwards until he nearly fell onto your bed. You stepped back from him, pulling your shirt over your head and leaving it on the floor. You pulled your bandeau top off next, exposing your breasts. 

“Whatever you’re feeling right now,” he began, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t want to feel it,” you unbuttoned your pants and slid them and your underwear down your body, leaving you bare. “I want to feel you.” 

You stepped forward, surrounding his legs with your own. Your hands went to his chest, running over his skin.

“Are you going to deny me?” You asked, voice soft, eyes pleading. He didn’t say anything. You lowered yourself onto his lap, gripping his cock and working your hand up and down. He groaned, already getting hard again. He’d just had you and he was already longing for more of you. 

“Don’t want to deny you anything,” he managed through gritted teeth. Your hand increased its pace. 

“Then don’t,” you whispered, his cock firm in your hand again. Your eyes found his below his helmet and you lifted your hips just enough to notch him against your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him, gentle and steady, eyes closed in pleasure as your body opened for him. 

“Fuck, Cyare,” his hands went to your hips, guiding you further down his body. You sat tall atop him, back arching into him as his head fell to your chest, panting for breath. “So fucking tight, so good at taking me, fucking belong inside you…” 

You groaned, moving over him, slow but hard at first before increasing your pace. Your pussy gripped him as you did, like you were trying to hold him deep inside you, desperate to keep him from leaving. His hands were still gloved and he wanted to feel more your skin but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you enough to do it, settling instead for pulling your stomach against his chest that was exposed through the open flight suit. You ground your hips on his, working your clit against his body as he felt you tighten further around him. His hands slid down your body to your hips, pulling you tighter against him, your moan barely able to slip through your lips. 

“It’s alright, Cyare,” he looked up at you, gripping you tighter. Your eyes met his, desperate and lost. It made his heart ache. “I have you. Let go. I have you, you’re safe, just let go…” 

You tightened and stilled around him for a moment before you throbbed around him, a choking, longing cry ripping from your chest. He could feel it leave you as his hands slid up your back almost to your shoulders, clutching you close as you came apart around him. As you caught your breath, he moved to lift you from him but you threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him. 

“Not yet,” your voice was thick and wet. “Please, don’t leave me yet…” 

“Trust me to take care of you?” He asked softly, leaning back from you to look in your eyes. You were crying. You nodded quickly. He pulled off his gloves, casting them aside before sliding his flight suit down his arms, leaving his skin bare. “I have you, Cyare.” 

He held himself inside you as he shifted you so you were below him, pressing himself as far inside you as he could reach. You stretched over him, your velvet heat exquisitely soft around his cock. He ranged his hands over your body, your skin silk below his fingers, before one held your face and the other slipped below your ribs to pull you flush against him. You were gasping for breath, body curving into his own, pliant, bending to his motions. You wrapped around him and it was like you were everything, you were everywhere. All the things that made life worth a damn was wrapped up in you and how it felt to be inside of you. 

“Din,” you sounded strained, overwrought. He held you closer. “I…” 

Your voice broke, fingers digging into his bare flesh. 

“Cyare,” he managed, moving harder and faster within you. 

“I…” you gasped and adjusted your grip on him, your lips pressing into his shoulder. 

“Yes Cyare?” He clung to you. “Tell me anything, ask for anything, I’ll give you anything…” 

“I need to feel you cum inside me,” you were begging, pleading. “Please, I feel… fuck I’m so full but I feel so empty, I need…” 

“Cum for me one more time, Cyare,” he whispered. Your body was tight around him. “You’re already close, give into it and I’ll give in to you…” 

You nodded into him, pressing your lips to his throat and he adjusted himself so more of him was pressing against your clit, making you shudder and gasp. It didn’t take long from that angle for you to cry out, your orgasm taking hold as your body throbbed around him once again. 

It was all he needed to press almost impossibly deep into you, his tip pressed flush against your back wall, and empty himself into you. You let out a gasping sob and all but collapsed below him, arms still limply over him. He gently lay you all the way on the bed, still pressed deep inside of you. He searched your face, your eyes still overwhelmed. One of your hands went to his helmet, tracing the contours of the metal before holding him over you. 

“How do I fix it?” You asked, breathless, voice cracking. He pressed his forehead to yours, his body covering yours in the dark. “They’re gone, I can’t bring them back, how do I fix it? What do I do now?” 

“You live, Cyare,” he held your gaze. “You live.” 

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #smut fic #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #the mandalorian #slow burn #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x f!reader

[bunwritesss]

Rock On

Summary: Daryl always brings you adorable gifts from his runs, and one day, you get to return the favor.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Hi! I'm so happy to write again, and in english nonetheless! <333

Anyway I still struggle writing Daryl, so I really hope he is not too OOC in this oneshot. I see him as softer with Sunshine!Reader, because he knows how sensitive they are, and he is so fond of them.

I apologize for any mistake, english is not my native language! ♡

Hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it <3 And if you like this oneshot, I posted another one this morning 🥰

Have a nice day/night!

You loved going on runs. Going out of Alexandria for a while, having fun with your friends in shops filled with useful things to bring back to your community. And nearly dying two or three times in the process was honestly part of the fun, at this point. The adrenaline was exhilarating, and you cherished the sweet embraces you shared with members of your group after a danger. So when Maggie and Glenn asked if you wanted to come with them on a supply run, you immediatly said yes. And you were glad you did.

And in a corner of the shop, under piles of dust, you found a bunch of sunglasses. After going through all of them, you finally found what you were looking for. Sunglasses that Daryl Dixon would appreciate. So you wrapped them in your T-Shirts to protect them, and tucked them into your backpack with a huge grin.

First of all, you found an almost intact grocery store, bringing home lots of edible supplies. You were also the one discovering a brand new pasta maker in a corner of the shop, begging Glenn and Maggie to let you keep it in order to shut the mouth of your unbearable neighbour who talked about it day and night, and they accepted with great pleasure. In fact, everyone in the community would see their lives improved if Mrs Neudermeyer finally obtained the item she had been begging for for months.

And most importantly, you found a clothing store. There were a few T-shirts with pictures your favorite band on them, but also Spiderman pyjama pants for Carl, and new outfits for everyone. You were overflowing with joy while thinking about your ripped jeans and badly patched-up shirts back home, and about how much comfortable your new clothes would be. Clothes weren't considered a priority by everyone in your group, and a lack of diversity in the community's clothing section was a common subject in your current discussions.

Although Daryl never complained about anything, you were observant. You had seen him squinting his beautiful blue eyes everytime the sun was facing him, or how red they were afterwards. And you had always been told blue eyes were more sensitive to the light. So you had taken matters into your own hands, and were so proud of it. Daryl always tried his best bringing you things you would like from his runs, and finding gifts for him was so much harder, since the man was not a materialist. Now, you were finally able to return the favor.

As Glenn drove you back, the truck filled with your findings you took the sunglasses out of your backpack, fiddling with them. You were almost sure he would love them. They were the only ones without strasses or fluorescent patterns, and the only distinctive sign was a tiny A on the branch. You chuckled while thinking about the jokes you would make about said A, Maggie turning to you.

They had tried conversating with you as well, but gave up when they noticed your dreamy expression and how careful you were with the item. The drive home was not long, and when you got out of the car, Glenn prevented you from taking one of the box of supplies from the truck.

'Why are you laughing?'

'Thought about something funny.' You replied, and she smiled, turning back to continue her animated discussion with Glenn.

'Go give Daryl his gift, you'll help us after.'

You opened your mouth to thank him but he simply winked, turning away to take a box. So you started jogging to Rick, seeing him wandering around. If someone knew where Daryl was, it was him. Or Carol, but your friend was probably busy with the ladies of Alexandria at the moment. After a few questions about the run, Rick finally gave you Daryl's location with a knowing smile, and you walked as fast as possible, so excited to see his reaction. Focused on your steps, you would probably have walked right into him if he had not stopped you, a steady hand on your shoulders.

'Easy, trouble. What's getting ya so excited?'

He gave you one of his fond smiles, seeing you so focused and proud. He knew you were back from a run, and seeing you unharmed was making him happy.

'I brought you a gift!' You proudly declared.

His eyes widened in surprise, but his neutral expression quickly came back.

'Is that so?'

You nodded with even more pride in your eyes, taking the pair of sunglasses out of your pocket and delicately dropping it into his hand. He immediatly brought it closer to his eyes, examinating it. You bit you lip, suddenly extremely anxious about his appreciation of the present.

'Ya think I'm a rockstar?'

You looked up just in time to see the crooked smile he was giving you, and you shrugged, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks.

'I think your eyes are sensitive to the sun and it's time for you to take care of them.'

And as he was putting them on, you added :

'Plus, you'd look adorable with these on.'

He scoffed, turning to you. You were right. He was absolutely gorgeous with the sunglasses on. Uneven bangs were framing the accessory, and you refrained yourself from tucking them away.

He took the sunglasses off, delicately playing with them. He was holding them with the most care in the world, as if they were made out of glass, and you could barely contain your joy. He liked your present! He squinted at the letter on the branch, his eyes going from the item to you.

'How do I look?'

'Cool as hell. It'll look even cooler when you're on your bike!'

'A? Why A?'

You pretended to be confused.

'For your name?'

As he furrowed his eyebrows, you continued, barely contening your smirk.

'Isn't your name Aryl Dixon?'

He rolled his eyes, fakely annoyed, a little smile betraying his whole act. He could never be annoyed at you anyway, and you were well aware of that.

Not wanting to overwhelm him with your excitement, you slowly backed away.

'They look good. Thank ya kid. Ya did good out there, happy to see ya in one piece.'

'I'm so happy you like them!'

'I'm going to help the others carry the rest of what we brought to inventory! See you later!'

He put the glasses on his head, forming devil horns with his right hand. You replied with the same gesture, happily walking back to the others. Your grin did not go unnoticed, Maggie being the only one to say something about it. She took a box from the truck, approaching you.

'I'm taking your huge smile as the sign he did not like his present?'

You laughed, taking the huge box of hygiene products Maggie was giving you.

'Oh, he hated it.'

#daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #sunshine reader #daryl fluff

[brewsterispunkk]

sunshine state

PART 8: CRY TO ME

pairing: benny miller x f!reader

WC: 6k

summary: an unexpected call sends honey back home. she doesn’t go alone.

warnings: grief, death of a loved one, referenced smut, these idiots can’t communicate, so much angst, fluff, toxic family dynamic

A/N: this was co-written with @jc-writes-bullshit who helped pull me from my writersblock!!! also, my semester is finally over! I’m hoping to finish sunshine state before the new year now that I have more time on my hands. we shall see. ALSO: i recently started an aemond targaryen x oc fic on ao3 if anyone wants to check it out! my username is the same there as it is here !

PS: this chapter is named after the song cry to me by solomon burke. BUT there is another benny miller one shot called Cry To Me by @carni-val ! I want to put a disclaimer that this chapter is in no way based off of or plagiarizing their art! the only similarity is the title! However, I would recommend their fic. It’s a must-read to any and all benny miller fans !

PART 8: CRY TO ME

You weren’t there when Benny woke up.

He inhaled suddenly, snapping awake at the lack of your presence in his bed.

His bed.

His heart stuttered, recalling the events of the night before as if they were a dream.

He sighed, eyes fluttering shut again. As he nosed his pillow, he noticed he could still smell your perfume on his sheets. His stomach thrilled, and for a moment all he felt was contentment.

After months and months of you haunting his dreams, flitting through his life and turning it upside down like a tornado, he couldn’t believe that he actually got to have this.

He felt his stomach flutter at the memory of what had passed the night before. Your hands in his hair, your legs around his waist, the way your breath shallowed when he touched you. How you’d felt around him. It had never been like that with anyone else before.

Benny had never been one for casual sex, save for a few stints in his younger years. Still, he was far from inexperienced when it came to sex. He’d had plenty of girlfriends throughout the years, and plenty of sex besides. But now, when he tried to recount them, all he could see was your face. The very idea of sex with someone else made him cringe. One night with you had ruined him for anyone else, forever.

His house was uncharacteristically quiet for a morning that you were there. Usually, he would be woken up to the sound of you bustling about the kitchen or living room, rooting through his fridge for something edible or fiddling with his coffee maker. Now though, it was just silent.

Suddenly, Benny started. Where had you gone?

He couldn’t see you fleeing before he woke up, leaving him like this was some one night stand. That was, unless…

Unless you regretted it.

His stomach dropped at the thought. That was the worst case scenario.

He’d hoped that once you’d woken up, the two of you could talk about what happened. The two of you hadn’t discussed what exactly this was last night—you hadn’t quite gotten there before you’d jumped his bones. Benny had no idea where you were at.

As far as he was concerned, you were convinced that this had just been a favor for a friend, a casual thing. Nothing serious. The very thought of that made Benny scoff. You were the most serious thing in his life. He just hoped he hadn’t fucked it up.

He looked around for his phone— he hardly ever slept without it. He’d spent so much time with some of the guys in his squad that now going a night without his phone, a night with the possibility of missing one of them if they needed him, was a foreign concept.

But, he wouldn’t have slept with his phone last night. He’d been too busy with … other things.

Benny swore under his breath. He reached around for shorts, a pair of boxers, anything-- and when he’d finally found a pair of sweatpants he tugged them on and trudged out to his living room, his stomach turning as he tried to plan what he could possibly say that would remedy this, or fix your now doomed-to-fail friendship, or bring you back.

- - - -

His dog tags were the first thing you’d seen that morning when you woke up.

A stream of pleasant memories flooded your mind; Benny’s hands on your hips, the softness of his lips. The feeling of him inside of you, filling you up. You’d been like puzzle pieces instead of ships passing in the night and for once, anxiety wasn’t the first thing you felt when you woke up. It was the sturdiness of Benny’s chest beneath your fingertips, then the chill of the silver chain around his neck under your palm. And when you lifted your eyes, you found your nose just inches from his, those sea-glass eyes of his still concealed behind closed lids and long blonde eyelashes that curled up at the ends in a way that would’ve made any girl envy him.

And then, as you shifted but only slightly to improve your comfort - soreness between your legs.

You grunted, regretfully leaving Benny’s grasp to sit up. You knew sex would have discomfort the first time around. You had been right.

You swore under your breath as you pressed your feet against the floor and began to collect your clothes, pulling on your abandoned underwear and - now with an unfamiliar light filling your chest - Benny’s discarded t-shirt. You padded down the short hallway to his bathroom, imagining he’d have tylenol in his medicine cabinet. It seemed unlikely to you that someone who had been in the MMA circuit as long as him wouldn’t have some over the counter pain reliever. Honestly, the probability of him having something stronger was just as likely. Once again, you’d been right. You downed two aspirin tablets and then set off to find your phone. It was the first thing you checked every morning.

You found it tucked down in between Benny’s couch cushions. It dangled between your fingers as you sauntered to Benny’s kitchen to make yourself some coffee.

As you popped the capsule into his Keurig, you finally checked your home screen.

Something had happened.

That was all you could think as a heavy cloud settled over your cheery mood. Four missed calls from your mom. Two from your brother, though why he would be calling you at all was a mystery. One from your dad. Almost a hundred missed texts from your parents and your grandmother and a brood of cousins you saw twice a year at best.

Your heart raced as you unlocked your phone. You played a voicemail from your father first, hoping that would give you some insight.

His voice was gruff and uneven.

“Hey, sis.” He said, and when his voice cracked something in you split open. This was very bad.

“Uh … we tried to reach you last night, but you must’ve been asleep. It’s your - it’s your Papa. He’s … he’s passed away.”

And just like that - in a split second - the world stopped. The light seeped from the room.

Your papa had always been special to you. He wasn’t like your mother’s father, who had been old from the time you had memories of him. No, Papa and your grandmother had had your dad young. Your parents had you young. Papa had run and played with you from the time you could walk. He taught you about constellations. He taught you how to change your oil and had taught you the names of parts of an engine and he had shown you the perfect way to trim the leaves of a tomato plant. Every year at Christmas, he gave you a record from his collection, usually John Denver or Neil Diamond or the Monkees.

And there had been so many close calls with him. He was sick with different kinds of cancer on and off but never let it dampen his spirit. There had been so many close calls - including an incredibly stupid incident where he’d accidentally given himself blood poisoning with Raid for cockroaches - but nothing had ever taken. Nothing could take out Papa. He was the strongest person you’d ever known.

“It was peaceful.” Your father continued. “He was just so out of it … I don’t think he really knew what was happening. I know that doesn’t make it better for us, but …” His voice cracked again, and this time, you could tell he was crying. “Call me when you get this. We should talk. I love you, baby.”

And click. The call was over.

You listened to it again. And again. And every time, you waited to hear something resembling laughter in the background; some show, some ha! Gotcha!

But none ever came.

The world, suddenly, felt very small.

You should’ve called more. You should never have left home. You should’ve been there.

As you sank to the floor, your back to the cabinet, you wondered how anyone could possibly be as selfish and as careless as you.

- - - -

Benny was at your side.

You never would’ve noticed if he hadn’t wrapped his arms around you. Even the words tumbling from his lips—“I’m sorry” and “we can just forget, we can forget it ever happened” - wouldn’t have been strong enough to pull you from inside of your own head if you hadn’t felt the safety of his touch.

You looked up at him and found he was little more than a blur in the moment. You hadn’t found it in yourself to cry - but you would, surely, at a later date when it somehow set in - but your whole world was turning around you. Plane tickets, rental cars, buying something black (you’d ditched all of your black clothes after a week in the Florida heat), orchestrating housing for a long weekend, family reunions, a plane ticket home, missing work … it was all too much, all at once. So you held onto Benny, his pine scented body wash still clinging loosely to him and drowning all of your big feelings momentarily in an imaginary sea of green. You pushed your nose into his neck and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Honey?” Benny brought his palm to rest at the back of your head. “Are you feeling okay?”

The stinging began behind your eyes, becoming a prickle. You felt your face growing hot but decided it didn’t matter. It was too much.

“He’s dead, Benny.” You whimpered. “My papa. He’s dead.”

Benny’s grip on you tightened. He knew how much your grandfather had meant to you; God knows you’d discussed him enough times as you compared your unruly mud-pie and Sunday fishing filled childhoods.

“Fuck, honey. I’m - I’m so sorry.”

Benny didn’t feel the need to fill the air with words like you did. Everything about him was comfort, was stability; perfect just as it was.

“I have to - I have to go home.” You leaned back against the cupboard, and for the moment, Benny released you.

He sat back, his arms roping around his knees. Like a little kid trying to sit still.

“For the funeral, and all. You know.” You pressed the heels of you hands into your eyes. “Fuck, I gotta find a sitter for Salem, and - I have to book a ticket home. I mean, I could take my car, but that thing is, just - a fucking massive hunk of crap-“

“You’re not taking your car.” Benny said with finality.

“How the hell else am I supposed to get there?” You snapped.

“We’ll drive.” Benny said.

We’ll drive.

“Benny-“

“You’re not going alone.” He told you. “The plane tickets are gonna cost you an arm and a leg. And you can’t take your car. And … you shouldn’t be by yourself.”

You considered it for a moment; having Benny around made you better. He was honest about who he was from the first word he spoke to you. He was funny, and joyful, and he somehow always knew the right thing to say. And the thought of facing your family without him felt like trying to keep yourself from getting swallowed by a black hole.

But, still. You were who you were.

“You don’t have to–”

“I know.” Benny reached for your hand. As it enveloped yours, you allowed yourself to look at him for the first time. Those big, sweet bambi eyes of his - giving away every little feeling - were like lakes all of a sudden. Like you could drown in them.

“I don’t even have to meet your family, if you don’t want to. I’ll - stay across town, or find a Super 8 or something–”

“Don’t be stupid.” You said, and it came out a little sharper than you meant it to. You squeezed Benny’s hand. “Of course you’ll meet them. You’re my best friend, Benny.”

Part of you reeled inside. Best friend.

Best friends who fuck sometimes, your mind corrected, and you cringed.

Right. You two had had sex. Insane, charged, mindblowing sex, and you still didn’t know what that exactly meant for your relationship. In all honesty, you were too scared to ask. You knew that he had been doing you a favor.

“I could do it,” he’d said. It was just a task; a friend helping another friend out.

But still, part of you hoped, wished. Now that you’d gotten a piece of what it was like to be with him, you didn’t know how to go back. You thought you’d combust or explode or die if you had to forget about it and move on. You’d been lying to yourself when you said that you would be able to move on if you could have him at least once. There was no moving on from Benny Miller.

But you didn’t have time to think about how awful you may have fucked this up. Your family needed you. You needed your family.

You felt your chest clench at the idea of going home and your papa not being there. There had been no warning, no preparation. You weren’t even able to say goodbye, he was just gone.

What had been the last thing you said to him? The last full conversation? The last time you’d helped him cook? Watched a show with him. You couldn’t remember. How could you not remember?

Your bottom lip trembled and somewhere in the peripheral of your hearing, you heard someone whimper. It wasn’t until you felt Benny’s hands on your face that you realized it was you.

He titled your head up toward him, and for the first time you realized that he was kneeling on his kitchen floor with you. His green-blue eyes gazed into yours and instead of finding pity or disgust or awkwardness, you found tenderness.

The thought caused a sob to wrack your shoulders, and you broke, folding in on yourself.

“Hey, hey.” Benny cooed, hauling your trembling form into his arms. “It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

You dug your face into his shoulder and one of his hands snaked into your hair, massaging your scalp. He held you while you wept.

“I’m sorry,” you huffed pathetically, holding onto his shoulders.

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” he whispered into your hair. “Let it out, honey.”

You clung to him, and you weren’t sure how long you stayed like that.

Eventually, your tears calmed into sniffles and Benny’s hand was still moving up and down your back.

You pulled back, wiping the moisture left around your eyes. Benny’s arms fell to your arms, and one of his hands moved to tuck an errant curl behind your ear.

“God,” you croaked, eyes bleary. “This is just a mess. I’m so sorry, Benny.”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me right now,” he said softly, thumb moving up and down your forearm.

“No, Ben. After last night—”

“Don’t.” His voice was soft but firm. Your eyes filled with tears again.

God, you’d ruined this, hadn’t you?

“No, please, I don’t want you to think–”

You were cut off by his lips on yours, and it was enough to send your stomach fluttering.

It wasn’t a passionate, desperate kiss like the ones you’d shared the night before. No, this kiss was chaste, but just as steadfast. It was closed-lipped, but firm, and achingly slow. It felt like a goodbye.

“Baby,” he breathed, and when you looked into his eyes, they were soft. “It’s okay. I know.”

The resigned look in his eyes made your heart stop.

Oh, you thought. He thought you were going to ask him to forget it.

He kissed your forehead and you just sat there, at a loss.

What were you even going to say to him?

“Hey, I know you just did me a huge favor, but I'm actually in love with you and never want to be with anyone else for the rest of my life?” Or, “hey, I’m in love with you and I think I have been for months, thanks for the sex by the way!”?

No. The truth was, you had no idea what you’d been about to say, or where you’d even begin to describe where you were at. You weren’t even sure you’d be able to. Besides, there were more pressing things that occupied your mind at the moment.

Your grandfather.

The thought hit you like a truck, stealing the breath from your chest.

Benny pulled back from your forehead, the usual easy look in his eyes. He looked exactly as he always did, proving to you that whatever happened last night couldn’t have been as big a deal to him as it was to you. Your chest panged at that notion.

“How soon do you need to get back home?” He gently asked.

You blinked.

“The funeral is in four days,” you said, sniffling. “I should get back as soon as I can, though. God, my dad’s gotta be an absolute wreck.”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll call the gym, and we can leave first thing in the morning. Sooner, if you want.”

“And I need to call Santi to see if he can watch Salem,” you added. “I’ll let my mom know we’ll be up soon. Both of us.”

You said the last part pointedly, raising your eyebrows at him. He chuckled. You still couldn’t believe that he’d thought you were going to make him stay across town. As if.

“Let me handle Santi,” he said, standing up and offering a hand to you from where you were on the floor. You sighed and let him pull you off the tile by the arm.

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I can handle it. You’re already coming with me—”

“Honey,” he cut you off so softly that it made your heart yearn. Even when interrupting you, he was kind. “I’ve got it. You call your mom.”

“Okay,” you breathed.

He smiled at you and tapped your chin, before turning on his heel and walking back to his bedroom. As his footsteps faded, you heard his voice on the phone, no doubt talking to work.

You dialed your mom’s number, and as the phone rang, you truly felt as though your world was caving around you. Still though, the one constant thing was that Benny was next to you.

- - - -

The road was somehow lonelier than you remembered, if that was possible.

The only consolidation was the fact that Benny was humming quietly beside you, laser focused on the road while you looked onto the cornfields absently.

You silently thanked that he didn’t ask you if you were okay. One look at you could answer that question, but still. You thought that if anyone asked you that, you’d break down again.

He reached for the volume on the radio as the song reached its bridge, and his humming turned into full-blown song. You had barely realized the radio before then, being so caught up in your own grief-addled mind to be fully present. You snorted at the song choice once you recognized it.

“You will never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you!” Benny sang the chorus of Fleetwood Mac’s Silver Springs dramatically.

He turned to you when he saw you laughing.

“What?” he asked defensively.

“Nothing,” you said. “Just didn’t think they were your thing.”

“Hmm,” he hummed before glancing at you. “They’re not really, but they’re yours.”

It touched somewhere in you that he had thought to put your favorite artist on, even though he was the one behind the wheel, and it was his car. You felt your eyes mist up for what must have been the fifth time that day.

“Besides, maybe they’ve grown on me,” he added as an afterthought, eyes on the road.

You blinked the tears away.

“Told you so,” you muttered.

The past 24 hours had been a whirlwind.

It included packing for yours and Benny’s week-long stay at your parents’ house, calling off of work (something that shouldn't have been nearly as hard as it was), and convincing Santi and Everett to stay at your place for a week to watch Salem.

Initially when Benny had called Santi up with the proposition, he’d been vehemently against it. Benny hadn’t even been able to get out the reason why the two of you had to leave town before he refused. Apparently, Santi “didn’t do,” cats. Which proved to be a problem, as Frankie and Mari still had a newborn, and Will was still radio-silent after his and Benny’s fight. Once Santi figured out why you were leaving town though, he caved (with some convincing from Everett).

Now, as you and Benny made your way through the Appalachian mountains on your way to your midwestern hometown, what you worried about was your family.

More specifically, how your family would handle your bringing home a man who wasn’t your significant other.

You already knew that your aunts would love him; A handsome, tall, former military man like Benny? You’d’ve been surprised if your Aunt Jeanette didn’t propose to him herself. Your father would be fine, at least you didn’t have to worry about that part. He already knew about Benny and how he’d been your best friend for the better part of a year. You were closest with your father by far.

No, it was your mother and your brother that you worried about.

Your mother would be ambivalent at best and aggressive at worst toward him, all under the guise of protectiveness. Your brother would treat Benny’s very presence there as some sort of pissing competition if precedent was any indicator.

Once, when you were in your freshman year of college, you’d gone out with a marine for a few months. It had been a bad relationship, and he had been a bad guy, but still, he’d met your family once and when he did, your brother was on his very worst behavior. It was because he felt threatened, you knew, but still. You weren’t looking for a repeat of history.

“I can hear you overthinking over there,” Benny’s voice tore you from your worries.

“Sorry.”

“What is it?”

“My family,” you sighed, squeezing your eyes together. “I’m just imagining how uncomfortable this is going to be for you.”

“Please,” he laughed out, reaching over to squeeze your knee. “I did seven years in the army. I think I can handle your crazy family for five days.”

“I just can’t stop thinking about it. The drama, and all the questions we’ll get.”

“Honey, it’ll be fine.”

“I really wish it was that easy to get out of my head Benny, I do,” you said.

“Okay,” he offered. “Okay. Run me through your worst case scenario, then.”

“You realize it’s not worth it, and you never talk to me again.”

“Jesus, honey.” He scoffed. “You’re so dramatic. As if you could scare me off. You’re stuck with me now, or haven’t you figured that out?”

You half laughed at him supposing he was right. You were well past that.

“Tell me what to expect, then,” he said.

You sighed. That was better. You could do that.

“My aunts are gonna love you,” you began.

“Well that’s good to hear.”

“You didn’t let me finish. They’re gonna love you a little too much. Seriously, you’re like their wet dream.”

He threw his head back and laughed at that.

“I’m having a hard time seeing the problem with this.”

“Ha ha.” you said sarcastically. “Anyway, if they make you uncomfortable just tell me. My dad will be fine, he already knows about you. My uncles are fine, my cousin’s boyfriend is a dick, other than that, it’s just my mom and brother I’m worried about.”

“And why is that?”

“My mom is,” you paused. “Complicated. I genuinely don’t know how she’ll react. I already told her you were coming, but still. She’s a wild card.”

“Okay. What about your brother? Scared he’s gonna beat me up?”

You actually laughed at that, unable to hold it back. The very idea was hilarious. No, Benny could take your brother in a fight any day. It was the potential for drama that your brother held that made you nervous.

“No,” you finally said, voice still holding humor. “No, you could take him. It’s more that he likes to stir the pot. Any chance to embarrass me or cause problems, he’ll take it. I just don’t want him to involve you in the insane power trips he goes on.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I promise to be on my best behavior.” He offered.

That meant a lot to you. Benny was a hothead, that was no secret to either of you. It was something that made him such a good fighter. The fact that he was even willing to put up with someone intentionally trying to rile him up meant the world.

“I appreciate it, Ben, but that shouldn’t be your job.”

“Honey–”

“It’s not fair that you have to put up with it–”

“Honey,” you stopped at the urgency in his voice. It was the tone he used when you were rambling. You took a deep breath and met his eyes.

“It’s not your responsibility either.” He said evenly, looking at you. You took another breath.

“You’re right,” you nodded. “I just really appreciate that you’re even doing this for me. It feels like adding this to the mix is too much.”

“I’ll be the judge of what’s too much, honey,” he placated. “Let me help you with this. I’m here because I want to be, not because I feel like it’s a chore or because of pity, okay?”

You stayed silent, looking out the window at the rural landscape. Anything to not meet his eye. All of a sudden you felt embarrassed, like your biggest fear was just exposed for the world to see, because in reality it was. Benny had just seen through all the bullshit you put up about independence and not caring and thrown it to the wind. And now you were left with the truth; with the bare-bones reality that you needed him.

“Okay?” He asked again.

“Okay,” you caved.

You supposed you would need at least one ally if you were going to get through this week. It might as well be Benny. The truth was, no matter how much it scared the shit out of you, he was the one person you could always trust to have your back.

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You’d forgotten how much you missed the noise.

The quiet that Florida offered was nice, and it was welcome when you had it, but this. It hit you like a ton of bricks.

It was familiar in a way that made you ache and laugh at the same time. It was all that once had trapped you, and it was all that was now welcoming you back. It was the same and it was not.

Standing in your parents’ kitchen, you watched as your little cousins chased each other down to the basement for a game of hide-and-seek, nearly tripping your uncle as they raced past him. They were too young to fully grasp what was going on, why everyone was sad and grieving. You envied them for it.

In the other room, you could hear your dad and uncles talking about the economy again, while your mother and aunts prattled on about some other cousin or relative’s divorce. Your grandmother was sat quietly in the corner, and the seat next to her was occupied by Benny, who looked to be schmoozing the hell out of her.

It brought a smile to your face.

At the kitchen table were your other cousins–the ones you’d grown up with whose own children now wreaked havoc downstairs. They all seemed more somber than the rest, as if the others were just trying to continue as normal, but they were the ones who truly understood how strange this all was.

It was the same and it was different.

This was the same scene that you had lived out a million times throughout your childhood; a crowded, noisy house, your cousins running about causing mischief, too much food to go around, and laughter ringing from the rafters. Only now, it just seemed…off.

You were no longer a child, and the cousins you’d grown up with now had children of their own. Your mother and aunts and uncles were older too. And there were empty spaces. Your papa’s space was empty.

You shook your head to stop that train of thought. There would be plenty of time for tears at the funeral, and you’d been gone too long to be considered normal. You couldn’t leave Benny to fend for himself for too long either. Your grandmother was harmless enough, but it was only so long until some other member of your family decided to sink in their claws.

You skirted your way through your parents’ crowded living room, dodging a kid here and a cat there, before finally making it back to your seat beside Benny.

“Coffee?” You offered, handing him a mug made the way he liked it.

“Thanks, honey.” He patted your knee, taking a long sip of the hot liquid.

You sipped your own.

When your grandmother turned to converse with one of your aunts, Benny turned to you.

“So,” he began. “Don’t hate me, but there are at least twenty people in this room and I can barely remember the names of half of them.”

You laughed.

“That’s okay. If it makes it easier to remember, my mom and aunts’ names all start with J. It’s Jeannette, Joyce, Julie, and Jackie.”

“Huh,” he cocked a brow. “That would be great if they didn’t look so damn similar.”

“I know,” you shrugged.

It was true; your mother and her sisters all resembled each other. You took more after your father, though.

“Don’t worry about it,” you finally added, turning toward Benny. “All you need to know is that my mom is Jackie. Don’t call her that, though, unless she tells you to.”

“Got it.” He nodded, eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

The first meeting with your mother had gone surprisingly well. Better than what you’d expected. It was by no means touchy-feely, but it was cordial. Kind, even, if you could believe it.

She’d seemed suspicious when you’d told her vehemently that you were just friends, and that the trundle in the basement would be fine for Benny. But, she also had expressed her gratitude to him for getting you home safely and for being such a support to you since you’d moved to Florida.

It was an olive branch if you’d ever seen one.

So, it was now your brother that you had to worry about.

He’d had yet to make an appearance. Apparently, he was tied up on the base until tomorrow morning, so he would be flying out and arriving after that, tomorrow evening. That gave you some time to get acclimated to being back, yes, but also time to worry about having him and Benny beneath the same roof.

Your brother was a dick, but he was also your brother, which meant that he knew exactly how to hit you where it hurt. It’s a skill all siblings have. You’d seen Will hit Benny below the belt before, and vice versa. And you were completely prepared to take whatever blows your brother dealt in the coming week. It was the fact that you knew he would single out Benny that made you nervous.

You looked over at Benny beside you, and saw that his eyebrows were still drawn together in thought. You grappled with the urge to smooth out the wrinkle that formed between them.

“I can hear you overthinking over there.” You repeated his words from earlier.

“Hm,” he chuckled, turning to you. “Just trying to figure out how to make sure your mom doesn’t hate me.”

“What?” you laughed, not expecting that.

“She’s scary,” he laughed along with you. You could only nod.

“She scares everyone. You’d know if she hated you, I promise.”

He hummed, and before you could stop yourself, you continued.

“Besides, I don’t think anyone could hate you, Ben.”

You held your breath once the words were out.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

His eyes softened and he opened his mouth like he was about to say something, before your Aunt Joyce’s voice stopped him.

“Benny!” She shrieked, and the moment was gone.

“Come over here and tell us about your work!”

Benny’s eyes locked with yours and you had to hold back a laugh at the panic you saw in them.

“Good luck,” you mouthed at him as he made his way over to her.

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You couldn’t sleep.

You were in your childhood bedroom; a place where you’d slept thousands of times before without consequence, and still, you couldn’t sleep. You’d been tossing and turning for hours, and sleep just wouldn’t come.

You tried to blame it on too much caffeine, the excitement of the past few days, anything, but you knew what the common denominator was: Benny.

You couldn’t sleep without him there. At least not tonight, at least not after what happened.

After your family had overstayed their welcome (customarily), you had all retreated to your respective corners of the house: your father to his office, your mother to their room, and you and Benny curled up on the couch and watched hallmark Christmas movies.

It was the end of November, and the television channels were beginning their Christmas countdowns. Normally you hated the holidays. Your family never really celebrated thanksgiving, and Christmas was always a dramatic affair that included more fighting and bickering than family together-ness, so you’d grown to hate the tediousness of it all. But there, sitting with Benny and laughing at the ridiculousness of whatever Christmas-themed monstrosity hallmark had conjured up this year, made you realize that maybe you could like it if it included him. And that thought scared you.

Sitting up in your bed, you made your mind up and came to a decision, no matter how stupid that decision may be.

You crept down the stairs with skilled agility, being sure to bypass all the creaky floorboards that had gotten you in trouble in the past. You wrapped the quilt you’d brought with you from your bed tighter around your shoulders as you neared the basement. It was always freezing down there, no matter how much your parents cranked up the heat.

You were sure to be quiet as you snuck into the dark room where Benny was sleeping. It wasn’t dark and dank like many basements you’d seen, but it wasn’t completely finished either. You could barely make out his form on the trundle bed in the low lighting.

You shuffled closer and gently placed a knee on the bed.

“Honey?” he asked in a scratchy voice. Your heart stopped.

“Sorry,” you whispered sheepishly. “Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

“No,” his answer was immediate as he shuffled from the middle of the bed to one side, wordlessly making room for you.

He held up the heavy comforter as you moved closer, a wordless invitation. You slid in, perhaps a bit too close to be considered platonic, before placing your own quilt over his own comforter.

“I’m sorry it’s so cold down here,” you said lamely, suddenly embarrassed that you’d been caught sneaking into his bed.

He must think I’m pathetic, you thought.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled half-heartedly. “I don’t mind.”

You knew that was a lie. Benny would sleep in a sauna if he could. Still, it made your heart clench.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked after a moment of laying there in silence.

You shook your head.

“Nope.”

He hummed at that, shuffling a bit closer before sighing. He was getting comfortable, you realized. Getting ready to sleep. You felt his breath on your lips, and even in the darkness, you could tell that if you moved forward an inch, your noses would be touching.

“Me neither.” He finally added. “Goodnight, honey.”

“Goodnight,” you hummed back, tangling your legs with his under the blankets.

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A Little Hope

Crosshair x reader imagine, hunter x reader (platonic)

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Warnings: angst, nothing other than that really. I tried to keep it gender neutral.

Word count: about 1.1k

Author’s note: So I haven’t written anything like this since middle school but I really do enjoy writing and reading so I thought it would give it a shot. Let me know what you guys think. This one kind of came out of nowhere, I was feeling pretty sad and just started writing. Hope you guys enjoy!

I’m going to try to start writing more in my free time so if you have any requests or suggestions for writing feel free to send them! I can’t promise I will get to them seeing as I do work full time and I’m in school but I will do my best. I will only be writing for the clones as of right now, but maybe I will branch out at some point when I feel more confident in my writing abilities.

Summary: You and Hunter talk about your feelings for Crosshair.

The Marauder is quiet. Everyone is asleep. Everyone except you and Hunter who is on watch. The blanket wrapped around you becomes too hot. You sit up and lean against the wall of your bunk. It is hard to say what keeps you awake. Maybe it is because you are not tired. You know that’s not true. You can feel the exhaustion throughout your entire body. Running job after job for Cid is making you exhausted. Maybe you just can’t fall asleep. Maybe it is because he isn’t here. Crosshair isn’t here. The mere thought of him coming back is what is keeping you up. You need him to sleep. You need him to wrap his arms around you and whisper how he feels to you. You miss him. You need him back. It’s exhausting you more than the jobs to miss him, more than anything has ever exhausted you. Waking up without him is hurting you more than anything. Trying to hold on to hope for his return is only making it worse. It’s been months. You know he is not coming back, but yet the voice in the back of your head endures.

He will come home.

He misses you, just as you miss him.

He is ok. He isn’t hurt. He is protected.

But there is another voice in your head.

He doesn’t care. He never did.

You try push that one as far back as possible. Its not fair to him for you to think that, but you can’t help it. What if he needs you? What if he tries to reach out?

He won’t. Stop waiting for him. He made his choice.

But what if the chip is still controlling him?

But what if it isn’t?

“You’re thinking very loudly.”

Hunter’s voice snaps you out of your self-loathing thoughts. You didn’t even hear him walk in.

“I don’t think your heightened senses work that way,” you reply sarcastically. You feel bad that he has seen you like this, but it’s not the first time. It is like this most nights.

“You can talk to me you know. All of us for that matter. You don’t have to go through this alone,” he says.

“I know. It’s – it’s just so hard.” You force yourself to hold back the tears that are threatening to spill over. Maker, when did I become so emotional. Probably the day we were split apart. You don’t even know when you started to cry, but it’s happening more and more as of recent.

Of course, Hunter notices the tears. Nothing slips past him. Him and his damned heightened senses. He wipes them from your cheeks.

“I miss him,” you whisper. You miss him so badly. You’ve never missed someone this badly. It hurts more than anything you’ve faced. It tears you apart, rips right through your heart. Everything you’ve felt the last few months without him comes spilling out. Every emotion, every thought, comes out in the form of tears that won’t stop spilling. You hate that you’re crying in front of Hunter. You should be asleep right now.

But Hunter is right here. And he keeps on wiping your tears. He moves to sit in your bunk. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you. He was never taught how to comfort anyone. They don’t teach that on Kamino. He rubs your back, it’s what feels right in this moment, a comforting gesture nonetheless. He feels tears start to form in his own eyes. He feels guilty within himself, just as he has every waking moment. He shouldn’t have left Crosshair there on that platform. He should’ve forced him to come with, stunned him and dragged him along. They don’t leave their own behind. He feels like he has played some part in ruining your life along with Crosshair’s. He knows Crosshair loved you. He has never seen him act in a way that was so soft for anyone else. He remembers the first few times he seen you both together. Crosshair kept you a secret for so long, only to hide how he became soft around you. Seeing you both together for the first time was a shock to him. It was weird seeing someone with so much happiness wrapped around Crosshair, but then he saw the way he looked at you. Crosshair showing emotion other than annoyance or sarcasm? It was a shock to everyone to see how much love Crosshair showed you. Short kisses and hugs, random little gifts he would bring back from missions, his devotion of all of his free time to you. He could see the love Crosshair held for you plastered across his face. And you showed it right back. He had never seen two people so in love with each other. He knew from that moment that you were something special. All he wanted was for you and Crosshair to have a happy ending. He did everything he could to make sure Crosshair came home alive for you. Every time they weren’t on a mission, Crosshair was with you. Hunter had walked in multiple time to him talking to you on holocalls in between missions. Hunter began to think of you as family. All of his brothers adored you. He adored you. You became family to all of them. But now this family was broken. He is trying to fix it while simultaneously keeping it together. He wants Crosshair back just as much as you do. He wants Crosshair to see you with Omega. He wants him to see you in a life without the war. He wants everyone to settle down on a planet away from the Empire. He wants everyone to be together. He wants Crosshair back with his brothers and the one that loves him, back with you. Hunter didn’t even realize that he is now crying as well.

“Hunter… It’s not your fault.” You never blamed him once. He has made the best out of this situation. You know he can’t control it. He can’t make Crosshair come back.

“I still feel like apart of it is. Just know that a day doesn’t go by where I don’t think of him. If there is ever another moment where we can get him back, we will. I promise.” Hunter leans back and rubs his eyes wet with tears. He never lets himself cry. He feels so vulnerable, but he feels better now that he has let it out. They should have really taught them how to handle emotions on Kamino.

It once again becomes silent throughout the ship. You sit together for a little while longer, both calming down after the overwhelming emotions. You start to feel the tiredness steep into your mind once again. Hunter gets up and says good night as you begin to drift off. You will finally sleep tonight. Your negative thoughts cease to exist, replaced by happier memories. You have hope.

Crosshair will come home.

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Congrats on the 200!! I hope you get many more because you're an amazing writer I wish I could eat your fics like some fancy man at a bourgeois dinner

And I hope I'm doing this right, for the follower count special how about a song I listen to a lot when I write some of the 'edgier' characters Paper Love - Allie X With Crosshair or Hunter? (take your pick because I can't /sob)

MY LOVE, MISTY ❤️❤️ I missed you and thank you so much, I wish I could give you 10,000 hugs! (Edit: I finally have anon asks on, didn't realize they weren't on)

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Just Love Me

Crosshair x Reader Smut

Summary: It's depressing, how dedicated you are to a man you believe doesn't love you. But does he believe the same thing?

Warnings: reader insecure about themselves, crying, sex for comfort, mentions of reader having longer hair (apologies), oral (f!receiving), SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, fluffy

A/n: I'm very sorry for this, I really got into my feels for this one.

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You smoothed your black dress over your curves. It was a cold night, and you weren't aiming to look entirely nice in the blaring lights of 79's. You slipped on a maroon turtleneck, avoiding the clean cloth touching your face that was stained with black mascara. Crying had really took it out of you, but what did you find the outcome to be?

You let your hair down, running your hands through the locks. You tapped a tear that ran down your cheek, avoiding smearing any more of your mascara.

Maker, you looked terrible. What would Crosshair say? Well, whatever your guess would be, you would find out soon. He'd never seen you this disheveled, but you weren't gonna waste precious time cleaning up your face when mascara would be running later that night anyways.

You ran back to him everyday, looking for the same exact thing, the only thing that convinced you that you were good enough for somebody. He praised you cause he thought you were into it sexually, and yes you were, but it filled your heart when he made the comments he was convinced were harmless. Those are what kept you coming back to him. He unknowingly kept your person tied to his belt with a leash.

He would never love you, you knew it every time he left you cold in your bed, retreating to meet up with his crew before they started to question his disappearance. Why would someone so skilled, so handsome, so special love someone that was rough, ugly, so useless.

You were his, undeclared, but there was nothing you could do to forget that. To tear yourself away from someone who so absentmindedly kept your head slightly higher than it used to be. You had grown to love him. You couldn't help loving him, as much as he walked away, when he called you pretty, when he called you his in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but belong to him.

Your apartment wasn't far, maybe 2 blocks from where 79's was as you walked quickly. Combat boots you had slipped on clapped against the concrete of Coruscant's underworld.

Crosshair wouldn't care to see your mascara smeared, would he? If you tried to take him home like you tried every night he was on shore leave, would he push you away? Maybe he'd be too drunk to notice.

Walking through the doors, you spotted him immediately, by his lonesome. And his eyes met your in a hot second, the thought of him waiting for you to walk through the door wrung your heart out like a washcloth. It fed into that hope that maybe he loved you just as much.

You walked toward him, and he just stood there and waited, eyes trained on you with a permanent scowl. His mood seemed to shift as you came into the colored lights that flashed here and there. You face came into clear view and his fingers tightened against the curves of the glass.

"You've been crying," he spoke first, voice silky and spread like butter through the air.

You clenched your jaw and looked away for a moment. You felt embarrassed under his watchful eye, this always made you feel embarrassed, feeling like you needed him to breath was humiliting.

You looked at his neck, half exposed, the lower half covered by his blacks. Eye contact was the last thing you wanted to make right now. He knew you were avoiding it. He always knew.

"Can I- Can I please just take you home?" you asked, voice sharply cracking. You hadn't spoken since you started crying, the only noises were broken sobs. If he didn't have all the clues before, he certainly did now.

Crosshair placed his half-full drink on an empty booth table, taking your face into both of his hands. You were forced to look at him in this position, and you wished he'd just let you keep your head down. He looked disappointed, you knew this was a horrible idea. Coming here and seeing him when you looked a wreck.

"What happened, tell me why you're crying."

"That's not important-"

Crosshair's index and middle fingers pressed down slightly on your jaw involuntarily, expressing his increasingly tense attitude, "It is very important."

Your eyes began to sting with tears, making you bite your lip while he glared down at you with fierce eyes. You could tell him, but what if he thought you were using him? What if he thought that you only came to him because he made you feel good? What if he didn't understand that you were so in love with him it hurt?

"I just.. I wasn't feeling good tonight. I- I missed you Crosshair, can we just go home?" you asked, trying to avoid his pursing lips and the way he looked like he was about to snap at you. Home. Would he respond to that? Would he understand where you wanted to go? Your home was his home, you'd said that one night, drunk off your mind. He never responded, not a word. Maybe in his anger he would understand, maybe he would yell at you and express that he wasn't going home. Maybe he'd call it home then.

But he never did snap, he never yelled, he just slipped his hands down to grab both of yours and pulled you with him. He lead the way to your apartment, pushing through drunken citizens of Coruscant and arguments. He moved to having you caged in his arms, his chest pressed to your back as you walked through the Underworld.

The streets were colder than they had been moments before, but you didn't even care, you and Crosshair walked with long strides as you both made your way to the same place you had every night.

You began unlocking the door, and against what usually happened, his hands stayed to himself. He only hovered behind you, the shadow of his lean figure darkening your sight. Maybe he wanted what you wanted tonight, but he didn't express it. Why did this all feel so different. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.

The moment your door opened, he neared your back and encouraged you inside. You quickly shuffled, him shutting the door behind you two before snatching at your wrist and pulling your turtleneck over your head. It was thrown to the hardwood floor with a smack before hid hands were on you.

Turning you around, his other hand came to your face in a gesture that melted your heart. It was always clinking teeth together and sloppy kissing in your hallway, never him holding your face like you'd leave. His hands usually gripped and kneaded at your waist, never touched you like you'd break in half.

His lips pressed to yours in a fervent kiss, your blood running cold. This was different, this was so much different. Had you picked up the wrong man at 79's? Nobody else looked like him, but Crosshair didn't touch you like this. He didn't kiss you like this. Crosshair kissed you like he was one push away from eating you alive. The man holding you kissed you like you were a glass statue of his deceased lover.

You pulled away, no saliva covering your lips like it usually did and your stomach boiled for a different reason.

"Crosshair, what's wrong?"

He grunted, hands releasing you as they moved to wrap around your waist and pull you flush to his chest, "Why don't you answer that first, Doll?"

His lips glided against your neck, pressing soft kisses along the hollow of it.

"I.." he stopped when you begun to speak, waiting for the explanation he deserved. Were you really ready to admit it? Yes, you were. Even if it meant losing him forever, you were ready to admit it.

"I want you to want me."

He was silent for a moment before laughing quietly. Laughing was something he didn't do a whole lot with you. But his genuine laugh broke out, and it made you wanna melt into a puddle on the floor.

His right hand rubbed up and down the dip in your back where your spine trailed, "I do want you, Doll. I wouldn't be here if I didn't want you."

"No.. no, I don't mean that, I mean.."

He breathed in the scent of your skin, pressing a fluffy kiss to your shoulder. You reached up to hold his shoulders, grasping at him equally as tight as he was holding you.

"I want you to love me."

It seemed like the hallways had started pushing at you, growing tighter and tighter till it felt like you'd suffocate in the arms of the soldier. He was still, the only thing keeping you from believing he wasn't dead was his breath beating against your bare skin.

Then his chest vibrated, his stomach started twitching and you felt his breath start fanning in patterns. He was laughing. That asshole was laughing at you once again. You felt a tear start to fall down your cheek, leaving a trail of faded gray in it's wake.

You felt humiliated, absolutely stupid. Of course he would laugh, what else did you think he would do? You were stupid for thinking he could ever love you.

The hold you had on his shoulders started loosening as your heart broke more and more. This was stupid.

Crosshair pulled away from you, still holding your waist with a loose grip. He had a light smile on his face, he thought this was genuinely funny.

"Maker above all, you are too cute," he whispered, swiping your tear away, "Let me show you something."

He didn't allow you to grant him permission as he dragged you by your arm, whisking you away towards your bedroom. Your heart still felt swollen and you would've been out of the mood if it was anyone else treating you like he was. But it was Crosshair, and you would've done anything for him.

He laid you down on the bed with a practiced softness to his touch. He was never like this. This wasn't Crosshair. Had you truly messed up who you took home? No, because nobody in the universe sounded like him, nobody would ever.

He rolled up the lower half of your dress, letting it bunch up across your stomach. You never bothered with panties when your knew he was taking you home, so he was met with your wetness immediately, legs opened for him just how he liked. Your hole glistened with slick, encouraging him to eat you up. And he wanted to.

As he sunk down onto his stomach, moving your thighs to rest against his shoulder with ease, he stared up at you.

"My pretty Doll, you don't know a lot, do you?" he asked, nipping at your thighs, licking the spots where his teeth grazed.

You pet your hands through his grey hair, soft under your fingers, so soft. He was so precious today, so sweet and gentle. What happened?

"Other women, they've been trying what you do lately. Coming up to me, making a bold statement," he bragged.

It made you jealous, hurt. Your stomach clenched, a whine escaping you as his tongue flicked at your bud teasingly. You looked down at to see his watchful eyes still on yours. He was pretty between your legs. Other nights, he was handsome or sexy. Tonight he was just so pretty.

"I've never taken any of them home," he added, licking up your wet slit, lips coming to wrap around your clit and a suck a moan out of you. He hummed in happiness to the noise, continuing to lick at you with a skillful tongue.

You tilted your head back, upset you couldn't see him. But how slow your brain processed his works forced you to take a break from looking at him. Crosshair hasn't been with anyone since you..

You whine, rolling your hips against his face, connecting eyes again, his shining with delight, "Wh- What does that mean.. why?"

He drank you like you were his favorite glass of alcohol. Like you were that cup he left behind to be picked up and dumped by a server droid. Like every glass he'd ever left behind to take you home.

"It means that I do love you," he muttered into your folds.

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