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thegreatstoryteller · 2 years

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TF Therapy: Terrence

“Good morning Terrance, you’re looking well. How has your week been?” Dr. Eric Chang asked as his client removed his shirt.

“It’s been alright…. Thanks again for letting me remove my shirt doctor. It’s one of the few things that feels normal still after all the changes. Around everyone else I feel like I’m forced to act so…. So… proper. It’s annoying… and to the best of my ability I can’t even express my disappointment with profanity!... I’m sorry I’m getting ahead of myself. The week. The week has been adequate I suppose. It’s been nearly a month since the break up and I’m still feeling quite cross about it all. Anger and sadness don’t seem to be adequate or the intensity I feel these emotions… I’m rambling again aren’t I?” Terrence said glumly. His broad shoulders slumping disappointed.

“Terrence. It’s alright. The nature of your change has affected your significantly. You’re allowed to sort through your thoughts as you’d like.”

“But that’s the thing Dr. Chang. I hate it! Before my mind was so… so… simple. I knew I wasn’t the smartest one, but at least I could truly express myself without having to dictate an entire doctrine. Now… now I have all this information floating around my mind. All itching to be spoken and given form. This was not what I meant by my wish at all.” At this point Terrence began to stand, pacing around and kicking off his designer shoes.

“You’re correct. In my experience most individuals who encounter wish granters leave with many different qualities. In your case the wish altered your physical and mental form to an extent you weren’t pleased with. Objectively speaking can you go over your wish and what you intended vs the actual outcome?”

Terrence sighed, slipping off his socks. The feeling of his bare feet against the floor brought back some familiarity and relief to his anxious mind. “I had wished to be more cultured, worldly, and strong in every aspect. This was after I wished for clean water in my small town and honesty across my district! I saved the last wish just for me to make sure I got what I wanted. And you know the rest. It worked too well. I went from a rotund 350lbs of mostly fat and clearly Caucasian to this handsome Asian specimen before you. All carved muscle, healthy diets, and a brain that is so specialized for so many topics my head feels like it may implode from the sheer knowledge it contains! I know so many things… yet nothing that could get Timothy to stay with me… He… I made a selfish wish and then I lose the one thing I wanted most of all.”

At this point Terrence began to cry. Though even as he did the tears simply fell from his face dramatically, not staining his perfect face or causing his eyes to get red.

“Thank you for sharing your story once more with me Terrence. However, from what you’ve told me before, your wish alone wasn’t the reason a rift between you and Tim had broken up. Correct?” Dr. Eric inquired.

“What are you talking about? It’s preposterous to think otherwise. I changed so much in such a short time how could he not be scared off? I began to become an entirely different person from the man he fell in love with. He was a simple innocent man that wanted to spend of his life with me and I ruined all of that with a wish to try a make something better of myself. I simply ruined any chance I had with him.” Terrence finally reached for the tissue box before blowing his nose and wiping his face, still looking effortlessly gorgeous.

“Terrence. I am in awe how your over acting brain seems to embellish to the lengths you do sometimes. We won’t be able to tackle your mental differences without first addressing the reality of the situation. From what you’ve told me previously, even before the wish you had aspirations that didn’t fit into Tim’s long-term plans. Right?”

At this point the perfect face blushed a bit. “I mean… I suppose that’s true. I wanted to go back to school multiple times in the past, though Tim often said it’d be a waste of time… similarly I’d always wanted to travel and see the world… but Tim would always say he was more comfortable staying in town. We were both bigger guys who got tired easily… it’s not his fault. Sure he never liked any of the healthier foods I introduced to our diets, which got even worse after my change, but I always enjoyed sharing meals with him. And- And-“

“And you mentioned he did not want to get married or have children. In our last session you said he wasn’t ever considering that,” Dr. Chang interjected.

“Well… it’s the modern age Doctor Chang. He had every right to make that decision about how he wanted to live his life.” Terrence defended.

“I would agree. However, this seemed to run in opposition of what you described as your life long dream to have a child and a wedding.”

“I… I mean perhaps I could’ve changed his mind. I… growing up in that small town… it wasn’t easy to be who we wanted to be. Years of fear and hatred certainly guided many of our actions, but we always had each other. I’d never abandon him considering all that we’d been through… the bullying, the name calling, the hiding. Three decades of not being comfortable with who were were… I… I can’t let go of that.” Terrence clenched his fist, not even realizing he was removing his pants at this point, showing off incredibly carved calves and quads.

“You don’t have to give up your past Terrence. However, it isn’t healthy to idolize it either. What you and Tim shared all those years is a significant part of who you are. As you’ve described it to me, it’s clear that you two wanted two very different things from the relationship though. Tim’s action of breaking up with you do to all these changes appear to have just been an easier way for him to express his actual feelings. I cannot speak for Tim or his emotions, but I believe he did love you and he still wants the best for you, as he told you when the two of you ended things. Neither of you have to be abandoning one another in these situations. You are still the people you were before this on the inside, but this wish has brought your desires to better yourself to the forefront. I can’t help you return to what you once were. The wish granter made sure of that. My job now is to help you adapt to the life you can live now. If that is still something you’d like to do, I’m here for you.”

There was a long moment between the doctor and Terrence. “I do want to better myself Dr. Chang. Thank you for being so patient with me and for giving me these reality checks. I know how carried away I could be.” The well muscled man lowered his head solemnly.

“It’s quite alright Terrence. I know not all sessions can be progressive, but the sessions where we revisit and reaffirm instances of our past can be helpful as well. Are you ready to resume where we left off last week?”

With a movie star smile Terrence nodded. “I am doctor. Please ask me anything.”

“I guess I’ll start with the nervous tendencies you’ve developed since your change. I know you used to wrestle and sometimes do so nude with Tim, but outside of stripping when stressed how’ve you been handling your anxiety?”

Once again that smile faltered into a blush as Terrence recounted how he’d made quite the impression on his first week into college.

Dr. Evan’s Chang’s Notes on patient: Terrence

Age: (46) 32

Height: (6′0) 6′0

Race: Caucasian - Asian

Subject appears to considerably hold on to previous relationships despite mutually agreed separation. While not likely a result of the wish based transformation it appears further time will be needed to re-establish confidence and coping mechanisms outside of involuntary removal of clothing. So far reintegration into academics have assisted in processing the overwhelming amounts of information inside the subject’s head.

Unfortunately there still appears to be gaps in memories surrounding the mysterious wish granter. From other patient’s records there may be a serial wish granter who imposes these wishes on to others and leaves them with very little resources to rediscover them. Regardless the patience seems to be making slow but steady progress towards accepting their new changes. Should subject gain full mental control of his limitless abilities, perhaps the agency may find use in his problem solving skills... or perhaps I may as well.

#tf therapy #thegreatstoryteller #age regression #race change #racial change #mental change

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sanchosammy · 3 years

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“Let me show you how much I need you.”

Description: Jealousy makes people do very stupid things... Like disappear when Mando tells you not to leave your spot. When a dangerous bounty with an aggressive attitude tries to kill you, it forces you and Din to face your feeling’s for each other.

WARNINGS: Death, Pain, Bruising, Jealousy, Small bit of NSFW (but not really really), strip clubs?, cursing.

Word Count: 4,130. - This is dedicated to @warrentrash for getting me into The Mandalorian.

You knew what was coming, and somehow you found yourself still bothered by the sight. The place was a real shit-hole. The spacious area had several different platforms spread out with Twi’lek women on each one of them dancing for men. You noticed the smell that lingered inside the space and it never seemed to leave, it was unpleasant to say the least.

You looked over at Mando with an expression that showed how uncomfortable you felt about this. The location and business were incredibly sketchy; you had an unsettling feeling that some of the women here didn’t have a choice in the matter. And the idea of Din looking at half-naked women made you surprisingly insecure, but that was a conversation you were avoiding with yourself.

The two of you had flirted often, but it remained just that. Flirting. There was no official title behind it, which left you nervous about losing him in nearly every situation that involved a woman. He hadn’t even kissed you and you weren’t sure if he was even allowed to. The Mandalorian code flashed through your mind as it often did whenever you tried to imagine something serious with Din.

He paused to watch you for a moment behind the visor of his helmet, before he replied quietly “I know, we just need to find the guy; we won’t be here longer than we need to be, I promise.”

You nodded in understanding. You walked in together, both of you looking at the different men from the back of the room. None of them looked like the bounty. He was here though, you knew he was because of an inside source… Okay, his girlfriend sold him out.

The music was loud. You found yourself leaning into Mando for the sake of privacy of your conversation, but your heart quickened at the closeness between the two of you anyway. “I’m worried we stand out together like this. It looks suspicious.”

He was silent for a moment, and you could tell he was weighing the options in his head. There was nothing Din hated more than leaving you alone anywhere, no matter what the circumstance was. It didn’t matter the bounty, or errand, he had you in his sight for his own peace of mind.

“I don’t know, I don’t like this.” He commented blankly. His voice revealed his uneasiness even through the helmet.

You sighed as you looked at him, a pleading on your face. “Come on, Mando. I’ll sit in one corner and you can do the same. I’ll still be in your direct line of sight. We came all this way and I want to catch the asshole.”

The payment for this was above the average, and you wanted this success for the both of you. This specific bounty had stolen beskar from someone and you knew this meant something to Din for that reason alone. He processed your request before reluctantly agreeing.

“Listen to me, do not leave this room. If you see him, whistle.” His tone was pressing with seriousness, and you could feel him intensely staring at you. An unspoken message that he was not at ease in the slightest. You somewhat enjoyed how intense he could be, the tension it created sometimes was indescribable.

“Okay, I got it.” You nodded. Almost anxious from the restless feeling of wanting to catch the bounty. As you turned to walk off his hand stopped you by the arm. He hovered over you for a moment as he spoke, his voice coming out husky. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.”

You swallowed hard and forced a breath out “I promise, Din.” There was a pause from him. He seemed to register something; maybe it was just your promise, but it felt more than that. His hand released your arm and slid down the sleeve before he separated from you finally.

It almost left you frozen there to think about what that was, but there was no more time to waste in this. You found yourself seated on a carved bench near the back of the room in the direction of a dancer. She was surrounded by a handful of men who watched with eager eyes, and you couldn’t help but to grimace in response.

However, this looked a lot more natural than before and that brought some relief. As you looked around the room in hopes of finding the criminal, your thoughts shifted elsewhere. You recalled hearing in the past that Twi’lek women have the ability to seduce people through a telepathic field, and you wondered if there was some truth to that.

This information created worry in you deep down. It only made you think about Din again. What if he liked all of this? You cringed knowing something happened between Xi’an and him before the two of you met, and that only made you feel worse about this.

In an attempt for some comfort you looked for Din. You just needed to see him sitting somewhere looking for the bounty just as you were. Searching for his helmet you noticed he was no longer in the seat he was just moments before. You bit your lip and sat a little taller in response, why was your heart racing this fast?

Your palms became clammy from the feeling inside. Then you saw it. Mando leaned against the wall in a conversation with a woman. She appeared to be one of the dancers here, and you found yourself nearly sick from the thought. What could they possibly be speaking about? He looked so casual and willing to be in her presence.

It was irrational to be upset and assume things, but you couldn’t stop your reaction as you watched her hand slide up his arm. Your face was as warm as the Razor Crest’s engine from the bitterness burning inside of you. The sight of another woman touching him in such a way was the limit for you. You stood abruptly before storming off in the opposite direction no longer able to stand the sight of it all.

There was no real plan on where you’d be going after this, but you didn’t have a chance to figure it out before hands wrapped around you. You didn’t have a second to let out a scream as the person covered your mouth pulling you into a secluded room. Panicked, you put up a fight to get out of their grasp. Elbowing them in the face before you stumbled further into the small room at the sudden release from them restraining you.

It was him, the bounty you’ve been searching for the past thirty minutes. He was a massive man with a face that was mean as shit. A scar down his eye was the first thing you noticed, and then the smell of alcohol hit you hard.

“I’m so sick of you Guild motherfuckers.” He seethed in anger. “I should have sent this message earlier,” He slowly stepped forward and you noticed the knife in his hand. You pulled your blaster from the holster and aimed without hesitation. He paused in return of the action.

“We don’t have to do it this way, Badar.”

He scoffed in response to your plea at peace, and a grin appeared on his lips instead. Suddenly without warning he lunged forward in an attempt to hit your exposed neck with the blade. Leaning back just enough somehow saved you from this near death experience, and this pumped adrenaline through you in response. With a swift grip on his wrist, you twisted his arm behind him in one move and shoved his face into the nearest wall. The knife hit the ground because of the pressure to his arm and you remained with the blaster against his skull.

“I don’t want to kill you.” You breathed heavily from the action.

He chuckled in response seemingly unphased by the possibility of his own death, and it made your blood run cold. Like a predator teasing their prey, he spoke out calmly “Kill me while you have the chance because if I escape from this, I’m going to watch the life drain from you.”

He counted down from three. Your thoughts were spinning in your head. You didn’t want to kill a man no matter what he had done. You weren’t ready to live with that decision, but you knew he was going to end your life if you allowed him out of this position. He had spoken a promise in those words. You had nothing to restrain him with as Mando had the cuffs on him.

As soon as you heard him say one; you pulled the trigger from fear but nothing happened. There was a soft sound of the metal clicking but not a thing happened in response. It had stopped working completely. There was an awkward pause between you and the man, both of you processing this information at the same time.

That you almost killed him and now you were defenseless.

He pushed his shoulder back hard to throw you off balance, and you stumbled backwards to the floor. He turned around and you could feel his knuckles crash into your face. It hurt like a bitch, but you didn’t have a moment to process before he pulled you from the ground and slammed your back into the wall.

There was a scuffle as you fought back. You did everything you possibly could, punching, kicking, scratching and he nearly slipped up at one point. This only encouraged his anger. His hands found your neck and held you just above where you could touch the floor.

“You should have let me killed you with the knife. It would have been over so easily, but now? I want to watch these pretty eyes roll in the back of your head, you little bitch.” His hands tightened after he practically spit in your face.

You tried to reach for his face to stun him or something. Anything to bring back some of the air in your lungs. It was painful and you could feel yourself starting to suffocate under his grip. He looked so amused the closer you seemed to death.

Death. This scared you. You didn’t want to die looking at some criminal as he practically was high from your painful demise. You wanted to see Din one last time. You wondered where he was as you were saying goodbye to the galaxy. Had he even noticed that you’re gone by this point? You couldn’t imagine how awful it was going to feel when he found your dead body in a private room of the club.

You grasped your fingers around his hands in an attempt to pry them off. The feeling of your body shutting down from the lack of oxygen terrified you. It all felt so weak and tiring. Your eyes fought to stay open in fear they would never open again after this.

“Please stop.” The words hardly came out. They sounded strained and unendurable. Finally, you start to nod off and you could feel your eyes shutting without a fight this time.

The sound of the door being kicked open would have startled you if you weren't hanging onto life by a thread. The sound from a blaster hardly reached your ears, but you found yourself hitting the floor directly after it went off.

The man laid on the floor next to you. The only difference was you could breathe now, and he had stopped. He was dead with a hole through his head. You wanted to react, move away from his lifeless body, but you were so weak you remained still struggling for air.

Din shouted with the blaster still aimed at the dead bounty’s head. His voice filled to the brim with rage “You’re lucky that’s all I did to you.”

The world faded in and out for you. Din’s tender voice, almost shaking with concern, calls out for you. “(Y/N)?” His hands softly pulled you into his hold “Hey, hey, stay with me kid.”

The world around you faded to black. It only felt like a few moments, but when you looked around the room again you found yourself in the Razor Crest instead. It was moving though, this meant the two of you had left the planet far behind by now. The soft hum of the ship became comforting. You thought you’d never hear it again after what happened in the club.

“You’re awake?” Din asked, causing you to jump. You noticed him standing near the bed, a fresh cup of water now sitting on the storage box that was being used as a nightstand for you. Forcing yourself to sit up in the small bed, you nodded silently in response.

“How do you feel?”

“My throat hurts.” You whispered. The ache in your throat was bothersome, but it was not the worst thing you’ve ever experienced. You’ve had yourself plenty of stupid fights and mistakes resulting in painful recoveries. Nonetheless, you wished this was one you could have avoided. Looking in his helmet visor, you could see the reflection of your bruised neck. The bounty’s handprints displayed for everyone to see in an awful color.

Your own hands shook a little as you lifted them to your neck, touching the bruise with a sickly feeling in your stomach. A reminder of your almost death, how this was past a simple fight but nearly the end of your life. You hardly noticed how Din’s hand turned into a fist at his side as he watched the moment silently. Your eyes trailed back up to his helmet wondering what you could possibly say in this moment.

“Did he… Is he dead?” You asked not confident you wanted to hear the truth that you already knew.

“Yes.”

With a heavy sigh, your shoulders fell from regret. This was all your fault. You failed the mission and in return placed Mando in an uncomfortable position. The bounty was supposed to come back with you alive. If you had remained in your spot as promised, this could’ve been avoided. Din wouldn’t have another death to blame himself for.

“I’m sorry.” is all you could find the words to say.

His head shook while he looked at the floor of the ship. Avoiding your careful watch. This didn’t feel like disappointment or sadness from him, but you could feel a form of anger coming from the Mandalorian. You’ve come to learn over time that you didn’t need to see his face after being around him for so long, his body language could speak volumes for him.

“You promised to stay in my range of sight, (Y/N).”

“I know. I shouldn’t have left…” You didn’t finish your sentence, Din cutting you off from continuing but his tone remained level.

“No, there is no ‘shouldn’t have’ in this. If you can’t follow orders, maybe you shouldn’t be in the action.”

You looked up at him suddenly. Eyes practically burning into him from anger and disbelief. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You failed horribly, but he didn’t need to make you feel so much worse about the situation.

“Screw you, Mando.”

“I’m not the one that almost died tonight.” He spit back as he stepped forward. You both found yourself glaring at each other, you could feel his stare through the helmet. The way Din carried his shoulders when he was furious with someone was something you could spot miles away after spending so much time with him.

“I bet you wish I would have died tonight. Then you wouldn’t have to have this conversation anymore, right?” You found yourself standing up with fists balled at your sides as you continued without skipping a beat. “Not to mention you wouldn’t have to deal with me anymore! And you could spend all your time sweet talking Twi’lek women instead of watching over your partner. What a perfect world for the great Mandalorian.”

By the time you finished your little explosion, you wanted to leave. To hide from him, his disappointment and anger was something you couldn’t take right now.

He paused, startled by what you said in the moment. The words finally register in his mind.

“What?” Confusion and concern filling his voice as it was softened now. Looking down not wanting to meet his face, you attempted to hold back the tears in your eyes.

He moved to stand in front of you, “You think I wish you were dead?”

You didn’t answer him. His hands softly cupped each side of your face, lifting your eyes to meet his line of sight.

“I would have killed him again.” You could feel the distance between you close, the cool metal of his helmet pressed against your forehead. Though it wasn’t his own skin, it felt almost as intimate considering no one had been this close with Din. “And again… I would kill anyone who hurts you.”

The lump in your throat was hard to swallow. The tension made you feel like you couldn’t breathe, but you forced yourself to face the real reason this all happened. To face the feelings you’ve kept bottled up over time.

Your voice came out quiet, nerves getting the better of you. “Why weren’t you watching over me in the club… Why were you with that woman?”

He pulled back a little, a small hurt washed over you from the lack of contact now. The warmth of his hands pulled away from your face.

“I was bribing her for information. What did you think was happening?” He questioned curiosity in his voice.

You bit your lip holding off from replying. The pressure of what to say building up. You wanted to tell him how you truly felt. How much you found yourself in love with him as each passing day went on, but you didn’t want to lose the bounty hunter if he didn’t want that life with you.

“I thought you wanted her… Instead of me.” You felt embarrassed saying it out loud, you could feel your cheeks warm at the confession of your own lips. How stupid you must’ve looked being jealous over a man that wasn’t yours.

For a moment he paused. The silence only increased your nervousness. After a few seconds passed and the dread became too heavy on your shoulders, you wanted to escape. You messed it up. You’ve ruined the adventure the two of you shared.

You mumbled under your breath as you started to pass by him, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” The idea of silently crying in the fresher of the ship sounded perfect right about now.

He stopped you by your wrist before you could move past the privacy curtain he had hung for you from the beginning of traveling together. His hand softly keeping you in place. You forced past the nerves to look at him, and he seemed unsure of himself. For once the confident bounty hunter seemed unsure.

He decided to speak finally, his voice hesitant “Can I try something?”

You couldn’t find any words to say. Instead, you gave him permission with a nod. He pulled you to the small bed and guided you to sit on the edge before he disappeared. You watched your leg nervously bounce before he returned with a small black cloth in his hand.

“I need to cover your eyes.” He said in a gentle tone, and you could feel his nerves matching your own.

“Okay…” you whispered. He leaned to his knees slowly in the space between your legs and that alone brought the longing for something more.

Space travel didn’t bring a lot of time to consider such intimate situations. Unless you found yourself in a partnership with someone who was your own, but Mando had never had something like that. He had a few mistakes between him and Xi’an, and you hardly remembered any of the less special memories of hook-ups in the past.

He was careful as he placed the cloth around your face. It perfectly covered your eyes as a makeshift blindfold. You were nervous and confused. Unsure of what he was doing all of this for, but you trusted him.

“Is it too tight?” He asked and you could feel his concern in his voice. A small smile spread across your face for only a moment.

“No, it’s fine.”

“You have to keep it on. Promise me, please.” Fear was wrapped in his words.

It started to click for you. He was scared because he was doing something he has never done around you, or anyone for that matter. He was going to remove the thing that protected his honor. It was his religion. The most important part of him and his life, and the only thing he has known since childhood. He didn’t want to lose it because of someone else’s selfishness.

“You have my word.” You said reassuring him. No hesitation in your expression or tone. You wanted nothing more than for him to know he could trust you with this. That he was safe with you in this way.

Your sense of hearing was heightened from the lack of sight available now. You listened to the sounds of his gloves slowly being removed off and tossed next to him, and then the helmet being placed on the floor.

You could feel his face close to yours. He was in reach, but you remained still. Nervous about what he wanted to do here, and not wanting to push his boundaries in any way. You could still feel him in the space between your legs and your breath faltered in response.

“Can I kiss you?” His voice came out without the sound of the helmet covering his natural tone. His voice was just as deep without it. Just as gruff as before but now it sounded so natural, so heavenly in your ears.

“Yes.” you whispered with your stomach in knots.

His lips connected with yours, and his hands returned to your face. You could feel his calloused hands against your soft skin and it reminded you this was real. Not a dream, but the actual touch of his fingertips. Your mind wandered to think of his face, the feeling of facial hair pressed against you and it brought more questions to your mind about his appearance. At this point you truly didn’t care though, Din was someone you wanted no matter of his look.

The kiss was slow, remaining at a cautious pace. As if Din thought you would change your mind at any moment. You hardly noticed one hand moved from your face to hold you by your waist sometime in between the lengthy kiss.

Disappointment filled you when he started to pull away after several moments. Already craving every possible touch you could get from him. Before he completely slipped away from your presence, you held onto his hand keeping it against your cheek. Holding it there as you gently rubbed your thumb against his hand.

His forehead pressed against your shoulder. You wondered how long it had been since he had been in such an intimate position with someone, or if he had been in this kind of situation with anyone at all in his years.

You stiffened when something wet touched your neck. A long shaky exhale came from Din before he pulled his arms around you, holding you in a tight embrace. You fought against the urge to pull away to check on him, instead returning the favor to comfort him in your arms.

“I watched the life fade from your eyes.” His voice broke as he remained tucked in your embrace. He held onto you as if you would disappear the moment he pulled away. “I can’t lose you. You’re everything that keeps me human.”

“I’m okay, I promise. I’m here.”

He pulled away from your arms and returned to the spot in front of you again, his hands slowly trailed to rest on your legs. Your heart skipped a beat when a gentle kiss was placed on your shoulder. His lips tracing the bruise on your neck leaving soft kisses behind.

“I promise you, cyar'ika. No one will ever touch you again.” You shuddered as he made the promise leaning into your ear before returning to kiss the bruise one final time.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He allowed a moment for you to say anything that sounded like a hint to stop, but you remained patiently with your blindfold on. A soft kiss was placed on the side of your temple as a confirmation.

Din’s voice came out quiet and deep “Let me show you how much I need you.”

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jediken0bi · 3 years

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Summary:

After a rough case Spencer knows exactly what he needs to feel okay again. Or rather, who he needs

(no smut, pure fluff)

word count: 1747

On days like today, the only thing Spencer wants to do is be held by you. It took him some time to figure out that physical affection was something that could make him feel calm and content as opposed to the feeling of discomfort he used to experience every time someone invaded his personal space to go in for a hug or something of that sort. His best guess was that it's different with you because he loves you. Not like he loves Derek or JJ or any other member on his team, but in a way that feels all consuming sometimes.

He means that in the best way possible.

He fell in love with you almost as quickly as you fall asleep after a hard day in the shop. It overwhelmed him at first. He wasn't used to feeling with such intensity.

There was a time where Spencer believed he couldn't love and be loved in return. He didn't think he knew how. But you just walked into his life one day and before he realized it his heart had made the decision to love you.

He'd like to say that he doesn't remember what life used to be like without your constant reminders that you fell in love with him because of what he considers his quirks and not despite of them, or your cuddles that were usually followed by praise or words of encouragement, but the truth is he does remember.

He remembers how dull life felt before you. How lonely he was and how undeserving of love he felt all his life.

Sometimes he can't help but fear what would happen if you suddenly got tired of him.

But then he remembers the words you whisper to him ever so often when you feel him growing anxious:

"You're the brightest star in my galaxy, Spence"

It's cheesy and it's cliche but it soothes his soul like nothing else. Hearing you say those words makes him feel like he can finally let out that breath he's been holding all day long.

It's cheesy and it's cliche but it is perfect.

It's been a little over a week since you and Spencer have last seen each other. Sure, you've texted and called as often as your schedules let you and you even convinced him to facetime you once, but it just doesn't compare to actually being with each other.

The team had just wrapped up a horrible case involving young women. Without going into detail it's fair to say that Spencer couldn't wait to wrap his arms around you tight enough to ensure that you're here with him, that you're safe.

The Metro was late, delaying his arrival by approximately 20 minutes. While that's not enough time to raise concern for a lot of people Spencer knows better than to not let you know.

His job puts him at risk every day and you're not naive enough to believe that safety is a given for people in Spencers line of work.

He shoots you a quick text letting you know he'll be late and you reply with lots of exclamation points, emphasizing how excited you are to see him.

He can't help but smile to himself. He closes his eyes for a second and takes a deep breath. He's struggling with letting the events of that recent case go.

The victims looked too much like you and it sometimes took Spencers focus away from what was right in front of him. He can't help but feel like he should've been quicker.

There's no doubt in his mind that you'll start questioning him as soon as you spot the distressed look on his face and you're going to want him to tell you what happened. And he will. Just maybe not tonight. You two agreed to have no secrets and the key to that is total transparency when it comes to what's on your mind.

He doesn't worry though. You never make him talk about work when he tells you he doesn't want to yet.

You don't push because you know that he'll tell you the next day once he is rested and convinced that both of you are safe.

Completely lost in his thoughts, he almost missed his stop. He managed to get off in time and from there it was only a 5 minute walk to your place.

Your Place.

These words are starting to taste bitter on Spencers tongue. He's been wanting to ask you to move in with him for weeks now but every time the opportunity presents itself he chickens out.

Part of him is so scared you're going to reject him and he's going to lose you.

Realistically speaking he knows that you value your time together as much as he does and he can't imagine you'd ever laugh at him or leave him for something like that but it's those pesky insecurities he's been trying to overcome that tell him that he can't really be sure.

He's confident though. Tonight is the night. As much as he doesn't mind going to your place to see you after cases, he can't shake the thoughts of him being able to come home to you. Thoughts of you waiting for him with open arms and a overall presence of love that will fills your shared apartment.

Before he can get too lost in his thoughts he knocks on your door and starts nervously shifting around on his feet.

It's not that he's afraid you're not happy to see him. Quite the opposite actually you've made sure he knows you've missed him just as much as he missed you. It's just that Spencer never really got used to being on the receiving end of such strong affection.

He loves it. God, he loves it so much but it still feels like it's too good to be true. His job makes him paranoid and as much as he wants to, he can't quite shake his anxieties about losing you just yet.

You open the door and he looks up with wide eyes.

There you are in your worn out Star Wars shirt with those adorable matching shorts practically beaming at him. You look so happy to see him. Because of him. His eyes immediately soften and he opens his mouth to say something but you beat him to it.

"Spence!! You're back!"

Before he knows it you're already in his arms. Legs wrapped around his middle and arms around his neck squeezing him tightly before leaning back to press a firm kiss to his head.

He doesn't waste a single second. Wrapping his arms around you and pressing you closer to his chest. He lets out a breathy laugh.

"Hey there beautiful. I missed you so much"

You let out a small giggle before leaving the embrace to properly look at him. One of your hands goes to rest on his cheek while the other starts brushing through his messy hair.

You look at him with a wide smile.

"I can almost guarantee i missed you more, handsome. Now come in we haven't cuddled in over a week and i'm starting to feel very serious withdrawal symptoms!"

This time he lets out a proper laugh, nodding his head and taking your hands in his.

"Yeah i know a thing or two about that. We got a lot catching up to do then"

You only smile wider and drag him inside, promptly closing the door behind you.

"Indeed we do so go get changed. You must be uncomfortable in those clothes. You're in luck sir your pj's just got out of the dryer"

You push him towards the bedroom door and both of you laugh at the domestic scene at hand before Spencer stops, turns out and wraps one of his arms around your waist.

"Can i get a 'welcome home' first"

He looks at you with such love in his eyes you almost forget what you want to say.

"Hmm well technically you're not home yet"

You say teasingly knowing exactly what he is actually asking for. You're more than willing to give it to him considering it's all you could think about this past week and a half but you always did enjoy watching him squirm.

Spencer doesn't seem fazed by your comment. He looks a bit nervous but other than that he radiates a certain confidence you're finding incredibly attractive on him.

"You're here, aren't you? My home isn't a place. It's a person and that person is standing in front me right now"

You stare at him with shiny eyes. Despite what he may think, Spencer is actually quite the romantic. It's not unusual for him to compliment you out of nowhere. You're fairly confident you never experienced genuine love until you've met Spencer.

But this? This was so much more than a compliment. It's him wanting to make you understand just how committed he is to you. How much he loves you.

Not wanting to wait any longer you just grab him by the collar of his vest and press a firm kiss to his lips. You only hope that Spencer can feel the extent of your love through this kiss.

What starts out as a innocent way to proof that he is your home too quickly turns more heated when Spencer presses you closer to him.

His tongue asks for entrance and you grand it to him. You're completely lost in the feeling of Spencer and every second that passes you get more desperate to proof your love to him like he did by telling you you're his home.

Your hands start roaming through his hair before landing on the nape of his neck.

He lets out a soft sigh as you start playing with his curls. After some time the two of you are starting to slow down until it was only an exchange of little pecks and reassuring kisses to the forehead, nose or cheek.

Lips just millimeters apart you whisper: "You're my home, too, Spence"

He smiles and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

Not ready to break the embrace just yet, you hug him tight. He, obviously not wanting to let go of you either, starts rubbing small circles on the sides of your hips.

"Welcome home baby"

You whisper into his neck. Loud enough so he could hear it but not loud enough so it would break the quiet atmosphere around you two.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years

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37 weeks

Summary: your baby came a little early

Warning: Fluff, birth

Title: 37 weeks

Word count: 1.4k

Pairing: Harry styles x pregnant reader

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You were 37 weeks along and you were heavily pregnant. It wasn't a planned pregnancy but you and Harry sure were happy about it. See you both have been together for 3 years now and it didn't surprise you that it happened. Before the tour Harry couldn't keep his hands off of you which led to a bump growing in the oven. Now Harry is on tour for almost 7 months now and he was as anxious as can be when he's away.

Your phone ringing pulled you out of your amazing slumber. You groaned reaching to pick up your phone. You winched at the bright setting, but looked at the caller ID.

It was Harry

You answered it. "Hello." Harry heard the sleep in your voice and started to feel bad that he woke you up. "I'm sorry love, I woke you up?" You shook your head even though he couldn't see you. "No I should be getting up now really. What are you doing haz?"

He exhaled, "well just finished a show and I wanted to talk to you before I fall asleep." You smiled. "Oh, I would love to talk to you."

You and Harry talked for a while. He asked how you were feeling, how much the baby has been kicking and how your last appointment was. He was such a sweetheart about everything, you're so lucky to have such a loving and caring fiancee.

After a while, Harry started to get sleepy. You both knew it was best if he went to sleep so he could be ready for his show the next day. You said your I love yous and goodnight before you hung up.

You hopped out of bed and went downstairs to make yourself some breakfast. You settled on some cereal and tea. You placed the water on the stove and went to eat your cereal.

You ate and scrolled through your phone until you heard the tea kettle whisper. You got up and winched at a pain in your stomach. You placed your hand on your stomach. The pain disappeared in less than a minute so you thought it was okay. You walked up to the stove and took the kettle off. Another sharp pain filled your stomach, but this time it was stronger. You groaned, gripping the counter. You quickly switched off the stove as the pain took over your body.

You practice the breathing exercises that you learned in pregnancy class. It helped you a little bit. You got your tea and walked to the living room. You laid down and tried to push the pain away. You couldn't be having contractions, you were 37 weeks along.

You laid and watched TV for a while. You didn't get anymore pain so you thought you were in the clear, but you were wrong. You sat up and the pain came back. "Mm fuck." You had a gush of pain and then you felt wetness in between your legs.

"No, no, no." You looked down and you saw that your sweats were wet. You picked up your phone and dialed Anne's number.

"Y/n, how are you honey?" You winched, "hi uh Anne, my water broke." Anne gasped. "Okay, stay right there. I'm coming." You nodded, "okay."you hung up and waited for Anna to come. She didn't waste any time, she arrived in less than 5 minutes.

She used the key under the flower pot and welcomed herself in. "Y/n." You sighed in relief when you heard her. "In here." Anne walked in and looked at you. "Oh honey, let's get you to the hospital." You got up with her help and she led you to the door. You picked up the hospital bag on the way out not wanting to forget it.

You got in the car and Anne started driving. You picked up your phone, dialing Harry's number through a contraction.

Harry woke up with a groan, picking up his phone. "Hello." His voice was groggy. "Harry." You said whimpering. Harry quickly sat up. "Y/n what's wrong? Is the baby okay?" You groaned. "Yeah everything is fine, I'm just having contractions." Harry cursed. He got out of bed and started packing his bag."your mom is driving me to the hospital right now." Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that his mom was driving him.

"Alright, just do those deep breath exercises we learned. Do you want me to stay on the phone, love?" You nodded, "Yes please."

"Okay, inhale and exhale baby." He said as he slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the hotel room. He will call the crew later, but right now the only thing he's worried about is you.

Anne arrived at the hospital and pulled into the emergency entrance. She got out of the car and got you a wheelchair so you could be wheeled in. You were still talking to Harry as another contraction hit. The nurse wheeled you in, into a room.

"Deep breathes love, everything is okay. We're going to have a baby, isn't that amazing?" He tried to calm you down and that made you smile. "Y… yes, we're going to have a baby." Harry chuckled softly at that thought. "I'm going to hang up because I'm at the airport and my jet is here. I love you so much ok, don't have the baby without me."

"Alright haz." You hung up and turned to Anne. "Thank you for bringing me here." She shook her head, "that's what I'm here for." You smiled at her before turning to the nurse. She asked you a series of questions before she put you on an IV. Anne stayed with you coaching you through your contraction. They started to get even more intense as you inched closer to birth. You were sweaty, crying, and cursing mess but she was by your side, even texting Harry telling him everything that was going on.

Speaking of Harry, he was just landing in London. He called Gemma so she could drive him to the hospital. Harry was getting anxiety. His legs were bouncing, his heart was racing as she drove.

"Calm down Harry, mom is with her. It's going to be fine." Harry looked over at Gemma. He exhaled, "I know, I'm just extremely scared." Gemma smiled at her brother, "it's okay Harry, I promise."

-♥-

You were literally on the edge. You were dialed and the doctor wanted you to push, but you couldn't, not with Harry. "I can't without Harry." you were in pain and crying. The doctor nodded, "I know, but you have to push." You wailed out as another contraction came over you.

"Okay, fuck I'll push!" You hold your legs back and begin to push. You thought contractions were painful, but pushing was worse. You cried out and pushed the best you could. Through the moment Harry arrived. He sprinted to your room.

They let him in and he took Anne's place. "You're an amazing baby." You whined while taking his hand. The doctor told you to push again and you did. You squeezed Harry's hand tightly, pushing with all your might. The nurse counted to 10 and you took a deep breath.

"I can see the head, one more big push." You nodded. You took a breath and pushed hard. You cried out, your body felt like it was on fire. It wasn't long before the pain was eventually over when you heard a cry. You looked down and saw your beautiful baby girl. She was placed on your chest, you cried as you looked up at Harry.

He had tears in his eyes. "She's so beautiful." He took a hold of her tiny hand and kissed it softly. You looked at her. "Yes."

"Have we picked out a name for her?" You looked down at the nurse. "Um yes, Darcy Anne." You turned to Anne who was standing in the corner. "I think she deserves to be named after her amazing grandmother. Anne smiled, placing her hand over her heart. "Really?"

Harry nodded, "yes we couldn't have done this without you ma." Harry let go of Darcy's hand and walked up to his mom giving her a hug. "Thank you so much for everything." Anna hugged her son tightly. You smiled, looking back down at Darcy. She was fast asleep, she didn't know it, but she was about to be the most spoiled princess ever. You and Harry were so happy to have her.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ 。.・

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sunlightxing · 3 years

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Show Me Some Respect

After working for years as a secretary to General Hux aboard the ship, the Finalizer, life could not have been better for you.

That was until Hux informed you that Commander Kylo Ren would be joining you on that ship. Almost immediately, you both resent each other, but after being forced to spend more alone time with him, you begin to wonder, what's so bad about him after all?

Tags on A03 Include:

-Force Choking (Star Wars)

-Fluff and Smut

-Face-Fucking

-Not How the Force is Used

-Armitage Hux Needs a Hug

-Kylo Ren is an asshole

-Y/N Makes Poor Choices

-Praise Kink

-Choking

-Cum-Eating

-Orgasm Delay/Denial

-Sexual Tension

-Sexual Abuse

-Y/N Goes Through A Lot

-Murder

-Possessive Kylo Ren

-Protective Armitage Hux

-Kylo and Hux Get Along Maybe Twice

Chapter 1: Do As He Says

A dread filled morning takes you by suspense when your boss, General Hux, riddles you with nothing but fear for your first encounter with the menacing, Commander Kylo Ren.

A/N: Hello to readers here on tumblr. I’m a little new to posting original work (especially writing) on here so bear with me as I figure it all out! I hope you enjoy my first ever Kylo Ren X Reader story (I dont use y/n cause I don’t like it, my deepest apologies)

Why’d you leave us?

A faint voice called out to you in the distance, so soft and silky, daintily whispering to you. Despite the initial faintness, it slowly began to get closer and closer, its volume ever increasing.

Your eyes fluttered open, but the bright sun blinded them, causing you to seal them shut once more. Eventually, they adjusted to the light, and you opened them to see so many large, and bare trees stretching towards the sky above you. White speckles, snow, were falling all around you, some flakes even landing on your nose.

It felt oddly peaceful, the soft moss around you feeling more comfortable than your own bed. It encased around you, smothering you with warmth and comfort. You kept your eyes shut, and felt yourself seconds from falling asleep on the slightly snow-covered ground. For just a moment, your reopened your eyes, getting one more view of your surrounding before drifting off. But then, to your horror, you saw that the ground next to you was completely covered in blood.

Your eyes widened in fear as you jolted away from your spot on the ground, and pushed yourself up against a nearby tree. The voice in the distance was coming closer towards you, and kept roaring louder and louder. The blood on the ground began to expand, seeping through the moss at an alarming rate. It surrounded the entire area around you, except directly where you were sitting.

As you glanced back up at the sky, the snow, which had now transformed into an icy hail, had begun to take on an even stranger form. In its image, flashes of their faces blew past you, and with it, followed the sound of their screams and cries. Pleading for help, for you to save them. The smell of burning wood wafted into your nostrils, and that voice in the distance was still growing louder. You knew that soon, it would be upon you.

"Wake up, wake up. Please fucking wake up!"

In a jolt of cold sweats, you gasped back to reality, frantically scanning the area around you to make sure it was safe.

"Just a dream, it was just a dream."

Your breath was sporadic, leaving you a panting and anxious mess as you pulled yourself out of bed. Even the smallest movement caused a massive amount of pain surge to through your head.

"I can't take another one of those nightmares." You thought, grabbing the glass of water from your nightstand. You looked over at your clock groggily, and your heart sank upon seeing that you had overslept, giving you little to no time to prepare for the day.

The shower water was freezing when you initially turned it on, per usual. It always felt embarrassing to have to stand outside the door, completely nude, occasionally dangling your finger under the water to see if it had heated up yet.

Over 3 years ago you began working as a secretary to General Hux, and though there was a monstrous amount of glitz and glam thought to come with such a job, it couldn't have been more painfully annoying.

Sure, Hux was somewhat kind and caring towards you, but every other person you pitifully encountered treated you like shit. They'd throw their fits when you wouldn't deliver their papers, shine their boots, tasks they very easily could've done themselves, but simply refused. It wasn't the most difficult job in the world, despite the constant hazing. However, their was a shocking increase in secretaries amongst the First Order. It was most definitely due to the jobs incredible bore-ability, and the fact whoever was placed in such a position would be treated like garbage by everyone they encountered.

You rushed through your shower, only using the time to wash your hair and then yourself. The steam from the hot water had fogged your mirror, which made it hard for you to see your hair when putting it up into two long french braids. You pulled a few strands out in the front, trying to look somewhat nice since your uniform sure didn't help. It was a shapeless, olive green suit, with baggy pants, and thick, heavy boots. The hat that came along with it also wasn't very flattering, but it wasn't like anyone saw you other than your crewmates, and General Hux.

You took another swig from your cup of water as you stared out your glass window and into the infinite galaxy. Your brain decided to alert you of how Hux would be ridiculously pissed off if you were late, as today was one of the days you dreaded most of all since you began working on the Finalizer. The ship would be making its way back to Starkiller base, and you were anything but excited for that.

Several technicians raced by you, heading off to fix some malfunction in the interior of the ship. You always looked at them and wondered if they enjoyed their jobs here, or if, just like you, it was a love-hate relationship.

You entered the control room, staring the other programmers and pilots plugging away at their stations. Though they didn't technically fly the Finalizer, their work was incredibly important. You liked to think yours was important as well, but in reality, it was pointless. Technically, you were Huxs' right hand. As a result, he told you practically anything and everything. So it was more like you were a glorified therapist that followed him around like a lost pet.

"Cadet," a voice said behind you. General Hux was standing at the entrance to the control room, looking a lot more frazzled than usual. "Will you walk with me for a moment?"

You nodded, following closely behind him. Unlike usual, you decided to keep your mouth shut, hoping he would start to explain why he looked so disheveled and unnerved, but he didn't say a word. It was becoming harder to not acknowledge how his body trembled intensely with ever step he took.

"General, if I may ask, is everything alright?" You questioned sweetly, trying not to sound disrespectfully intrusive.

Hux let out a heavy sigh, stopping for a moment to rest against a nearby wall. "I am, not alright," he panted, his voice shaking more than his body was. "When we arrive at Starkiller base, you're going to have to meet The Commander, and I already know you two will not get along."

Your face recoiled as you began to dig into the back of your mind. "Did he mean Commander Ren? That stubborn brute?" You laughed to yourself, while Hux was seconds from engaging in a panic attack.

"This is no laughing matter cadet!" He hollered, his voice nearly cracking at every syllable.

You let out a long sigh. "Hux, I can deal with Kylo Ren. He doesn't scare me at all."

"He should scare you," Hux stated plainly. "My last secretary, before you. He made one simple mistake, and Ren saw to it that the poor boy was eradicated."

Your eyes grew wide with fear, darting away from his gaze so he couldn't see the horror on your face. Hux said it plain as day, if you made so much as one, small mistake, Commander Ren would personally see to it that you were eradicated as well.

Hux groaned. "We both work for the same Supreme Leader, which means I have to work with him." His breathing patterns began to grow more heavy and frantic, and his face flushed with a vibrant red.

You tried to calm him down, as you knew the ship couldn't make the entire flight back without his orders. The two of you had gotten rather close, and you had a lot of respect for him. He'd come in some days looking like he'd seen a ghost, and you wouldn't have been shocked if he had. If the Commander managed to make Hux, your boss, that anxious, you knew this couldn't be good.

After what seemed like seconds, you had arrived at your destination. Just the sight of Starkiller base sent shivers down your spine.

Sure, you'd been their plenty of times, but you never had to willingly interact with the Commander before. In fact, you'd never so much as seen the smallest fragment of his figure. Which would make his reveal all the more terrifying.

As you approached the landing bay, the large metal doors began to open to allow your entrance in. Hux came up behind you, his posture had been perfected, and all expression on his face had been wiped. He looked like a whole new man, and you weren't sure that if you wanted to get on the Commander's good side, you'd have to become a whole new woman.

"The Commander would like us both to meet with him in his quarters before he joins us onboard." Hux said, his voice shaking. You nodded as you took one more look at the hull of the control room, not sure if it was your last.

The pair of you made your way from the control room, to the landing bay. A small craft would take you from the Finalizer to the bay on Starkiller, but you wanted nothing more than just to stay put. There were ways where you could completely avoid the Commander for the entire duration he was here, you hoped. You would just have to hide in a waste bucket every time he came near Hux, and that didn't seem so bad. You groaned, glancing over at Hux as the cruiser landed rather dramatically at the center of the bay.

“Hux, he’s going to hate me, isn’t he?”

He sighed, placing an awkward arm on your shoulder, his attempt at comfort. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

As the pair of you walked down the long hallways of the Starkiller base, it felt as if you were walking to your doom. Which, in reality you probably were. Two stormtroopers had been sent to escort you from the ship to Commander Rens' quarters. They didn't say a word the entire trip to said quarters, despite Hux's several attempts.

Eventually, the four of you arrived at what you presumed to be the Commander's meeting room. The two troopers walked up to the door, placing a loud knock on it to signal their arrival, and then stationed themselves on either side of it. Hux took in a deep breath as he began typing into a small keypad attached to the entrance, and then, the door was open.

"Commander, my apologies on us being later than normal." Hux said, walking through the doorway to the meeting room.

"Oh Gods."

Commander Ren looked like nothing you had expected, though you couldn't really see all of him. He was tall, absolutely massive, his muscles practicality protruding from his sleeves. But his face, you couldn't see so much as an outline of that. Covering it was a thick, solid metal mask, breathing canal and all. He was a true Vader knock off.

He slowly turned around, a feeling of pure rage wafting off of him. For a brief moment, you were certain he was seconds from smashing Huxs' head in, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. His head titled from Huxs' body to your own. Though you couldn't see his facial expression underneath that mask, you new it was one of disgust.

"Who are you?" He asked, gesturing in your direction. You arched your eyebrows in confusion, could he not tell just by simply looking at your uniform?

"No answer?" Commander Ren scoffed.

"I'm his secretary, Commander," you stated, gesturing in Huxs' direction, "didn't you request my presence here? "

He shook his head, placing a hand on the front of that intimidating facial shield. The movement made it look as if he was gaining a headache from your small amount of talking. "This is who you had replace the old one?" Commander Ren hissed, "have you no shame, Hux?"

"Ren, she is very talented in her work and a fantastic secretary," Hux responded, glancing over in your direction. "She has made a fantastic replacement." You smiled, happy to know Hux would still show you some form of kindness around the Commander.

"Hux," Commander Ren stated, "I'll trust your judgment here." He approached Hux slowly, giving him ample time to make your poor General tremble in fear. The Commander stopped inches from his face, his mask nearly touching the tip of Huxs' nose.

"If she makes so much as one mistake, she's gone."

Your face recoiled in disgust. "Well, what the fuck?" You thought to yourself. Did he actually doubt your abilities that much? Or was this all some sort of twisted test of your competence?

The Commander darted his head around, glaring at you in rage. Your body went completely stiff as his masked gaze penetrated your mind. A trill of pain surged through your temples, like something was digging around in your brain for any scrap of information. "That language of hers will not be tolerated either." He spat, looking back at Hux.

"My what? The hell is he talking about? I have yet to swear!" Your brain was spiraling out of control, and that trill of energy still surged throughout your brain.

His ego was disgustingly immense, not to mention he was a delusional idiot. The fool was making up down right lies about you, and to wait gain? He was already addressing Hux in such a disrespectful manner, he didn't need to take it out on you as well. But what even gave him the right to talk down to Hux in such a manner? He wasn't in any better of a position to lead than the General was, not to mention the fact that Hux was a lot easier to deal with, and a lot less moronic.

Commander Ren stood in place, his body shaking violently with rage. Huxs' body was also shaking, but his was out of fear. This was the first time you'd ever seen Hux so threatened by anyone. Usually, he presented such a mass amount of authority and dictation. But here, he was nothing more than a coward.

The Commander gave you an over-the-shoulder glance, and in that moment, you felt time stop. The world around you faded into black. Now, only you and him were in that room, and fear and panic began to rapidly set in. Your body had turned chillingly cold, and air escaped you.

A flash of light hit your eyes, his leather glove reflecting off the overhead chandelier. Before you could get a warning out, he slammed his fist into the wall next to Huxs' head. His curled hand punctured the metal frame, sending hundreds of small electrical sparks flying, leaving bare and broken wires in its wake.

"You teach her to show me some respect, or I will" Commander Ren hissed, his clenched fist now inches from Huxs' face.

Hux folded onto the metal floor, panting uncontrollably as the Commander hovered menacingly above him. You stood gazing at the pair of them, completely motionless, gulping down the fear that was now lodged in your throat. Your pupils shook in horror at what you had just seen, how absolutely horrid your new ship companion was.

Commander Ren glared at you, watching as every inch of your body trembled at his presence. He scoffed, storming out of the room with a prompt slam of the door, the sheer force alone causing you to jump. You looked back at Hux, whose forehead was drenched in sweat, and a slight tremor was visible on his hands. Carefully, as not to frighten him more, you reached down for his hand, an effort to help guide him up off of the floor.

"General..." You pleaded, wrapping your hand around his own as you began to lift. Hux shook you away, pulling himself off of the ground, trying not to show weakness. It was obvious that he was embarrassed of your viewing of his encounter with Commander Ren, but he shouldn't have been. All that quarrel showed was the fact Commander Ren was a prissy little bitch, and tyrant.

Hux dusted off his long coat, and smoothed back his red hair to its original, kept manner. He bit his lip, holding himself back from lashing out against anything the Commander had just done. You hoped he would do it anyway, give you some sort of hint that he too hated Commander Rens guts. But instead, he stared intensely at the door, his eyes becoming bloodshot with rage.

"If you want to make it out of here alive," Hux gulped, "you must to do as he says."

You scoffed in disbelief. "Hux you cannot possibly believe that," you cried. "He isn't as high and mighty as he claims to b-"

Hux slammed his hand over your mouth, his bare fingers tracing over the lining of your lips. His eyes stared painfully into your own, showing so much fear and uncertainty. "I told you to do as he says!" He hollered, the veins in his neck protruding from his already rose colored flesh. Hux removed his hand from over your mouth, and with another brush of his cape, he was gone out the doorway too, much less dramatically than the Commander.

You turned around, looking at the meeting room remorsefully. Your life had just flipped completely upside down, and you know now that you had no say in anything that would happen to it. Hux obviously wasn't going to be any help in standing up against Commander Rens' tyranny, so it looked like you were on your own.

And you hated being on your own.

You walked back to the ship with shane covering your entire body. Every person who passed by you, whether it was a technician or a stormtrooper, seemed to be mocking you. While that wasn't at all the case, Commander Rens' doubt of your capabilities made it seem like everyone else doubted them as well.

As you turned a corner, so flustered and furious you didn't even know what planet you were on, another secretary slammed into you, spilling an incredibly hot and sticky liquid all over your uniform. "Oh my Gods, I am so sorry!" The girl whimpered, reaching for a cloth towel at her side to try and help dry you off.

You clenched your jaw tightly, worried all your rage might come flying out at her. She looked to be so incredibly overworked and stressed, just like you were about to be. You wondered if she had ever dealt with Commander Ren, or maybe her own General was just as terrible as he was, though you doubted that was humanly possible. You hated to admit it as much as the next person, but the treatment of secretaries, especially those that were female, could not have been more horrendous. Every one you had encountered had a horror story, or was currently living through one. Thankfully, your first job was with someone like Hux, a lot more patient and caring than any other. Thoughts crossed your mind of how awful your life would've been if your first job was to Commander Ren. Just the idea alone sent shivers down your spine.

The girl finally finished drying off the excess with a little help from you, but your clothes were soaked with whatever fluid she dumped onto you. Her eyes slowly began to swell up with tears as she stared at your ruined uniform.

"Hey," you said, taking her hand in your own. “There’s no need to cry. I'll go clean it myself, and it'll be good as new, don't worry."

She sniffled, reaching her other hand up to wipe the tears off of her face. Never could you have managed to snap at that girl, because you knew exactly what kind of suffering she was going through, as you had just dealt with the worst of it all. The girl hugged you in gratitude before scurrying back to wherever she came from, getting a replacement for the drink she had dropped. You took in a deep breath as you dreadfully looked down at your tarnished gown. Starkiller base was not somewhere you were familiar with, so finding a washroom was going to be far greater task than it should have been.

For what seemed like hours, you scanned each and every room across the vastness of the ship, hoping to finally find an area for you to clean off your soiled uniform. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched a stormtrooper exit a room with a fully washed, black undergarment, and you knew you had finally found your sought for destination. Rushing into the room, you hoped no one else would be inside, so you could quickly rip off your uniform and wash it without anyone seeing you in nothing but a bra and underwear.

Thankfully, no one was inside the washroom, giving you ample time to strip practically nude, and lock the door behind you as to not allow anyone to barge in.

Staring blankly at the machine that scrubbed and cleansed your attire, the chill of the empty room you sat in was beginning to sting your bare skin, your hair sticking up and goosebumps forming across every inch of it.

The process could not have taken any longer, but finally, it was washed, and ready to be moved to the next machine for drying. Minutes passed by as you sat in the cold and ever darkening room, rubbing up against the warm drying machine periodically as to not die of hypothermia.

"For God's sake, can you just hurry up!" You cried, slamming your foot against the machine, hoping that would throw it into a faster gear.

It did no good, the machine kept carrying on at its slow pace, causing nothing but agony and frustration on your part. You groaned, flopping back into the chair you had been sitting in, only for it to crumble into a hundred tiny pieces as you flopped yourself onto it.

"Mother fucker!" You groaned, lifting yourself off of the cold, metal floor. A bruise was clearly about to form upon your ass after that downfall.

"Language, cadet. That mouth will get you nowhere."

You spun around quickly, leaving your bra-covered breasts completely exposed to the eyes of Commander Ren, who now stood perfectly centered at the entrance of the washroom, the door closed behind him. Your eyes jolted to the lock that was now unfastened on the doorway, yet upon making eye contact, it clicked back into a locked position. Looking down, you noticed Commander Rens' finger was out of place from the rest of his clenched fist, and though at first you had no idea how he managed to weasel his way in here, now you did.

"The force?" You questioned in the back of your mind, watching the pointer finger retreat back to its clenched position.

His head tilted down, obviously showing his gaze had shifted from your eyes, to your almost fully naked body. You covered as much of yourself as you could, feeling completely flustered that so much of you was exposed to his eyes.

"What?" You asked. "Planning on insulting me again? Just get out."

"You're hung up on that?" He questioned, letting a small chuckle escape his throat. "I could have said so much worse."

You rolled your eyes at him, now hoping to make him so angry he would storm out like he did before. "Good for you, Commander. I'm sure you could've."

Silence reigned in the room longer than you would've preferred it to. You had hoped he would make some ridiculous, insulting statement so you could fire back at it, but he was silent.

"Do you mind?" You questioned, tilting your head towards the doorway so he could take the hint to leave.

"The ship was supposed to depart exactly 17 seconds ago," he remarked, keeping his gaze on your chest area, "Hux was going to be sent after you, if I didn't choose to."

You curled your lip sarcastically, letting out a small laugh along with it. "Well thank you so much for that, sir," you said sarcastically, again, gesturing towards the door in hopes that he would leave.

There was a long pause, giving you time to reflect on what he had just said. He would've had no knowledge your uniform had been soiled, tarnished by that poor girls dropped beverage.

So how the fuck did he know you were here?

He stood motionless. The only noise he exuded was the almost asthmatic breathing sounds from his mask. "Finish whatever task this is." Commander Ren instructed, finally moving his gaze away from your body.

He turned to the doorway, giving you a final glance before opening the door, and exiting the room. You stared at the metal frame in disbelief, the fact the Commander had just seen you in arguably your most venerable state was horrifying and embarrassing.

A slight movement on the door caught your attention, as the knob shifted back to its locked position. "Jeez, how kind of him," you scolded, turning back to the dryer that had finally finished its job, of course, right after the Commander had left.

After unlocking the door to the washroom, adorning your freshly cleaned uniform, you sprinted down the halls towards the bay. Thankfully, there wasn't a line of people standing outside the washroom waiting to use it themselves. For if they had seen the Commander in there with you, things would have just gotten so much more complicated.

You marched down the halls, now thinking about how ridiculously awkward your next several months of encounters with the Commander would be, now that your second meeting with him was when you were practically naked.

“Gods. This day cannot get any worse."

#star wars #kylo ren #ben solo #adam driver #kylo x you #kylo x reader #general hux #love triangle #smut #star wars fluff #sequels #stormtrooper #x reader

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violetueur-archive · 2 years

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ABILITIES & SUPER-POWERED PROMPTS » ACCEPTING

@fallesto asked: ❝ you have to slow down and take care of yourself too. if you run yourself into the ground then you’re not gonna be helping anyone. ❞

Perhaps it would be fair to say that that Nicolette had been overworking herself, just a tad, as of late. On top of all the missions assigned to her without much break in between, she’d been trying her best to continue training under Shinjuro whenever both were lucky enough to be at the manor together, even if just for a day, and when they weren’t, she would take it upon herself to assist in training those boys Kyojuro had become so fond of. It was true that she had learned a lot from the eldest Rengoku during her convalescence, but it’d be foolish to believe that he’d taught her everything he could, even in that lengthy timespan. Even if it was going over something he’d already shown her, one could never question the importance of a repeat lesson. Sometimes it was required, to grasp the knowledge fully, and other times it simply helped to have a refresher from someone so much wiser than her. She could never stop bettering herself. Not because of some heroic complex or some innate thirst for power, but because of one simple truth: to stop getting stronger— to cease progressing in anyway— would be the same as welcoming death.

The demons were growing smarter with every passing day, and if the hashira had any hope of surviving the ongoing war and returning home after each grueling mission, she could not allow herself to become complacent. She’d made a promise, not just to each Rengoku, but to herself. She would live, even if she had to break herself down to do it. She’d confidently informed Shinjuro of that back when he’d told her she was fated to die, assured Senjuro of it every time she had to hug him goodbye before a mission, and she’d sworn it to Kyojuro the moment she’d been cleared to return to work. She would live, and she would retire happily with him, without a shadow of doubt.

Still... she was only human. It was no surprise that all her running would catch up to her time to time. Her body was tired, but her mind struggled to calm down. It never could, these days. The weight... it was a lot to shoulder. It was hard. Things were becoming more hectic, and she couldn’t help but feel anxious and on edge almost all the time. It was easier when she could distract herself, but apparently Shinjuro wasn’t satisfied acting as the distraction, right now. Maybe she deserved it, as she’d had her sword knocked from her hands and gotten thrown on her ass with a move that she’d countered a hundred times before. She was faltering, exhausted both physically and mentally, and it was clear as day to him. She was an idiot, for thinking it wouldn’t.

If anyone understood what she was feeling... it was him, wasn’t it?

❝ You’re the last person I expected... to tell me to RELAX. Jesus, do I really look that terrible? ❞ It was an attempt at a joke, as she still hadn’t quite grown away from the instinct of using humor to cope, but the expression on his face told her that he especially wasn’t in the mood to indulge her. Damn... she really did look that bad, then. Nicolette could only sigh, not even bothering to stand up as she sat crisscrossed in the dirt, hands wringing pathetically in her lap and shoulders sagged. She could not meet his intense, burning gaze. Goddammit, he was so much worse than Kyojuro sometimes, with how much he could see through her bullshit, and he was never as gentle about calling her out on it, either. ❝ Sorry... I’m not trying to waste your time, I just— ❞ Eyes closed, squeezing shut tightly, as scarred hands raised to cover her face, fingernails pressing painfully into her forehead as a grounding method. Deep breath. In and out. There was a strangled laugh, and she forced herself to continue, ❝ I mean, what am I supposed to say? It’s hard? I’m scared? I don’t have the luxury of whining about shit like that... I’m not the only one suffering, and I’m sure you’re the last person that wants to hear it. ❞

Father-figure or not, Shinjuro was not her parent... he had never been tender or doting with her, and he had no reason to be. She was a grown woman, and one that shared the same responsibility as him and every other slayer in the corps. Acting like this was just pathetic, even if she desperately wanted to let it out. She could not confide in this to him. She could not confide in Senjuro either, as he was much too young, to be shouldering her adult problems. The only one was Kyojuro, and how could she ever... put this on him? How could she tell him how afraid she was of dying and leaving him behind, when she would have to turn around and leave him the next day? How cruel would it be, to aggravate fears he most certainly already had, when he could no longer stand beside her to ensure the worst case scenario never happened? She was afraid. Afraid of dying, afraid of hurting him by being afraid, and even worse... hurting him by being too afraid to be honest. ❝ Can we please just get back to training? There’s no point... in talking about this. I’m not in the mood to be mocked, either. ❞

#fallesto #[ HAHA... OUCHIE!! ]#[ looks like nicolette learned one-too-many lessons from kyojuro ]#↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜#↳ VERSE ; KNY: SLAYER || ❛ every time i break theres just more pain to burn ❜

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get me with those green eyes, baby

julie is unsure how to tell luke how she feels; she isn't sure if she can. so she does what she does best; she writes luke a song. why tell him if she can just sing it to him?

masterlist

Julie would be lying if she said every song she'd ever written since meeting Luke hadn't been about him.

Because they have. Every last one.

When unknown feelings started bubbling deep within her chest the more time she spent with Luke, she had to let them out somewhere. While she was never the type to keep things bottled up, she didn't necessarily enjoy spilling her guts (unless it was to Flynn). So, she opted for writing down her feelings. That usually ended up in lyrics and it wasn't like she could just show them to Luke because the boy was curious beyond belief and he would hound her until he knew exactly who it was about.

So, she locked everything in her dream box.

And yes, the boys were known to be a tad bit snoopy and go through her things, including the dream box. So, when Julie started locking up her deeply personal (borderline romantic) lyrics, she made it explicitly clear they were to go absolutely nowhere near her box.

She was mostly directing her words at Luke, who actively avoided eye contact while suppressing a smirk.

And they were respectful, she never had any further issues that she knew of; so, she continued writing.

It was only when they were faced with the choices of being stuck in the Hollywood Ghost Club forever or crossing over that she realized she wouldn't ever have to worry about Luke snooping through her personal things again.

He wouldn't be able to. He'd be gone.

So, Julie wondered: did she risk letting him go forever without telling him how she felt? Or tell him anyway but still risk him disappearing?

It was a tough choice that kept Julie reeling, but she found she didn't have much time in between. She didn't care that she would lose them when they crossed over; she would do what she could to ensure that they did.

With all the chaos, she didn't get the chance to talk to Luke, other than a quick moment to make sure he thanked her mom for bringing them to her when he saw her.

The tension was palpable and his gaze was intense. She was perfectly aware of Alex and Reggie only a few feet away, diligently pretending not to be listening but they both knew they were.

It wasn't the time or place for what Julie truly wanted to say, so she swallowed the words.

She didn't get another chance after that.

When they disappeared after their final bow, the pain was gutting. She continued to smile because this was a huge moment for her, for all of them, but they were gone. She thought she was ready, that she had mentally and emotionally prepared herself for their absence.

But nothing could prepare her for the immediate loneliness.

She wanted to be happy for them, and she was, deep down. But she had already suffered so much loss in her life, and this was only adding to it.

When she spotted them in the garage, tear-stained and in excruciating pain, all her emotions were overridden. All she could think about was saving them, no matter the cost, no matter the consequences. The desperation clawed at her throat; she couldn't bear seeing them in this much pain.

But then Luke delivered those few words: No music is worth making, Julie, if we're not making it with you.

She regretted not sharing her feelings but she was confident had an inkling of a clue. Even if she never explicitly said the words, he knew.

So, when she threw herself into his arms, she wasn't even thinking about the fact that he was air and she would most likely slam right into the wall instead. When she collided into his toned chest, she drowned in the moment, hardly even realizing that this shouldn't be possible.

But then she felt it.

She felt the softness of his suit beneath her fingers; she felt his hot breath fanning across her neck; and she felt his arms squeeze tighter around her waist.

Julie felt him.

It was impossible, they weren't sure how to explain it. Julie gazed at Luke's awestruck expression, tears leaking from his emerald eyes. And then he was somehow feeling better; her touch made him feel better and she wasn't sure how to feel about it. All she knew was that she had to try, so she quickly gathered Alex and Reggie as well and in awe, they watched as their Hollywood Ghost Club tattoos disappeared.

They did it.

The boys were free from Caleb and they still hadn't crossed over. Julie didn't have to give them up yet.

Of course, life continued to go on afterwards. The band was more popular than ever and Flynn was busy booking them gig after gig after gig. Not that they minded; it was exactly what they wanted to do in the first place. But the pressing thought never left them.

How long was this going to last?

It killed Julie to go on everyday, knowing that one day, she could walk into the studio, ready to rehearse and they could just be gone forever. It was one thing knowing, like how she knew last time. She was somewhat adequately prepared, but this time, it could happen at any time and she was far too attached now.

Julie knew she shouldn't bottle her feelings like she did last time. She had no idea when her last opportunity would be.

And Luke made her happy. He made her so happy.

One day she would be talking herself up, then the next she would be shutting down. She wasn't sure what to do, how to handle her feelings. Sometimes Luke could be so sickeningly sweet and the words were on the tip of her tongue but then he would do something so stupid or annoying that left her wanting to commit murder.

It was exhausting.

But then, one Saturday morning, Julie woke up with a fierce sense of determination and she thought: this is the day.

She wasn't sure where the surge of confidence came from, but she wasn't going to question it for fear that she would chicken out. Instead, she got herself ready for the day and dug through her dream box to pick out one of her most recently written songs.

Julie still wasn't sure how to verbally tell Luke how she felt; she wasn't sure if she could.

But why tell him when she could just sing it to him?

Julie marched down to the garage, mumbling a quick hello to her dad and Carlos who were making breakfast. Of course, the boys were glued to their instruments, most likely creating a new melody for a song Luke was working on.

"Jules, hey!" Luke greeted excitedly, his green eyes sparkling.

Julie scowled. He shouldn't be allowed to look at her like that.

"Alex, Reggie, do you guys mind going somewhere else? I need to talk to Luke."

Julie didn't mean for her words to sound so ominous; so much so that Alex and Reggie shot curious eyes to Luke, no doubt wondering what he did now. But she was a woman on a mission and she didn't have time to waste. Any time wasted was just her getting closer to backing out.

"Sure," Reggie drawled slowly. His eyes shot back and forth between Julie, with her lips pursed and hands on her hips and Luke, who frankly looked quite scared. Reggie and Alex poofed out, only muttering a quick good luck to Luke.

Immediately, Luke started rambling.

"Whatever I did, I'm so sorry. I'm an idiot, you know this, I'm—"

Julie shook her head. "Shut up."

But for some reason, he kept talking and Julie huffed in frustration.

Julie stepped across the studio, stopped right in front of Luke and his words died on his tongue. She reached for his guitar and pulled the strap from around him, placing it back on its stand.

Luke was more confused than ever.

Julie grabbed his biceps and pushed him back towards a stool. "Sit," she demanded.

"Julie, what's going on?"

"Please, just stop talking."

Julie made her way to the piano, sitting down on the bench and letting her fingers rest on the keys. It brought her some comfort for what she was about to do. Her eyes glanced up towards Luke, who was biting his lip nervously.

"I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to sing it."

"Julie—"

"Luke, please," she breathed quietly and his eyes snapped to hers sympathetically. "Just listen."

Luke nodded in response. Julie could see his inability to sit still for long kick in as his knee started bouncing up and down quickly. She noticed his green eyes darting nervously between the piano and her face; the entire situation was much too anxious for him to handle.

"I wrote you a song."

Before Julie could adequately appreciate the way Luke's jaw fell open, she took a deep breath and allowed the music to consume her. She'd been going over these lyrics for weeks now; they were the truest words she'd never spoken, straight from the heart because of some ghost she'd tried so hard to hate in the beginning.

Julie was completely terrified.

But she couldn't continue on not living to the fullest. It wasn't fair to her and if by some off chance Luke felt the same way and wanted to pursue this, it wasn't fair to him either.

the way you move is like a full on rainstorm

and i'm a house of cards

you're the kind of reckless that should send me running

but i kinda know that i won't get far

His approach could be so aggressive, so eager to get things done, that sometimes he bulldozed over everything in his way. It was an effective way to get things done, but Julie always appreciated the process. Ever since they first met, he gave off a troublemaker type of vibe. Mooning Trevor Wilson always came into mind, but Luke was also the first to help her sneak out of her house using her bedroom window. It's not like the idea never crossed her mind, but before she met the boys, she never really had a reason to.

Luke changed a lot of things for her.

and you stood there in front of me just

close enough to touch

close enough to hope you couldn't see

what i was thinking of

It truly never bothered her in the beginning that they couldn't touch. They were friends, bandmates, nothing more. But then he let her into his brilliant mind and as soon as they started writing together, everything started changing. Julie didn't want anything to change, she knew it would only complicate things, but she couldn't help it.

And then Perfect Harmony happened, and her mind so vividly showed her what it could feel like and ever since, she couldn't get rid of the urge to feel his soft skin under her fingertips.

After visiting his parents and their talk on her porch, it seemed like he knew what she was thinking. He seemed to want it too, if his actions were anything to go by, but it couldn't happen. It left her feeling a tad awkward, but as soon as she got into her house, she made a beeline for her bedroom and poured her thoughts and feelings into a new song about Luke.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

When she wrote this chorus, she was on a high after their Edge of Great performance.

It was nothing that could ever happen, but it was everything she imagined in her wildest dreams.

Every girl at her age had the kiss in the rain fantasy. Julie's really was a fantasy because every time she looked at him, it was just a cruel reminder of everything that couldn't be. But she yearned for it; for everything to change, for him to help ease her pain, for him to surprise the hell out of her one day by grabbing onto her waist and ceasing her many questions with his lips.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

His eyes were so captivating, Julie couldn't help but to mention them in every song she wrote. He knew exactly how to use them against her to get what he wanted and Julie was as weak to their power as anyone else. Sure, she put up a front; she had to, she was the boss, but his gaze truly made her weak in the knees. She dreamt of his eyes when she closed hers at night; she couldn't escape them even in her dreams.

The entire reason she was finally sharing this song with him in the first place was because the chances that he could disappear without warning were too high and risky. Julie knew that was a possibility, but her feelings for him were too strong to ignore. She wanted him and she wanted to be left with memories of what they could be together, because one day, when he wasn't around anymore, Julie could think back to all they shared together.

my mind forgets to remind me, you're a bad idea

you touch me once and it's really something

you find i'm even better than you imagined i would be

Oh God, she knew. She knew she and Luke could be so unbelievably destructive. There were so many things against them; she knew it was a bad idea. And she actually attempted to entertain those ideas, for the sake of Flynn and her own protection, but she couldn't anymore. Depriving herself of what she really wanted wasn't healthy and eventually she stopped trying to fight it.

She stopped trying to fight it the night of their Orpheum performance. When she felt Luke's arms around her, physically squeezing her as tightly as his muscles could manage, it changed everything. For better or for worse, she was completely invested now. Not just in Luke, but in all of the boys; they were family.

i'm on my guard for the rest of the world

but with you, i know it's no good

and i could wait patiently

but i really wish you would

Before the boys came into her life, Julie was on the edge. She was about to give up music, even though she loved music with her entire being. She just didn't have it in herself anymore; her muse was gone and she didn't want to share her music in a world where her mother couldn't witness it.

But then these three, random, cute, dorky boys showed up in her garage one day, claiming it was their studio and slowly, they wormed themselves into her heart. Julie didn't want to let them in right away, and she made that quite clear with her cold exterior. But then Luke just had to follow her out, pleading his case with the softest eyes and easily pulling at her heartstrings.

Julie felt her guard start to drop right there and then, and the more time she spent with those dorky boys, the less control she had. She quickly discovered there was no point in holding back around the boys. For teenage boys, they were highly perceptive to her emotions and when she wasn't being whole.

Every time Luke pulled her aside, using his words and his unbelievably intense eyes because he couldn't touch her, Julie felt her walls start to crumble. There was no reason to be anything but herself when she was with Luke; she felt it in her bones, their connection was unmatched.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie would be lying if she said she hadn't fantasized about her first kiss with Luke since he became corporeal.

How could she not?

She'd been thinking about him differently ever since her uncontrollable daydreams, but it was only ever in her mind; it could never happen in real life. And then all of a sudden, it could happen, but it was still beyond her wildest thoughts.

Sometimes she found herself with an urge at the worst of moments. Luke playing the melody he created for their latest lyrics and Julie should've been focusing on the music, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his lips. Or throughout any of their live performances, when they shared a single microphone because the fans seemed to love it (among others). They were so close together, Julie was genuinely afraid she would forget the lyrics because all she could think about was Luke and how much she needed him.

And then he'd flash his charming grin before pulling some ridiculously attractive guitar trick and Julie was once again left floundering.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie didn't want Luke to disappear.

She knew that more than ever now. She had prepared herself once, and she doesn't think she can do it again; it was far too painful.

But she knew, one day, their time would come. They'd have completed their unfinished business and they'd get the opportunity to move onto a better place. And she knew, they might not be around all the time, but they'd be watching. And she knew, when she closed her eyes at night, she would dream of Luke's smile and every emotion it brought to her soul.

i run my fingers through your hair

and watch the lights go wild

just keep on keeping your eyes on me

it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

and lead me up the staircase

won't you whisper, soft and slow

i'm captivated by you baby like a firework show

One thing Julie could commend was that touch came quite easily after everything changed. It happened subtly, with slow touches on the piano bench, then gentle touches on the small of Julie's back. Eventually, it progressed.

Julie realized, accidentally, that Luke loved getting his scalp scratched. She had collapsed against her headboard one late night, and Luke liked to check-in on her when she stayed up late doing school work. Upon spotting her exhausted eyes, he plopped down next to her, dropping his head in her lap. Julie was far too tired to protest or even consider the ramifications, but somehow her hand made its way to his brown locks. She played gently with his hair, fingernails scraping against his scalp.

It was only for a second, and she quickly pulled away to grab her textbook. A low groan ripped through Luke's throat and he blindly reached up to grab her hand and pull it back to the crown of his head. It became their thing after that.

When Julie wrote the bridge of the song, she was high off energy from their latest show after they performed their brand new song. Their performance was electric as usual; it ended with Julie laughing, opening her eyes to find Luke staring at her in adoration.

She didn't even think about it when she threw her arms around his neck in a celebratory hug.

Even when they pulled away from each other and the crowd was still cheering, Alex and Reggie somewhere on the stage around them, she couldn't focus on anything except his bright smile.

Luke quite literally captivated her with every little thing he did.

She thought for a moment: this might be it, maybe he'll finally kiss me. But truth be told, Julie was glad he didn't. If it was going to happen, she didn't want it to be there, in front of hundreds of people. She wanted a private moment, just between her and Luke; that was all she needed.

drop everything now

meet me in the pouring rain

kiss me on the sidewalk

take away the pain

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie was coming to the end of the song now and she hadn't dared to look and see Luke's reaction. She wasn't sure she could handle any rejection should it come, but she knew she couldn't hold in her feelings anymore either.

Regardless of the result, Julie was still proud of herself. She put herself out there in a way she'd never done before and it was a big step in building her confidence.

get me with those green eyes, baby

as the lights go down

give me something that'll haunt you when you're not around

'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile

Julie rounded off the song with the last few keys on the piano, taking a slow, deep breath when her fingers ceased moving.

She didn't want to look up, didn't want to see his reaction for fear of what she might see. Luke was always very expressive; even when he didn't know exactly what to say, he would ramble on until he eventually figured it out.

But this was different.

Julie was actually trying to tell him something, trying to tell him exactly how she felt in the best way she knew how; songwriting and singing. She paled for a moment; what if he didn't even understand what she was trying to say?

"Julie."

His voice seemed amused, and her eyes immediately snapped up to meet his.

Luke was now standing in front of the stool, unabashedly holding a smile that caused her to let out a large sigh of relief. Her hands automatically flew up to cover her face in mortification.

Stick to your guns, Jules.

But she couldn't. She felt like she was going to melt into a puddle.

Julie heard Luke approach and slide onto the piano in front of her. "Julie," he laughed, and she didn't know if that was a good or a bad thing. "Can you look at me?"

Before Julie could begrudgingly pull her hands away from her face, his hands reached down to circle around her wrists and pull gently. His eyes were soft, scanning her rosy cheeks and glassy eyes. She knew she shouldn't be crying, there was absolutely no need to, but her emotions were running high and this was a really huge move for her.

Julie hesitantly met his eyes. His hands stayed cuffed around her wrists, now resting in his lap. "Jules, that was beautiful. What's wrong?"

"I'm mildly mortified," Julie replied honestly, eyes dropping to the brand new guitar pick necklace Willie had given him (one for each of the boys and a new bracelet for Julie).

"Why?"

Julie's eyes snapped back up to glare at him. "Because I just basically spilled my guts out to you in the best way I know how and you haven't said anything!"

Luke didn't look phased at her change in attitude or the frustration she was throwing his way. He always knew the best way to handle her; talk her down when she needed it, or give her a reality check when she was too in her head (she'd be sure to do the same).

Instead, his hand moved to angle her chin so she couldn't avoid his gaze anymore. "Because I wanted you to look at me when I told you."

"Told me what?"

"That I love your song," Luke said softly, fingers reaching up to caress her cheek. Julie struggled to maintain eye contact when he looked at her like she had stars in her eyes and he said things like that. "And I think I've known for a while, but you know me. I'm not good at dealing with feelings."

Julie leaned into his touch. He wasn't exactly being clear, but it was Luke, so she wasn't exactly surprised.

He blinked, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. "Jules, I think I might be in love with you."

Julie's eyes softened, chest constricting with a multitude of emotions. Now it was Luke who was actively avoiding meeting her eyes, though he still couldn't find it in himself to stop talking.

"Not that I really know what it means. I've never been in love, but I think it's what I feel," he rambled on. "You came into my life when I really needed it. I'm better because of you; you make me better, Julie."

Julie decided it was about time she took hold of the reins again. After all, this was her idea all along. She placed her hands on either side of his face, breaking free from his hold. She pulled his face down, meeting him halfway. Julie hesitated, giving him the chance to pull back if he wanted to, but he really didn't want to.

Luke closed the rest of the distance between them, gently pressing his lips against Julie's. It was soft and simple and over way too soon, but Luke didn't want to push it.

He most definitely had just confessed his love for her and the reality was starting to hit him hard.

So, he made a joke.

"I'm sorry our first kiss wasn't on the sidewalk in the pouring rain."

A reference to her song. The push they needed.

And even though awkwardness was starting to creep up on Luke, a smirk slid its way onto Julie's lips.

"Don't worry; we'll have time for that."

Before Luke's lips could appreciate the grin he wore, Julie reeled him back in, pressing her lips firmly to his once again. Her hands found his way to his neck, slipping into his hair and scratching his scalp just the way he liked it. Luke let out a groan, unwillingly pulling away from her.

"Julie, if you don't stop, I may pass out from cardiac arrest," he mumbled, trying and failing to control his breathing.

Julie let out a short laugh. She started her day with so much confidence and it slowly swindled into uncertainty, but it all worked out. She just needed to trust herself, her feelings and Luke.

"By the way," Julie added, resting her elbows on his knees as she looked up at him in adoration, "I think I'm in love with you too."

Luke would never push her, but he couldn't lie and say he wasn't itching to hear the words. Everything she said in the song sent him into overdrive, but nothing compared to hearing her say it like that.

"Why don't we go write a song about it?"

"Good idea. I'm feeling especially inspired at the moment."

Luke leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to Julie's nose. She scrunched her nose adorably in response.

"Me too, Jules."

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monster-bait · 4 years

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Quarantine; M Drider x F Witch, NSFW, Anzan & Ladybug

The streets were unnaturally quiet.

Cambric Creek’s small town square was normally a bustle of activity at all times, day or night—residents crowding the small restaurants at each corner, coming and going from the bank, from the handful of locally-owned shops, the hardware store, the hair salon, the old-fashioned ice cream stand.

You’d never seen such stillness downtown, and the lack of people around was unsettling.

The pharmacy, your destination, seemed to be busy enough. There was a giant “Wash Your Hands!” banner above the entrance, and as the automatic double doors opened for you, you could see the picked-over endcap of antimicrobial soap and hand sanitizer. Tissues, you mentally checked off, adding two boxes to your basket as you sniffed.

It was good of the community to take this virus seriously.

When the mayor had announced the Cambric Creek would be voluntarily self-quarantining, you’d expected there to be more of a fuss. There weren’t that many human residents, after all. The were community, it turned out, was also vulnerable to exposure, and they were a plentiful demographic. You’d read that there was concern that elves might also be in danger of contracting the human virus, and then that was that. Social distancing was now the community expectation.

It was day five. Five days of kids being home-schooled, of most businesses being shut down. Day five of no dining in restaurants or going to the nail salon or to the theater...not that you often did any of those things. In truth, quarantine hadn’t impacted your household all that much. You and Anzan both worked from home normally anyways, were both introverts who preferred staying in over nights on the town. Still, the fact that you couldn’t do any of those things was strangely chafing, and you’d left the house that day filled with an anxious restlessness.

Business had, surprisingly, picked up with the health scare dominating the news. Customers you’d not heard from in several years, customers who’d discovered you through word-of-mouth, customers you’d picked up through the new coven you’d joined. Requests for home cold remedies and cough suppressants and fever reducers arrived in your email with payments being sent electronically, and you’d been hard at work, getting your new client base and their families through the yearly cold and flu season.

The new coven was a group of younger witches who had, for one reason or another, not been accepted into the circle of sisters, but had welcomed you with open arms.

It was strange, the unusual feeling of belonging, stranger still to find yourself in a group of equally socially-awkward fellows, particularly when they had placed you in a spot of such veneration. Your knowledge was advanced compared to many of the witches, your family history impressive, and you were enjoying your new role as a mentor and teacher. The aunts, you were certain, would be proud.

Now you were caught up on orders, and desperately needed to get out of the house.

You’d jumped in surprise when, upon entering the side door, a giant shadow loomed in the hallway. “Oh! You scared me!”

Anzan remained as unsmiling as ever, cocking his head curiously as he sipped from a coffee mug. “You didn't say you were going out.”

“I needed to get some tissues, and I picked up a few cans of this disinfectant spray...I can leave it on the porch for people to spray their vials down when they do pickups, if it makes them feel better. I just needed to get out of the house for a little bit, this quarantine is driving me crazy already!”

You laughed lightly, stretching to kiss the side of your boyfriend’s sharply-angled jaw. The thin cotton of his black t-shirt was stretched tightly over his well-muscled form, and his glossy, dark hair was loose, swept over one shoulder. You still went a bit dizzy over how handsome he was, you thought, reaching up to tap his scrunched nose.

“Quarantine?”

You watched the rapid wave of blinks or the smaller black orbs on his chiseled face, leading to his narrowed cobalt eyes.

Your own brow furrowed in response. It had been five days, countless news stories and headlines, weeks of growing public panic all over the world. You couldn’t hold back your incredulous laugh.

“Anzan, you do know there’s a global pandemic happening? A major public health emergency?”

You grinned as he rolled his eyes at your question, tugging your hair before his massive legs carried him across the kitchen to set his mug in the sink. “Of course I know that, but when did we start a quarantine?”

“Five whole days ago! You know what this means? You need to leave the house more.”

You turned away to blow your nose in one of the newly-procured tissues, before washing your hands at the sink. You’d been fighting upper respiratory congestion for the past few days, had been drinking a home brew of steeped ginger, adding lemon and cayenne with raw honey, but the sniffles still lingered. As you put away the few groceries you’d also picked up, you realized the huge outline of your boyfriend was still visible on the floor. He was, you saw with a swallow, glaring at you.

“Little bug, you are still sick. And you went out? During a quarantine?!”

“It’s just the sniffles, I feel fi—”

You cut off on a squeak as you were scooped easily by his four massive arms.

“You are not fine! You are not to leave this house,” he rumbled, moving on his many legs with terrifying speed though the house and up the stairs. “You are a human, you're the last person who should be going out. If you need something, I’ll go out for you. I’ll not have you risking your health needlessly.”

You had a mind to complain. You weren’t a child, nor were you a doll, and he was entirely too overprotective as it was. But when he ran a hot bath, stripping you with caressing fingers before setting you carefully in the steaming water, you felt hard-pressed to be angry. You watched quietly, tipping your head back against the tub as he added fragrant oil and mint to the water, clearing your sinuses. One of his lethally sharp nails dragged lightly down your leg, making you shiver beneath the water, before he took up your foot. The press of his thumb into your arch nearly made you dissolve, becoming one with the hot bathwater.

It was long minutes before he spoke again, kneading your foot in silence from where he sat at the foot of the tub. He liked to sit behind you, most nights, washing your hair as you told him about your most recent coven meeting and the orders you were filling, the projects you wanted to start together on the house. The empty days of the previous several years seemed like a distant memory, replaced with his quiet, stoic companionship and fierce devotion.

“You will not be so cavalier with your health, ladybug. No more going out.”

Your breath hitched when he lifted your foot to his mouth, his breath hot against your damp skin before pressing his lips softly to your ankle bone. Driders, you’d learned, were not free with their emotions. Anzan rarely indulged in human expressions of affection, but he showed you the depth of his feelings in his protectiveness, in his intensity, and the way he worried over you.

It frightened you, the world he had come from. Violent and guarded, drider society was secretive and closed off to outsiders. You knew that emotion was viewed as a weakness, and you appreciated the way he had softened, at least where you were concerned.

Sitting up in the water, you reached out for him, pulling his lips to your own as he lifted you once more, wrapping you in a thick towel. You loved him, more than you’d ever expected to, and you knew that keeping you safe and close was his way of showing you that he felt the same.

“I promise, no leaving unnecessarily.”

The steam coming off your work cauldron burned your eyes, and you turned away to blow your nose once more, staggering dizzily.

What you’d thought was just a cold had turned out to be the flu, and the aggravation of the constant congestion and fatigue was driving you to exhaustion. You knew that you just needed to rest, needed to cease working and stay in bed for several days, and you planned on it, were looking forward to snuggling beneath your quilt until you were well…

But there was one last order to finish, despite how wrung out you felt. One last order to finish, and you were missing a vital component of the recipe, a mistake you’d not have made if you weren’t battling your own illness.

Willow bark and camphor, coltsfoot and comfrey...and the bladder of a goose, which you did not have.

You could go out, make a quick run to the closest farm, the one where that nice human who was involved with your almost-tenant worked. You’d have to purchase a whole goose to be butchered, which seemed a terrible waste...you rarely missed the old circle of sisters, the ones who’d cast you out, but in times like this another seasoned witch with a well-stocked cupboard would be an asset to have as a friend.

You were just zipping the front of your coat, the pockets stuffed with tissues, when a familiar shadow filled the hallway.

Anzan had turned the attic apartment into his home office, rarely coming down during the afternoons, although he’d been appearing every few hours to check on you with a frown, grousing that you ought to be in bed before you’d snapped that you had work to do. Now he stood in the doorway, as if he’d known you were planning on leaving the house—numerous eyes narrowed, one set of his muscular arms crossed across his broad chest, the other set of hands resting where his hips would be, were it not for his arachnid lower half.

“Where are you going, little bug?”

You gulped guiltily and gripped the wall as you reeled, watching through glassy eyes as he came down the last several steps, a long-fingered hand reaching out for the door you stood before, sliding the chain into the lock with finality. The gesture was enough to break your stupor.

“But I need to go out! There’s an order to finish! I need to—”

“You need,” he interrupted sternly, “to go to bed. You’re still sick and you’re not going to get any better unless you rest!”

You liked having a dominant partner, liked knowing there was someone there to care for you, who loved you, whose steadfastness filled in the gaps of your insecurity, and you knew that he was right...but you couldn’t leave an order unfulfilled, not when you were so close to be finished. The room was still spinning, however, and suddenly the thought of being able to navigate the side door steps seemed daunting.

“I just...I just need...need to sit—”

The steps where he stood seemed impossibly far away as you staggered, reaching out for the wall which was similarly too wide a distance. The room pitched and dipped as strong arms came around you, and the world went black.

You couldn’t move your arms.

There was a strange weight encasing you, from your shoulders to your toes, and you felt an overwhelming need to be free from it. Panic seized your brain as you tried and failed to move once more. Your arms were pinioned to your sides and you were unable to lift your legs, your entire body seemingly frozen in place, locked in the dark.

As you struggled to control your breathing, you mentally ran through everything you knew about being buried alive, wondering if that’s what had happened. You were too frozen for that scenario, you decided, panicking further. A coma? Could you have been suffering from the killer virus in the news after all? Had you slipped into a coma?!

As you contemplated the possibility, your eyes adjusted to the darkness.

The exposed beams of the attic ceiling were above your head, and now that you’d ceased panicking, you were able to discern a familiar springiness to your prison. Anzan. You were in a web, you realized, one of your boyfriend’s sticky confines. You’d been captive in his webs many times, but he normally favored elaborately woven harnesses that braided around your curves, leaving you somewhat mobile. You’d never been cocooned before, and the feeling was more than just a little unsettling.

You heard the heavy tread of his many legs creaking up the ancient staircase a few moments later.

“You’re awake.”

Straightforward and unsentimental, but you heard the relief in his deep voice, making you wonder how long you’d been asleep. A long, lethal talon caressed the side of your cheek, a gesture that you’d learned was more intimate than a kiss. Nodding wordlessly, you attempted to speak, finding your mouth bone dry. Instantly he turned, moving down the staircase with that unnerving drider speed, returning with a tall glass of cold water and a straw.

“Just a little bit at a time,” he murmured, after helping you to sit up by pulling on a section of webbing. The water was cool, soothing to your parched throat. After you had your fill, you were startled when he carefully lowered the webbing he held.

“But I want to get up!”

Anzan’s chuckle was like a swathe of black velvet, plush around you in your sticky confines. “That’s not happening.”

“But—”

“No,” he interrupted. “You are sick. You’ve been practically unconscious since yesterday afternoon, ladybug. Do you have any idea how worried I was? Since you seem to have no great attachment to your own health, I’m taking over. You can get up when you’re well and not a moment before.” He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead, ignoring your pout.

You considered, as he left you once more, that the blasted flying potion would have come in handy right about then.

For the next several days you were a well-cared for hostage.

Anzan was always there, plying you with water and juice, home made soup and toast, lovingly stroking your hair and holding tissues to your nose. “Honest, I’m full!” you’d assured him when he’d tried to hold another spoonful of the mysterious green soup to your lips. You normally took turns cooking for each other through the week, and your palate had yet to acclimate to drider cuisine.

He’d consented to remaking the web so that you were able to sit up on the second day, releasing you from the confining cocoon on the third morning, once he was confident that your fever had broken. You woke sometime before dawn on the fourth day, the sky beyond the small attic window showing a still-dark sky. Your cheek was pressed to the cool, familiar contours on Anzan’s bare chest, you realized, shifting slightly. Finally free from your webbed confines, he was holding you to his chest, cradled in his arms.

For a long moment you were quiet and still, enjoying the weight of his heavy arms. You were wearing your favorite nightgown, you realized, worn kitten-soft, slimming your thighs. For the first time in over a week, you were able to breathe clearly, the heaviness in your head absent. His measures were extreme and you’d had your fill of his cooking, but he’d taken excellent care of you, effectively nursed you back to health. Snuggling against him, you closed your eyes, letting the rise and fall of his broad chest lull you back to sleep.

When you woke again, you’d been shifted. The web was surprisingly comfortable, you were forced to admit, and one of his long-fingered hands had slipped beneath your neck, cupping your head. Your body tingled. You were surprised, after being sick for so long, that your first physical impulse was to slide one of Anzan’s hands between your thighs.

You were surprised, but you did so anyways.

His deep groan vibrated the web around you, his fingers moving against you on their own after a few moments of leading. A flush spread down your chest as you thought of a day from the previous month, when he’d kept you suspended in a web with your legs opened wide, level with his thin-lipped mouth. He’d feasted on you repeatedly, nipping at your thighs with his sharp fangs, and bringing you to ecstasy repeatedly with his tongue.

That was what you wanted now, you thought, squirming against the web, trying in vain to lift your hips to his stroking fingers. You were still too weak to take him fully, too fatigued to withstand the burn of his venom through your veins, a necessary precaution before taking his cock.

“You’re not strong enough, little bug,” he murmured, as if he’d read your mind, sliding a long finger into you until you keened. “But there are other ways to give you what you need…”

The first stroke of his tongue made your thighs quiver, long licks that made you arch, desperately trying to meet his mouth. His massive hands curled under your knees, spreading you wide and pressing them to the springy web. His tongue pushed deeper. Lapping and sucking, filling you completely, the vibration of his deep groan against you making you gasp.

He would go into a rut twice a year, you’d learned, eagerly anticipating the return of that heavy, potent smell; dark and alluring, advertising his seasonal arousal and desperate need to mate. That didn't mean that you were left unsatisfied in the months in between, of course. You didn't realize his own excitement rivaled yours just then, not until you felt the silver-white burn of his fangs.

It was barely a drop; not quite enough to leave you twisting, desperate to be filled over and over...but it was more than enough to push you off the ledge of an explosive climax. A strangled cry strained your still-recovering throat, as your body bent, attempting to fold itself in half in an effort to crash into his mouth. Anzan continued to bathe your clit with his tongue, sliding one finger, then two into you, curved to press into that spot within that made you come undone. On and on, you came against his tongue in one shuddering wave after another until you were nearly sobbing, spent and limp and thoroughly satisfied.

There was a web over the front door. It was the first thing you noticed, as you came downstairs, later that morning. Despite the devoted care of your live-in nurse, it had been nice being able to get up and stretch, to take a shower and scrub your skin pink, to put on actual clothes.

As you moved down the curving staircase, the smooth wooden bannister cool beneath your palm, you saw the curious glimmer over the doorway. There must have been a breeze coming in, you thought with a frown, mentally adding checking the frames and re-plumbing the doors to the endless list of home improvements the old Victorian needed.

You could smell coffee brewing, smiling as you approached the kitchen. Anzan had eagerly adopted the caffeinated beverage as his favorite human convention, and there was almost always a pot brewing. You wondered, as you pulled out your own mug, if you might make it to the farm today. There was still a goose bladder in need of procuring, and you might even be able to barter with the centaur who owned the farm for whatever other unusual stock he might be able to provide. A stop at the grocery store, maybe the beverage store on the corner that stocked the imported sparkling elderflower water you liked...

There was a web over the side door as well.

You gasped in outrage, spinning to find Anzan there, standing in the doorway, watching you silently. His blue eyes sparkled with mirth, and you were stunned to find his mouth–impossibly!–pulled into a smile, his fangs gleaming in the sunny kitchen.

“We’re on quarantine, little bug,” he reminded you cheerfully, moving across the kitchen to refill his coffee mug. “That means no leaving. You’re stuck with me, for however long it lasts.”

A long talon,deadly sharp yet gentle against your skin, caressed your cheek before you gripped his shirt and pulled him down, returning his smile with one of your own. “That’s the best way to spend a quarantine,” you assured him before pressing your lips to his.

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little-diable · 4 years

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Ophelia - Klaus Mikaelson (angst/smut)

Requested by anon: Hello dear, can you write part 2 of the imagine "Shakespeare" with Husband!Niklaus Mikaelson and reader. This time vice versa plot, Niklaus is upset with reader and sulks and she tries to propitiate him and does her best efforts(like cooking his favourite meal, singing a love song for him, decorates their bed with petals for him) and he melts easily because he can't stay upset with her, he finds her efforts very cute. And eventually their passionate love making on the same decorated bed💕😍

Kinda a part 2, but you don’t have to read “Shakespeare”, to know what’s going on. I changed it a bit, hope you still like it. You can read “Shakespeare” here, enjoy my loves. xxx

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”, she was sobbing, (y/n) was kneeling in front of his frame, trying to cower away from his icy stare, Klaus shook his head, screaming as he threw his glass of bourbon against the wall, making the glass break into hundreds of tiny shards. Her sobbing got louder, she wrapped her arms around his shank, whimpering a small “sorry”, hoping, that he’d calm down and forgive her for her reckless actions.

She had tried to save him, had tried to trade herself in for his life, seemingly forgetting once again, that Klaus Mikaelson wouldn’t need any help, at least that’s what he hold himself almost every day. (Y/n) had gotten hurt, bruises were littering her body, a black eye was gracing her features, Klaus was seeing red, he was boiling, “you could have died”, he rasped out, the original shook off her arms and left the room, slamming the door shut.

(Y/n) knew that it would take Klaus a while to calm down and return to her, her heart felt heavy, clouded by her anxious state, making her drown in her tears. She rose from the floor, with trembling legs, her lower lip was quivering, she felt shaken up, (y/n) walked towards the shards, began to pick them up with her bare hands, not caring about the tiny cuts, that would decorate the skin of her hands later on.

Her eyes felt heavy, from all the crying, she placed herself in his chair, grasped the book, that was laying next to her seat and began to read the last page, that had been kept open, “larded all with sweet flowers, which bewept to the grave did not go, with true-love showers”. “Oh Ophelia”, (y/n) whispered, she ran her fingers across the page, as if she was trying to trace his skin, praying to the spirits above, that he’d find his way back to her rather sooner than later.

Her mind took her back to the time, where Klaus had tried everything to make her forgive him, the way he had so gracefully painted that picture, wrote that amazing poem, inspired by Romeo and Juliet, it made her ponder about what she’d have to do, to make him forgive her. (Y/n) walked into their kitchen, her body seemed to move on autopilot, mixing foods together, baking Klaus one of his favorite desserts.

She kept on trying to pull herself out of the train wreck, that was currently resembling her brain, her thoughts were all over the place, cursing herself for making him worry about her, even though she had just genuinely tried to save his life.

(Y/n) pressed her forehead against the cold surface of her kitchen island, trying to come up with any ideas, to make him forgive her, a task, that appeared to be harder than she had originally thought. She walked up to their bedroom, moved a chair towards their big wardrobe and reached for the dried flower petals she had stored up there. Her eyes were dancing across the bedding, admiring her work, the way she had placed the rose petals all over the covers, hoping, that he’d find it in him to forgive her.

“A cake?”, his voice hallowed through the kitchen, made her turn her head towards him, still slightly swollen eyes found his, (y/n) nodded her head “yes”, she sighed, (y/n) was seated on the kitchen island, head placed in her hands. “I’m sorry.”, she sobbed, Klaus stepped towards her, he tugged on her hands, pulled her tearstained face against his chest, “calm down, love”, Klaus found himself worrying about her, scared that she’d hyperventilate any second now.

“Sorry” made it past her lips a few more times, not noticing the pained expression on his face, “you only tried to protect me”, he kissed her forehead, “don’t worry, it’s alright.”. A shuttered breath left her, he pulled her in for a kiss, tasting the salty tears on her lips, Klaus wrapped his arms around her and pushed her back against the cold marble tabletop. He was standing between her legs, centre pressed against her core, Klaus kissed down her neck, hands grasped her sides, not giving her any room to move away from him.

“Klaus -”, he placed his pointer finger on her lips, silencing her, his hands wandered to her legs, he moved them up and down her thighs, making goosebumps erupt on her skin. He didn’t waste any time, pulled her skirt down, along with her panties and attached his lips to her dripping core, tasting her heavenly slickness. His name fell from her lips, Klaus wrapped his arms around her thighs, pinning her down on the island, his lips sucked on her clit, making her whimper.

He pressed one last kiss onto her skin before he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his hardening length out of his pants, he pumped his member a few times, eyes hooked onto hers. Klaus moved his hands up her body, he pulled her shirt off, eyes wandering across the bruises, he kissed every single one of them, making tears well up in her eyes once again. “I love you.”, he kissed the back of her hand, interlaced his fingers with hers and pushed his tip past her folds, slowly thrusting into her heat.

A moan rumbled through her, (y/n) watched him with loving eyes, ignoring the way the cold tabletop was uncomfortably pressing into her skin, probably leaving marks. He was set on a slow pace, giving her time to adjust to his length, she was able to feel all of him, building up the burning sensation in her core. (Y/n) tugged on his hands, pulling him down to meet her lips in a loving kiss, she was pouring all her emotions into it, hoping that he’d feel the love, that was flooding through her.

“Klaus”, she panted, “faster please”, she squeezed her eyes shut, moaning as he began to build up his speed, their skin was slapping against each other, leaving a hallowing noise. He rolled his head backwards, moaning her name, her walls were clenching around his impressive length, (y/n)s legs were shaking, her back was arched, pushing her closer to her release.

She kept on moaning and groaning, screaming his name as her orgasm overcame her, he intensely watched her, adoring her beautiful expressions, loving the way she sobbed out his name, the way her walls fluttered around him, pushing him over the edge. Klaus pulled out of her, he released himself onto her stomach, panting as he came down from his high, one hand still interlaced with hers.

The original wrapped his arms around her middle, pressed her against his chest and carried her upstairs, he placed her down on their soft bedding, eyes wandering across the beautiful petals. “Thank you, my love.”, he whispered, wiping her clean, kissing her skin, he’d take his time with her tonight, making sure, that she knew how much he adores and loves her.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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ALEXANDER ‘TIG’ TRAGER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

@lucillewinchester asked: Hi! My name is Carmen. I'm new to tumblr. I recently discovered your stories and I love it. I love sons of anarchy. Could you write an imagine about Chibs Telford or Tig Trager with numbers 87 and 42? Although the truth has been difficult for me to decide, almost all of them seemed very interesting to me. P.D: English is not my first language, sorry if there is an error :)

Prompts:

42. “I can’t watch you with another man/woman”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 1.6k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

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You have a goofy smile installed on your lips, crossing the crowded yard to the clubhouse. All that you can see are Sons of Anarchy everywhere, and even if you see them like your family, you're going right to the SOA meeting room where the boys must be to talk to them about your date night. It was really amazing. You met John at the hospital, when he came with an allergic reaction to peanuts, and after all he asked you for a dinner. The restaurant was on point, as your outfit and your companion. And you can't wait to tell it to Jax, Chibs and Tig.

But when you enter into the club, you didn't expect that scene. The inside is fully empty. There are broken stools all around, alcohol of all kinds spilled on the ground, as if a battle had happened there. Jax comes out from the hallway to the dorms, snorting with a cigar in his lips.

“Hey… Wha—”.

“You should go to talk with Tig. I beg you, (Y/N)”.

You don't say anything else, nodding just one time biting your lip ashamed for something you don't even understand. The president takes your jacket and your bag, before continuing your steps to the specific bedroom. Knocking it, you enter without waiting for an answer, finding Tig sitting in a corner with his knees curled against his chest and a bottle of whisky in his bloody left hand.

You don't doubt, running towards him and squatting to have the bottle and put it away, so damn worried that you can barely breathe. Pulling down your long hair behind your ears, you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, hey, Tig. Look at me… What happened?”

The man raises his face covered too by his own blood, mixed with the tears falling down of his eyes. He shakes his head, freeing himself from your grip, crying as a scared child.

“Tig, please… Talk to me…” Begging him and narrowing his knees, you try to call his attention too desperate.

“I… I just… Please, leave”.

“No, I'm not leaving, Alexander”. You say firmly, forcing him to look at you again. “What happened, my tiger?”

“I can't watch… you with another man”. He finally says, after some long second in holy silence.

You swallow hard, licking your lower lip, understanding why he has been so distant with you the last week, and why he's suffering like that.

“I love you… I didn' want to see it, but I really do”.

“Why you… Didn't want to?”

“'Cause I'm a fucking pariah. I can't offer you anything good. And that… fucking ‘Johnny boy’ can give you the world”.

Stretching his hand, he grabs back the bottle to have a long drink, until the whisky rips his throat making him cough. Drowning with his own cry, you sigh, taking it off again, getting up to step out of the room without any words pronounced. Chibs intercepts you as soon as you close the door, knowing that you probably would like to fix up that silly man.

“Call me if ya need halp'”.

“I don't want anyone jumping around here”.

“At your command, lass”. He replies back, offering you the medical kit, at the exact moment you hear a big glass colliding to the door at your back. Probably, the bottle. “Go'head, tiga' tamer”.

Rolling your eyes, you don't say anything because you know this is kinda your fault. Turning over your sneakers you come in again. Tig looks at you somewhat confused, getting up with some difficulties and having to support a hand on the wooden wall. You leave your eyes fall to your feet, lifting up one a little to find the glass pieces on the floor. Taking a deep breath, expelling it by your nose, you close the door pointing to the bed to make him know that you want him to sit on it. He does without complaining, resting his forearms on his lap.

Opening his legs, you place your body kneeling among them. You wet a piece of cotton in peroxide to clean the blood on his face, looking for the wounds. One under his left eye, on the cheek. And another cutting his upper lip by a side.

“I'm sorry… I didn' want to ruin your night, my sunshine”

“You didn't, Tig. And don't move”. You demand rolling your eyes, grabbing the stitches to cover the gaps.

“But…”

“No, Alexander”. You growl, supporting your arms on his leg to get up. “Who the fuck said I want the world? 'Cause no one asked me”.

The man bow his head because of the truth in your words. Yes, John looks like a good guy. But he? He's all that you really want. Maybe he's not a very sane man, but what he does, he does it with passion. Sometimes he looks like the typical rider that the only things he cares about is to fuck, and to drink. But, even if people around you don't see it, he has a golden heart.

“What if I just want a mechanic? What if I want a… pariah to break into our house at three in the morning, with a bag full of… guns or whatever? Did you ask me?”

“No”. He replies confused, raising his eyes. “Do you love me?”

“That… wasn't the question I was waiting for”. You say upping both eyebrows, picking up the medical stuff to leave it on the desk. “But, yes. I do”.

You can't even finish to turn yourself, when he takes two strides to reach you, colliding your mouth with his in an awkward kiss. And the time looks like it goes so fast that you get somewhat dizzy. He undresses himself, as you're doing it, so desperate to feel your nudity against the other, pushing him to the bed.

“Put on my kutte, I wanna see you wearing it”. He asks you grabbing it from the floor.

And you do. You wear it, before Tig lifts you up in his arms laying you down on the bed. As soon as he's on top of you with a simple move of his pelvis, Alexander digs his hard cock inside you, making you moan loud and clear his name. He sinks his face in your neck growling because of the pleasure of your pussy narrowing his erection.

“God… It feels better than I've been dreaming, my sunshine”. He mutters with a weak thread of voice. “So warm, so wet…”.

“Only for you, my tiger”. You sigh, curling a leg around his lower back, pushing him deeper, taking your time to enjoy your tightness. “I want you to fuck me hard, please… I need you, Tig… You don't know how much”.

“As much as I do”. He cries out, thrusting you again losing his control.

His waist moves faster than you can handle with, pounding you once and again, drinking his shaky breathing with his mouth pressing yours. A constant push that makes you feel plenty full. Complaining when he goes back, and whimpering when he hits you again. And probably you won't last long, but enough for him to mark his territory on your body.

His tongue explores your neck with curiosity, finding the perfect place to draw a pinky bruise on. His lips suck gently your skin, contrary to the furious lunges that fill your wetted pussy with no regrets. You look so good in his kutte, knowing that you're really the one for him, too anxious to show you that fact.

“Fuck, my sunshine…” He grunts with closed eyes, supporting his hands on the headboard, pounding you harder as you turn your moans into screams begging him for being more rough. “You got it… baby, you got it…”

And when you think it's impossible, he starts to hit your soul, so hard that it almost hurts you. But the pleasure is so intense that you don't want him to stop, only to turn you, leaving you on top of his body. And now, you're riding him. You ride him as fast as you can, sobbing too pleased when Tig slaps your ass, with rings included. He's going to leave his mark all around your body and that only excites you more. One of his hands gets nailed on your ass, while he uses the thumb of the other to rub your clit, running you out of air about to fall because of the orgasm shaking your body.

“Shit, Alexander!” You moan arching your back and spreading your legs for him, going somewhat deeper.

“Don't stop, my sunshine… Don't stop”. He begs you slapping again your ass, raising his hand to your throat making you lean on him. “Make me cum, baby…”

You nod biting his lower lip, with your pelvis crashing against his, until his breathing becomes inconstant and hectic. He fills you, flooding the room with a throaty snarl, feeling the heat that emanates from his cock spilling inside you for some long seconds that make you touch the sky. You fall exhausted on his chest, chuckling because you're just two idiots that have been wasting a valued time being able to spend it like this.

“Call ‘Johnny boy’ and tell him to fuck off”. He laughs holding you between his arms, infecting you so easy. “My sunshine… I don' wanna live without you”.

“Look at that… I didn' know you could be this romantic, Trager…”

“Really?” He raises both eyebrows, before rolling his eyes. “You will see, baby… You will see”.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years

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Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) XIV -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: I haven’t written the epilogue yet, so it might not come out next week, I do hope I get the time to do it though, hang in there! -Danny

Words: 1,178

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Previous Chapter // Epilogue

'I hope that if alternate universes exist, it will still be you and me in the end. I hope that there will always be an us.

In every world, in every story' — Tina Tran

New Year's passed without any strange occurrences as well, Anne had made up her mind and decided that those dreams had been the result of a very shitty week in which she'd had to deal with her ex's engagement, but now she was fine!

If fine meant being unable to not daydream about the handsome stranger with the pretty eyes.

Either way, her trip back to Toronto had gone well, next day they would attend the Orchard's party (Diana had told her she'd contacted Gilbert and he'd reserved a whole table for them) and she couldn't wait to get rid of this false illusion, she decided that the only way she'd be able to get over this man would be by meeting him. Usually, that's all it takes to stop liking a man.

"Anne?" Diana peered through the door. "It's almost three in the morning, you should go to bed..."

"I'm sorry Di, did I wake you?"

"Yeah, what are you doing anyway? School hasn't started, you can't be doing homework?"

"Oh, no," Anne smiled. "I started a new project. It's... It's a romance."

"Oh?" Diana's brow raised. "Are we back to being hopeless romantics, then?"

"I don't know," She looked back at her laptop. "I haven't decided yet. Which is perfect for the book, you know? I think I can give an interesting perspective, don't you think? More objective?"

"What's the main plot?"

"I don't know yet," Anne laughed. "It's about this boy, he's met a girl once in his life and only talked to her for like, five seconds, but it's enough for him to fall in love completely. After that, he starts to compare every woman to the stranger even though all is mere speculation— I haven't decided whether if it should have a happy ending or a realistic one."

"Happy endings can be realistic too, you know?"

"Well, you know what I mean," She shrugged. "It's just a concept, and it could suck— I could end up abandoning the story if it doesn't feel right, but it's the first time I feel inspired enough to do something longer than three pages and I thought I should try it."

"I think you should," Diana walked up to her and kissed the top of her head. "I know it's hard to go to bed when you're inspired and all, but do try to sleep? I don't want you leaving the party early..."

Anne's stomach twisted in anticipation, she doesn't know if she'll want to stay after meeting Gilbert, but she can't say that to her friend.

"Of course," She smiles. "Don't worry."

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It wasn't a fact, but the possibility of Anne coming to the party caused Gilbert to pour all his energy into making sure everything was perfect.

Gilbert had always been a bit of a control freak, but this was the last opportunity to actually meet the real Anne, and he didn't want to waste it.

He looked at the decorations around him feeling satisfied, Gilbert checked the time and realized it was almost 3 am, he swore under his breath and quickly made his way out, making sure everything was in place and safely secured.

He didn't know why, but something about the next day felt final, it was a now or never kind of situation.

***

The train's incessant rumbling woke him up. He realized he'd fallen asleep while reading the newspaper, Gilbert carefully folded it and fixed his posture as well as his clothes. He realized he was wearing some kind of old-fashioned suit, which he didn't consider strange at all, it felt right, actually, he felt more at home than ever.

Someone sat down in front of him, a dark-haired girl with intense brown eyes and flushed cheeks, he knew who it was immediately.

"Diana," He smiled. "To what do I owe the ple—"

"What is wrong with you?" She interrupted. "First you make us all believe you're marrying an older lady, then you show up at the last minute and announce to my father that you're no longer marrying and you're moving to Toronto instead?"

"I— What?" Gilbert blinked. "Marrying?"

"Yes!" Diana leaned forward. "You told my father you were planning to propose to Winnifred Rose and that you were moving out to Paris, then you change your plans completely! You have no idea how's Anne suffered because of you!"

The name immediately stirred something in him, Gilbert smiled.

"This is a dream, isn't it?" He asked. "She's here—"

"So you simply never bothered to speak to Anne about any of this?" She demanded, clearly not listening to him.

Gilbert's mind came up with a reply on its own, much like any regular dream, it was as if he knew there was a script he had to follow for the story to continue its course.

"Had I had the opportunity to I would have, in fact, I went over—"

"You had every opportunity, for years! Admit it— You've been smitten with Anne ever since she first came to Avonlea and smashed that slate over your head!"

The sentence brought back clear memories: Anne looking extremely pissed, holding a small slate and then hitting him with it. Him being so drunk he'd insulted her without really meaning to.

'Oh... crap', He thought.

"I need to talk to her," Gilbert stood up abruptly.

Part of him knew this wasn't real and talking to Anne here would do nothing to fix the reality that he'd screwed up the first impression already. But his dream-self had no sense of logic, so he ran to the nearest exit just when the train was reaching the station.

He rushed past the crowd and quickly found himself in the middle of a town with no idea of where he was going. The streets looked familiar, but where was Anne?

He ran across alleys, wide streets and unknown houses until he saw a big, greenish building ahead, and his heart jolted in excitement, he knew this was it, he sped forward, he was reaching the entrance—

***

The loud beeping of his alarm woke him up abruptly. Gilbert's eyes opened at once and he looked for the device frantically.

"No no no," He said anxiously. "I was so close!"

But it was all a dream, even if he'd found Anne, it wouldn't change the fact that he'd already ruined his chances with her since the start, and maybe his dreams were all a constant reminder of how it didn't matter how many times he could rewrite the story in his dreams, what's done it's done.

Gilbert fell back on the mattress with a groan. He'd been planning this party for weeks and now it all felt useless, now all he could do was wait for the party and hope Anne didn't remember him.

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Anne stood gracefully in the corner of the room, looking around at the attendants of that evening's ball without much interest, she was looking for those familiar dark-brown curls, but there was no sign of them yet.

"Oh, Anne!" Phil approached her. "Isn't this dance beautiful? Although it saddens me that the only reason why we get to enjoy it it's because we've finished our studies for good! I shall miss the classroom very much, won't you miss me?"

"Yes, I believe my heart will feel like a part of it has been stolen as soon as you part from my side," Anne replied, only the tiniest hint of teasing in her voice.

"Oh, you're lying!" Phil sniffed dramatically. "I know I won't be you most missed old chum, that's a place Gilbert Blythe has occupied ever since you rejected his proposal."

"Phil!" Anne exclaimed. "Don't speak like that! It wouldn't be proper of me to miss a man while courting another and you know it!"

"Oh, but the heart is such a funny thing," Phil sighed. "And I know you love him, therefore I should deliver the news before it's too late. Gilbert is expected to be engaged very soon."

Anne felt like her heart was getting squeezed and shattered, but she managed to control her voice.

"Oh?"

"Yes," Phil continued calmly. "I thought you ought to know, even if you insist you don't love him. I tell you so you don't do anything foolish... you should tell him the truth."

"What truth?"

"That you and Roy won't get married, of course!"

"Dear me, Phil, where did you get that from?" Anne gasped. "He hasn't even proposed!"

"It doesn't matter, I know you regret deeply the way you treated Gilbert that dreadful day, I know you would answer differently now, wouldn't you?"

What dreadful day?

Rejected his proposal? What proposal?

A muffled voice echoed in her mind, one she knew too well already.

'You would have sex with me?'

Anne shook her head in incredulity. Well, of course she was going to reject him! That offer had been positively scandalous!

And what had she done? She had... she had...

The memory came to her fresh in a flash. She had seized the slate and slapped him with it.

"Oh my..." Anne's hand covered her lips in horror. "Well, I did what I had to, Phil, he was incredibly rude!"

"Rude? He was just asking a question!" Phil blinked in confusion. "How's that rude?"

"Because he... he..." Anne blinked several times, then her gaze gained a bit of clarity. "He called me carrots! Yes, he did!"

"Oh, Anne, that was so long ago!" Phil laughed. "Haven't you gone through enough together to know he didn't mean to offend you?"

Anne was growing anxious. She fixed her skirt even though it didn't need any fixing, and stood up.

"It's getting late, I think I'll go now."

Without waiting for a reply she left, in the blink of an eye, she found herself inside the Green Gables' kitchen, Marilla was seated in front of her, and she had a very pitiful expression.

"I understand if you don't want to visit him, Anne, but I think you should, this may be the last chance you get to speak to him."

"I... Visit him?" Anne blinked. "Last chance?"

"I don't want to scare you, dear, but his mother told me his condition is quite grave," Marilla sighed. "Gilbert might not be with us next week."

"Gilbert?" Anne's voice trembled. "He's sick?"

"I understand your shock, but please do consider going to pay him a visit, whatever he did to offend you... it's better if you let him go with a clean conscience, he was such a good man..."

Marilla was talking of him as if he were already dead! He couldn't be! Anne had seen him in the picture—

But how long had it been since that? How long since she'd stopped dreaming about him? What if this was the reason?

Anne stood up and ran upstairs, she got to her room and locked herself away so she could be miserable in peace.

It was true that he had disrespected her, and she'd defended her honour with that slate... but he was really sweet and generous... or was he?

Ugh, she was so confused! How could she know what was real and what had been her imaginings entirely?

***

"Good morning, Princess Cordelia!" Cole stormed into the room and let himself fall on top of her. Anne groaned and pushed him away. "Are you ready for tonight? I'm planning to get you so drunk you start talking about shifting realities!"

"No!" She whined.

"What?" Cole looked at her.

"I'm not ready to—" She caught herself before she could say 'meet him', "...to get drunk! I think I should take a break from parties..."

She knew that meeting him would help her get over her infatuation, and maybe even stop her dreams... but she didn't want them to stop; it was so nice to have someone treating her the way Gilbert would in her imagination... what if he was just as awful as Roy? She wasn't ready to have her heart broken again...

"Anne, but you've only gone to one party since the holidays started," Cole visibly deflated, "please don't tell me this is about your ex? Diana told me you were writing again, I thought you were making progress..."

Anne shook her head. "I'm not feeling well, Cole."

Cole stood up, Anne pulled the blankets over her head.

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When the first group of people arrived, Gilbert's anxiety skyrocketed. He was expecting to see Diana's face any moment now, and that would end up confirming whether he would be reuniting with Anne that night or not.

Thirty minutes... an hour...

"Gilbert!" The young woman and her group of friends (including Cole) made a beeline towards him. "Oh my goodness, you're so tall!"

He smiled, for a moment his thoughts focused on his old friends, and how different yet similar they all look from their younger versions. Then he realized Anne wasn't there, and his hopes and expectations both crashed.

Of course she wasn't going to come! Even if she did live here, Diana had probably told her it was a reunion for old friends only, and she didn't know him, not the real him, and if he was really honest, he didn't know her either.

———————————————

If she were to stay and miss the party, she'd end up frustrated. If she did meet him and didn't like him, she would move on faster— a bit hurt, but knowing she was making the right choice.

However, if she were to attend the party, meet him, and realize he was all she'd been expecting him to be and more... well, she could only hope for him to be single.

Anne had been pacing up and down her apartment pretending to be cleaning when in reality she was only making a bigger mess. Her phone buzzed and Diana's name appeared on the screen. She picked it up with shaky hands and unlocked it.

'We miss u :c'

Under the text, there was a selfie of Diana, over her shoulder was Cole, and he was talking animatedly with... Dear God, he was taller than expected.

She stared at Cole and some strange resentment filled her.

"That should be me," She stated, and somehow she knew she was right. It should be Anne talking to Gilbert, taking a risk for the first time in years. She'd only dated one guy, for heaven's sake! She had to let herself live!

"FINE!" Anne groaned. "I'm going!"

***

Gilbert hadn't announced he was leaving, he knew they would all ask him to stay but he couldn't, he was disappointed, all he wanted was to stay home watching shitty romcoms and crying his eyes out.

It was all his fault, Anne had nothing to do with this, he had let his mind run wild and these were the consequences he was forced to face.

Unknown to him, Anne was in her apartment frantically changing her clothes and brushing her hair. She grabbed a bag and hastily put all her stuff in it. She'd already wasted two hours, she had to leave the house NOW.

Gilbert searched his pockets for change, he was planning to buy a few beers and get slightly tipsy so he could be sad properly. He found a dollar but the wind snatched it out of his hand abruptly. The young man let out a short groan as he ran after it. A door opened across the street and a woman's voice reached him.

"C'mon!" Anne closed the door roughly, she lifted her gaze and...

Gilbert didn't breathe, he didn't move. In front of him Anne stopped as well, her arms fell to her sides and she stood there wondering if she was dreaming.

"Hi."

That was his voice! His voice!

She shook her head lightly and walked down the few steps that separated her from the sidewalk. Gilbert's feet moved on their own until he was standing right in front of her.

Anne's hand reached blindly and pinched her arm, she hissed. He looked down at her wrist and frowned.

"I-I just had to check," She laughed nervously. "I have... a very good imagination— so... I just had to be sure this... is real."

Gilbert spoke in the softest of voices.

"Anne? With an E?"

"H-How..?"

"I'm Gilbert," He continued. "I don't know if you remember but... I think... I think we've met before?"

"My god— You won't believe this, but I've been having the strangest—"

"Dreams?" He finished for her. "Me too."

She laughed again, her hands were shaking.

"There... there was a coffee shop—"

"And a cat—"

"You were dying—"

"You were a pirate!"

They looked at each other in disbelief, their smiles growing.

"I... was it real?" She questioned.

Gilbert's brow furrowed as he spoke. "Which part?"

"I don't know... everything... us?"

"Anne," He repeated, this time a bit more urgently. "I have to know... does this mean... you know who I am?"

She beamed, then stretched out her hand.

"Gilbert Blythe, I'm Anne Shirley-Cuthbert. I broke a slate on your head the first time we spoke, and I've been sorry ever since, I just didn't remember it."

He let out an incredulous laugh and held her hand eagerly.

"Anne Shirley-Cuthbert, I think we're going to be the best of friends," He gazed down at her adoringly. "We're meant to be. You've thwarted destiny long enough."

"It was you who moved out before we could meet!"

"You left the bathroom before I could apologize!"

There was a moment of silence before Anne spoke again.

"You know what this means?"

"Yeah, we have around ten years of conversations we need to catch up to," He joked.

"Ten years and a month," She realized he hadn't let go of her hand, but she wasn't going to move any time soon. "But I'd say the night's still young. I was on my way to your party..."

"Can I walk you there?" He asked expectantly.

"Lead the way."

***

"Anne! You came!" Diana froze and stared at Gilbert. "Oh, hi. Did you guys know each other?"

Anne and Gilbert exchanged a look and smiled.

"I ran into him a moment ago," She explained. "He's nice."

"Thanks," He chuckled. "Anne was telling me she's been your best friend ever since she moved to Avonlea— is it true that she's the Cuthbert's daughter?"

"Yes!" Diana beamed. "Isn't she great?"

"Is it true you got drunk on accident when you were thirteen?"

Diana laughed.

"You're already sharing stories? Hang on, I have a great one of that one time she dyed her hair green—"

"Diana, don't you dare!"

***

"You lucky bastard," Bash slapped the back of his head as Gilbert walked into the kitchen.

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"You've been whining about your dream girl for weeks and just when you tell me you gave up, this breathtaking redhead steps into the diner and wastes the whole night flirting with you!" Bash said in disbelief. "How did you do that? What the hell did you sell your soul to?"

Gilbert laughed lightheartedly.

"Honestly, Bash, I have no clue... Was she really flirting with me, though? Do you think she likes me?"

Bash rolled his eyes.

"I swear, Blythe, if you don't ask her on a date I'll kill you."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Gilbert grinned.

***

"So, Gilbert," Cole nudged her arm as soon as the boy went into the kitchen. "You know he has a crush on you, right? It's so obvious, I'd be shocked if he doesn't get in one knee by the end of the night and asks you to marry him—"

"Don't scare her, Cole!" Josie slapped his arm lightly. "But Gilbert definitely likes you. He hasn't seen any of us in years and yet he's acting as if we were the strangers!"

Anne squirmed in her place giddily.

"I like him."

"That's our girl!" Jane exclaimed, finishing her drink in one large gulp. "I swear to god, Anne, if you don't take him home I'll run you over with my car..."

"Wow, that's a bit too drastic, don't you think?" Diana said. "They just met, and Anne's just recovering from her breakup with Roy!"

"Fuck Roy, honestly," Anne replied carelessly. "Gilbert's gorgeous..."

"Thanks," a voice said behind her.

Anne winced, the table fell silent and she covered her face with both hands.

"Oh my god... please tell me this isn't happening..."

The group burst out laughing, Gilbert sat down practically glowing with joy.

"Just so you know, I was about to ask you on a date, but I understand if you need time—"

"She'd be delighted!" Cole interrupted. "Please, help us, our friend desperately needs to get laid—"

"Are you talking about Gilbert?" Moody sat down next to Ruby and placed a drink in front of her. "Because the others told him that already and—"

"Okay!" Gilbert replied loudly. "Can we please not talk about sex?"

"Oh, pity, I was about to offer you a hand..." Anne teased.

Gilbert choked on his beer.

"W-What?"

"Smooth, doctor," Josie mumbled.

"Wait, is this actually happening?" Ruby asked with excitement. "Are you two going on a date for real?"

Gilbert stared at Anne with his mouth half-open, unable to get the words out. Anne simply smiled at him and nodded.

"Yes Gil, I'd love to."

The table went wild afterwards. Cole, Diana and Josie rambled about how they should've introduced them sooner, the rest simply were in for the teasing, but no one in the place apart from Anne and Gilbert knew exactly how long both had been waiting for this moment. No one was more relieved than them.

No one was happier than Gilbert as he reached for her hand and held it in front of everyone. No one felt giddier and excited than Anne when he asked for her phone number.

Life had turned into their best dream.

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writtenbynightlock · 3 years

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synopsis: college kept your life busy. the miya twins also have a life of their own. with your secretive nature, things became complicated.

genre: angst, fluff, friends to lovers

wc: 1.9k

warnings: college au, series, post time-skip spoilers

Part 3 | Part 5

The sun shines brightly through the windows of your apartment, disturbing you from your slumber. You covered your head with a pillow, blocking out the light. As you were getting comfy and falling back to sleep, your doorbell rang, making you groan. You didn’t want to get out of bed as your body felt like it has been trampled. Your muscles were sore and your head was pounding.

Standing up still in your dress from last night, you suddenly felt dizzy, making you sit back down on your bed. You hated being drunk. The things you did from last night were all such a blur memory. It sometimes gets you scared. You could only recall a few events. Scanning your room, it seems normal - just like how you left it yesterday afternoon. You can’t help but feel paranoid. Whenever you were drunk, you often do crazy things that was so not you. The last time you got drunk, you puked on Osamu’s t-shirt as he was trying to get you home. The last time you got drunk, you found your phone in the microwave with melted cheese on top. You can’t even remember putting it in there. You ended up buying a new one and got a lecture from Osamu for you to stop drinking and how you wasted quality cheese and for breaking your phone, while Atsumu just laughed his ass off at the story.

All in all, the twins were always there whenever you go out drinking because if you weren’t accompanied, you probably would have already died in a ditch somewhere.

You squeal as you heard another ring of the doorbell. With a sigh, you stood up carefully and made your way towards the door. Opening it, you saw Kaori with a bright expression on her face, which was the opposite of you really because you looked like you just came out from hell.

“Kaori-chan, what brings you here?”

“Good morning love! I brought food to help you with your hangover. May I come in?”

“S-sure”

Stepping aside, you let Kaori enter your apartment. You do remember attending Kaori’s birthday party. You do remember having dinner and talked to her friends but it ends there. You pretty much don’t remember what happened after that.

“H-how did you know I have a hangover?”

“Sweetie, I think you’re the only person I know who could empty a whole bottle of wine alone.” Your eyes widened at this.

“What?! A w-whole bottle?!”

Kaori’s eyes widened, shocked at your reaction before letting out a chuckle. “You heard me. Do you not remember last night?” You can’t help but feel baffled. Sitting down, you intensely stared at the table thinking long and hard. This sends another pang in your head, making you hiss.

“Hangovers are real fckers. My head hurts so bad.”

You say as you hold your head, massaging it. Kaori then hands you in some medicine and water. You thanked her and drank it, hoping it would cure the pain as soon as possible. You desperately want to remember what happened last night but you’re afraid to ask.

“Did something happen when you got home last night? You’ve got some pretty interesting marks on your neck, (Y/n)-chan.”

Kaori says with a smirk as she points her chopsticks to your neck. You automatically held your neck, confused to what she meant.

“What are you talking about?”

“Take a look at the mirror love.”

Anxious, you quickly went to the sink of your bathroom and there it was. Multiple hickeys were scattered on your smooth neck. A look of horror morphed on your face. You rubbed your eyes again, in attempts and hoping that you were just seeing things but it was still there. Red marks were scattered on your neck and collarbone. Your heart started to raise in your chest. You tightened your grip on the bathroom sink, thinking intensely.

What the fuck happened to me last night?

Who could even leave those on your neck? You didn’t have a boyfriend and Atsumu- Your heart stopped for a moment. Were you totally wasted last night? The images of you and Atsumu suddenly fills your head. The way he was being gently as he kisses you. The way he hugged your body as you sat on his lap. This made you feel the heat creeping up to your neck and cheek. It doesn’t make sense. Was it just a dream?

“No. It couldn’t be.” You say with an exasperated laugh before you took another glance in the mirror. You noticed how your make up was neatly removed. Was it Atsumu that brought you home last night? If he did, how did those love bites ended up on your neck? He wouldn’t. You two are just friends. He wouldn’t take advantage of you.

Walking back into the kitchen, you sit down on the seat awkwardly, not looking at Kaori. She giggles at your troubled expression, “I’m glad to hear that your night ended on a good note.”

“Oh god!” You exclaimed, pulling your hair, hoping that this was just a freaking dream. You just want to die right there. The suspense was torturing you. You don’t want to think about it right now. It can’t be your ex boyfriend. You didn’t even remember seeing him last night.

“Kaori-chan. What happened last night?” Kaori glances at you, a sudden worry appeared across her face.

“Please don’t tell me you’re one of those drunkards who doesn’t remember anything.”

“Unfortunately, I am!”

Kaori let out frustrated sigh, rubbing her temple before looking at you. She hesitated but continued. Kaori told you everything, on when you arrived at the venue with Atsumu. On when you and Kaori took pictures and had dinner together with the boys and her girl friends. On how you and the rest of the girls gossiped and how it led to Shioko ended up being with Nakamura, on how your ex cheated on you while you two were still dating. On how you confronted Nakamura but somehow you got slapped in the face by Shioko. On how Atsumu took the initiative in taking you home and that was it. That’s her side of the story. It was so much to take in but somehow you felt a bit relieved knowing that you were no longer have any relation with Nakamura. It did hurt though, on how he was seeing another girl while you two were still dating but it doesn’t matter anymore. You two broke up. You didn’t love him. You were just drawn to his good looks. You made a fool out of yourself. You didn’t take care of yourself.

“You really don’t remember when you got home last night?”

Silence.

Kaori’s eyes then landed on the couch before a sigh left her mouth.

“I think I have an idea on what happened” says Kaori as she stands up and walked towards the couch, grabbing the grey blazer and giving it to you. You looked at it with a confused expression before it hits you. It was Atsumu’s blazer. You could smell his scent from it, so fresh and zesty, like lemons. You then looked at Kaori again, “So...”

Kaori slapped a palm on her face before she looks at you with a weird expression, taking the blazer away from you and sways it in front of your face.

“Atsumu’s blazer. The hickeys on your neck. Both of you were intoxicated with wine last night. A man and a woman alone. That leads to the possibility of?” Kaori sings, waiting for you to answer but you just stayed at her blankly, making her roll her eyes.

“You and Atsumu were making out yesterday missy! It’s the only plausible explanation!”

You felt your cheeks heat up and the redness creeping up your neck. You don’t want to believe it. If it was true, then you really messed up big time. You just put you and Atsumu’s friendship at risk. You can’t afford to lose it. You always had fun when you’re with Atsumu but knowing you possibly gobbled up his face last night makes you just want to bang your head against the wall a thousand times.

“B-but why?!”

“I don’t know. That’s for you two to figure out. You need to talk” says Kaori with a knowing smile.

“What? No! I’m not just gonna straight up ask him like ‘hi Atsumu, were you the one who sucked my neck last night?’ Atsumu wouldn’t do that! We’re friends for goodness sake. We don’t have that kind of feelings for each other.”

“I don’t know about that sweetie. Your neck tells a different story” says Kaori, chuckling in amusement.

“Maybe this is just a rash from the wine-”

“No sweetie. I know a hickey when I see one, or in your case, hickeys.”

With that, you just remained silenced and ate your breakfast or lunch rather since you woke up pretty late. As Kaori keeping a conversation alive as she discusses her new designs for their upcoming fashion show exam, you suddenly recalled something. You remembered how you went to the bathroom to vomit in the middle of your make out session. The mortified look on your face made Kaori stop talking and raise her eyebrows a you.

“Oh my god! I messed up big time.”

“Why?”

“I puked in the middle of our kissing.” Kaori gasped and covered her mouth.

“Oh that’s not good.”

Puking in the middle of a make out session is definitely not a confidence booster. That situation could mean two things - either the thought of kissing that person was making you sick to your stomach or it was just bad.

You panicked at this. Knowing Atsumu, this would definitely offend him. Atsumu is a confident man. He may not mind other people’s opinions but the people closer to the golden-haired setter affects him. It brought butterflies to your stomach just by the thought of Atsumu’s red and soft lips moving against yours.

Who knew his lips felt so good on your skin?

Deep down, you were always thankful for the twins but somehow Atsumu has a special place in your heart. With his charms and fun personality, any girl could fall for him. You weren’t too confident with yourself and you had to endure the twins’ popularity in high school. You were always the target of being bullied by other girls. They would often bump your shoulder while passing the hallway and tweet about you, though no name dropping but you know it was you.

When you entered college, you were still vulnerable about it. All the emotional damage that you’ve been through, Nakamura was more of a comfort person to you at first, the fact that he’s the person who has shown romantic feelings for you, but it all went downhill as months passed by. He worsened you. He brought you more emotional and physical damage.

You hated yourself for it. You went into a relationship when you were still vulnerable. You didn’t take the time to heal but you wanted help but it was the help that you mistook. Why were you so in a rush?

Am I really that desperate?

How were you supposed to face Atsumu now? What were you gonna tell him once you two meet? If it’s true, how does this change your relationship with him now?

One thing’s for sure, you are in a mess.

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sneezefiction · 4 years

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just take my hand

Yaku x Reader - Scenario

@hunntea’s event request: “happy 600 gracie! 💕 yaku w the prompt “just take my hand” perhaps?”

a/n: mmmm I’ve been craving some Yaku fanfics for a while now :,,)) this is a little on the angstier side, but we do end with some sweetness. thank you for requesting, love!!

warnings: heavy anxiety, angst, fear, some language

wc: 1410

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It’s been 6 hours.

6 hours of relentless, restless work.

And the pressure continues to build. Eyes darting frantically from laptop, to keyboard, to shaky and cramped hands, back to your glowing alarm clock.

It’s 3 am.

Again.

You flip the wooden pencil between your fingers, balancing it on the tips. Red, strained eyes glued to a half-written paper. It was messy. Lines and phrases were missing. Suggested edits went unchecked. Thoughts, completely unfinished. A paper for one of your most important projects this year was falling apart at the seams. And so were you.

Unsatisfactory. Wrong. Trashy. Unprofessional. Worthless.

Demeaning thoughts playing like a broken record have you tripping over the same words. Were you bound to fail? Why now? Unable to type even a handful of simple, fucking sentences.

This self-talk echos through your mind, resonating and seeping out into your physical body. No matter how hard you tried, it would always find it’s way out, affecting everyone and everything around you.

Thus the anxiety begins to crack its way through you, into the dead of night.

Your exhaustion had set you up for a multitude of unrealistic goals. Standards you couldn’t possibly meet in the state you are currently in. It left you in tatters, grasping for a vision that would never fully come to fruition. At least not without abandoning any semblance of sanity over the next few days.

It has your head spinning.

The clamminess of your palms and the ever-darkening circles under your eyes expressed this clearly. You’d gone days with only a few hours of disquieted sleep. Your caffeine intake had managed to double. Your workload continued to build while your mental state crashed into an abyss of worst-case scenarios. All self-care was thrown out the window as your deadline neared.

But tonight just happened to be your true limit.

Your eyes were no longer blurry from the screen in front of you.

No, this time it had to do with the pounding in your chest. The rush of blood to your head, making you dizzy. In the time you had taken to scan over your progress, you lost touch with your physical surroundings. Everything seemed to fade in and out.

Eventually, the gentle whir from your ceiling fan turns into ringing in your ears, effectively blocking off your other senses. The flickering of the candle and the papers scattered across your desk became hazy flickers and blurry shapes.

It was all too much. The mixture of fear and humiliation quickly gained on you, overwhelming your entire body with shocking ease, leaving you out of touch with the world around you.

You’re not sure how long it’s been, but you eventually feel vibrations from behind your chair. It seems impossible to figure out what it’s coming from. The movements behind you grow in intensity and soon you realize that someone is in front of you. They’d turned your desk chair around, spinning it to see your face.

You could tell that their lips were moving, but the noise was muffled and faded, as though you were trying to communicate from the other side of a pitch-black, echoing tunnel. Yes, there were words, but your eyes were glazed over and your ears, unwilling to pick up on the sound.

He was there.

Yaku is right in front of you…

but you can’t hear him.

That is until he takes you by the arms, grasping you firmly. You finally make out the foggy picture in front of you as he gently shakes you, stroking your arms just enough to garner your attention, awakening you from your anxiety and fatigue induced daze.

“-you okay? Please say something to me, baby.” His words dripping in a forcibly softened panic.

It’s funny.

He sounds even more anxious than the voice in your head does…

Why?

You’ve seen Yaku worried before, but the alarm in his eyes and the way his brow creases shocks you slightly. The heat in his hands, the intensity of his heart rate, those beads of sweat on his forehead...

He’s beyond worried about you.

Yes, worried doesn’t even begin to match the level of fear in his eyes. Yaku is scared.

Scared for you. For your health. For your mind.

Because you aren’t looking too good right now. You’d pushed yourself too far, so much so that your body refused to hold up any longer.

He’d warned you. Telling you to slow down. To take breaks. To lay with him so that he “could see your pretty face.” Anything that would get you out of your head and into his arms.

But you didn’t listen.

Yet here he is, fear pulsing through his body… and it’s all because he cares this much for you.

You expect a lecture. For him to yell at you, wondering why you didn’t take his advice. Why you didn’t take a break. How you were too prideful to ask for an extension on the deadline. Why you didn’t request help from somebody.

Hell, you thought he might even start bawling at the sad sight of you.

Well, at least you are about to break down.

But as you faze back into his touch, eyes slowly gaining visuals back, you’re met with a loving gaze. You can practically watch the relief streaming over his body like a cool breeze. His eyes hold not an ounce of animosity.

Yaku just needed the pure reassurance that you were safe. That you were okay. That he could stop worrying for now.

Upon recognizing his nurturing, brown-eyed gaze, your own eyes overflow in a burst of release from the past several days.

“I’m so sorry, Yaku.” You choke out, tears running down your cheeks and onto your legs below.

You simply hold his gaze, his eyes so sad for you.

Your breathing stutters, making it hard to explain, but you try to anyways, “I- I’ve tried s- so hard to just f-finish. I just n-need a break.”

And another sob sputters out of your mouth. It isn’t pretty… but neither were the last 7 days.

You’d pushed so hard to make everything pristine. You’d overworked every fiber of your being. Written for such long hours that the tips of your fingers were beginning to rub raw.

Anything less than perfection felt wrong. Unworthy. Like you had failed and wasted your time…

But the understanding, pained look in his eye reveals to you that Yaku doesn’t believe that.

All he wants is to take care of you. To remind you that you needed to let go for a while. That your best was good enough and that you didn’t need to try and push yourself any further.

You attempt to speak again, but the way you’re subconsciously leaning towards his chest reminds him of just how tired you really are. That you don’t need to be talking right now.

You just needed support.

His gaze falls to your shaking hands, another jolt of empathy pains striking his heart. He knows what to do.

“Just take my hand, okay y/n?”

He always said that.

The tone was always quiet and considerate. If the feeling of “calm” had a voice, it would sound like Yaku offering to hold your hand.

Whether you were breaking down into big, blurry-eyed tears, rushing through a haunted house, or flirting with the ash-brown haired boy, he would never fail to offer you a hand.

They were reliable.

Consistent.

Loyal.

Once his hands were clasped firmly around yours, he refused to let you go, not even for a moment.

Both on and off the court, Yaku used his hands to protect. To defend. It was a part of his nature. If he could use his dedicated hands to help you in any way, he would do just that.

Even if that meant defending you against yourself.

You nod, wiping your eyes with your sleeves first. You quickly note that your boyfriend has managed to maintain his squatting position for the past 6 minutes. If you weren’t so exhausted, you might have laughed.

His palms are facing upwards on his knees, ready for you to place yours inside of them.

And once you do, your cold, tired fingers are enveloped in strong, comforting digits.

Yaku wants to protect those smaller hands, shielding them from that dreaded keyboard that has brought you so many tears. To pull you into a place of peace if he has the power to do so. He longs to hold you, keeping you still and safe in his secure arms.

So even when you forget to care for yourself and even when you feel as though you’re not good enough, he’ll be there.

Taking your hand, grasping it tightly, and guiding you into the fortress of his embrace.

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g0dspeeed · 3 years

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Unconditional Positive Regard, 5

I’m thinking of not posting fic updates anymore on here, but I will be updating this Smasher/OC fic on ao3!

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Assessment

A faint whisper.

Soft.

Barely there.

The only noise in the Arasaka gym facility was its overhead air vent, but Adam felt absolutely annoyed by it all the same.

Silent and brooding, the mercenary stood in the middle of the gym mats with arms crossed and his red eyes staring heavily on the entrance. No doubt he was ready to lay into her, practically frothing for Lumen to feel how intensely pissed off he was at her lateness, at how she kept him waiting around like a fool.

Even before his days in the military, Adam was punctual. Or incredibly early. Had to be. As a hardened resident of NYC’s underworld, he could never predict what mob boss would lose his absolute shit over Adam’s ass being late, job fulfilled or not. Such a life seldom provided a second chance, and after watching many a comrade receive their due punishment for inconveniencing some trigger-hungry gang leader, Adam knew better than to press his luck. Though tucked back several decades into his past, the lessons learned in the streets of New York prepared him well in all their cruelty.

Other Arasaka staff wandered near the mats, completely oblivious to Adam until their eyes locked. Without a word, the staff members scurried out of sight.

A growl hummed past his lips. He checked the digital clock above the room for the sixth time in the last ten minutes. His jaw tightened.

Damn her.

Damn that fucking bitch and her bullshit contract.

Just as Adam was about to rip into her via holo, the rushed sounds of pattering feet echoed into the space. Lumen at last made her appearance, jogging through the entrance dressed in a grey tank top, black leggings, and tennis shoes. If anything, she looked prepared for Adam’s physical assessment.

Though her focus, Adam quickly observed, was clearly elsewhere.

As if not even noticing him, Lumen had tossed a small gym bag at the edge of the mats and quickly made work of her dark hair, her fingers running themselves frantically through its tangles in a vain effort to tie them back. Stray hairs stuck to the sticky sheen on her forehead as she struggled to compose herself.

Adam caught Lumen peeking over her shoulder near the entrance, gold eyes wide with anticipation.

Alit brilliant red, his own eyes shined as Adam conducted a quick scan of her vitals. Just as expected, the results read all racing pulse and rising body heat.

He frowned.

The woman was scared.

That force of rage soothed into a dull static. Still pissed? Absolutely, but his curiosity for her anxious state outweighed the anger, especially since the woman at this point seemed unable to experience anything resembling fear. She had stood brave in the face of his wrath before, multiple times even. Not budging, not wavering despite his powerful presence, despite the tight grip he had on her arm in the office.

If not terrified of him, Adam Smasher, what the hell could cause her to be so flustered?

Adam waited as she at last noticed him watching her, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

“I’m late,” Lumen stated sheepishly. “I know that.”

Eyes narrowing, Adam didn’t grace her with a response.

A sigh.

“It won’t happen again,” she continued. “I promise.”

He wholly expected a flood of excuses, but Lumen offered not a single one. Instead, she casually approached him, giving one final look over her shoulder towards the opening of the gym.

“Expecting someone?” he questioned.

She turned away.

“Hm?”

At that, Adam snapped.

“You’re not a stupid bitch so stop fucking acting like one!”

Lumen flinched at the sudden harshness in his voice, at how he somehow managed to make himself larger as he loomed over her frozen form.

However, much to Adam’s annoyance, she then squared her shoulders. In a showing of grace, Lumen chose to maintain her ignorance.

“It’s nothing,” she quipped. “Let’s just get started, yeah?”

A tense pause filled the air while the pair refused to break eye contact with one another, too stubborn and too prideful to back down first.

Adam rolled his eyes. So be it. He didn’t really give a fuck anyway. Temper steaming, he conceded, allowing the moment to pass so they could finally start his assessment.

“Stretch,” he ordered. “Then I’ll give you some exercises-”

“What kind?”

“Physical ones,” he replied sharply. “Just do what I fucking tell you. You’ve already wasted enough of my time tonight.”

It was then did she truly regard him. Amusement soon touched her features as she scrutinized his attire. Gone was his large Arasaka jacket, replaced with a gray tank of his own that clung to his large frame. More of his implants could be seen under the bright lights of the gym, and without the jacket’s neck guard Lumen was able to appraise the thick, black cables that snaked down his neck and shoulders, as well as the sharp jawline from the implant on his chin. He still wore his black cargo pants and military-grade boots, but seeing more of his broad shoulders and some RealSkin was a nice change for the good doctor. In a strange way the look humanized him.

“Gawk at me all you want,” stated Adam. “But don’t start anything you can’t finish, sweetheart.”

Her lips twisted into a scowl, but Lumen began stretching as he had told her to. Adam felt pleased at her obedience, eyes lingering on her body as she bent over to tap the mats. Her toned physique curved deliciously at her hips, ass, and breasts, and he blatantly allowed himself an eye full.

Denial served him no good. Adam knew that he was physically attracted to the woman. Knew since they first met in the lobby, her beauty and confidence stalling him in his tracks. Always more drawn to the feminine figure, Lumen’s body lacked any qualities that suggested any weakness. Her legs were lined with muscle, arms, too, showing evidence of some athleticism.

How unfortunate that she was the client, he thought. Might’ve be fun to-

“You good?”

Gold eyes pierced him like knives as her hands gripped her shins.

Adam smirked. No guilt filled him. No shame forced his eyes to avert. Instead, he held her stare in a welcomed challenge.

“Never better,” he responded.

Lumen scoffed.

“To start,” continued Adam. “I need to know what implants you’re outfitted with.”

The annoyance on her face melted away into a blank stare.

“Just my eyes,” she answered. “Kiroshis-”

“I’m not stupid. No one has eyes like yours.”

That last comment spilled out of him before he could stop it. Another pause followed. Adam pushed through the awkwardness, ignoring her quirked brow.

“What other cyberware?”

Her shoulders rose.

“That’s it. I don’t have-”

“There’s no use lying to me-”

“I know. I’m telling the truth. I don’t have anything else.”

His teeth grit.

Of course.

Of course that’s all she had.

His latest security job is an organic meatbag with a savior complex, and his future career with one of the leading corporations in Night City is hinging on her survival.

Lumen frowned as if sensing his disapproval, but he asked nothing more. Instead, Adam led her to an indoor track in the facility and commanded she run a mile. The woman did as she was asked, again stirring a sense of pleasure in the mercenary as he openly lusted at her body while she bounded away.

Meatbag or not, Adam planned to push her. To break her in. To see what she looked like when she crumbled, when her body gave out. To see how she handled pain. Eyes lingered on her ass as she lapped him, his mind forcibly ignoring how his body twitched.

The evening drawled on in a slower pace than what Adam preferred. True, Lumen did all that he asked when it came to assessing her physical prowess. She ran, lifted, pushed, pulled, twisted, and carried whatever weight, time, or distance that Adam commanded. She scored high in each test, even as patches of sweat darkened her top. Her stats mildly impressed him though he would never admit that. It was a small relief that he wouldn’t have to drag her ass through the field as he might the lazy corpos from past security details, their bodies clammy and panting from mild exercise. Though her body was strong, her understanding about defense tactics was certainly not. That’s what made time drag on, the hours stretching with each new technique and modeling of skill. Each drill was met with more questions and coupled with Lumen’s furrowed brow as she tried to learn proper stance and follow-through. She stumbled. She forgot where her hands were supposed to rest. He had to repeat himself, sometimes three or four times until she got it right. To be fair, her opponent stood more than a foot taller than her, his body broad, heavy, and hard. The average citizen of Night City wouldn’t have the same build, but Adam saw value in testing her all the same. No complaints left Lumen, though as time pressed on, Adam could sense her fatigue.

If asked, he would ignore any implications that he enjoyed testing her. The woman was surprisingly open and attentive to his teachings, even when bested by the merc or met with criticism. Adam caught her off guard multiple times to challenge her reflexes, shoulder checking or roughly shoving her back onto the cushioned mats. Frustration was evident whenever she made a mistake, usually in the form of a sharp exhale or her teeth worrying her bottom lip, but Lumen did not allow any self-pity. Instead, she quickly rose from the mat to try again. Such persistence and the true power he felt behind every blocked blow loosened Adam up. Perhaps he lingered in his holds a little longer than necessary. Perhaps he savored how his body was pressed against hers, the heady scent of her perfume and sweat intoxicating him. Maybe he enjoyed her shit-eating grin whenever she felt that she bested him. Or when he let her land some hits just to see her golden eyes light up in pride. Or Adam gave a short ‘good’ whenever she seemed to master a concept, the closest thing to praise that he ever gave anyone.

Denial served him no good. But he would deny to anyone watching them spar that night that he permitted himself a smile.

For his own amusement, Adam dodged her attempt to strike him in the face, side stepping and immediately wrapping an arm around her waist. A shriek escaped Lumen as he lifted her from the floor with ease and tossed her a few yards away, her body landing hard on the mats and rolling before she settled with a groan.

“Again,” Adam repeated for likely the hundredth time.

When Lumen spoke, her face was still turned away, muffled and listless.

“Does this gym not have a closing time-”

“No.”

A heavy breath left her, her body deflating from exhaustion.

“We’ve been doing this for like, six hours, Adam. I think I’m done for the day.”

“You’ll be done when I say you’re done. Get up-”

“Nah.”

She heard his steps and could practically feel the challenge rolling off of him in waves.

“I know that your little assessment is over,” she chided with the same amount of liveliness. “Safe to say that you like tossing me around.”

A sneer spread across Adam’s lips.

“Maybe I do,” he agreed. “Or I just like the view of you on your back.”

A laugh. Weak, but genuine all the same.

“Preem. Glad to know I’m not losing my mind.”

Rolling over, Lumen dared to look into his red eyes. Never got old, the way her eyes shined. The directness set him back.

“Did I pass?” she asked. “Are you willing to babysit me now?”

“Willing? Never.”

Her eyes rolled.

“But do I pass?”

“It’ll take years before you’re passable, but for one day a week I guess it’ll do.”

Lumen chuckled as she pulled herself to her feet. Every muscle and joint ached at the effort, a silent scream retching from her body after all the work that he put her through. She knew that the intensity and duration was all unnecessary, but she chose to humor him all the same with how he conducted his assessment. Especially after catching how Adam watched her, glimmers of his suppressed amazement glowing each time Lumen completed an exercise well ahead of her expected time.

“Holy shit, it’s midnight,” she breathed.

Adam said not a word, choosing to watch her stretch and pack her things in silence. Lumen’s gray tank top was soaked all the way through, evidence of her labor practically dripping off her face. The woman was still standing after all the hell he pushed her through, even smiling to herself as she took off her tank and slipped on a windbreaker. Wasn’t shy, not one bit. His eyes drank her in, committing her curves to memory. Just below the band of her sports bra, Adam saw the beginning of a black tattoo.

“Are you above fraternizing?”

The words took a moment to register, his mind wondering more so about the hidden ink.

Lumen’s smile weakened, feeling the sting of rejection in his lack of response.

“Hey,” she tried again in a new, soft voice. The change snapped Adam back into focus, suspicion filling him immediately.

“I’m sorry about how I treated you back at my office,” continued the woman. “That last time, you know, with my client?”

Her tongue wet her lips.

“She’s just a child,” continued Lumen. “And, well, I guess tantrums match the level of body modifications? I don’t know. Anyway, it wasn’t right that I took out my frustration on you. You just tried to help, and I’m sorry that I was…”

And just like that, her warm smile and how deeply she looked into his eyes captivated him. He froze at her authenticity, at how brazen she was with her vulnerable emotions. A whim that Adam seldom allowed himself to have, lest it maintain a sense of control.

“I was a bitch,” she concluded. “And I’m sorry.”

Adam wasn’t quite sure what to do next. No one had really apologized to him before, not out of anything other than pure fear anyway, and he was so taken aback by the genuine sincerity of it all that he found himself staring off towards the far side of the gym to avoid the intimacy of her gaze.

“I don’t give a shit,” he stated coolly. “You’re just part of the agreement with Arasaka, a means to an end unfortunately. Even if you were being a total cunt.”

Hoping that she would do something predictable like maybe argue or insult him, Adam dared his eyes to venture back to the woman. Lumen appeared not to take offense at his latest label. She laughed heartily.

“I guess I was being a cunt,” she mused. “That’s fair.”

Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Lumen approached the door. She gave a small wave from over her shoulder. Adam was left speechless.

Before leaving the building himself, the merc took an elevator to one of the other lower floors. Too preoccupied by what occurred that evening, he nearly forgot to retrieve a finishing touch from the Weapons Department. He didn’t typically find much use for this particular item, the other contracts either not important enough or Adam not giving a shit either way, but in this case he thought it wise to play it safer rather than risk any unnecessary setbacks to his missions with Lumen. The check-out process was easy enough, especially with his level of clearance. Item in hand, Adam was lost in thought as he travelled down to the parking garage of Arasaka headquarters. The woman had asked him about fraternization.

Why?

To what end?

Did she expect him to want to have a drink with her? Dinner?

As if they were friendly?

As if he was interested in learning anything about her that didn’t have to do with their contract?

Enigmatic. That would be a great word to describe Lumen or at least one that satisfied Adam in that moment. Each time they met she surprised him. Each time she challenged his assumptions about how she’d respond, react, treat him, even in the face of an insult or threat. What bothered Adam more was how unbothered he was becoming to her defiance. He allowed her to roll her eyes, to argue, to bait him, to tease. Not once had he laid a hand on her with intent to harm. Unlike her colleague, Lumen walked away from their conversations unscathed, or more honestly, he felt the need to walk away from her due to how off kilter she made Adam feel with that smile and gentle touches of the hand. He shivered at the memory of her warmth, at how deeply she looked into his eyes with her palm pressed to his cheek. Couldn’t recall the last time someone held him like that, even if she was only doing it to distract him from his rage.

A scoff.

That’s the only reason she did such an intimate thing. To survive. To fend off her imminent demise at his hand. She must recognize how tentative her role is, that the moment Arasaka deemed their contact over all reserve and patience went out the window. That must be why he staved his anger, why he showed her such undeserved mercy even though she was such a festering pain in his ass.

And yet.

Preem. That’s what she had said with that classic smile. That’s what she said at their shared acknowledgment of his attraction to her.

Preem.

Almost flirtatious.

The elevator doors opened and let in the cool air of the parking garage. It smelled of oil and exhaust, coupled with the strong urban smells of the city street. Something about a city at night stirred within Adam a sense of belonging. Of home. Maybe it was the kind of people who roamed freely at night, who clubbed, drank, and drugged themselves to excess in primal escapism. The kind who found comfort in the shadows as he did, who took refuge in the lapse in reality that Night City’s underbelly provided.

He breathed it in to feel the taste on his tongue, already debating on how to spend one of his rare, free nights off.

Just as Adam was about to leave the garage, a far-off figure captured his attention.

She stood in heavy contemplation by the opening of the garage, her attention completely void of Adam’s presence. That plump bottom lip of hers were tugged in her teeth with her fingers also pinching the skin as she thought on, clearly weighing upon an important decision.

Adam frowned at seeing Lumen still lingering around the corporate building. Their time had concluded half an hour ago, yet there she was. Stance rigid, Adam took note in how uncomfortable she appeared, recalling how strangely she had entered the gym earlier in the night. He scanned her, not surprised to see her heart rate was elevated and breathing slightly labored.

Fear.

Textbook fear, but why?

Following her stare, Adam quickly understood.

Down the street stood a small group of young men. They stood huddled amongst each other near the hood of some beat up car, their scrappy clothes alit by streetlight. They smoked and talked to one another in hushed voices, but even in their best efforts to appear nonchalant, Adam was aware at how each one would periodically stare in Lumen’s direction. Eyes hooded and with a hint of a smile, one man even nodded towards her. Lumen flinched.

No one was aware of Adam. No one knew he lingered in the shadows, how he was privy to all who were involved. How he had access to their bounties and criminal charges in seconds, how his temper blistered at seeing the nature of their offenses.

With a heavy hand, Adam reached out from the darkness and placed his palm on the base of her neck. Lumen jumped instantly, a scream catching in her throat.

“Do you know them?”

His voice was stern, though unreadable. Beneath his touch, he could feel her body relaxing, at how calm she became at hearing his voice.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered. “Why the fuck would you do that-”

“Do you know those men?”

She swallowed.

“No.”

Adam stepped out from beneath the shadows of the parking garage, his grip still on the back of Lumen’s neck.

When he spoke again, his voice was louder and held a sort of lethality in its tone.

“Go home,” he commanded.

Before she could respond, his other hand left his side to reveal the item he took from the Weapons Department. She frowned in confusion as he held up a large white ring, the device clearly some form of modification. Without asking, Adam moved the device over her head and hung it around her neck.

“What is this?” asked Lumen.

“A Halo.”

Adam’s red eyes glowed an amber color, the device then chiming to life. Lumen felt a dull vibration coming from the ring as it activated and synced with the mercenary, her anxiety bubbling even more. It shined a bright white, the color illuminating her face in a faint glow. Adam gave her neck a squeeze.

“What, what does it do?” she asked him.

“Stops anyone from hacking in, even if its just your optics and processor. Tells me where you are at all times and any irregularities in your vitals. Also has a panic feature. Not that you’ll need it.”

That last part was said while Adam gave his coldest stare to the men on the opposite end of the street. He knew they could hear him, knew they recognized who he was, his name falling off their lips the moment he revealed himself. Adam reveled in how quickly they avoided his gaze, at how fast they scrambled.

Turning back to Lumen, he caught her letting out a sigh of relief.

“Go home,” he commanded again. “Turn this off when you get there.”

She nodded slowly.

Adam’s eyes lingered on her face a moment longer, taking in the redness of her cheeks and how quickly her pulse raced, his thumb feeling its drumming beneath his touch.

He let her go and turned down the sidewalk, not bothering to look at her again.

Just as Adam thought that he finally had the final word, a faint ‘thank you’ was whispered from behind.

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