#Seriously hope you guys like this! My blood sweat and tears went into it

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holy shit! Its done! Ive worked on this for about a month and a half now? I think? Its a somewhat redo of this post from exactly a year ago :) I hope you like it !!!

(List of symbols below the cut. Slight warning: It's a bit long)

Biana

The bird earrings and the goldish triangles in the background are supposed to represent the vacker crest and how her family name is always sort-of looming over her.

The background could be interpreted as a mirror or stained glass. a mirror because of nightfall, and stained glass because it's the kind of rich people thing the vackers would have.

The cracks in the mirror are very faintly outlined in gold. It's supposed to sort of represent how the constant pressure to be perfect and "golden" kinda fucked up her and her family, especially with regards to Alvar.

The mix of teal and purple in the mirror and the roses is supposed to symbolize the constant fight between being herself and being who her family and the rest of elven society wants her to be.

The flowers are roses because something something Biana is pretty but definitely has thorns. She can hurt you.

The butterflies are actually there for multiple reasons! Theres the obvious, being that butterflies are beautiful. But they're beautiful because their colors come from camoflauge. They look pretty to hide from predators. Also, the belding in could go with her vanisher ability.

I know it's a bit unclear, but the squigglies beside the butterflies are supposed to be snakes! Snakes are dangerous, but you don't usually notice them until it's too late. They sneak up on you. Sort-of resembling how no one would suspect Biana of being dangerous, and how being a vanisher lets her sneak up on people.

Fitz

He has matching earrings with Biana. This is sort-of to go with the whole "family comes first" thing with the Vackers. The birds are also to represent the family crest! (You can also see the crest in the squares in the corners)

His color scheme has a lot more teal than Biana's did. This is mostly because of the two, the family legacy effected him more. He was always going to be the golden child. The one true Vacker kid.

The swords on the sides are supposes to sort of symbolize his fighting. He's been almost nonstop battle training for a lot of books now, and even got an actual sword in the ending of stellarlune.

The swords are wrapped in roses. It's supposed to represent Sophie, since the Ruewen crest has a rose. She is what made him realize that the elven world was really shitty, and that there's a better world worth fighting for.

The feathers beside the swords are also supposed to represent the bird in the family crest.

The scales at the top are because of mr.snuggles mostly. Dragons have scales, so i thought it'd be fun. They could also represent a snake skin, and how throughout the series he's been growing and changing.

Below the scales are little thorns. These were supposes to symbolize all the littlethings he's said and done to hurt others, even if it wasn't intentional. His anger is a protects him, just like thorns protect a rose.

In the top right corner, there's a circle with a broken heart inside. It's supposed to be his cognate ring, and all the drama that's happened with Sophie.

The objects above his shoulders are crowns! bc vacker royalty or whatever!!

There's a broken heart behind him. The most obvious comparison for this would be his relationship with Sophie, but it could also represent his connection to Alvar or Keefe. Honestly, it could represent his entire relationship with the Lost Cities.

Keefe

The black dripping down the circle in the background is supposed to be shadows + quintessence. It could go with the scene in Legacy where his abilities are activated, or just represent how his life has been slowly getting darker and darker. Everything being overshadowed by the Neverseen.

The heart in the middle of the darkness can either be his empath abilites or how he's still trying to be a good person, despite everything that's happened.

The candles are a tie in to the Sencen crest, hand holding a candle. They could also represent how everything that's happened to him over the course of the books is slowly burning him out, and yet he's still desperately trying to help, and be a light for his friends.

The shapes surrounding the circle could be eyes, to represent the neverseen, or the petals of a flower. The flower would be to represent life. He's still alive and he's still going despite everything. His entire life was built on Gisela'a dream for the neverseen and her own plans though, hence why the petals are eyes.

The flowers on his necklace are a tie-in to the flowet bead necklace he made for his mother when he was little.

The petals are in a sort-of gradient from white to green. This is supposed to symbolize all the shit that's happened in recent years, and all the deaths and sadness that have piled up. There's still a ring of white though, to represent that throughout this he's still the same person. That he's still a good person.

Only one of his eyes is showing, and it's wide open. It's supposed to look a bit like the neverseen symbol.

In his outfit, you can see little heart symbols in the pattern, because he's an empath.

In the very back, the mismatched stripes are sort-of supposed to be the chaos and confusion that sort of goes with his character. His entire life is a mystery that only Gisela knows, and it's been a mess trying to figure it out. He doesn't know who he is or really why he even exists.

His eye earring is supposed to go with the Neverseen, and his sun earring is supposed to symbolize Icarus.

Sophie

The little pattern on her outfit is supposed to look like moonlark feathers !

Her outfit is blue because like. Red is her color, canonically, but her whole thing is supposed to be going against whats expected of her and making changes, so! Blue.

I tried to make her hair like. sunrise-ish colors. Since shes sort of like? A new beginning for the Lost Cities? If that makes sense?

Her little hair part has the silhouette of hope.

The circle outline in the back is supposed to be the cognate ring.

The shapes surrounding the circle are little wolf claws, to go with her dire wolf Team Valiant symbol.

The stars inside the circle are supposed to be her three human family members, and then her star off to the side.

The three blood drops are supposed to be the three main deaths that have effected her. Kenric, Calla, and Forkle 1.

The three leaves outlining the circle are supposed to be Edaline, Grady, and Jolie. Something something theyre leaves because wanderlings and Jolie's death was all they could see before Sophie came to them.

The leaves are right next to the fire because Brant killed jolie with fire !

Fire in the bottom right corner because. Every single fucking thing that has happened to her regarding fire. (Also Fintan possibly being her dad)

There are 11 stripes in the top right corner for her 11 main friends.

The rose is supposed to be the rose in the Ruewen family crest.

The red stripes in the top left corner are supposed to sort of look like her inflicting lazers.

The feathers are swan feathers.

The white triangles in the bottom left corner are alicorn horns (hence the sparkles).

Dex

The 4 circles on his necklace are the triplets and him. The bottom one hanging down could be either Dex or Rex, I think.

His shirt is sort of funky? I wanted it to be a bit like Slurps-and-Burps, I guess. A tiny bit different from the others.

Stars on his shirt! For when he and Sophie went star-gazing for a homework assignment.

The branch in thr background is supposed to be from his wanderling.

Fire! Because of his whole thing with it bc. You know. Tortured by it and shit. Also, just in general, this series can't go five minutes without fire being mentioned. So.

The little oval above it is supposed to be a bit linke a finger print? Because he still has that mark from when he got tortured. It was also supposed to look a bit like a sand dollar, because he got kidnapped on the beach.

Swan at the top! (It doesn't look much like a swan bc I did it with no reference. :()

It has a green eye because Neverseen! And how they've caused all this death and shit in his life.

Theres a gear at the top because he's a technopath.

In the back it's a bit hard to see but. There are little lines throughout thr black spaces. They were supposed to look a bit like wires. Technopath.

The circle inside the gear is supposed to be his Team Valiant gem, in his circlet.

Three water drops for the triplets.

Theres water at the bottom, partly because of the beach where he got snatched, but also partly because of like. His somewhat melting relationship with his mom after the Black Swan reveal? Since shes a Froster.

Behind the drops there's five stripes, to represent his whole family.

Idk theres a lot of family symbolism in this because its like? Such an important part of his character? Their reputation is what makes up so much of his motivations, especially in the earlier books.

Marella

Her hair was supposed to look a bit like fire.

Fire shapes on her outfit.

She has a little heart pin on her outfit because of her earlier ambitions to be an empath.

Eyes on her necklace for the neverseen. The orange triangles are for fire and thr blue ovals are for water. Because of her training practice with Linh.

The 3 dots on either side of her outfit are for the other three horsegirls of the apocolypse. Linh, Maruca, and Stina.

The wrinkles on her sleeves were also supposed to look a bit like fire? Not sure how well that worked out though.

There are 5 stars on her earrings to represent the five pyrokinetics deaths that caused the ban on her ability. They're stars bc her name means star of the sea.

The pink/yellow/blue stipe on the left is supposed to represent the torch she had in the ending of stellarlune, bc those are the colors is turned.

Exillium beads above the stripes to represent her relationship with Linh and how she was angry that Sophie didn't ask her to come with her in Neverseen.

The waves above the beads are supposed to tie into her "star of the sea" name.

Above that is Fintan's ear :). The moon earring hanging down is supposed to be like, controlling the waves? And they're supposed to represent Marella's name so it's like. Fintan manipulating her during their training sessions.

The sun at the very top because like. fire. sun.

Little wind at the top right corner for her dad, Durand, whose a guster.

The shape on the right is the balcony that her mom fell off.

The vines growing up it are supposed to sort of represent death? Her mother didn't die, but I'd assume they probably mourned her a bit like they did with Alden. She's not totally gone but she'll never be the same as she once was.

Theres a salamander climbing up the balcony because of the myth that they're immune to fire, and how pyrokinetics are supposedly immune to fire but can still be effected by everblaze. If that makes sense?

There are little yellow dots scattered throughout the background that are supposed to be like. Little sparks from fire.

Linh

She has a moon earring to sort of represent control over waves and shit.

Same thing goes for the moon above her head!

Her registry pendant is like? Simpler? Compared to the others, since she was banished and all that.

Dots on her outfit are exillium beads if it wasnt clear. :)

The symbol on her jacket (?) are rainclouds.

The lines on her sleeves are supposed to look like rivers.

Purple handprint in the background because of her exillium placing.

The stairs behind it are supposed to be the stairs at Tiergan's house. There are 6, one for each person who lived there at some point.

The little red/blue drops and sea are like. The blood slowly turning into water/ her taking control over her ability.

It could also be all the ogres she probably killed when she flooded Ravagog.

The 6 stars beside the moon are to represent all the Endal-Alenfars.

The darker star is Rayni.

The plants at the top are supposed to sort of represent the gnomes they lived with. They make a dome shape, to sort of symbolize the dome surrounding Atlantis.

The flowers at the ends of the vines(?) are supposed to represent her and Tam.

The cattails at the very top are because they grow near water and Linh had to grow up near the water, even though she couldn't control it yet because of her parents.

The dragonfly was Diras idea :)

The purple and red in the background is sort of like. Who she was at exillium and in general (sweet, helpful, whatever, etc.) vs like. That darker part of her that flooded Ravagog.

Tam

He has a sun earring to sort of parallel Linh's moon. The sun has like. A bit to do with shadows if I remember 4th grade science well enough.

Exillium beads on his outfit :)

He's wearing the Endal crest because like. I think they're more important than his actual family will ever be. (It also annoys me a tiny bit that him and Linh are wearing the Song crest in almost all of their official art.)

He and Linh have the same like. Set of earrings. One gold and one silver.

Like Linh, his registry pendant is also simpler compared to the others.

The blue/black color scheme on his outfit is supposed to sort of go with him and Linh's ability colors.

Two buttons on his outfit for him and Linh.

Behind him is a shadow, to go with his ability. There are also like. Smaller shadows throughout.

Above the shadow's head is a crown. It's supposed to be the one from Legacy, when Tam had to blast Keefe.

Above him are like. 2 stars and 4 little dots. The stars are him and Linh, and the rest are the other Endal-Alenfars.

The line in the middle is supposed to represent his ambi placing in Exillium.

The top right corner is Eternalia/ the Tribunal Hall, where Linh got banished.

The top left is Exillium.

The sky like? Gets a bits brighter as it transitions from the Tribunal to Exillium to sort of represent how they were more free? I guess? Even if it wasn't ideal, they were away from their parents and they had power over their lives at least a bit.

The bottom right is the river that they lived beside in book 4 that Linh parted for them.

Beside the river are little pebbles in sets of twos for Tam and Linh.

In the bottom left is the staircase to Tiergans house.

Around the line in the middle are little flowers. From left to right they represent: Wylie, Rayni, Tiergan, Prentice, and Linh.

and that is the end of the list 👍 thank god

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#Maybe ill do the other 4 sometime later :) #But i was actively dying and couldnt get this done on time if i did them. #So we'll wait and see! If I do them it will probably be much later #Seriously hope you guys like this! My blood sweat and tears went into it #i dont think ive ever done something this big before. #Happy pride btw!! :D #kotlc fanart #Sophie foster #Keefe sencen #Fitz vacker #Biana vacker #Tam song #Linh song #Marella Redek #Dex dizznee #Kotlc

[buckyalpine]

Catch Me If You Can 3/3

Mob!Bucky x Single mom Police officer reader

Warnings: 

I really like this AU so while this is the final part, BUT I will write stuff for these two here and there (like the proposal and so much more I have in my head for them) 

Part 1

Part 2

- 

Your heart stopped as you stood near the door, hearing the conversation between your son and Bucky. The rest of what they were saying was drowned out with a dull buzz filling your ears, all your emotions coursing through your body all at once. 

Dad.

A word Jordan had resented all is life, only associating the term with a man who wanted nothing to do with him. Dad meant loneliness, fear, abandonment, abuse. 

Dad was something he never had an interest in. 

No one you had ever dated in the past was worthy of being in Jordan’s life, something you put first whenever you went out. Not one person had made it even close to meeting him let alone standing in as a father figure to him. You soon accepted that your life would be just you and him until he grew up and had his own family as well.

But now?

Dad.

And Bucky, of all people. 

You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face until you felt a drop slip onto your collarbone, quickly slapping your hand over your mouth and rushing to your bedroom, shutting the door. You buried your face in your hands, your heart twisting at the thought of how safe your son must have felt around Bucky. How he loved spending time with the mob boss, never wanting to leave, feeling like he was at home more and more each day. 

He wasn’t the only one. 

-

It wasn’t shock that Bucky felt. 

It was pain.

Pain that he saw Jordan as his own but couldn’t take on that role. 

Pain where whenever he spent time with either of you, he’d never want it to end, finding any excuse under the sun to get you to stay. 

But how could he feel all that when you were both from two different worlds, one where the two couldn’t mix. 

If only. 

“I think you should ask mama bear how she’d feel about that” Bucky softly ruffled his hair while Jordan made a thinking face before nodding to himself. He was well aware that uncle Bucky wasn’t exactly in the all clear but he wasn’t blind either. You definitely used less no-no words when talking about Bucky. You’d mumble something occasionally, but he caught the little smile that graced your lips, often rolling his eyes when you’d try to wipe it off immediately after. 

“I don’t think she wants to arrest you anymore but I can’t make any promises. Mommy takes her job very seriously” Jordan downed the rest of his juice while Bucky chuckled, nodding his head. 

“Mama is very good at her job, she puts away the bad guys”

“But you’re a good guy” Jordan shrugged, continuing to work on his homework, hoping to revisit the topic later. 

As soon as Jordan was ready for bed and tucked in, you went down to the kitchen for a late night snack, book in hand with your silk robe tied around your body. You figured everyone had gone to sleep, allowing yourself to lounge in something that made you feel good, the outfit on the racier side. You set your mug down on the marble counter top, popping a strawberry into your mouth and opening your book, too engrossed in the story to hear the footsteps that padded down the hall. 

Bucky blinked as soon as he walked in the kitchen, stopping dead in his tracks when his eyes fell on you. Wrapped in silk. Your lips stained with sweet berry juice. Your plush thighs on full display. In his kitchen. Where he could bend you over the counter-

He mentally flicked himself in the ear, letting out a cough to announce his presence, hoping some blood would flowback to his brain before you shot his dick off. Your eyes flicked up, your heart jolting at the sight of a very shirtless Bucky, his t-shirt slung over his shoulder, joggers riding low on his hips. Sweat glistened off his tan skin, the veins on his forearms prominent from the workout he just had. 

“Thought everyone was asleep” You wrapped your roble a little tighter around yourself, ignoring the butterflies that rabidly bounced around your stomach, willing your eyes to look away from the dark trail of hair on his stomach that lead right down to his-

“Couldn’t sleep” Bucky broke you out of your filthy train of thoughts as he walked to the fridge, grabbing a water bottle and debating on dumping it on his head to calm himself down. “I had an interesting conversation with the little one” He murmured, taking a swing from the water bottle, struggling to take his eyes off the way you fit so perfectly in his home, so pretty in silk, the type of thing he’d want to come home to everyday-

“I heard” You nodded, taking a long sip of tea, trying to calm your racing heart.  Everything about him was perfect, except for the fact that his entire being was dedicated to a life of crime. While Jordan didn’t tell you about his request to call Bucky something different, he did talk your ear off about uncle Steve and Bucky’s motor bike collection. “Didn’t realize you’d all be so good with kids”

Bucky chuckled, equally surprised with himself over how easy it was for him to move with Jordan. It came naturally. He’d thought about having a family before but this was the first time he saw himself as a father-

Stop.

You’re not his dad. 

“Again, I’m part of the mob sweets, not a monster. Family comes first” 

You hummed, before continuing, “So how did that conversation go?” 

“Asked him what his pretty mama would think” Bucky tossed you a charming smirk which you rolled your eyes to, biting down hard on your lip to keep from smiling. 

“In those exact words Barnes?” 

“It’s definitely what I was thinking” Bucky shrugged while you took another swing of tea to stifle a giggle. Neither of you said anything else, quietly continuing what you were doing unable to look each other in the eye. Jordan sat at the top of the stairs, smacking his forehead before trudging back to bed. Clearly he wasn’t the only one who adored his mommy. 

Something about that night had changed things. You still maintained that the nature of your relationship was strictly because of Jordan's safety and nothing else. You’d even once jokingly cuffed Bucky, much to his surprise, his eyes growing wide when he found himself pinned against the wall, caught off guard with how swiftly you were able to hold him down. 

He felt goosebumps erupt over his skin when you teasingly whispered his rights before uncuffing him and twirling the metal in your hands. Jordan found it hilarious, while Bucky was left a babbling mess, insisting he let you arrest him and that you’d never actually be able to disarm him so easily if he fought back. 

In fact, he even insisted you try again.

And again.

And again.

Steve once had to slowly pull Jordan away, distracting him with another kinder egg, worrying your latest arrest would turn into something else, watching Bucky’s pupils dilate with the clink of the cuffs wrapping around his wrist. He also noticed the way you smirked, your hands lingering on him for longer than necessary for a lawful arrest. 

- 

“You like my mom” 

Bucky’s eyes shot up, staring at the little thing that was sprawled out on the office floor, putting together Lego’s, the mop of dark hair popping up and staring directly at him. 

“What?”

“You like mommy, your face does that pink thing whenever your near her, even when she tries to put you in jail. Have you no shame” 

Steve cackled from the corner, while Bucky stood like a fish gaping out of water, his cheeks blushing heavily again. 

“You’re doing it right now” Jordan narrowed his eyes while Bucky helplessly tried to make his face less pink, the color only getting worse. “You like her” 

Well, the little devil spawn wasn’t wrong, there was no doubt Bucky was harboring a school boy crush on you, growing worse each day.

“And she likes you” Jordan stated, “so what are you going to do about it” He set down the Lego pieces and crossed his arms over his chest, making it clear he wasn’t going to let Bucky weasel his way out of this. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, realizing he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought while your son continued to stare at him. 

“J, it’s complicated, it’s hard for your to understand- your mom- and me- she-”

“I’m sure it takes a real Sherlock to understand why mommy doesn’t want to date her sworn enemy” Jordan dead panned, giving Bucky another pointed look, not needing anyone to break down for him why there was so much unspoken tension between you two. 

His mom was a police officer.

She followed the rules.

She respected the law.

Bucky didn’t follow the rules. 

The law meant nothing to him. 

You weren’t exactly a match made in heaven.

But Jordan wasn’t blind to the way you also got giggly around Bucky no matter how hard you tried not to. It wasn’t often he saw his mama looked so happy and relaxed. If his favorite new uncle made you swoon, who was he to stand in the way of true love and getting a new daddy. 

“You like her. She likes you. Right?” 

“Okay so it’s not complicated” Bucky huffed while Jordan nodded, expecting uncle Bucky to walk over to you right that instant and profess his feelings out in the open. “But I don’t think I fit into her life like that though kid” He tried but Jordan wasn’t having any of it. 

“Ugh, but she has no life!" Jordan rolled his eyes while Steve wheezed, watching Bucky single handedly get taken down by someone that was a quarter of his size. “All she used to do is work and help me with homework and complain about you” He got up from his place on the floor and sat in the office chair opposite to Bucky. “And she still complains about you but now she giggles in between and she doesn’t call you that word that rhymes with mother tucker”  

“What does she call me now” Bucky’s curiosity piqued while Jordan scrunched his nose. 

“Welllll, why don’t’cha get yourself arrested again and see what she says” He kicked his feet innocently, looking at the mob boss in the eye, “Uncle Steve, he’s blushing again” Jordan shot out an accusatory finger while Steve howled, giving your son a high five. 

“That’s my little man, you tell him” 

“I’m trying to but he’s still sitting here drinking expensive spicy apple juice” 

“You know too much for your age” Bucky rubbed his temples, torn between what his next steps would be and actually considering Jordan’s advice to have you cuff him. 

What he wouldn’t do to have your hands on-

“You don’t know enough” Jordan countered, plucking the juice box he left on the table, taking a long sip, happy to have his uncle Steve as an ally. 

All it took was a threatening phone call from your ex’s sister for Bucky to get you to stay even longer on his insistence. He didn’t care that she lived in an entirely different continent or that she was a delusional loon; he’d use any excuse possible to keep you near by. 

“James, she lives in another country-

“Doesn’t matter”

“I’ve already stayed a month!”

“Stay another”

“But-

“No” 

You didn’t like that your feelings were getting harder and harder to contain, your moral compass going haywire, trying to figure out what to do. Seeing Bucky with Jordan pained you the most. Your baby boys eyes would light up as soon as he’d hear the mob boss walk through the door, your heart swelling each time you saw Bucky parading around the house, carrying him on his shoulders. Steve, Sam and Peter didn’t help either, the three of them taking care of Jordan just as much as you did when they weren’t off on illegal shady antics, their line of work as wholesome and innocent as your son when he claimed he only had one kinder egg.

Bald faced liars, all of them. 

You felt loved, safe and alone at the same time, conflicted over which direction to follow, your heart screaming to just look the other way at the wrong things he did. But that wasn’t the job. That wasn’t what you stood for. You took an oath to protect innocent lives and accepting full on gang activity didn’t align with that. 

Did it? 

Though Jordan wasn’t having any of it either, noticing more and more tension building between the both of you, more longing glances and lingering touches each time you were near one another. 

If neither of you were going to do anything about it, he’d have to take matters into his own little hands. 

Like tonight. 

You found it strange that Jordan had insisted on only going out with Steve, Sam and Peter, your little one usually following Bucky around the most. He insisted he was perfectly fine with only going with these three, also throwing in that uncle Bucky was very very busy with lots of meetings, therefore couldn't join them for the movie they were going to see. You were hesitant at first but he gave you little room for argument. 

“Jordan, the screen here is literally bigger than the movie theater anyway-

“But moooommy, pleeaaseeee?” He gave you his best puppy eyes and pout, something he seemed to perfect from his latest idol, jumping on you when you finally agreed, though not trusting why Sam, Steve and Peter looked equally giggly and guilty. They left for the day, giving you a night to relax in the quiet mansion. 

You decided to pamper yourself, taking advantage of the large tub in the guest bathroom, filling it up with essential oils and bath salts, letting out a content sigh feeling the hot water ease your muscles. You stayed there till the water felt cold, rinsing off and toweling off. You moisturized and slipped on one of your nicer silk robes, figuring you could wear your pj’s later when you actually went to bed.

Not like anyone was home now anyway. 

You went down to the kitchen to grab some tea before heading back to your room, curious to find the office door cracked open; typically closed when Bucky was working. 

Was he working? 

“I see you’re busy” You poked your head into Bucky’s dimly lit office to find him lounging with a book, sipping on dark amber liquid, wearing a soft tshirt and joggers, clearly the opposite of busy with lots and lots of meetings. 

You’d have a word with your little one later. 

“Where did everyone go” Bucky cocked an eyebrow at the surprisingly silent house, mentally holding himself back as you stepped into his office in your robe again, desperately wanting to pounce on you. his eyes lingered on you, swallowing thickly noting he couldn’t see your sleep shorts from under the robe, were you wearing nothing underneath- 

“My baby was an angel before he met you” You shook your head at your sons sneaky work of finding a way to get you and Bucky together alone. “He said you were busy today and then took off with your henchmen, they’ve been out for hours” 

“Smart kid” Bucky snorted, secretly proud of the little mob boss in the making, though you’d probably serve his head on a platter if you heard his thoughts. “Want a drink?” He held up his glass, getting up to grab you one as well, dropping a few ice cubes in the crystal. 

You bit your lip as you approached him, hoping he wouldn’t be able to tell you felt like you had been doused in lava, your heart beating a mile a minute with the thick tension that hung in the air. A drink meant nothing; he offered it to you because he was polite. You’d have your drink and then your ass right back to your room because if you waited there a second longer, with him in those fitting sweats- 

“You look very busy yourself, officer” Bucky cocked an eyebrow, nodding at your clothing, or lack thereof, shamelessly letting his eyes wander up and down your body while he handed you the glass, clinking it with yours before taking a long drag. 

“Hmm, took advantage of the peace and quiet and clawfoot tub” You licked the drop of whiskey that clung to your lips, letting the burn distract your brain yelling at you to run while your heart wrapped bricks around your ankles, keeping you in place. “It was nice. I’ll miss it when we go back home” 

You threw the last bit out there as a reminder for yourself; none of this was forever. All good things would have to come to and end at some point. Bucky felt his stomach drop at the thought; each day he’d find any excuse he could to have you stay just one extra day.

Just one extra day to bicker with you.

One extra day to spend with the little one.

One extra day to get on your nerves.

One extra day to spend with the family he’d always thought he’d have one day. 

“You don’t have to go any time soon” Bucky whispered, unsure if he wanted you to hear those words, taking a step closer to you, “Stay...a little longer?” 

“You say that a lot, I might just end up staying forever” You let out a breathless laugh, feeling the warmth of the alcohol relax your muscles, giving into the pull you felt towards him. 

“Would that be so bad?” He smirked but the inside of him was on his knees, begging for a chance, just one. 

“It-it would-” you couldn’t find the words, stumbling over them, getting lost in the baby blues gazing down at you, his eyes darting between yours and your lips. You didn’t realize you were leaning in, your body following what it needed, morals and ethics be damned. 

“I know its not just me” Bucky whispered, hesitantly putting his hand on your waist to pull you closer, wanting to feel your soft lips on his, hug you and cuddle you, make you his. He didn’t want just one night, he wanted this for life. “Tell me you feel the same way” 

You felt your throat tighten, your body tensing in his hold as he rested his forehead against yours, your nose bumping against his. He held you even closer to him, your hands gripping onto his shirt feeling his warm breath gently fan onto your face, his lips just brushing against yours, just as soft as you’d imagined they’d be. You nearly gave into him, pulling away at the last second, tears rolling down your cheeks.  

“What’s wrong, doll”

“We can’t-” You shook, hanging your head, overwhelmed over what all of this entailed, what this would mean to you, what you would do if this didn’t work, your baby boy came first- 

“We can” Bucky cupped your cheeks, breaking you away from your spiral, swiping away the tears that fell, “We can baby, I promise we can” 

“How- how do we make this work James, we come from two different worlds” You tried to reason with him but again this was more to yourself; how could you drop your entire life for this, risk everything for something so uncertain even though your heart yearned for it. 

“Princess, I will show you everything, every damn thing under my name, I know it’s not perfect, but just let me show you. All of it. No secrets from you, not one. I promise, I won’t hurt you, not your baby, I care about you. I care about you both” 

“James-”

“Just give me a chance”  His grip around your waist tightened, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close, bringing one hand to cradle your face, tilting it to look up at him. “C’mon sweets, you’ve been chasing after me for ages” He smirked against your lips, kissing them softly. “Now you got me” 

“Then we take things slow” You stated firmly, pressing your finger into his chest, “and no funny business Barnes” You swatted his hand away when he trailed them to the hem of your robe, brushing your bare thigh making goosebumps erupt all over your skin. He chuckled at the pointed look you gave him, trying and failing at hiding how turned on you were. “And Jordan can’t know yet” His face softened, nodding in agreement, understanding where you were coming from.  

“Just me and you” He kissed you again, gentle and sweet, a promise of taking things your way, baring his heart and soul to you in any way you asked. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to claim you in every way, make you his at the alter if you let him, be a daddy to your baby boy. He’d wait as long as you needed. 

“Just me and you”  

-

Steve and Sam had easily put two and two together as soon as they got back home, noting their boss was smiling like an idiot to himself most of the time, a stark contrast from his signature grumpy scowl. They never said anything, but they did pride themselves as being part o the reason this happened; after all they were the ones who conspired with your little one to get you two alone. 

If Bucky was sweet before, he was tooth rottingly adorable now but only when it was just the two of you. You didn’t dare breathe a word to Jordan, not wanting to give him false hope if things didn’t work out. Truthful to his word, he came clean about everything. With each of his confessions, the world turned into different shades of grey instead of black and white. 

Nothing he did was legal. 

Nor was it hurting those who were innocent.

Your dead beat of an ex had a clean criminal record and was a standup citizen until it came to being a father and decent human being. Your son hardly thought twice about him. Bucky had killed more people than fingers on your hands but Jordan adored him. 

When it was just the two of you, Bucky turned into a teddy bear, constantly kissing and hugging you, romantic as ever when he got the chance. He’d send the cooks away so he could make dinner, run you a bath when you had a long day, massage your feet while you sat on his desk in his office. He’d be on calls, the phone resting between his shoulder and ear while his calloused fingers would work at your toes, gently rubbing and pressing the aches out, before massaging up your calves. As soon as you heard the patter of little feet down the hall, you’d hop off and slink away, hiding the smile on your face when your son would take your place instead, plopping himself in Bucky’s office noting he was blushing again for some reason. 

You still hadn’t been intimate with him yet. As much as he wanted you, Bucky didn’t let you feel an ounce of pressure, no matter how badly he wanted to love on you completely and show you exactly how much he adored you in the closest way possible. He relished in every second he got to spend with you, especially the select nights he got alone with you. 

Like tonight. 

“Promise you’ll try and be nice to Uncle Bucky?” Jordan cocked his head with hopeful eyes, still hoping his ship would sail of getting you both together. Thus far, nothing seemed to have changed and his hopes were starting to drop. “Please?”

“I’ll try” you giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before he slipped into the dark SUV with Bucky’s side pieces in tow, Sam, Steve and Peter all grinning widely for a boys trip over the weekend. “No promises though baby” 

“Yeah officer, play nice with our boss” Steve winked while Sam cackled, closing the door and revving off, leaving the large mansion absolutely empty. The cleaning staff, gardeners s and cooks had been given the weekend off along with a generous bonus to keep them away for a few days. You slipped into one of Bucky’s t-shirts which hung loosely on you, not bothering to wear anything else underneath. You inhaled the soft scent of the fabric, his cologne and something distinctly him lingering on the fabric making you feel warm and fuzzy. The sound of keys hitting the keyboard carried through the hall; Bucky typing away at his computer but you couldn’t help wanting to be wrapped up in his arms, quietly peeking into his office and padding over to him. 

“My pretty girl” He cooed, scooping you in his arms while you curled up on his lap, playing with his chains as he continued to work. “You miss me, baby?” 

“You wish” You bit your lip, playfully rolling your eyes, knowing damn well you had missed him like crazy after he holed himself up with work business. “Don’t flatter yourself” 

“You’re the one slinking around me, kitten” Bucky tilted your chin up pecking a tiny kiss on your nose, making you giggle. “C’mon, I wanna cuddle with my girl” He murmured in your ear making you shiver. He held you to his chest as he picked you up and carried you over to his room, setting you down on his bed before walking over to the closet and slipping on some sweats. He didn’t bother with a shirt, striding with his grey joggers riding low around his waist, giving you a pretty view of his Adonis belt, pointing straight to his-

“Angel” He crawled on top of you, humming at the feeling of your soft body under his, peppering kisses from your neck to your jaw, eventually pressing them against your lips. The kiss started soft and slowly, gradually getting more heated when you grazed his scalp with your nails, gasping at the feeling of his erection pressing against your clothed core. You instinctively moved your thighs further apart, granting him more access to rut against you, panting each time he groaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth. 

He didn’t pull away until he needed air, his warm breath fanning against your face, hearts beating erratically. This had been the closest you’d ever been with each other, your thighs gently squeezing around his waist, making him thrust against you, drawing a out a moan. Bucky lost himself for a moment, gently caressing his thumb on your cheek, the other hand cradling your head, his large frame keeping you safely tucked underneath him, hidden from the rest of the world.

Exactly what he wanted.

Safe in his arms. 

“Do you want this?” Bucky stopped what he was doing to check on you, his hand still softly stroking your skin. “We can stop, we don’t have to do this tonight-

“Don’t stop” you whispered, pulling him back, your arms clinging around his shoulders, eyes pleading for him to do something.

“I’ve wanted this for so long baby” He sat back on his heels, toying with the hem of your tshirt, his thick cock straining against painfully against his sweats. “Can I?” He waited for your permission before carefully removing your top off and ridding himself of his sweats and boxers, desperately just wanting to feel your bare skin against his. You felt too needy, too desperate for him, whining when he pulled away to settled between your legs, pressing a delicate kiss to your inner thigh. 

“Just want you James, please?” You pouted, feeling empty when his leaky cock was right there, though his sinful mouth was tempting. 

“Just one taste, angel?” He begged, inching down to your soaked pussy, spreading your folds apart before sealing his lips around your swollen clit, his eyes rolling back at the way your legs suffocated him. 

“J-James” You moaned out, your hand going down to tug at his roots, grinding your pussy on his face, his groans adding vibrations to your sensitive nub. He felt greedy, burying his tongue deep in your cunt, lapping and drinking every drop your body was willing to give, his arms coming up to hold your legs apart, his head shaking side to side. He sucked and licked until you were a babbling mess, clawing at his shoulders to pull him back on top of you, bucking your hips up against his thick hard length. 

“What do you need, pretty baby” Bucky cooed, soothing your whimpers with his cock rubbing through your folds, hushing you gently. 

“Want you James, please?” 

“I got you sweets, don’t worry, you ready?” He kept his eyes locked with yours, holding still until you nodded, the blunt tip of his cock pushing into your pulsating entrance. 

“Oh fuck-” You cried at the way his girth started to fill you, your pussy tightly hugging his cock, a gentle delicious burn radiating through your lower half, stretching open for him. “Baby-”

“Shhhh” Bucky continued to slowly inch inside you, pressing soft kisses along your neck, his body weight resting on top of you, “It’s just me sweets, just your Bucky” 

“Fuck, Bucky” Your nails dug into his shoulders, nearly breaking the skin, hissing at the way you could almost feel him in your belly.  

“Breathe, Its just you and me baby, just you and me, yeah?” He kissed your temple, feeling just as desperate and needy as you, his cock throbbing at the way it felt to hold you, kiss you, feel all of you, be inside you. 

“Just-just you and me” You whispered, clinging onto his body as he continued to press into you, groaning at the way your pussy fluttered around him, pulling him deeper. 

“Thats my good girl” His large hand held your thigh up higher on his waist, fully sheathing himself inside you. Bucky panted against your neck in an attempt to calm himself down, feeing his balls already pulling towards his body, his cock thumping, ready to blow. He started with slow languid thrusts, savoring the pretty moans you made for him, your softness connected to him. 

“Such a pretty mama” His lips brushed against yours, loving the soft touch of your skin, his hands feeling every inch of your body. He sat back on his heels, keeping his cock deep inside you, groaning at the sight of your body on full display just for him, your lip caught between your teeth, feeling hot under his intense gaze. 

“Fuck- Fuck right there baby, please, right there!” You sobbed in pleasure as Bucky moved your thighs up, practically folding you in half, hitting an even deeper angle, rubbing perfectly at your gspopt. “Don’t-don’t stop-” 

“I won’t stop, mama” He traced the delicate lines of stretch marks that were scattered across your lower belly and thighs, evidence of the sweet baby boy your body had given you, the boy he also now grew to love. “Wanted to make love to you for so long baby. wanted you to feel how much I care about you, make you feel so good” Bucky’s emotions were all over the place, feeling pleasure and love for you at an all time high. 

His eyes were locked at there the two of you connected, snapping his hips forward, watching your tummy bulge with each thrust, cream covering the trimmed curls at his base. Your broken moans spurred him off, collapsing on top of you with your legs slung over his shoulders, his cock impossibly deep. His hands snaked up to pin your arms above your head, your fingers intertwined with his, keeping you completely surrendered to him. 

“I love you” He whispered, voice thick with emotion, foreheads pressed together, not a single part of your body not touching his. “and everything you brought into this world” 

“I-I love you” You half sobbed and stuttered out, eyes rolling back feeling him work his hips faster, pushing you against the pillows and pounding you into the mattress. “FUCK-JAMIE-THERE-R-RIGHT-TH-THERE”

“S’that your spot babygirl? Right there, huh angel, god you make me wanna blow, you sound so pretty with my cock in you” Bucky groaned, no longer able to hold back, moaning along with you, the sound of skin slapping on skin growing faster and louder. “Fuck-cum baby, cum on this dick, cum on my dick, s’all yours angel, give me that cream” 

“YES-YES-OH-Jamiee!” Your back bowed, legs shaking and trembling as your orgasm started to pulse, waves of please growing more and more intense as he fucked you through your high. Your greedy pussy sucked him in deeper, pulling him closer and closer. 

“Yeah, m’your Jamie baby” Bucky let out a soft chuckle at the new name you’d given him, one only you’d ever be able to use. It got him off more, his pace losing rhythm, his own climax just at the edge. “Just your Jamie angel, only for you, fuck baby, m’gonna cum for you, all this is for you” He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, moaning loudly and nipping against your skin as he started to pump you full of his cum, giving you sloppy thrusts, making sure you were filled with every drop. 

You cooed and rubbed his body while he panted, his cock slowly beginning to soften, tucking himself further into your hold. You smiled at how soft and loving he was in that moment, pressing a delicate kiss to his forehead, his blue eyes peering up at you at the feeling of your lips. 

“Look at my pretty girl being all sweet on me” He grinned, yelping at the pinch you gave to his side. 

“Don’t make me cuff you, Barnes” You huffed while pink dusted his cheeks at the thought, his mind now going other places. 

“Threatening me with a good time, sweetheart?” He smirked, wrapping his arms around you and rolling over, pinning you back against the mattress again, this time his hands locking around your wrists. “S’that what you want pretty girl? To have my in cuffs? Do everything you ask? Be a good girl for me and I’ll let you have your way with me one day officer” 

“Be a good girl for you?” You smirked, wrapping your legs around his waist, bucking your hips up against his sensitive cock, making him hiss, nipping your bottom lip between his teeth, making you whimper. 

“Careful babygirl, don’t forget who you’re in bed with” His lips continued to brush against you, grazing your skin down to your collar bone. “Let me remind you, sweets” 

-

As soon as the boys were back, Jordan ran full speed to you, jumping in your arms first, talking your ear off about all the ridiculous antics he had done with Steve, Sam and Peter. You huffed, playfully rolling your eyes while keeping him on your hip, before setting him down on his feet and instructing him to wash up so he could tell you everything properly over dinner. Jordan clung onto you for just a second longer, he could’ve sworn there was a faint scent of cologne that clung onto you, one just like- 

While you were entranced with your little one, Bucky was entranced with you. Effortlessly swaying with your baby who was clearly not exactly a tiny baby anymore, the scrunch on of your nose when you smiled around him, the way your eyes sparkled. Jordan ran up two steps at a time to shower as fast as humanly possible while Bucky snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulled you to his chest, his sneaky hands pawing at your hips, slipping up your shirt. 

“You’re such a milf” Bucky smirked while you gasped, smacking his chest, eyes darting around the room to see if anyone heard. 

“Bucky” You hissed, squeaking, your face growing hot when he hugged you tighter, burying his face into your hair. 

“It’s true though princess, God damn” He kissed up the side of your neck, “Such a pretty mama, can’t help it” 

“Yeah, well your little side kick is going to want to tell you all about the weekend” You giggled, wiggling out of his hold and walking off to the kitchen to get dinner started while Bucky hummed, making his way to the office. Jordan scrubbed himself down within seconds before rushing back down to tell you everything, eyeing you curiously while you set his plate in front of him. 

“Isn’t that Uncle Bucky’s shirt?” He pipped up, with owlish eyes, waiting for your asnwer.

“Oh-so it is” You looked down at the black tshirt you were wearing, one that went to the middle of your thighs. “Uh-Must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry” You shrugged, hoping he wouldn’t ask anything else.

As if you’d ever get so lucky. 

“But it’s so big on you-”

“Tell me about your weekend baby” You cut him off while Jordan narrowed his eyes at you accusingly, deciding he’d have better luck elsewhere instead of prying with you. He gave you his best summarized version before running back upstairs and taking his designated spot beside Bucky (going to the fridge first to grab himself some juice). 

“Mommy was wearing your shirt” He stated, inching closer to Bucky, noting the way the Mob bosses’ eyes grew wide, his cheeks blushing deeply, crawling down his neck and up to his ears. 

“I-Uh-Oh-” 

Not once had Jordan ever see Bucky get flustered except when it involved you, his hopes growing high again, also why did Bucky smell like your shampoo-

“Maybe-maybe it got switched in the laundry?” 

“You never do laundry, the cleaners do”

“They were away this weekend, J”

“So it was just you and mommy” 

“Yup” 

“Whatcha do”

“......work”

“What did mommy do”

“....laundry?” 

“The whole weekend?”

“Yup”

“You smell like her”

*silence*

*Blushing intensifies* 

*Little shy smile creeps on Bucky’s face* 

“Did you finally tell mommy you like her?  Oh God, you’re pink again” Jordan sat right up, eyes wide with anticipation while Bucky bit his lip before answering. 

“I did”

“So...”

“So?”

“Can I call you dad, now?” Jordan’s voice was a whisper again, the confidence he had all this time turning into nervousness, playing with his fingers, avoiding Bucky’s eyes. Bucky felt his heart melt, pulling him onto his lap, pressing a gentle kiss to his head, the little one curling himself up slightly, still looking at his hands. Bucky felt warmth all over, thinking back to a conversation he had with you a little while ago, just before Jordan had came home, one that would stick with him for the rest of his life. 

“Are you sure this is what you want” You asked hesitantly, toying with the hem of your pj’s while Bucky tilted your face up to look at him, hearing the anxiety in your voice.

“What do you mean?”  “It’s not just me Bucky, it’s both of us” You whispered, wondering if Bucky fully understood what he was signing up for. “I-I don’t want you to ever feel like-like he isn’t yours. I know he’s not and I know you care about him but I’m scared you’ll want us now and then later you won’t-” Bucky softly pressed his finger to your lips, silencing you, not willing to hear another word. 

“Where is this coming from” He held you closer while you nervously chewed your lip. 

“I’m a single mom. My job isn’t the most attractive. I’m not the first person people line up to date. I didn’t do any of this for so long because I’m terrified anyone that comes into my life will leave and I can’t do that to Jordan-”

“That’s my baby now too” His hands held your cheeks firmly, each of his words coming straight from his soul. “I want to be there for him sweetheart, if you’d let me. If you ever want me out, I won’t .Just say the word, I’m here”

“It’ll be a lot Bucky”

“What haven’t I seen yet, baby” Bucky shrugged while you began to list reasons.  “Sometimes he’s moody”

“So is his mommy-OW”

“Sometimes he can have a temper-Don’t you dare say it”

“Occasional picky eater”

“He’s still learning how to multiply” 

“He’ll be a teenager in a few years”

“He’ll want to drive the SUV”

“He’ll want to try the spicy apply juice” 

“He thinks your a hero” 

“You’ll be there?”

“I’ll be there” 

“S’that what you want?” Bucky decided to ask Jordan one more time, giving your baby the choice to take it back if it wasn’t something he was sure about but your son eagerly nodded, his face splitting into a grin. He leapt off the sofa sprinting off down the hall, his voice echoing through the mansion. 

“MOMMY, DADDY SAID I COULD CALL HIM DAD. UNCLE STEVE, OUR PLAN WORKED” 

-

“You went from trying to stick him in prison to life to being stuck with him for life, how the turn tables” 

You groaned, doing a terrible job and hiding the smile that crept on your face, your partner waving to the black SUV that was parked outside, waiting for you while you packed your things for the end of the day. 

“Just to be clear, we’re no longer trying to arrest him right? You looooove him” You threw a pad of sticky notes at your partners head while she cackled, green eyes twinkling. 

“Shut up, Romanoff” 

“Set me up with his cute best friend, that blonde cutie sitting in the front seat” She cocked an eyebrow while you snorted, nodding to your boss as he walked by your desk. 

“Took you long enough” Your boss playfully rolled his eyes, sending you a wink before making his way to his office.  You smiled at the pretty blue eyes that watched you as you walked over, holding the door open and closing it for you, lips all over your face as soon as the locks clicked shut. 

“Have a good day at work, officer?” He chuckled, pulling you to his lap, nuzzling into you while you sighed contently, tossing your gun and badge aside, melting into Bucky’s arms. You giggled at the glitter that was dusted into his hair after he spent the previous night helping Jordan with a school project, ruffling your hands through his soft locks, pulling him down for a long kiss. “Let’s go home”  

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wanima bros + female reader

author’s note – i’m just hoping this gets the attention it deserves cause i put my blood, sweat, and tears into this one right here. these two are so underrated but lowkey sexy.

content warnings: threesome. dom keisuke. switch reader. sub junichi. anal and vaginal penetration. overstimulation. masochist junichi??? titty suckin’. clit play. hair pulling. praise kink. (junichi) blowjob. edging. junichi eatin pussy for like 2 seconds. spittin’ a couple times. fingering.

shit, the wanima brothers have been eyeing you for a while now. junichi may not be able to verbalize it. but, you can most definitely see it in his eyes. his brother also caught on quickly, observing the way junichi would look at you.

it slowly became a competition to see who could be with you first. both of them would show off and exaggerate their moves while playing soccer. scoring goals for you, looking at you while running. nobody would’ve ever thought that the brothers would fight over something.

“bro! watch this,” keisuke yelled, heading towards you. you can’t even lie, you’ve been crushing on them. you liked the attention they gave you, it was so silly. but, the effort was cute. keisuke’s footsteps could be heard getting closer, a wide grin on his face.

junichi was chasing after him.

“yo, how’re ya doin’? i wanted ta’ tell ya somethin’ realll important,” keisuke sang, his playful energy radiating. it quickly diminishes when his brother steps over, his whole demeanor towering over you two.

you laugh awkwardly watching the two brothers clash. the silent argument almost makes you wanna cringe.

they’re being so childish. you clear your throat loudly to stop their conflict. both of them looking at you with those googly eyes they have. the shit-eating smirk that was on keisuke’s face was back. keisuke turns his back to and whispers something into his twin’s ear.

it’s incoherent, leaving you confused. they both turn around, smiling brightly.

“hey.. me n’ bro wanna tell you something,” keisuke says with a sinister look. you honestly feel a sense of nervousness, wondering what they have to say. you cock a brow up as you wait for the words to come out of keisuke’s mouth.

he took a deep breath in, “we– ahem. we like ya. n’ we wanna get ta know ya a lil’ better,” a reddish blush spread across the wanima brothers’ faces. lost for words, you kinda just stand there. suddenly, a wave of courage washes over you.

“you know, you guys are kinda cute. i’ve been havin’ a little crush on you two as well,” you state, face getting hotter as your tongue lets out every syllable.

the wanima brothers’ looked at you in shock, “no way! are ya being serious? that’s what bro said,” both of them felt giddy inside, hoping you’re not just playing some silly game.

“yea, i’m being serious, seriously,” you voice firmly.

let’s just say after that day, you three got REALLY close. & they both had to have you. at the same time.

you’re sat on keisuke’s lap, mind all foggy from all the kissing and licking you three have done.

“junichi, c’mere. wanna teach you how ta really please a lady,” keisuke commanded, junichi came closer to the both of you. his eyes scanned your bare pussy, glistening and fat. jesus, his cock was so hard that it hurt. one of his hands went down to palm his cock, to soothe the pain a bit.

his mouth started to water a bit, cocoa eyes telling a whole story.

“stick a finger in’ere. curl it while in n’ out,” keisuke explained, pointing to your pussy. junichi slowly hovered his finger over your pussy before gliding his pointer on it. spreading the slick, making you whimper.

you wiggle in keisuke’s hold, “don’t t-tease me, jun,” he nodded and stuck his finger, the feeling of your warm gummy walls around it makes him wonder how you would feel around his cock. your eyes flutter shut as he starts to curl him finger.

“n’ add more as you pick up the pace,” keisuke described, biting his lip while he hears the lewd squelching of your cunt. junichi adds another finger, curling his fingers into you faster.

your head falls back onto keisuke’s shoulder, mouth wide open.

“touch- agh.. my clit, jun,” you moaned, feeling yourself slipping away from reality. he’s so skilled even with being a little inexperienced. junichi’s blown eyes search for your clit. maybe it’s the thing that looks like a little button? his thumb comes up to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion.

gosh, you don’t know how you’re last. junichi’s already pushing you to the edge. the coil in your stomach becoming more and more bunched up, waiting for its moment to snap. he adds another finger, rolling his wrist while curling rapidly.

your back arches, eyes rolling back as bliss takes over. keisuke fondles with your boobs, creating more stimulation to your body. fuck, you’re close.

“yeah, bro! now, nibble on her clit a lil’. that’ll make her go wild,” keisuke laughs, watching how you can come undone so quickly. junichi brings his face up to your pretty pussy, his hot breath tickling her. he starts to nibble on your clit, making you help.

the pleasure, the pain. which one feels better? both do. junichi continues to suck and nibble on your clit while pumping his fingers into you. the coil’s about to snap.

“yes, junichi! fuhhhhck, doin’ such a- ngh good job! you’re s-so good for me,” you scream, rolling your hips in order to get more friction. junichi’s cock twitches, leaking pre as your praised him. he almost let out a pathetic whimper. keisuke smirks as he sees that you’re losing yourself in the pleasure.

junichi’s hyper focused, only thinking about making you cum. but, his cock’s basically purple, he really wants to let a load out. his hand starts to move like a vibrator. changing his pace every few seconds. slow, fast, slow, fast. curling his fingers with intensity. he looks up at your expression and groans into your pussy.

just like that, you cum all over his fingers and face. that extra vibration sent you off the charts, the whole room turning white. your ears ring as you finally come down. all senses coming back. your body starts to convulse as junichi licks all the oozing essence on cunt. making sure he gets every single last drop.

“shit– junichi! ‘m sensitive,” you wince, quickly bringing your hand down to pull junichi’s hair. the burn on his scalp felt so fucking good, he moaned shamelessly. you smirk at his reaction, taking notes in your head. keisuke laughed as he watched his own brother almost nut from hair pulling.

keisuke picks you up with his strong, toned arms, “aye, bro. c’mere. want you to support the other side,” junichi gets up and holds up as well, your legs wrapping around his torso. gosh, this is so erotic. honestly, you could just cum from this position that you’re in right now. squished in between two beefy men, that’s what’s called heaven on earth.

they started to communicate with their eyes, nodding at their telepathic statements. you kinda wish you were in on it but that’s just the fun of it. you never know what’s going to happen. you notice that they started to move a bit but you couldn’t look below you to see what was happening.

their slimy tips glide against your wet holes. you clench around nothing as they tease you with their cocks. just as you were about to complain about their teasing, they stuffed you at the same time. leaving you feeling so full as you had to take their girthy dicks.

they slowly started to move their hips, juinichi’s jaw going slack as he fucks up into your pussy. his mind getting all muddled as he panted over your shoulder. keisuke’s grunting in your ear, thrusting into your tight asshole. he’s using everything in him to not cum right there and then.

both of them ramming non stop into your holes instantly makes your mind go blank.

“feels– nmph.. good,” you whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks. keisuke’s quick to lick them off, letting out an animalistic groan. junichi just can’t get his mind off your pussy, his brain repeating ‘pussy’ a million times in his head. it’s like he’s a virgin again, you just feel so good.

junichi whimpers as he feels you clench around him tightly, making him buck his hips into you roughly. you bite your lip as you look into his pretty, glossy eyes. grabbing a fistful of his hair, you yank it. jun’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels the pain turn into instant pleasure.

keisuke growls while rutting into you, biting your shoulder. he can feel every ridge and bump in your hole, only making the experience better for him. shit, even he’s losing it slowly. you moan as he goes deeper into you, balls slapping against your ass and thighs.

“haaah– fuhhhckk, this hole’s real tight. ngh, feels really good,” keisuke groans while drool slips past his lips. you feel like you’re already getting closer and closer to cumming. the intense pounding of both of them makes your body jump up with every thrust.

junichi takes your tit into his mouth to suck to conceal his noises he finds embarrassing. nibbling your nipple while his mind becomes fuzzier, panting heavily why fucking you. the brothers’ look into each others eyes, they’re gonna cum soon.

they can both feel their thighs getting tired. but, that won’t stop them just yet. if one finishes first, they’re the loser. shit, keisuke it in his stomach. he’s gonna cum first. the way you’re clenching around him, the lewd sounds of your voice and your holes are making him weak. junichi chuckles lowly as he sees his brother lose it.

“mmph, gonna cum. shit, i’m gunna cummmm,” keisuke groans as he lets his fat load seep into your hole. his seed coating every inch of your hole. you whimper as you feel his warm substance fill you up. keisuke slowly pulls out, sighing. he passes out and falls on the bed a second later.

you giggle but your focus is now on junichi. his eyes always tell a story, and you can tell that he’s gonna cum soon. quickly, you pull his cock out and push him onto a nearby chair. he makes a confused sound, looking up at you.

“don’t worry, jun. you’re gonna cum eventually,” you whisper while getting down on your knees. your head’s now in between his beefy thighs. you plant wet kisses on them making his cock twitch.

his eyes are begging you to let him cum. it’s like he’s screaming it at this point. you blow onto his tip, making him squirm in the chair. jun’s gripping onto the chair handles so hard that his knuckles are becoming white.

taking his cock in your mouth, junichi moans softly, looking down at you with watery eyes. thank you. that’s what his eyes are saying. he tries to keep his hips in place as you bob your head up and down.

your hot, wet mouth engulfs his cock, making him shiver. he’s about to start crying. he’s so close, let him cum, please!!!

“ngghh– mmpph!” a string a moans and whimpers continue to come out of his mouth. his eyebrows furrowed as he shuts his eyes. gosh, he’s almost there. just a little bit more.

the way you’re swirling your tongue around his length makes him want to burst out into tears. you stop moving your head to tease him, making him buck his hips up. helplessly trying to chase high by fucking your mouth.

you make a popping sound as you take your lips off his dick. he whimpers loudly as looks at you. you start to stroke his cock slowly, looking into his eyes. tears roll down his face again as he feels it in his stomach again.

junichi’s so obvious when he’s about to cum. his moans become pitchier, thighs start shaking, and his tip gets redder. you stop and let go of his cock, making him cry out. his hips trying to find something for his cock to grind on.

the cool air hitting his dick makes his lips quiver, his eyes searching for any kind of mercy in yours. you wrap your hand around his cock again. rubbing your leftover slick all over his cock, making it slimy. your hand’s so soft and plushy, jun’s going crazy.

junichi’s eyes become half-lidded as all he could think about was cumming. his balls start to ache as you keep on playing with his dick. mind going all murky as he fucks up into your hand, shit! he’s almost there again. he can feel it! please let him cum this time!

you let go, again. he whimpers in defeat and tries to grind his length on one of the arm rests of the chair. you slap his thigh, making him wince and look at you with such a pretty, fucked out face. you felt your pussy throb as you saw his expression.

you’re most definitely gonna give it to him now.

“you’ve been so good for me, jun, so good. cum, baby. you earned it,” you say, stroking his length quickly, planting more kisses on his thighs. yes! finally! now’s the time.

jun feels his balls tighten as you keep on going. his muscles tense up as he started to drool. his pink tongue slightly hangs out his mouth, and his eyes are rolled back to his skull. fuck, the coil is snapping.

all white surrounds him while his cock spurts out loads of cum onto your face and hand. you put your mouth on his tip to swallow any leftover cum, making him twitch.

his breathing is fast. you quickly sit on his lap and hug him. playing with his hair as he comes down, humming his favorite tune.

keisuke finally wakes up and smiles.

“let’s get ourselves cleaned up,”

XRCS 2023

#wanima bros. #bllk smut #blue lock smut #sub bllk #sub blue lock #dom reader #sub reader #dom character #anime smut #sub anime #anime x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #junichi wanima x reader #keisuke wanima x reader #sub character #XRCS. #anime x female reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock x you

[mathmusic8]

The Dragon Prince

Thoughts part 2 (mild spoilers)

Way to attempt to corrupt your beautiful darling son, Viren. I’m 65% sure it won’t work, but you get an A for effort spreading evil.

(also the more I see, the more I feel that Viren needs punched repeatedly in the face. Or die in a hole)

Hurious is a fantastic addition to the hangry family and I love it

Claudia, you adorable creepy child <3 I hope you get less creepy someday

Oh dude, Viren, you went there, putting the egg above your own son—at least now Claudia knows how creepy you are

Awwwww my poor little heart—pretty boy stress eats XD

These poor babies, both struggling to process that their jerk dad is a jerk

Le gasp—doggies! Good doggies! Best doggies!

Did… did that big guy just pronounce the W in sword? XD

Oho! The elf’s braid came back as a plot point! That’s awesome!

Ohhh man, poor Gren, that’s like peak horror right there, having the dark mage come out super glowy and creepy after apparently killing a fellow prisoner. So creepy

Okay, the more I see them interacting together, the more I love the fact that Claudia and pretty boy are siblings. They’re fantastic XD

What the heck how is creepy mage dude getting MORE creepy??

Oh hey, he can… reverse? his creepy face? okay, sure

Callum’s book that he carries on his shoulder strap thing must be trashed by now—it’s been through water, dirt, forest, blood, sweat, tears, etc.

Oh, no you didn’t pretty boy (is his name Soren? I think it’s Soren). Intentionally lying about something super important to a friend is a significant step to the dark side, boyo

Wooo! Good job Callum! Way to stand up for your beliefs <3

Ohhhhhh watching Callum grieve is hard

Okay, Claudia, I like Claudia. She kept the letter all this time, didn’t show it to her dad, didn’t even read it herself. That was so, so kind of her to do

Unless it’s a fake letter

But I don’t think it is

Soren finally catching the sarcasm was great XD

I so, so, so appreciate that not everything the aunt lady signs is translated. Gives us a chance to really experience the movements and the language. I just think it’s neat. Plus, like, we have the internet. We can look it up later

Ohhhhh sign language is so cooooool it just saved that guard’s life :DDDD

That was seriously such a gorgeous rain animation when Callum was lying on his back, looking up at the sky

Queen Aanya is a boss. Love that kid

Are you serious? THAT’S how their mom died? Saving Virden to perform an evil spell that she’d fought against, knew was evil?

Dude, that’s messed up. I get that they were in an impossible situation given their commitments, but just… gah

Gaaaaaaaaaah so when—when Callum was trying to tell Ezran about—he was quoting—kadnvbaeo;ifbawkvainfjew;fj TEARS

Yes you GO AANYA YES CHILD YOU STAND UP TO HIM

Soooo… Ezran was moving like the dragon in his sleep… as in, like, they were moving as if they were one person… should I be concerned…?

I mean, probably, right?

#the dragon prince #mathmusic talks #still loving the show #wish I could binge the whole thing #but gotta take it in bites #still learning names

[agustdakasuga]

Between The Bloodshed | Chapter 12

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of him through his recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

You’re starting to realise that being around the boys and getting closer to them is harder than you thought. Whether you can mentally take it or not is going to be a challenge. 

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.

Chapter warning(s): Anxiety attack, reader has a nightmare, 

“What now-” You lifted your head when you saw someone enter your room. The boy didn’t say anything as he climbed into your bed, pulling you close to him to fall back asleep. You blinked in confusion as you heard soft snores coming from the boy.

“Jungkook. Stop coming in here to escape your brothers.” You said, slightly muffled against the material of his shirt.

“Shhh.” Was all he said, snuggling closer to you. As much as you hated to admit it, the boys were slowly getting closer to you as each day passes. Their company was tolerable.

“Koo, you know this is the first place Namjoon will come find you.” You patted his shoulder. 

“Hmm... Koo... I like that nickname.” Jungkook peeked one eye open. 

“You’re such a baby.” You scoffed. Jungkook didn’t reply, quickly falling back asleep. You let out a sigh of defeat, running your fingers through his long, black hair. 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

“Yes, Namjoon?” You called out, chuckling. Jungkook didn’t move, having fallen into a deep sleep already. The door slowly crept open and Namjoon poked his head in. Seeing the sleeping boy in your arms, he gave a flat look with a sigh. Jungkook was the youngest but he was the heaviest and the bulkiest out of all the 7 boys, which makes his muscle bunny name very fitting. 

“Wanna try?” You asked. 

“You need to change your locks.” Namjoon crossed his arms. 

“Isn’t the first lesson of mafia school how to pick locks? Changing locks wouldn’t be so effective then.” You raised your eyebrows, moving positions so Jungkook laid in your lap instead. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him willingly get close to someone before though. That’s quite a feat.” Namjoon chuckled. 

“He’s not going to wake up soon. Maybe try later?” You suggested. 

“We’re supposed to have a meeting. He knows this because he was the one that chose this date 2 weeks ago.” Namjoon shook his head. You just shrugged with a smile. 

“You spoil him too much. But I’ll be back to get him later.” Namjoon waved before exiting the room. You slid back down, letting Jungkook rest against your chest instead. You were quite particular about the boys having physical contact with you but now, you felt like you needed someone with you. 

“It’s too early for this...” You closed your eyes, falling back asleep, considering you can’t escape Jungkook’s grip. 

[DREAM]

Your eyes widened as you felt something press against the back of your neck, the cold metal against the warmth of your skin on your neck. Your hand clutched the object that was forced into your hand.

“Do it.” The voice whispered in your ear.

“I can’t.” Your whole body trembled as you cried out. The cocking on the gun behind you made you yelp like a helpless puppy. It pushed you to press the barrel of your gun deeper against the skin. Through your tear-filled eyes, you looked up to meet his eyes. 

“It’s okay.” The male before you smiled. 

“It’s either you die or him.” The person behind was there yet again. You gasped, tears running down your face. 

BANG!

“No!” You screamed, sitting up. Cold sweat covered your forehead and you lifted your shaky hands. There was a ringing in your ears and your vision couldn’t focus. You couldn’t even hear the door open.

“(y/n)!” Someone called out to you but it sounded so distant. Even when Jungkook pulled your trembling figure into his embrace, you were frozen. 

“(y/n), calm down. You’re having an anxiety attack. It’s okay, you’re okay. Please.” Jungkook squeezed you even tighter, your cheek pressed against his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. What was happening? You felt like you lost control of your own body. Jungkook called out to his brothers for help, who came rushing in. 

“(y/n). Can you hear me? You’re safe, nothing happened. It was just a nightmare.” Jin cupped your cheeks. 

“A... A n-night-m-mare. I-It was too r-real.” You choked.

“But you’re here, we’re all here. Safe and unharmed.” Jungkook said. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You knew only you could pull yourself out of this headspace. 

“Let’s give her some breathing room.” Jimin said, making everyone take a step back. You didn’t even notice to looks of worry the boys had. 

“I’ll stay here with her, hyungs.” Jungkook turned to the others. 

“Call us if anything else happens.” Jin ruffled the maknae’s hair. He nodded, watching his 6 brothers leave. You let out a deep breath, your hands have finally stopped shaking. Jungkook wrapped an arm around you, letting you rest your forehead on his shoulder. 

“I hope whatever happened in that nightmare stays there.” You whispered. Jungkook hummed. 

“We won’t ever let anything happen to you.” He comforted. 

“I need to calm down.” You mumbled. Jungkook proceeded to draw you closer to him, his tattooed arm loosely around you. Instead of pushing him away, you leaned into his secure embrace. 

“I’ll be here.” He began to hum a soft tune to calm you down, waiting for you patiently to catch your breath. Mentally, you scolded yourself for being so vulnerable in front of the boys. You haven’t had an anxiety attack in years. 

“Can I have a few moments alone?” You croaked. 

“Of course.” Jungkook let you go, leaving you in the room. The first thing you did was go into the toilet, emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet. You stared at your reflection, hair sticking to your face with sweat and your eyes all red and bloodshot. Closing your eyes, you took a few deep breaths to try and get yourself in the right mind again. 

“You’re better than this.” You told your reflection. After washing your face, you walked out of the room.

“Iced coffee, please.” You ordered. The maid served your usual order. Instead of going into the dining room, you went out onto the second floor balcony, taking a seat on the same bench as that night when you spoke to Taehyung. 

“You’re here.” Someone said. 

“Yeah...” You sighed. 

“You okay?” He placed a hand on your back. You turned to look at him, letting out a bitter laugh. 

“No.” You replied, taking a sip of your coffee. There were many thoughts racing through your mind. You sighed, closing your eyes to just calm your mind for a few seconds. 

“You’re finally being honest that you’re not okay, huh?” Hoseok chuckled, leaning back against the seat. He didn’t say anything after that, staring out into the back garden silently. 

“My emotions are all over the place. I never get anxiety attacks like that.” You rubbed your face with your hands. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I grew up learning all about the human psyche. My parents brought me up in an environment that doesn’t let me experience things like that. That’s not me, Hoseok. Anxiety attacks and nightmares? I killed someone with cyanide! No hesitation.” You said in frustration. 

“You’re human, (y/n). Certain things just can’t be prevented. Even if you grew up trying to prevent it. And that was an instinctive thing, you didn’t purposely kill him.” Hoseok sighed. 

“The fact that I thought I needed to even carry cyanide with me.” You shivered, remembering how the man dropped dead like that. 

“We were all like that the first time. Things are rough in our world, it’s either kill or be killed.” Hoseok shrugged.

“I’m just at a lost right now.” 

“That’s what we wanted to talk to you about. The boys and I were talking about going on a vacation. We would like you to join us actually. It would be good to relax and unwind.” Hoseok informed. 

“A trip? Don’t you guys have work?” You asked. 

“We don’t have any urgent stuff, that’s all been taken care of. Our men will handle all the minor stuff for us. Besides, we usually go on vacation around this time of year, anyway. We have a private beach property in Florida, where we plan to go.” He said. You thought about it. Maybe it would be good to go away for a while and get your mind off things. 

“When do we leave?” You gave a small smile. 

“That’s the spirit! We leave in 3 days. We’re going to have so much fun.” Hoseok patted your head.

“You guys already booked everything without asking me. What if I didn’t want to go?” You laughed. 

“Well, then we would have made you come with us under work obligation. You know we would always get what we want.” Hoseok grinned. You shook your head, rolling your eyes. Speaking to Hoseok always made you smile. 

“Thanks for the laugh. I needed it.” You said. 

“You’re not alone in this, (y/n). We’re all here.” Hoseok kissed your forehead before retreating back into the house. 

“You looks horrible.” Yoongi commented as you walked in. 

“Thanks, Yoonie.” You groaned, slapping your forehead. Taehyung walked in, his white t shirt and grey hoodie stained a crimson red. He was dragging a wooden bat behind him, leaving a blood trail. He looked up at you and Yoongi with hooded eyes, almost empty. 

“Go.” Yoongi nodded up the stairs. Taehyung dropped the bat with a loud sound, trudging up the stairs. 

“I think you scared the little one this morning.” Yoongi said, turning back to you. 

“Well, I think I’m slowly losing it.” 

“I told you to think through it seriously before telling Namjoon you would stay. Now look.” Yoongi surprised you by reaching up to stroke your cheek with his thumb. All you could do was sigh. 

“I can do it.” You told him. 

“I know you can.” He hummed. Namjoon entered and Yoongi pulled away to look at him. With a nod from Namjoon, Yoongi straightened up and walked out to follow the leader. You went to your office to grab your first aid kit, waiting for Taehyung to come in. As expected, he stood by the door, an apprehensive look on his face as you waved for him to enter. 

“Come, sit.” You patted the space. He sat on the medical table as you wheeled yourself closer. 

“Let’s clean these up first.” You soaked a cotton ball in disinfectant, cleaning the blister wounds on his hands then moving to his face, applying ointment to his bruises and cuts. 

“Owww...” He wrinkled his nose, hissing when you touched the cut over his eyebrow. You lightened up on the pressure, applying a bandaid over it. 

“Anywhere else?” 

“My ribs.” Taehyung lifted his shirt, showing the blooming bruise that was forming there. You nodded, pressing over it lightly to feel for a break. Taehyung squeezed his eyes, looking away as he bit his lip. 

“It doesn’t feel broken but it is very inflamed. I’ll ice it then wrap it with tape. Lay down.” You pulled away. You left the room to grab some ice from the freezer in the kitchen, filling the bag. When you entered the room, Taehyung was still sitting up. 

“Tae-” He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him. You smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair. 

“It’s okay.” You comforted. He took a few shaky breaths. 

“Come, let me ice your ribs.” You spoke softly, like a mother talking to her son. Taehyung laid down and you softly pressed the ice to the bruise over his ribs. He let out little grunts of pain. 

“Are you feeling better?” Taehyung asked. 

“An anxiety attack won’t kill me. Give me a little it more credit than that.” You chuckled. Taehyung also had a small smile. 

“Is it the guilt?” 

“Well, it’s the first time someone died in my hands, intentionally. It takes a while to get used to.” You shrugged, trying to play it cool. Taehyung grabbed your other hand in his. 

“I know, I’ve been doing it for years and I still can’t get used to it. Please don’t get used to it, (y/n). Leave the guilt and... killing to us. ” Taehyung whispered sadly. You ran your fingers through his hair. Of course, you were not going to start going on a rampage and killing people. You were still here, only as a doctor to the boys. 

“It was all in self defence, Tae. You know that. I’m still here, only as a doctor to heal your injuries. I won’t leave.” You told him. 

“I just don’t want to see you going through that again.” Taehyung said. You felt your heart grow warm as Taehyung said that. After you iced his ribs, you dried the area and wrapped his chest. 

“Take it easy, these few days.” You advised. 

“I will.” He nodded. Giving you once last glance, Taehyung left your office. You cleared up the area and went to sit down at your desk. 

“Can I do my session now? Namjoon called for a meeting later.” Yoongi came in. You nodded, closing your book and standing up. Yoongi was doing a mix of shockwave therapy and normal rehab exercises for his shoulder now. 

“Let’s start.” You began to do his exercises with him. Yoongi was healing well and the pain he felt was more or less gone but he still wasn’t allowed to start really ‘working’ yet. You didn’t even allow him to drive. You moved his arm slowly, looking for signs of pain. 

“How we feeling?” You asked. 

“Just the usual stiffness.” He scrunched his nose slightly. You nodded your head, pulling away for a few seconds to note it down. 

“There’s a lot of improvement from last time.” You flipped through your notepad. Yoongi nodded his head as you stepped back to guide him through his stretching exercises. 

“And we’re done. Get a sip of this and lay down.” You handed him a bottle of cold water. Meanwhile, you grabbed the shockwave machine. Yoongi removed his shirt, laying down on the bed comfortably. 

“I’m out of painkillers.” Yoongi said as you put the stickers on his shoulder that connected to the machine. 

“I see. How are you sleeping?” 

“I don’t wake up because of the pain anymore.” He informed.

“Alright, I’ll give you a milder painkiller to take when necessary. If it doesn’t work for those bad flares, come see me and I’ll give you something stronger.” You told him and he nodded. 

“Hoseok told me about the Florida trip?” You cleared your throat, sitting on the wheely stool. 

“Yeah. We hope to clear the important work before the trip. It’s been a little hectic so it was a sudden decision to take a short break somewhere. I voted for our lodge is Switzerland but the younger ones like to do water sports on our private beach.” Yoongi sighed. 

“Well, where ever we can escape work, I’ll go. I’ll use the break to reset my brain.” You chuckled.

“The others will be excited to hear that you’re going as well.” He mumbled. 

“What about you?” 

“What about me?” He frowned. 

“Are you happy I’m going?” You raised your eyebrows. Yoongi cast you a glance, knowing what you’re trying to get out of him but you just shot him an innocent look. 

“What kind of question is that? Whether I’m happy or not shouldn’t matter to you or affect your decision.” He scoffed but you saw the tips of his ears start to blush a light red. You stifled a laugh, wheeling yourself over to your medicine cabinet to pack the painkillers for Yoongi into a pill ox. The machine beeped, signalling the end. 

“You’re done for today. Ice it if it’s sore. Same as always.” You smiled, handing him his pillbox. Yoongi nodded and left your office. 

“Of course I’m glad you’re going.” He whispered after closing your door. With a shake of his head, he walked to his room to prepare for the meeting tonight with the others. 

“We’re here!” Jungkook burst in with Kookie at his feet. Kookie hopped in, once again getting familiar with your office. 

“Hello, Kookie.” You bent down to stroke the bunny’s head. 

“Just Kookie?” 

“Hello to you too, Jungkook.” You complied, reaching up to pat his head like how you did with Kookie. 

“No, not Jungkook.” He shook his head. 

“Fine. Hello to you too, Koo.” You called him his new nickname. Jungkook threw his head back in laughter. You picked Kookie up, sitting back down on your chair and setting him in your lap comfortably. 

“Don’t you have things to do Koo? I heard about the big meeting tonight.” You raised an eyebrow at the maknae, who was just spinning around on your stool. 

“Nah, I already know what we’re doing. It’s just announcing that we’re going on vacation and handing over who’s going to be in charge of the businesses and such. Nothing too serious. I’m practically there just to... be there?” He tilted his head with a shrug.  

“Whatever it is, I’ll be enjoying my evening alone, relaxing. Oh, well at least just me and Kookie.” You giggled. 

“Lucky.” Jungkook pouted. 

The boys were getting ready to leave the house, all dressed in their suits, including Yoongi. You leaned against the back of the couch, waiting for your delivery food. 

“Sending us off?” Jimin grinned. 

“Nope.” You shook your head. The butler came in, carrying bags of food. You smiled, clapping your hands excitedly before receiving them. 

“What’s that?” Jin’s eyes widened. 

“Fried chicken, tteokbokki, other kinds of delicious food. I already told you that I’ll be feasting on my own.” You showed your food proudly. The boys let out groans at your teasing. Of course, they’d rather stay home and feast, not have to wear stuffy suits and go to some boring meeting. Jungkook pouted, crossing his arms. 

“I hate you.” 

“Have fun now.” You popped a fry into your mouth and walked towards the glass door to eat at the gazebo. 

“Hey, Koo?” You called out to the pouting boy. Jungkook’s eyes lit up, as if expecting that you would offer him a bite of your food before they had to leave for their meeting. 

“Pass me a beer from the bar?” You requested. His face fell, trudging over to grab a bottle of beer and opening it before handing it to you. 

“Here.” He grumbled. 

“Thanks.” You saluted and waddled out into the garden, enjoying the breeze of the evening. 

“Save some food for me!” Taehyung yelled out. 

“No promises.” You replied before digging in. Of course, you would save some for them when they came back. Imagine their faces when they saw the fried chicken, tteokbokki and other dishes on the living room table. 

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[charlies-gillespie]

you promised | charlie gillespie (part 1)

PART TWO

paring: fem!reader x charlie gillespie

summary: after finding out Charlie was cheating on her, reader confronts him and everything is brought into the open … (5) “i need you” “you should’ve thought of that before you fucked her” & (26) “you fucking promised” & (27) “she didn’t mean anything to me!” “bullshit”

requested: yes

length: short

rating: PG-13

warnings: ANGST. lots of language throughout. mentions of cheating. this whole imagine is basically an argument

!! NOT MY GIF !!

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tag list: @mrsbrookegillespie @screwunsaidemily @herbrutals @marvelousmendess @charliegillespiewife

author’s note: this is like 3 requests in one because i thought they all went well together.

You’ve been in tears ever since you saw the messages. Stumbling across the messages between your boyfriend and the girl he was apparently sleeping with was a total accident.

Someone named ‘Eli’ texted Charlie and you clicked the notification accidentally when playing a game on Charlie’s phone since yours was dead.

Charlie’s in the shower now as you sit on the hotel bed. The two of you are staying in a hotel for a few days because your house is being renovated and you forgot to grab a charger before you left the house. Tonight was the first night in the hotel and you figured you’d just run to the store to grab a charger in the morning.

Tears are flowing down your cheeks like someone turned on a faucet in your head. You never thought that someone you love so much could break your heart like this. You never thought that someone who you thought cared about you could make you cry like this.

Everything hurts but everything feels numb at the same time. You didn’t know that Charlie could do this to you. You didn’t know that the man you loved could betray you like this. He betrayed you multiple times by the texts you read.

The shower water turns off and you watch as the bathroom door opens, revealing Charlie in a tank top and sweats. “The water pressure is really good if you wanna hop in,” Charlie tells you. He’s looking away from you as he dries his hair. “Maybe I’d be willing to shower again if you’d like me to join you.”

“I’m good,” you say, nose stuffy. “Maybe you can get your very special friend Eli to get in with you instead.”

Charlie’s head snaps toward you and asks, “Who’s Eli?”

Your blood boils at that question. “You’re seriously going to play dumb? I read the fucking texts,” you tell him. “I didn’t even mean to go into your messages but I accidentally clicked ‘Eli’s’ text notification and saw your previous texts with whoever they are.”

You watch as Charlie kneels in front of you. “Baby, please let me explain,” he pleads.

You say, “You fucking promised. You promised that it would be you and me until the end. You promised that you’d married me one day. You promised me that we could have a family together. You broke those promises.”

He says, “Y/N, please. I need to explain it to you because I need you.”

With a breathy laugh, you say, “You should’ve thought of that before you fucked her. I can’t even stand to look at you, Charlie. Did you even think about how I would feel?”

“I was going to tell you, Y/N,” he says. “I swear I was.” You roll your eyes. “She didn’t mean anything to me!”

You snap, “Bullshit. That’s complete bullshit and you know it. You slept with her several times, Charlie. I know you did from the texts. How am I ever supposed to just forgive you for that?”

Charlie looks at me with sad eyes and says, “Y/N, I swear it was a mistake. I was super drunk and didn’t know what I was doing. She was a mistake. She really didn’t mean anything to me.”

“I can’t believe you’re trying to justify you cheating on me, Charlie,” you sob. “If you loved me you would’ve said no. If you truly loved me, you would’ve stayed loyal.”

He says softly, “I do love you, Y/N. She was a mistake. I shouldn’t have let her talk drunk me into it. I knew better than that.”

You say, “It’s not that hard to keep your dick in your pants, Charlie. I hope one day you learn from this.” You grab your still packed bag.

Charlie begins to plead. “Y/N, don’t go. Stay here and we can talk about this. Please. I need to talk to you about this. I need to explain everything.”

With a shake of your head, you say, “I can’t do this tonight. I can’t. Goodbye, Charlie.”

You leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

You think you just left the man you fell in love with, but Charlie isn’t the guy you love with. The man you left behind is a shell of a guy that you once loved.

Charlie never really loved you. If he did, he would’ve stayed loyal to you. If he cared, he wouldn’t have cheated.

He’d never hurt you. The man sitting in the hotel room is the shell of someone who once loved and cared about you.

He promised. He fucking promised, and he intentionally broke those promises.

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[sunshinejunghoseokie]

Love Is Not Over; ksj.

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Angst. Barely there fluff, you really gotta squint. Exes-to-lovers.

Rating & Warnings: PG15. Swearing. Mentions of alcohol consumption. They argue. The pining hurts my heart and soul.

Word Count: 1,788

A/N: This drabble is a part of the Debut Drabbles collab with my near and dear @mochi-molala over on @homeofbangtan! (Give her some extra love, folks! I got sick in the middle of this collab and she was nothing but patient and kind during the whole shabang!) Thank you to @joyfulhopelox for hyping me up and always supporting what I create. A special thank you to @min-yoon-kween and@sugasbabiie for beta reading this little drabble! An equally as big thank you to @ttaetae for creating the STUNNING banner!

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Kim Seokjin can pinpoint the exact moment he fell in love with you in his memory.

You had been sitting behind him in your foundations of modern literature class as the professor’s lecture droned on endlessly. Jin had mumbled a complaint under his breath and was surprised to hear the sound of suppressed laughter over his shoulder. He could tell by the way your cheeks reddened as he turned to shoot you an amused smirk that you had no intentions of being heard, much less caught in the act. You had sunk into your seat, raising your textbook to shield your flushed face from his view.

He had decided then - Dr. Ford barely taking a break to breathe between sentences as he led a discussion about the themes of transformation and the relativity of truth in the background - that your laugh was one of his favorite sounds and he would do whatever it took to hear it as often as he possibly could.

He spent the rest of the semester occupying the once empty spot beside you, whispering awful puns into your ear, grinning proudly each time you failed to keep your laugh quiet. He loved the way you would shift in your chair until your face was pressed into his shoulder whenever your professor would spare the two of you a disapproving glare.

It had taken him exactly three months to convince you to hang out with him outside of class, another two after that to talk you into being his girlfriend. Then, in one month - only four short weeks - it all fell apart.

Looking back, he should have seen it coming. He had spent so much time wooing you that he never stopped to think about what came next, what happened after the chase was over. He hadn’t seen the signs that had been right in front of him. You spent your time together curled up on the couch in his apartment, watching reruns of sitcoms, trading comments on the mundane back and forth. It didn’t take long for the talking to stop and different variations of the same generic television story arc playing in the background to grow old, the routine feelling stale and worn out.

It had ended quietly.

No shouting.

No fighting.

No, all it took was a whispered “I think we should break up” leaving your lips for Seokjin’s life to come crashing to a halt. He had nearly choked on his chow mein, the Nailed It episode playing in the background long forgotten. You had made it seem so easy, that breaking up with him was as simple as asking him to pass the salt or what the weather was meant to be like the next day.

Now, even just standing across the room, Seokjin couldn’t help but feel like you were hundreds of miles away. His heart tightened as you threw your head back as you laughed at something the boy with his arm around your waist said.

He was younger than Jin. His dark hair fell around his face in waves, lips spread in a wide grin as he watched you with soft doe eyes.

It makes Seokjin’s blood boil, seeing someone else look at you the way he did. The way he still looks at you.

“You’re not very subtle, you know.” Namjoon’s voice brings the elder back to reality, snapping him from his tumultuous thoughts. “You’re staring at her. Again.”

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Why do you look so upset then?”

“I’m fine.”

“Bullshit. Spit it out.”

“It’s not even that big of a deal.” Seokjin groans, sinking into the couch cushions. “So what if she wants to ditch me to go on dates with the toddler? That’s her prerogative, but why did he have to come tonight?”

“Seriously? Toddler? He’s not even that much younger than us, Jin.” Namjoon snorts out a laugh as he settles into the empty spot beside his friend. He offers him one of the beers in his hand, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch when the elder refuses in favor of the plastic cup already in his hands. “Do you even realize how jealous you sound right now? They’re dating. Why wouldn’t she bring him?”

“I’m not jealous.” It was a lie and both men knew it. “I just miss my best friend. She’s never around anymore and when she is, he’s there, too.”

“Just because she’s dating this Jungkook guy doesn’t mean that she’s going to stop being your best friend. You’re her favorite. Always have been, always will be.”

“Whatever.”

“I’m serious. Even after the breakup. You guys were never not close. Never one without the other. Maybe you just never got the chance for things to fully sink in. To let the fact that even if you guys were still best friends, you weren’t dating anymore. She wasn’t yours anymore, at least not in the way that she had been.”

“I’m gonna go get some air.” Seokjin downs the rest of his drink, liquor burning the back of his throat and leaving a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He crumples the now empty cup, tossing the ruined plastic onto the ground near his feet without much thought. He stands from the couch, hands pulling at the bottom hem of his denim jacket. “It's too stuffy in here.”

Seokjin weaves his way through the mass of bodies, the smell of sweat and cheap cologne invading his senses as he makes a beeline for the balcony door at the far end of the living room.

If he was paying more attention, he would have seen your eyes following his movement, excusing yourself from your conversation with Jungkook to follow after him, stumbling in your steps as you try to catch up with him without knocking into anyone.

“Hey.” Your voice is soft as you reach out to stop him from closing the sliding glass door before you can make it outside. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” He mumbles, leaning against the balcony railing.

The city is alive below, neon lights illuminating the dark streets and casting vibrant shadows across the pavement. The fresh air is a much needed reprieve from the crowded apartment, the small living room jam packed with faces and names that blur together and leave Seokjin’s temples throbbing with an inevitable headache. His palms are sweaty and he hopes you don’t catch him wiping them dry on his jeans, one hand at a time.

“I know you better than that.” You tilt your head, leaning forward to get a better look at his face, catching the grimace that contorts his features. The downturn of the corners of his mouth is a drastic change from his usual smile. “What is it, Jin?”

“Just drop it, Y/N, and go back inside. It’s cold and you’re not wearing a jacket. You’re going to get sick if you stay out here.”

“No.”

“Y/N.”

“You heard me. No.”

“Stop.” A warning.

“No!” You feel your cheeks heat, the flames spreading until the tips of your ears are consumed by them and left painted a bright red. You know that you probably resemble a stubborn child throwing a fit because they aren’t getting their way, but you can’t bring yourself to care. Not now, not when you know there’s something bothering Seokjin and instead of opening up to you, he’s holding you at arms length. “I’m not going to stop! You can’t just shut me out, Jin! We don’t do that! Not to each other!”

You don’t think he’s going to answer and, when he does, you almost wish he hadn’t. The pleading look in his eyes when he shifts his gaze to you is nearly enough to leave you with regret that you hadn’t surrendered and abandoned the chase. Maybe some things were well and truly better left unsaid.

“What?” Seokjin straightens his back and fixes you with a narrowed gaze. “I’m shutting you away? Are you kidding me right now? If anyone is shutting someone out, it’s you!”

“Me?!”

“Yes! You, Y/N!” His voice is sharp, the bitterness that has gripped his heart for longer than he cared to admit slipping out and lacing his tone. His hands ball into tight fists at his side, muscles in his arms straining and knuckles white. “Ever since Jungkook came into the picture, you’ve been distant! You never come over anymore, never answer my calls! I get that you’re moving on but we’re still friends! Best friends!”

“Is that what this is all about? Jungkook?”

Jin’s cheeks are flushed - whether from the cold or the alcohol you had seen him downing earlier in the night you aren’t sure.

“What if it is? It doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t change anything, so what’s the point?”

A loud, echoing crack of thunder sounds overhead. The first drops of rain begin to make their descent from the graying sky, goosebumps dusting your skin at the contact. Seokjin moves on instinct, shrugging out of his jacket and draping it over your shoulders to shield you from the rain and chilled wind. He lets himself fasten the buttons, smoothing down the collar before taking a step back.

The sadness that seems to consume him leaves your chest aching; heart beating wildly, hammering violently against your ribs.

“You don’t know that.”

“What?”

“You don’t know that it wouldn’t change anything. You’re just assuming it won’t.”

“I just...” He says with a sigh, shoulders falling limp. Defeated. “I don’t even know what went wrong between us. I don’t know what changed. I thought that maybe staying friends was better than losing you completely, but it’s worse. It’s so much worse. I see you with him and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I hate that someone else gets to look at you like I did, that they get to touch you and make you laugh. That should be me.”

“Jin...”

“Just tell me.” The crack is his voice, the tears welling in his eyes. The Seokjin standing before you now is nothing short of broken. “Tell me what I can do to fix it and I will. I’ll do anything. I just...I can’t be just friends. Not with you. I never said it before but I’ll say it now. I love you. I’m in love with you. Don’t tell me that it’s over. It can’t be over.”

He reaches forward and pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around your waist and you know then.

No one was Seokjin.

No one ever would be.

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[d0llpie]

hey can i request prompt 47 with tanaka also super angsty like i want to cry

Miscarriage

tanaka x reader

Prompt: “i lost the baby”

Trigger warnings: miscarriage, heavy angst, like really a whole lot of painful angst just angst

a/n: thanks for the request, i hope you cry <3 I will be making a part 2 btw

wc: 2.6k part 2

You were arguing with Tanaka, again. It started when he came home around an hour ago, three hours past when you planned a date with him. It had taken ages for you to convince him to go on a proper date since he was always ‘busy’. You needed to tell him you were pregnant, wanted to celebrate with him. Instead you were left with 50 unread messages and Tanaka waltzing in the house as if nothing was wrong. When he came and kissed you on the cheek “hey baby” like nothing had happened you snapped. “Where the fuck were you Ryu?” you stood up from the kitchen bench and begun throwing accusation after accusation at him while he just stood shocked, belittling you for ‘overreacting’ at his ‘simple mistake’.

“Oh you want me to apologize for being stood up? Hm?” You throat felt raw from the screaming, desperately just wanting him to apologize and tell him about the baby so you could make up and move on. Tanaka, stubborn as ever, wouldn’t let that happen. “I never said that, you’re working yourself up, stop stressing yourself out.” His calm tone only irked you even more, he could at least pretend to care. “What were you doing that had you so pre-occupied? Or should I ask who?” he snapped his head towards you, visibly annoyed, at least you finally caught his full attention. “What the fuck y/n? Are you seriously accusing me of cheating because I forgot about your stupid date? You know we can go on a date any other time why are you acting like such a bitch right now? Fuck sake you’re so dramatic.” You fought back the tears in your eyes, slamming your fist down on the table “When was the last time we went on a date- a real one? I wanted to spend some time with you ALONE for once to talk to you, but instead you can’t even tell me why you were soo busy to even send me a text cancelling.” A few stray tears slipped out in frustration, but you continued to glare at him, egging him on further. “I was out with some friends Jesus y/n, why do you have to bring your insecurities into everything.” You were hit with a wave of nostalgia, he’d said that line to you when you started dating in high school.

“Tanaka, hey baby, I was wondering if you wanted to come to my class to eat lunch today, I want to tell you something” You smiled up at your boyfriend as he smiled back “Of course baby! I gotta go to practice, want to come watch?” he pecked your cheek quickly, smiling widely at you proudly “Oh sorry, I have to study for a text next period but I’ll see you at lunch!” his face dropped but the bell rang, signaling your next class “Bye Tanaka!” you waved cheerily as he walked back towards the gym.

y/n: Hi, I’m in my class for lunch now :) see you soon <3

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You frowned holding the homemade lunch you had wanted to give him. After around 15minutes you realized he wasn’t coming. You went to the gym to see if he was there with Noya, you entered the gym and found them both watching Kiyoko with lovesick expressions on their faces, spewing out compliments profusely. “Tanaka.. hey” he looked over to see you in the doorway “Y/N, hey! What’s up?” you stood there in shock for a minute before clearing your throat “Um can I talk to you?” he looked over at Kiyoko who was ignoring Nishinoya before reluctantly making his way over to you. “How come you didn’t come to lunch” you frowned lightly and he sighed “Its not like you came to my practice either, plus, I was hanging out with my friends, don’t bring your insecurities into this I told you Kiyoko doesn’t like me.” He pouted and you felt your heart clench. “Do you still like her?” you whispered and although he heard you, he pretended he didn’t. You plastered on a fake smile before retreating to the classroom, ignoring his texts and calls for the rest of the day until he brought you a bouquet of roses the next day. It was your first of multiple fights over his obvious crush on his manager. Eventually you got sick of the fighting and sappy make-ups so you just ignored it, knowing he could never have her and was with you because he loved you. Right?

“Fine. I’m sorry for accusing you, I’m not sorry for everything else, why won’t you just fucking talk to me!” The exhaustion from fighting was catching up with you and you began to feel light-headed. “Because it’s not a big deal y/n! Wait-what’s wrong?” you sighed, leaning against the wall “It’s the fucking baby and this stupid fight what do you think.” You spat at him and he stopped thinking for a moment. “Baby?” you looked up to see him smiling nervously at  you “Yeah you’d have known if you hadn’t stood me up.” He pinched the bridge of his nose “we’re having a baby, can you let this go?” you scoffed, done with this fight you stormed up to your shared bedroom, crawling into bed and staying as far from his side as possible. You placed a hand over your stomach, softly crying into the pillow while Tanaka stayed downstairs, opting to sleep on the couch.

Noya: Yoo how’d y/n take it?

Tanaka: she’s pregnant

Noya: oh shit, what’re you gonna do

Tanaka: what do you mean what am I gonna do? Raise a baby I guess, fuck idk man

Noya: that’s tough, Kiyoko is staying at mine😍 pray for me bro🙏🏼😩

Tanaka: lucky, i’m on the fucking couch

Noya: sucks🥶

He sighed before turning his phone off, fuck.

The next day you woke up to breakfast in bed and a very happy Tanaka smiling at you, “good morning, how are my babies feeling?” you wanted to roll your eyes and stay mad but you couldn’t deny the way your heart fluttered when he referred to you and your child as his babies. “good morning ryu..what’s all this?” you were expecting an apology like usual, or at least for him to acknowledge what happened “You’re eating for two now I guess! When’s your next appointment?” he seemed really freaked out so you placed a hand over his “next week, are you feeling okay?” you pressed the back of your hand against his forehead, he felt fine just a little sweaty. “I’m good, want to go out for dinner after work?” you were hesitant but nodded “You’ll come right?” it’s like his mood did a 180 when you said that “What’s that supposed to mean” he spoke through gritted teeth, trying to remain calm and collected. “You know…yesterday?” he scoffed “still hung up on that huh? You gonna berate me for every mistake I make when this baby pops out of you?” you were wide awake now “woah wait, I didn’t say that-“ “you accuse me of stuff, why can’t I do the same?” his tone was growing angrier by each syllable he spoke. You looked down in your lap, feeling your eyes well up with tears again. “Tanaka please stop” you whispered and he snapped “Yeah doesn’t feel great when you just want to stop but they keep going huh?” you don’t even remember why he was getting worked up, because you didn’t want him to stand you up again? You fiddled with your fingers and zoned out while he continued yelling.

You finally looked up when you heard the bedroom door close, breathing in deeply before hunching over as a sharp pain in your abdomen stopped you from making any big or sudden movements. You groaned out in pain, stopping Tanka immediately. Tanaka ran a hand over his head stressfully “are you okay? Shit. Uh, I’m going to call an ambulance” you groaned again “Call Yachi, she can take me I think we need some-“ tears pricked your eyes and you started to sweat “space, I’ll call you when I’m there.” You could see his eyes well up with tears. His hands were opening and closing, wanting to hold you but knowing better than to do that.

Yachi came over shortly after and lead you to the car. Tanaka saw the blood on your shorts and held his breath, letting a few tears roll down his cheeks. You were silent in the car over, crying softly and groaning in pain every few minutes. Yachi looked over worriedly at you, holding your hand and letting you squeeze her hand for reassurance. “Y/n don’t move ill get a nurse to help you out.” You arrived through the emergency section of the hospital and texted Tanaka

y/n: I’m going into the emergency room now

tanaka: okay, let me know what’s happening

He shut off his phone with a shaky breath, deciding to call his friends over.

Tanaka: Noya?

Noya: hey bro what’s up

Tanaka: Y/n’s in the hospital, can you come over?

Noya: What happened? Kiyoko is here man..

Tanaka: Bring her here, I don’t know what happened she started bleeding and crying

Noya: wtf? Did you hit her?

Tanaka: You know I’d never do that. I think it’s the baby…

Noya: We’re on our way, we have whiskey

Tanaka heard knocking and made his way to the door, he opened it to see Noya and Kiyoko there. “Hey, thank you both for coming.” he stepped aside to let them enter “So how’d the break-up go, is she okay?” he looked quizzically at Noya “You didn’t tell her?” he shook his head “sorry, we were watching a movie..” Tanaka looked unamused by Noya before turning to Kiyoko “We started fighting about me hanging with you guys instead of our date and she told me she was pregnant” Kiyoko looked at him disappointedly “You left a pregnant girl?!” it was unusual for Kiyoko to raise her voice but she felt horrible your you, she knew how much you loved Tanaka and she always felt guilty in high school for what you had to put up with, because of her. “What? No! I didn’t break up with her because she’s pregnant but now...I don’t know, she was bleeding and in pain and she’s in the emergency room now..” Kiyoko was restraining from slapping him, digging her nails into her palms. “Why aren’t you with your pregnant girlfriend, it’s bad enough you don’t love her and now this? You know a baby requires actually raising a human?” He dropped his head down, “I know, I already feel horrible…what if something’s happening to the baby?” he sat down on the couch, taking the bottle from Noya’s hand and taking a swig. “You can still raise a baby and not be together…” Noya spoke up, sitting down next to him while Kiyoko turned the tv on. “It’s not fair on you guys or the baby if you stay together.” He knew he was right, he’d been putting this off for too long, he settled for you and got comfortable with the live you showed him that eventually he stopped showing it back. He can’t remember when he fell out of love but he didn’t want to leave you, he loved you still he just wasn’t in love with you. Deep down you knew, you never let yourself think that for long though. Afraid you’ll end up leaving him, Yachi had tried to get you to leave before but you could never stand the idea. Lately it was like you were already broken up, two awkward college roommates. The idea of raising a baby with him scared you, you were so stressed and sick of overthinking that you passed out in the hospital after a few hours, forgetting to call Tanaka.

You stepped out of the car, hesitating to close the door as you breathed in deeply. It was around 4pm the next day and you had just been discharged from the hospital. “Do you want me to wait here?” Yachi asked from the drivers seat, her eyes were red and puffy, she’d been up all night holding your hand and crying with you. “I think it’ll be okay…why is Kiyoko’s car here?” your eyes stuck to the black car in the driveway that you knew was Kiyoko’s “y/n, i’m gonna wait here you should go inside hes probably worried…” you nodded before approaching the front door. Your legs felt like lead as you stepped up to the door, taking your key out and unlocking the door.

“Ryu?” you moved further into the house, seeing a passed out Tanaka on the couch across from a passed out Kiyoko. “Tanaka.” You said a little louder, making him stir.

Noya came into the living room from behind you “hey y/n, how are you?” he looked hungover and that’s when you noticed the empty bottles on the floor. “Hi noya- Tanaka!” you yelled this time, waking up both Kiyoko and Tanaka. “Y/n? heyyy, how was the hospital?” he yawned and sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. You wanted to run to him and hold him, but you stopped yourself, trying not to focus on how tight your chest felt and the tears building up in your eyes again. “Y/n?” you heard Kiyoko’s soft voice from beside you and you broke down into tears, she caught you before you fell and moved you to the couch, rubbing your back. “I lost the baby.” You continued to cry as the other three in the room sat frozen. “Y/n, i’m so sorry, i’m so so sorry, I’ll come back later but I think we should go…Noya?” Kiyoko hugged you tightly before grabbing Noya and exiting the house.

Tanaka was silent, tears rolling down his cheeks. “What happened y/n?” he avoided looking in your eyes “they said it was because of stress…Tanaka I can’t take this anymore..” you sniffled looking in your lap. He looked up to see how tired and broken you looked, feeling his heart clench. “Y/n, I swear Kiyoko and Noya came over to hang out, I don’t have feelings fo-“ “It’s not about your feelings for her, it’s about your feelings for me…I need you to be honest” he gripped your hand, his lip quivering “I don’t want to lose you y/n…” “You aren’t in love with me Tanaka, i’m not stupid” you chuckled softly, rubbing the rest of your tears away. His silence said enough and so you stood up. “Y/n, don’t go” you scoffed “you can’t keep doing this to me, making me stay with you like this” you commended yourself on the way your voice didn’t waver. “I know, I know, but I-“ he stopped himself, knowing he couldn’t stop you. “I still care about you, I always will.” You nodded, cupping his cheek softly “I know baby, I love you Ryu.”

You walked back outside and sat in the passenger seat of Yachi’s car. You put on some music and she looked over at you before driving away, not asking any questions.

Tanaka sat on the floor of his lounge room, staring into his hands and crying, you were really gone and he couldn’t fix it, it was him who pushed you away anyway. It was him who had to deal with it now.

   a/n: sorry for writing this, i might make a happy ending part 2, send me ideas if you would like to see that <3

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Panic Attack

BTS reactions to you having a panic attack

Kim Seokjin

Jin knew you suffered from anxiety; you had been very open about your mental health issues since the beginning of your relationship. But he had never witnessed one of your panic attacks, or one at all. So when he came home one day from the studio to you having a panic attack in the kitchen, he panicked himself.  

Rushing over, he’d pull you into his arms to calm you down, whilst trying not to panic himself. Remembering something he’d read online; he’d start helping you to breathe by instructing you to follow his breaths. Whilst you focused on trying to calm down, he’d constantly be whispering sweet things into your ear, or talking about something random like what you’d be having for dinner that night.

Once you’d fully calmed down, he’d help you to bed, letting you get comfortable. He’d give you a gentle forehead kiss before running off to grab you a mug of hot chocolate and your favourite movie. He wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the night and would encourage you to talk about what had happened to cause the panic attack.

“Shh it’s okay.”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi would definitely know you suffered from anxiety, even if you never told him. He’d be able to tell just because of his own experiences with the disorder, but he would never tell you that he knew. He knew when you had your bad anxiety days that you would avoid physical contact if you could, and you’d stay quiet. So when he walked into your shared bedroom one day to see you having a panic attack against the wall, he jumped into action.

Grabbing your favourite hoodie of his, he would walk over to you, gently placing it on top of your curled up body before sitting next to you. He’d place his hand on the ground, ready for you to grab whenever you felt comfortable. Just his presence near you, and the smell of him from his jumper was enough to pull you out of your state.

Once you were calmed down enough, you’d grab onto his hand, just holding it. That would be his cue that you’re okay with physical touch and he’d pull you into his chest, just letting you lay there for a while.

“I’ve got you.”

 Jung Hoseok

Hobi would have no idea about your condition. Mainly because you had had it controlled for so long that you didn’t feel the need to tell him. Or so you thought. But one day when you were hanging out at dinner with the band, you felt the long-forgotten crushing feeling settle on your chest, causing you to panic. Sweat immediately started to form on your forehead, as your breaths picked up.

Taehyung, who was sitting across from you, immediately noticed your panic. “Y/N, are you okay?” He’d ask immediately, causing everyone’s attention to turn to you. Suddenly the room felt extremely hot and stuffy as you struggled to draw in a breath.  Excusing yourself, you would speed out of the restaurant into the cool night, unaware of everyone’s confusion behind you. The cool night provided you little relief, as you continued to struggle to breath. Hobi rushed out after you, gently pulling you into his arms. His hands would immediately trace patterns over your back, trying to distract you as you’d cry into his chest.

Once you’d calm down, he’d hold your hands gently, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. Not wanting to put you back into a potentially upsetting situation, he’d take you home and order takeout for the both of you.

“You’re okay.”

 Kim Namjoon

Namjoon would definitely know, you couldn’t keep anything from the man, and you’d tell him as soon as he found you taking your meds one morning. He’d ask you everything, what your triggers were, how to calm you down, and how to prevent them if he could. But one day, you were watching a horror movie with the rest of the group whilst he attended to some meetings with management. It wasn’t your idea to watch a horror movie, in fact, Jungkook had been the one to suggest the movie. So when you felt the familiar tightening feeling in your chest at the intensifying scene, you panicked.

Yoongi, who was sitting next to you, immediately noticed your quick breathing and your eyes that were squeezed shut. But that didn’t stop the sounds of screams and squelches of blood that came from the body. He quickly switched the movie off, ignoring the groans of the other band members as he knelt in front of you. When you flinched away from his outreached hand, he frowned, realising the seriousness of the situation.

“Call Namjoon, now.” Yoongi was a man of few words, so as soon as they came out of his mouth, everyone jumped into action. Jungkook ran off to call Namjoon, Jimin was getting you water, Jin was running around madly trying to find something for you to hold, Hobi was with Jungkook, whilst Taehyung watched you in fear.

It didn’t take long for Namjoon to run from the meeting, which luckily was only a few buildings away. But to him it felt like eternity. When he reached the dorms, he immediately went over to you, nudging Yoongi out of the way as he knelt in front of you. Holding his hand out, he gently grabbed onto yours, frowning as you immediately collapsed into his arms.

He knew how fragile you were in this state, and quickly carried you back into his room, away from the rest of the group.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here babygirl.”

 Park Jimin

Jimin would not know about your anxiety, he might have an idea because you always avoided crowds, but he never raised the issue with you. But it all came to a head one day when you were out exploring New York on his day off. Somehow, news had gotten out that the famous K-pop idol Jimin was out and about in New York the day before his show. So, before you knew it, you were being swarmed with screaming fans and cameras. It wasn’t long before you were pushed into the crowd, fans eager to get photos with Jimin just pushing you out of the way. You immediately panicked, no longer able to see Jimin in the middle of the crowd. Luckily, he had security there to watch his back, but in the middle of the chaos, you were left alone to struggle.

Tears brimmed your eyes as you searched frantically for a way out of the crowd, your breaths quickening as you saw even more people joining the crowd. Your ears started ringing as you tried to push your way out of the crowd, unaware of Jimin trying to find you in the crowd. He had seen the tears in your eyes whilst you looked around, immediately registering the panicked look on your face.

Once you reached the edge of the crowd, a small hand on your back pushed you towards the car that you were travelling in. Clambering in, Jimin immediately pulled you into his chest, rubbing your hair gently as you sobbed.

“They can’t hurt you here baby.”

 Kim Taehyung

Tae definitely would not know about your anxiety, it was never a problem that you showed around him, so he never noticed. It really wasn’t a problem, because you never had everyone’s attention, which you were glad for. But on a karaoke night with the rest of the group, you panicked after losing a game, you couldn’t handle everyone’s attention on you.

This quickly became obvious to Taehyung as your hands started to shake, the microphone feeling like a hundred pounds. He’d watch you carefully, not fully understanding what was going on with you. But when you started to stutter the lyrics, he pieced together the symptoms almost immediately. The rest of the group was goofing around, not paying attention to what was going on in front of them, giving Taehyung the opportunity to go to you.

He immediately jumped up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to stop you from shaking. His forehead rested on yours as he stared into your eyes, the silent conversation ensuing. Nodding, you let him take the microphone out of your hands, the music still playing in the background as he pulled your head into his chest, rocking you gently.

“You really don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

 Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook had no idea about your anxiety, whether it was because you tried to hide it so well, or because he was just oblivious to it, he never noticed the symptoms you exhibited daily. He had only witnessed a few panic attacks in his life, mostly from his bandmates and one from himself, so he had a small idea of what it felt like. But when he came home one day to see you shaking on the bathroom floor, he panicked.

His immediate thoughts were that you were sick, but on closer inspection, he realised that you were hyperventilating and crying. Panicking, he grabbed his phone to call Namjoon, his hyung who always knew exactly what to do. Namjoon quickly instructed Jungkook on how exactly to help you in the moment, before offering to bring over dinner to save your energy.

Leaping into action, Jungkook quickly grabbed a bottle of water and a pillow from your room. Sitting in front of you, he handed you the pillow to squeeze and put your hand onto his chest so you could mimic his breathing patterns.

Once you calmed down, he held you tightly in bed whilst you napped, constantly checking to make sure you were okay whilst he researched your condition on his phone.

“I want to be able to help you so that it never happens again.”

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Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed my first bts reactions. Hopefully there will be more coming soon!

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 17

Chapter 17: Blood is Thicker than Water

Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry

-Warnings: References to sex, language, typos, sad thoughts, attempted suicide, vomiting

-Words: 4.4K

A/n: Thank you so mucg guys with all the live support. Finally done, yay, with part 1

Chapter 17: Blood is Thicker than Water

Words: 4.4K

Four years had passed and Rosie was the only one to stick around. Everything had changed. You and Tom were currently on your trip around the world. Traveling everywhere from Cuba to Greece. Taking in sights of the world.

Embarking on journey covering 3 continents and 10 countries so far. You had already visited the Taj Mahal in India, the Amalfi Coast for some sun, and Iceland just for the blue lagoon hot springs. You and Tom were having the time of your lives, it being the perfect distraction from everything back home.

Rosie was running the mob along with her new right hand and consigliere, Linus. Rosie had been taking on the mantle as the new leader of the Holland mob. Picking up where Parker left off. Trying to do him justice. Tom had helped her learn the ropes but she always had that fiery personality desired for a mob persona.

After four years, Rosie learned to embrace her grief instead of shoving it away, she began to visit Parker’s grave more and more. Tried to every week, but life got in the way. She would bring a new set of flowers to freshen up the old ones.

She knew today would be especially hard, every year it was impossible. Rosie could barely get through the day. Today was her 20th birthday, marking 4 years of celebrating without Parker.

Rosie and Henry’s relationship had grown into one full of misery. Trapped in a loveless relationship, but he was still her best friend. With just one look he would know what she was thinking.

Over the past couple years, Henry has been so obsessed with keeping her safe that it was driving her mad. Rosie understood that Henry didn’t want to lose her like he lost Parker, but Rosie ran a mob and danger followed her everywhere. They started drifting apart when everything happened with the Holland family, creating unfixable cracks in their foundation.

Lately, Rosie had been feeling someone watching her every move. Following her whenever she would be downtown. Feeling a presence she hasn’t felt in a while. Constantly shivering in fear, feeling as though she was observed. From then on, every move she made was calculated and thought out.

When Rosie first took on the mantle, she cleaned house. Eliminating those whose loyalty would always lie with Tom. Trying to affirm the fact that she was so much more than just Tom’s daughter. She had let William go and few others because she brought in Linus.

Even after starting her new regime, things have been a bit off, lately. She hasn’t been sleeping through the night. She’d jolt out of sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. Henry would be startled awake as well by her movement as move to comfort her.

“Roo, you okay?” Henry asked groggily, yawning a bit. Rosie gasping to catch her breath. Her dreams were supposed to be an escape but now they were doing more harm than good. “I don’t know. I keep having these dreams about Parker. Like he was trying to tell me something,” Rosie said, gathering her bearings. It wasn’t everyday she was visited by her deceased twin brother. “From beyond the grave?…Rosie, he’s gone,” Henry pondered. “I know, I just can’t shake this feeling. That he is… he’s.”

“What? Still alive? Honey, we buried him. You cried over him. If he was still alive don’t you think we would’ve shown his face by now. Wilson and Carter are gone, they have been for awhile now,” Henry explained, hoping it would bring her some solace. Henry wasn’t blind to the change in her demeanor, she did open up to him about being followed everywhere she went. “I guess you’re right. But my dreams feel so real,” Rosie whispered, lying back down. Ready to drift off into a deep sleep. One not tainted by the memory of Parker. “Go, back to sleep baby.” Henry said, he knew they would be getting up in a few hours anyway. Tomorrow was a very big day. Henry knew he and Rosie had been drifting but he was all set to give her the best birthday ever.

Henry had bought tickets for you and Tom to fly in for her birthday and stay for awhile. This time of year was hard for all of you but it wasn’t fair to Rosie. The day that is supposed to be about her has always been shared but now no one dared acknowledge it. It was just a reminder of what had been lost.

“Good morning, beautiful. Happy birthday,” Henry whispered, peppering her face in kisses as the morning sun shone through the curtains.

“Thank you,” Rosie sighed. Every year was a challenge. It got a little better every year but she knew she would never fully accept his absence.

“What do you have planned today?” Henry inquired, he was always one for big gestures. He absolutely hated that she no longer enjoyed her birthday.

As a kid she loved the idea of turning a year older, getting to grow up and getting loads of presents of course. You always made the priority of throwing the most perfect themed parties for Rosie and Parker. One year they had a pirate themed pool party with a treasure hunt and another a circus/carnival theme with fair games and a petting zoo. You loved going all out for their birthday. Just spoiling them in general.

Rosie and Parker, also Tom, can’t forget about him, made life worth living. You and Tom did everything for your kids, never wanting them to feel an ounce of sadness.

But the times had changed, you were no longer the mother to a son. It was just Rosie and you thanked God everyday that she was still there but your heart will forever be scarred.

Scars take forever to heal, sometimes never. There will never be a day when you don’t miss Parker or he doesn’t cross your mind. Everything you did from the moment he died was for him, in one way or another. You knew the grief would never stop but you hoped Rosie would one day be able to move on with life.

“You know…” Rosie murmured. “Oh yeah, say hi for me,” Henry nodded along remembering Rosie was going to spend the day next to her better half, Parker.

Rosie proceeded to get dressed and ready for the day. She wore a tight grey dress showing off the perfect curves of her body. And a pair of black high heels to complete her power woman ensemble. “Henry, you aren’t throwing me a party right? I really don’t want one,” Rosie inquired. Rosie would prefer to have all birthdays pass and wash away but she knew Henry wouldn’t allow that. At the most she would have a nice dinner with him and watch a movie.

“You’ll just wait to find out,” Henry grinned cheekily. In reality he was throwing her surprise party to help her find the joy in her birthday again.

“Henry seriously, not this year,” Rosie announced. “It’s never any year. You haven’t celebrated in 3 years. You need to get over this.”

“Get over what? The death of my twin brother?” Rosie asked, astounded at Henry’s previous statement. The nerve he had, wow.

“Roo, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to apologize but Rosie left in a huff.

“Talk later, Linus is waiting for me,” Rosie yelled, already walking out of the room. “Linus, you ready to go?” Rosie said, as she found him drinking coffee in her kitchen. He sat at the bar, legs dangling off the chair as she came down. “Yes, Roo,” he said, a little out of breath from taking the awe of her beauty.

“Please don’t call me that around Henry… What’s on the agenda?” Rosie asked Linus as she poured herself her own cup of coffee.

“Well, Shaw owes you 3 million and the deadline you gave him expired,” Linus explained, he knew Rosie hated having things held over her head. She would prefer to get them out of the way as soon as possible.

“Well then, let’s go pay him a visit. I could use a drink. Afterwards, can you drop me off at the cemetery?” “Of course, Roo,” Linus said. Rosie huffed in response, rolling her eyes at the name. Linus loved to get a rise out of Rosie. Her remarks to his comments were just a sign of their playful banter.Rosie’s relationship with Linus was complicated. They were partners, most of the time.

Rosie had gone really dark over the past years. There were days where she refused to get out of bed. Sitting in bed wasting the entire day away. Henry would come home from work and try his best to comfort her but after Parker he was just as lost as her. They lived in the same house but not truly together. Not as lovers, maybe as roommates.

All Rosie could feel were thoughts of hopelessness, desolation, and misery. Never being able to find that light at the end of the tunnel. She didn’t deserve to find it, thinking she was the one who pushed you and Tom away. Blaming herself for Parker. All these feelings and Henry wasn’t there, too busy with his own life.

One day, Rosie had gotten real low. Couldn’t find a way out so she went to the gun room grabbed the closest pistol, a bottle of scotch, a glass and sat in Tom’s office. She rested on Tom’s chair trying to find the will to end it all. To point the pistol and pull the trigger.

It would be so easy, the flick of a finger. No more pain. She tried not to think about everything she was giving up. Never seeing you or Tom again, or Henry. Never loving him again, if they ever did manage to find their way back to each others arms. Never experiencing the things that made life worth living.

All her thoughts were halted as Linus barged in. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the broken girl hold a gun unto her temple, its safety clicked off. The room was cold as an icy chill ran down his spine.

“Rosie, what are you doing!?!” Linus thundered, trying to stop her before she pulled the trigger. “I don’t know. I think I’m trying to end it all,” Rosie whispered as tears streamed down her face. Deep down she didn’t want to pull the trigger, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

“End what all? Your life?” Linus asked, trying to talk her off the metaphorical ledge. Something had to happen that pushed her to this point. Rosie had to be drowning and calling out for help but no one came. “No, it was never about killing myself. It was just about ending the pain and suffering,” she cried.

“Rosie, listen to me. There is so much more you have to live for. This will pass. Think about everything you are giving up.” Linus tried to appeal to the people she loved, you, Tom, and Henry. Losing Rosie would no longer make you a mother. How could Rosie take that away from you?

“I already have and it hasn’t, for 2 years. How do you know it will get any better?” Rosie begged for a true answer. She had been slumping around, letting the days pass her by as she stood silent, screaming non-vocally for help. Trapped in an asylum of misery. “I don’t. But I’ll be there to help you,” Linus exclaimed, giving her the truthful response she wanted. Rosie just needed to hear that she wasn’t alone in this world anymore. “No, you won’t. You’ll just leave like everyone else. Henry doesn’t love me anymore. My parents left. I’m all alone.” “Roo, you aren’t alone. Just hand me the gun and we can work this out. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here,” Linus pleaded. That was the first time he had used that nickname. The name had been reserved for only Henry, Parker and you. In that moment Rosie saw someone she missed so dearly in Linus, Parker. Parker was the only person who was 100% there for her. He was there to talk her off the ledge. He was there at her weakest and in a split second he was standing in front of her.

Rosie gave in, removing the gun from her temple, clicking the safety one and handing it over. She slowly stood up, coming over to Linus and collapsed in his arms. Rosie whispered a small “I missed you” as he held the broken girl. He was the only one who could pull her out. Not Henry, god she wished it was Henry. Linus understood her pain and didn’t try to fix everything.

Henry was the opposite. Constantly worrying about Rosie and trying to find a solution for everything. Things from the slightest backache to feelings of hopelessness. Rosie didn’t need fixing she just needed to be heard and Linus made sure she was. At Harmon’s, the bar was quite empty. Just Shaw and a few of his men. Shaw has borrowed money from Rosie to clear of a few charges. The Holland name had some pull in the legal community. Dating back to Dom’s days but Tom mostly laid down roots.

Linus entered first, firing two shots to take out Shaw’s capos. “Jesus Christ,” yelled Shaw as his protection thudded against the floor.

Rosie followed Linus in, making her presence known, “Shaw, you know I’m not a fan of people not staying true to their word. Do you have my money?”

“Rosie, doll. I paid you in full already. If this just your sad attempt to stir something up we can work this out another time. Shoo, let me finish my drink,” Shaw snickered. “Shaw, I know your games. You have 3 minutes to transfer my money right now. One for each million. I have Linus checking for a deposit of 3 million, make this simple and do it,” Rosie stated with an unchanging expression. “I need more time, that’s not enough. It’s all in separate accounts,” Shaw asserted, his voice starting to waver as he stared down the barrel of her pistol. “Well then, I’d hurry if I were you. Here’s your phone. Just wire the money… Starting now,” Rosie exclaimed as Linus devoted his stare to watch. Glancing at the seconds tick away.

“Fine, I’m going,” Shaw screamed, about to crack under the pressure.

“2 minutes left,” Linus chimed in. “Okay, I’m just inputing the dollar amount, it’s a lot of zeros.” Shaw tried to explain. He was about to lose his life because he was slow.

“50 secs.”

“I’m going, I’m going.”

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6—“

“I’m done,” Shaw said, letting out the breath he was holding.

“That was fast but not fast enough,” Rosie whispered raising her gun square to the back of his head. Her finger slipped to the trigger and fired a shot.

BANG

“Wow, I didn’t think you actually kill him,” Linus said, impressed by her ruthlessness.

“He was getting on my nerves, besides he will never borrow money from me again if he is dead,” Rosie chuckled. “You know I found that really hot,” Linus whispered in her ear. “You always do.” Rosie grinned at his advances, trying to pull her close to his chest. “Hey, this can’t keep happening.”

“Oh, come on. You say that every time. I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.”

“Well, you are going to have to. I was clear about what this was. So I’m going to ask you this once more time, what do you want?” “I want you.” “Well you can have me in the bathroom in 2 minutes.” “Roo, you’re too good to me,” Linus smirked, following her as she glided to the restroom.

Everything lasted about 30 mins. They were in and out in a flash. The bar now smelled of sex and a dead bodies. Linus was the first to finish, coming out of the bathroom looking disheveled as hell. Sporting the same juts had a quickie look. Linus went to pull the car around after fixing his hair in the mirror.

Linus would never be Henry and that was a good thing, Linus was different. By no circumstances was Rosie in love with Linus or will ever be in love with him, he was merely a distraction. Rosie knew her relationship with him was wrong but he made her feel alive once more.

Rosie emerged from bathroom breathing heavy, almost gasping for air, with sweat glistening on her chest. She straightened out her dress as combed down her hair. Stepping out of the doorway, the smell of a fresh rotting body hit her.

Rosie immediately turned around and lunged for the toilet. She had been in the business for 3 years and never before had her body reacted this way. She hurled into the toilet for a good ten minutes. Eventually bringing her head out of the toilet bowl to wipe off her mouth. The air was now coupled with sex, dead bodies and vomit. She was clueless to what forced her to keep her head in a toilet bowl.

After her nausea spell passed her, she had Linus drop her off near the cemetery. “Oh, you can drop me off here. I need something from the pharmacy anyways,”Rosie informed Linus. She was planning on picking up something for her stomach, it was very unlikely for her to throw up suddenly.

“Ok, Roo. Do you need a ride home?” Linus questioned.

“No, Jared is supposed to pick me up. Thank you,” Rosie exclaimed, getting out of the car. “Alright. Happy birthday by the way. Can I have a kiss goodbye?” “Thank you and no. I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah for the party,” Linus called out slowly driving away. “Wait! What did you say?” Rosie remarked but he was already long gone.

Rosie was mentally kicking herself, she didn’t have the willpower to deal with a party tonight. She specifically told Henry, not to throw one but since when did he listen to her.

Their road to ultimately heartbreak was a two way street. Both of them had done something to warrant the loveless relationship. Rosie admitted to herself, that she eventually did stop trying. She stopped constantly asking if Henry wanted to go out for dinner and what time he would be home. Rosie prefers to blame Henry but in reality, she was then one who let go first.

Rosie stopped showing him love, too distraught by his every move because it was a constant reminder her brother wasn’t there anymore. Henry would try to work him into every little conversation, remembering Parker in everything. It grew too much for Rosie. Rosie had never been one for confronting her feelings, preferring to shove them down but how could she, when Henry would never shut up about Parker.

Parker was the main reason a wedge had been driven between them, but she wouldn’t dream of blaming her dead brother. Who couldn’t even defend himself. Rosie needed a reset after Parker but Henry was stuck living in the past.

Rosie was ready to start her life with Henry after graduation but he couldn’t let go. After a while, Rosie became just like him. Stuck drifting into a void of pure sadness. Rosie couldn’t let go, along with Henry. Their lives went in different directions, Rosie was blossoming into a ruthless leader who would only act soft around Parker, vowing to visit his grave everyday. And Henry got left behind at some point, not seeing how he fit in her life anymore.

In the pharmacy she scanned the aisles for some sort of quick remedy. If Henry was throwing her a surprise party, one she specifically asked not for. Rosie didn’t have days to recuperate, maybe a few hours.

She found the largest bottle of Pepto-Bismol and stopped by the card aisle. Carefully grasping a birthday card for her favorite person. One that was funny yet endearing. Parker was addicted to all the corned jokes she would crack. She made her way to the register. In front of her stood a little old woman, she wore a purple floral dress and her white stained hair was pulled into a clip.

“Just this for you sweetie? Oh, who’s birthday is it?” Asked the little lady, referring to the birthday card Rosie grabbed for Parker.

“My brother’s and um, could I also get this,” Rosie responded as her eyes glanced below her. Skimming over the candy bars, gum packets and eventually landing on a pregnancy test. Come to think of it, Rosie was late about a week and a half.

“Of course, honey. Would you like to use the restroom?” Queried the lady. Rosie nodded in response. She finished paying and quickly made her way to the restroom. Following the directions on the box carefully, she needed to be a hundred percent sure, before she told anyone.

Right around the corner was the cemetery. She glided through iron gates, walking across the cobble stone path before she came upon the place she loved most in the world. The place where she would hold nothing back, spilling everything to him.

Life of a mob boss was dangerous but things started to seem eerie for Rosie. She would feel weird presences or someone watching her at eerie times. The same feeling plagued her at the cemetery, today. She knelt down to the headstone, engraved in it read “Here Lies Parker Jackson Holland, Taken from us too soon, a son, a brother, and a friend.”

“Hey, P. You probably get tired of me visiting you. Everyday I’m here and sometimes I think I do it for my benefit more than yours. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and most likely you are with Charlotte. I’m happy for you, Parker. No matter how much I wish you were here with me, I know that you are happy that you escaped this life. Happy 20th birthday.” Rosie whispered, fixing the flowers that began to wilt from yesterday.

“I have some really amazing news to share with you, but it will have to wait till next time. You can’t be the first person I tell, I’m sorry. He deserves to know before you…. Oh my god, you’ll never believe what happened at work…”

This is the one thing that brought Rosie solace. She persistently blames herself for that fateful night 3 years ago. Rosie would spend hours kneeling next to his headstone. She would tell him about her life and read off the postcards you and Tom sent from your travels. Talking to him as if he was still there.

Rosie glanced at her watch, it was half past five and she hadn’t even called Jared yet to pick her up. “I’m sorry P, I gotta go. Henry, god love him but, that bastard is throwing me a birthday party. I guess I should at least make an appearance. I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you.” Rosie said, walking towards the parking lot.

She stood under the gate for ten minutes waiting for Jared to arrive and escort her home. The weather completely shifted as the sun set around her. The once blue sky changed to one painted with vibrant yellows and pinks. The sky was a sight not to be missed but she could do without the freezing winds that accompanied.

A chill ran down her spine as she waited in the darkness. Feeling a sensation that only warranted panic. Rosie felt someone watching her once again. Maybe from a far or up close, but she definitely wasn’t alone. It was silly that she let feelings like those get to her. She was a mob boss for god sakes, scaring even the most menacing of men into submission.

Rosie eyes started darting everywhere a noise left. In the corner of her eye she caught a figure drenched in shadows approaching. She tried to scramble for her gun, but soon realized she left it in Linus’s car.

The stranger kept making advances and managed to get to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a cloth to her mouth. Causing her to be consumed in darkness as her body grew limp.

Back at the manor, Henry was setting everything up perfectly. His mission was to make Rosie love her birthday once more. While Henry was working hard at hanging the birthday banner and decorating every corner with balloons, Linus was no help at all. Lounging on the couch and finishing a beer.

“So are you going to pick up Rosie and get off your ass?” Henry barked, pulling the coffee out from under Linus, causing him to spill his beer.

“Seriously, dude. What’s your problem?” Linus snapped.

“My problem is my girlfriend isn’t here. Aren’t you supposed to pick her up?” “No, Jared is.” “Linus, Jared is here. He has been for a few hours. Where is she?” Henry questioned, starting to worry. “I don’t know. Last, I left her at the cemetery.” “Henry! It’s so good to see you,” you cheered as Tom and you walked in. Hugging Henry after not seeing him for awhile. It still pained you to visit, traveling was the perfect distraction.

“Hope you have been taking care of yourself, son. Where’s Rosie?” Tom questioned. “Yeah, I’ve been good. At the moment, I don’t know where she is. She’s missing,” Henry concluded. You and Tom stood completely still as you processed the news. It wasn’t everyday that your daughter would disappear into thin air, but her job did keep her life in danger.Rosie missing was uncommon. It had happened once or twice in the past but that was 3 years ago. So much had changed, for the better. Yet, you were once again in the same place, in the house you left because everything was too familiar. Rosie missing was all too familiar.

Rosie came to. Opening her eyes to a place she chose to forget. For all she knew it was an exact replica. Warehouses riddled all of London’s ports, she could be anywhere.

“Text your driver and tell him Henry picked you up for a special birthday dinner,” Rosie’s kidnapper barked, thrusting a phone in front of her.

“Really? You kidnapped me? After 3 years of being leader of London’s most feared mob, it’s like been there done that. Do you want money or something? I have a party to get to.” Rosie quipped, annoyed with they man’s pursuits.

“Oh, I know. I believe happy birthday is granted. 20 years is a milestone.”

“Whatever, I don’t really like my birthday anyway.”

“Wanna talk about it?” The stranger pestered on. Rosie had learned lesson from the last time she was restrained to chair, rope around her wrists and ankles, ceasing blood flow. This time it was zip ties, a little basic for any mobster she has had a run with.

“No. I want you to let me go. Seriously, what do you want? I don’t think you know who I am. Or who my father is,” Rosie asserted.

“A moment alone together is all I ask and I know exactly who you are and who your dad is. Correction, who our dad is.”

“Parker.”

A/n: Finally the end. Alright, I'm going to bed. There is no set schedule for the sequel series, I'm just going to post a chapter when I finish writing it. Let me know if you like to be tagged in the sequel chapters.

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[fettsvette]

Never Worn White (Part Two)

Cloud City, Bespin. Boba Fett is on the hunt for a casual fuck before he cashes in on Han Solo’s bounty. You’re a naïve virgin, saving yourself for an adolescent fantasy… and it just so happens that he’s in town. Upon encountering the object of your infatuation though, you didn’t expect he’d be so willing to help you out.

Pairing: Boba Fett x Reader Words: 6.8k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Loss of virginity and unprotected sex

Can be found on Archive of Our Own here.

Mando’a terminology

 vaar’ika - little runt

  nehutyc’ika - feisty one

 cyar’tomade - fans

   -

  “Your boyfriend’s at the Atrium.”

  The words were like a lightning strike through the very fiber of your being, your whole body vibrating, no matter how teasingly and sarcastically they were meant. Your head jerked up so fast from the holopad screen you’d been gazing at that you felt as if you had just given yourself whiplash, and your blood pressure instantly skyrocketed, leaving you feeling light-headed and dizzy. Your roommate grinned lecherously at you, their eyes glinting mischievously. They were one of the few people to know about your feelings for Boba Fett, and it was obvious now that they were torturing you, feeding you false information and getting your hopes up just to watch you fluster and squirm like a giddy schoolgirl. Of course, they didn’t know the extent of your infatuation, and what you were planning if you ever happened to cross paths with the infamous bounty hunter during his unprecedented stay in Cloud City. You didn’t intend to allow them to find out, either.

  “...What are you talking about? Stop it...” You replied faintly, gazing up at them dumbly from your perch on the couch, uncrossing your legs and attempting to knead the life back into the prickling muscles. Your gaze drifted to your hands as you did so, trying futilely to get them to stop shaking just so your flatmate didn’t have something else to rib you over, and then skirted over to the wide window looking out over the city. Neat rows of transports crisscrossing in every direction lined the nighttime sky, carrying Cloud City’s citizens and tourists alike to where they needed to go. You couldn’t help but direct your vision towards the vicinity of the entertainment district, its bright lights plainly visible from your apartment. The Paradise Atrium was only a short distance away from your apartment on Figg Avenue, even closer than the landing bay where the Slave I was still docked. There was no way. It was too good to be true, simply meant to be. He was coming closer and closer to you.

  “I’m not kidding. Boba Fett’s at the Paradise Atrium, right now . I had to stop there on my way home to drop off a couple containers of glitterstim my boss owed the slimeball that owns that place, y’know? I walked in and he was literally right there in the cantina, just sitting at one of the booths in the corner… the ones they always reserve for the really top-tier VIPs.” They explained seriously, and you envisioned the layout of the lounge in your mind, an establishment you had visited quite often. Your thoughts brought you to the very rear of the adjacent and aptly-named Paradise Cantina... into the recesses of a shadowy booth, where sat an imposing figure in a battle-worn suit of Mandalorian armor, reclined against the plush backing of the stall, legs spread almost obscenely wide. His codpiece was mysteriously absent, and you could see everything . He beckoned you closer with the twitch of a gloved finger ...and you shook yourself from your reverie, acutely aware that a cold sweat had started collecting on the back of your neck. You fought the urge to slap yourself across the face, the imagined mercenary still calling to you from your subconscious.

  “Okay, okay… crik. Are you absolutely sure it was him?” You pleaded desperately, and your roommate openly rolled their eyes in your direction, shaking their head incredulously. You needed to be sure . You’d heard of the Fett imposter Jodo Kast, and even though the presence of the Slave I on-world was an immediate indication that the visitor was the real deal himself, there was still a niggling disbelief in your mind. This just could not be happening right now.

 “Of course I’m sure! Kriff, how many Mandos do you think are just walking around Cloud City? Beefy-looking buckethead wearing green scrap metal, more weapons on him than stars in the sky. Poor kid they had serving him was terrified, the guy was shaking so bad he almost dropped a whole tray of brinebrew on the graysuits that were in the booth with him. And - okay, are we just going to ignore the fact that I called Boba kriffing Fett your boyfriend and you didn’t even blink? Honestly, I really can’t believe you sometimes…”

  You didn’t even wait for them to finish. The fact that there were apparently high-ranking Imperial officers meeting with this mystery man was all the information you needed for any seed of doubt in your mind to be crushed. The holopad fell from your hands to land screen-down on the floor, entirely forgotten. Leaping up from the couch and power-walking towards your bedroom on tremulous legs, you flung the door closed behind you and hurriedly began rooting through your closet, looking for something halfway presentable to change into. You stripped yourself of your sweatpants and ripped t-shirt, having instantly settled on a glittering shimmersilk dress that you’d impulsively bought as a present to yourself after your last pay raise. You paused as you pulled the thin material over your head, debating whether or not to put on a bra before you dressed any further. With a curt sigh at yourself, you continued to slip your arms through the straps, smoothing the bunched fabric over the swell of your breasts. There was no point in bothering with one of those itchy, lacy garments you owned, that only you had ever laid eyes on - if all went according to plan tonight, your bra would just be coming off sooner rather than later anyway. You bent to slip your bare feet into a pair of plain black flats - you’d considered heels for a brief moment, but decided against them on the off-chance you had to make a quick getaway - when you were interrupted by the bedroom door colliding with the wall as it was unceremoniously flung open.

  “...And just where the frozz do you think you’re going wearing that ?” A disbelieving voice intoned harshly from the doorway, and you looked up to see your roommate blocking the light flooding in from the living area, a panic-stricken expression written across their features. You paused, your arms hanging limply at your sides, staring determinedly back at your roommate, whose face was beginning to reflect a dawning sense of horror and understanding. 

  “ Out. ” You answered in a bland monotone, snatching your handbag off the bed and peeking inside of it, making sure that the keycard to your apartment door, as well as your credit chip and a healthy pouch of physical Imperial credit coins, were tucked away safely inside. Your roommate strode forward, grabbing your forearm and squeezing tightly, causing you to wince as they forced you to look them in the eye.

  “Out where ?”

  You didn’t reply, your plans already dangerously close to unraveling. Your roommate’s grip tightened to the point of pain, and you were stunned to see that their eyes had filled with tears of fright. You knew you should feel guilty for putting them through this sort of duress, for worrying them to the point of weeping over your safety, but the only thing you found yourself feeling was a sort of grim pleasure. The fact that someone you had grown so close to in your years of living in Cloud City, a creature you considered to be one of your closest friends, could be frightened to this level by the thought of you becoming somehow entangled with the notorious Boba Fett, did nothing but give you a sick sense of satisfaction deep in your gut. It heightened the swirling arousal that was already building deep in the pit of your belly, fantastical images of what this night’s adventure could possibly bring already brewing in your mind. Your roommate finally loosened their vice grip on your arm and shook their head unbelievingly, backing away from you as if you were tainted.

  “Oh, stars … I know what you’re thinking. Please don’t do this. This isn’t some game of Droids and Guards, you fool, he’s dangerous .” They begged, seeming nearer and nearer to tears with every word. 

  “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing. I’m not going to get myself into a situation I can’t handle, I just… I just want to see him.” You adjusted the strap of your handbag on your shoulder and heard the childish, lovestruck pleading in your voice. You hated yourself for it, for letting yourself get this much in a tizzy over a mere man - but this truly wasn’t just a man, was it? You could very possibly wind up in bed with none other than Boba Fett by the end of the night, if the galaxy was kind to you. He was going to be the first to ever claim you - as you pushed past your roommate and headed for the door, you were certain of it. This was your darkest, deepest fantasy come true, something you had been pining for and secretly dreaming about since you were old enough to even fathom the concept of sex, of virginity. Boba Fett was the only man you’d ever thought about giving yourself to for years now, and this was quite possibly your only chance. There was no turning back now.

  “Didn’t you hear me say that he was surrounded by Imps?! High-ranking Imps ! He kills people for money! He’s here working for the Emperor, I know it, and that big brute Vader’s still lurking around -” You held up one hand to silence them, and to your surprise, they immediately stopped, wild-eyed and staring at you imploriously, hands raised above their head. You had never seen your friend this keyed up, this stricken by concern for your wellbeing. It felt strange to say, but other than mynocks in your stomach from thinking about how the rest of the night could go, you didn’t understand just what this panic was all about. You weren’t stupid enough to interrupt important Imperial business, and it wasn’t like Lord Vader himself was going to be sitting at the bar, nursing a drink - right?

  “Just… don’t wait up for me tonight. Okay?” You quietly begged your friend, your voice sweetly soft and as neutral as you could manage. A long moment passed between the two of you, no words spoken, just gazing into each other’s eyes. Several beats passed in silence, only the traffic outside interrupting the heavy tension that filled the room. Your roommate was the first to break, their shoulders sinking, defeated. You felt a new burst of energy and smug satisfaction, but couldn’t help but feel somewhat remorseful at your reaction towards their obvious distress. The feeling passed quickly, however, when your roommate bowed their head, the ghost of a smile on their lips as they clucked their tongue and shook their head at you.

 “Dank farrik… you’re a real pain in my ass, you know that? ...But okay. You win.” They sighed. You kept your expression even, although you were screaming with joy on the inside, and were about to reach out to embrace them, when they took a step back and pointed in your face. You felt yourself going slightly cross-eyed, following their finger down the bridge of your nose, and had to stifle an ill-timed giggle. “But if you’re not back by sunrise, I’m contacting the Wing Guard and reporting you missing, and I’m going to tell them who you were trying to meet up with. I’ll get Baron Calrissian and the Alliance involved. Don’t think I won’t.” They continued, and your heart skipped a beat. You certainly weren’t expecting that turn of events, but weren’t exactly surprised either. With how sympathetic your roommate was to the Rebel Alliance, especially concerning the events of the past week and the installation of what the locals were beginning to call the ‘Iron Blockade,’ it made sense that they would threaten you with action involving the Rebellion, even if it was just out of concern for your safe return. It wasn’t that you didn’t support the Rebels yourself - their crushing blow to the Empire in the form of the destruction of the Death Star had reinvigorated your hope in their cause, especially after the horrific obliteration of Alderaan - but the purely selfish, immature side of you wondered what would happen to Boba Fett if the Rebellion were to come out the victors of this current Galactic Civil War. He was one of Vader’s most loyal hunters, and you had a feeling that the Rebels wouldn’t smile kindly upon his transgressions against them. Especially since one of their most famous generals, Han Solo, currently had a bounty on his head large enough to buy an entire spice mine, and it had been speculated on the HoloNet that Fett was one of the many mercenaries attempting to cash in on this coveted prize.

  You walked past your roommate without another word, slipping past them in the doorway of your bedroom, and padded easily across the living area carpet, knowing now that they’d had put their last word in and would no longer attempt to stop you. Settling your hand upon the doorknob leading into the hall, you were about to let yourself out into the night when you heard the Aruzan softly call your name, and you turned. They stood in the center of the room, smiling sadly, arms folded across their chest, a look of intense worry upon their face as they watched you exit, hoping they would find you back home in the morning. Their last words to you rang in your ears as you made your way across the night sky in the space taxi that would deposit you right on the steps of the Atrium.

  “Good luck.”

  -

  You stepped into the main lounge of the Paradise Atrium and instantly felt incredibly out of place, and exorbitantly underdressed despite the expensive shimmersilk you had draped yourself in for this special occasion.

  The room was filled with regal-looking creatures from all over the galaxy - a large group of Twi’leks sat on a couch in the far corner, smoking from a hookah and emitting large columns of purple and green smoke through their nostrils in between bouts of gay laughter, and a company of important-looking Nothoiin congregated around the elaborate carbonite sculpture placed in the center of the room. You’d attended gatherings at the Atrium many times before, but you’d never been in the presence of so many upper-class individuals. You wouldn’t be surprised if just one of these creatures was currently carrying more credits in their pockets than you would ever see in your entire lifetime. Not to mention, there were several armored stormtroopers, their white plastoid suits gleaming in the artificial light, holding sentinel near the staff entrance at the rear of the room, a sight you’d never seen here before. Something was definitely going down in Cloud City, and you had walked right into it. That realization alone made you want to sink into the floor, and what made it even worse was the fact that there was no sign of Boba Fett.

  You had crept into the Atrium as discreetly as you could, almost on tiptoe, and in hindsight you weren’t exactly sure what you had been expecting. Had you thought that you’d walk in and Fett himself would have been standing there, awaiting your entrance like a prince from ancient myth, on call for his princess’s arrival at the ball? Heart hammering wildly, leaning against the wall for support, you had scanned the room twice, then thrice over, looking for a flash of green, a swirl of cape, any indication that he was present, only to come up empty. He simply wasn’t here; at least he wasn’t anymore, if he ever had been in the first place. As much as you loved your roommate, and despite their almost violent reaction they’d had to the knowledge that you were - at the very least - trying to meet Boba Fett, it wouldn’t terribly surprise you if they had been pulling your leg all along. You’d trudge back into your shared apartment, dejected, and your roommate would be there, grinning smugly, lecturing that the moral of this story was to never seek company with strange men.

  Gazing around the room once more and seeing no sign of Fett, or at the very least, the Imperial graysuits that he’d apparently been here meeting with, you found yourself almost embarrassingly heartbroken. You’d banked so much on tonight, only for it to wind up being a missed chance, if not a complete fake-out. You refused to give your roommate the satisfaction of heading straight back home, though, so you figured now was as good a time as any to drink your sorrows away at the bar. The Paradise Cantina was adjacent to the Atrium and contained a half-moon bar as well as several comfortable private booths, and you sidled onto one of the stools at the center of the console, directly in front of the bartender, a distinguished-looking Bothan who eyed you dubiously.

  “Anything I can get for you, kid?” He asked gruffly, polishing a glass and looking you up and down, feeling you out. Although you had lounged with friends at the Atrium, even attended a few workplace parties there, you’d never really been a patron of the bar, and you felt the clientele ogling you suspiciously. It obviously wasn’t an ordinary occurrence, to see a scantily clad young woman sitting alone at a high-class bar, and the various eyes on you made your skin crawl, although you did your best to ignore the unwanted attention.

  “Just a Jedi Mind Trick, please. Make it a double” You replied softly, keeping your eyes down, tracing your fingernail against the wood grain of the bar. You heard the Bothan snort, probably amused at your choice of such a strong drink right off the bat, doubting you could hold your liquor. The way you saw it, though, you’d rather spend the rest of the evening getting shit-faced here than simply slinking off home alone, to wallow in bed self-despairingly. 

  The bartender had just set the triangular container full of bright blue liquid on the counter in front of you when a door you hadn’t noticed on the far side of the room slid open, and a figure stepped out. A hush immediately fell over the room, which had previously been filled with glasses clinking, quiet conversation and laughter, and a holographic jizz band being broadcast. You didn’t bother to look over at first, too absorbed in your own self-pity to care, picking up the glass and knocking the entire drink back in one gulp, leaving the edges of your mind slightly blurred.

  That’s when you heard the spurs.

  Kshnk. Kshnk. Kshnk.

  At first you assumed it was solely a figment of your imagination, an effect of the alcohol being absorbed into your system, until you realized that the room had gone silent, that even the hologram of the band had ceased playing. You looked up at the bartender, but he was staring over the top of your head, paused in the act of refilling another guest’s stein. The jangling sound filled your ears until you could hear nothing else, not even the sound of your own breathing, and a chill went down your spine. You were clenching your empty cup so tight that you were surprised it didn’t shatter in your hand. Gingerly, you turned around to acknowledge the cantina’s newest arrival, your stomach rolling with anticipation, your blood singing in your veins, your heart pounding like a gigantic drum sitting in your chest cavity. You looked up.

  And there he was.

  Boba Fett.  

  He was shorter than you expected.

  You felt a near-hysterical giggle rise in your throat as the realization crossed your mind, that this was your very first thought upon seeing the man you’d envisioned fucking you time and time again - in person, finally. The laughter died in your throat as he turned to cross the room, only several meters away from you, and you got your first real look at him.

  Stars, he was beautiful .

  Boba Fett walked slowly, methodically, with more purpose than you had ever seen another creature move, even though it seemed his only motive at the moment was to find a place to sit down. The dented helmet that concealed his features didn’t break its steady gaze straight ahead even once as Fett crossed the room, even though every eye in the cantina was locked to him. There was no way the man didn’t know that he was currently the center of attention, the reason for the palatable silence in the air, and it was quite obvious that he didn’t care one parsec. The green armor he wore was littered with scrapes and scars and dents, but still shone in the low light of the bar, as if it had only just been waxed, and you shivered at the thought of getting to press your bare chest against the battle-flecked breastplate. A ragged cape was tossed over one shoulder, and your eyes were drawn to the string of inexplicable numbers glowing out from an interface on the right-hand side of his armor, and to the strange symbol mirroring its position, a stalk of grain framed by a bright red drop of blood and what looked to be lettering in a language you didn’t recognize, directly above his heart. There were several long braids of multi-colored and variously textured hair thrown over the opposite side of his shoulder plate, the sight of which sent another delicious chill up your spine. You knew you should be repulsed by the sight of those trophies of war alone, but it served as a confirmation of something you already knew - this man was dangerous . There was debate on the HoloNet as to the origin of those braids - some who’d been following Fett’s career, as you did, were adamant that they were made of the scalps of Wookiees he’d killed; yet others claimed they were the braids of Jedi Padawans he’d hunted down at the request of Lord Vader himself. Your eyes flitted downwards to below his waist, heat flushing through your system. The greenish codpiece was just as battered as the rest of the armor - even more so, upon a closer look. Judging by the craggy yet shallow indentation located almost in the dead-center of it, some unfortunate soul had made a last ditch effort to save themselves by taking a shot at what they must have thought was the most vulnerable area on Fett’s body. They had obviously been wrong, and you were grateful for it. 

  Almost seeming to move in slow motion, the bounty hunter passed directly by the bar, and you could have sworn you could sense his body heat even from several meters away, could smell blaster smoke and blood on him. As repulsive as those scents should have been, reminiscent of battlefields and death and suffering, you felt almost soothed by the thought of being able to press your face to the rough cloth that held the Mandalorian armor together, breathe in those aromas as deeply as you wished, a smell that was so distinctly him . You focused your gaze on Boba Fett once more just in time to see him settle himself at a raised table in the corner, reclining back casually. He seemed to finally notice that all other movement and conversation in the cantina had ceased upon his arrival, and his helmet swiveled first to the left, then to the right, making direct eye contact with several goggling patrons, who uneasily turned away under his gaze. Fett’s visor then turned in your direction and your heart walloped frantically in your chest - ‘ has he noticed me?’ - but it became obvious quite quickly that he was looking past you, straight at the Bothan behind the bar, who regarded Fett for a long moment before offering him a grudging nod. Almost as if this were some sort of cue, the holographic band started up again with a lively rendition of ‘Sugaan Essena,’ and the muttered discussions, tinkling of glasses, and laughter resumed. The clients of the Paradise Atrium and Cantina seemed eager to forget that the deadliest bounty hunter in the known galaxy was seated in their midst. Fett, however, had cast his gaze to the city outside, watching the rows of traffic track across the nighttime sky, gloved hands resting firmly on his knees, deep in thought. 

  You watched out of the corner of your eye as three young Zabrak women wearing matching skin-tight baffleweave bodysuits made a beeline for Fett’s table as soon as the atmosphere had settled down, obviously over-eager for their chance to flirt with danger. You sniggered when the armored figure sent them away with a wave of his hand before they even had a chance to close in on him, watched them turn tail with their heads down almost as quickly as they had first come. You tried to ignore the coiling pit of unease in your belly as you considered moving forward with your plan, despite the fact that it seemed for all intents and purposes that Fett did not want to be bothered. You continued to watch the man as his attention was drawn back to the outside world. ‘ Oh, hell. You only live once, right? What’s the worst that could happen, he tells you to kark off?’

  “Hey… would you send a drink over to that table in the corner? Whatever he usually orders when he comes here.” You waved the bartender over, pointing a thumb over your shoulder at Boba Fett, jerking your chin in his direction as well for emphasis. You were trying to play it cool, sending a drink to the table of one of the most bloodthirsty men in the galaxy, but you were sure that the bartender could see your hand shaking as you made the request. The tall Bothan looked at you as if you had asked him for a diamond-encrusted barrel of Coruscanti bitters, straight from the Emperor’s private reserve.

  “...You sure about that, kid? You do know who that is, right? Boba Fett’s one tough customer. You’d be better off not messing around with that barve.” He leaned down towards you, warning you off as if you were a child, trying to play with the older kids who would only include you in their games if it meant beating you within an inch of your life. You nodded, looking back with what you hoped was a steely determination.

  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  The Bothan looked at you for a moment with great pity, as if he were gazing upon a creature that had just consigned itself to its doom. Heaving a sigh that quivered the fur lining his muzzle, the bartender turned and started preparing another drink.

  You couldn’t even look as the liquor was brought across the room by one of the ornate serving droids that wandered the cantina. You kept your head low, jiggling one leg on the stool beneath you, digging your fingernails into the glossy wood that encompassed the top of the bar. The minutes seemed to tick by excruciatingly, and you were overcome by the notion that maybe you should leave, get up and bolt when you still could, escape before Fett was aware of what fool had sent him the drink, go home to bed and forget any of this had ever happened. But too late - just as you were beginning to shift in your seat, to lean in the direction of the doorway and gather up the momentum to run, the bartender cleared his throat, causing your head to pop up at the sudden noise. The Bothan looked you in the eyes and did nothing but give you a subtle bob of his head, watching a point across the room. You followed his eyes, and stopped dead in your tracks.

  Boba Fett was staring at you.

  Openly leering at you was a better term for it, his entire body turned in your direction, lazily slumped in his seat, his legs spread comfortably wide. Kriff, this was just like your daydream. As soon as he was sure that he had your attention, and as if he had read your mind, one hand rose from its spot resting against the ample meat of his thigh, and two deft fingers hidden under an off-white glove of bantha leather beckoned you closer with a quick curling motion. It was an action that whispered, ‘ Come hither, my dear. Let’s play.’

  Your stomach lurched and your vision suddenly filled with black spots, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, the quick pain bringing you back from the brink of passing out. Your eyes refocused, the dark points fading away, and there he still sat, his position unchanged. He was waiting for you to come over. You looked back at the bartender for guidance - by now you were sure he had seen this song and dance played out here many times before - and the Bothan gave you a roll of his deep-set dark eyes, and a noncommittal shrug. He’d already written you off as another casualty, the sad result of human naïveté in the face of the galaxy’s bloodthirstiness.

  You rose from your stool on legs that felt as if they were made of bacta, your feet seeming to glide across the floor of the Atrium, bringing you ever closer to Boba Fett. The cantina patrons seemed to part like a sea for you, and you didn’t give a womp rat’s ass if they were staring, whispering about you. Your eyes and thoughts belonged only to the helmeted man who had beckoned you closer, and whose parted legs you were standing almost directly between when your long walk ended. You were so close that you could see yourself reflected in his blackened visor, dumbfounded. You were visibly trembling, and you could feel Fett’s body heat rolling off him, soaking into your own legs as you stood before him. It took you a moment to comprehend that he was waiting for you to speak, for you to make the first move.

  “...You’re here for Han Solo, aren’t you? Everyone knows you two have a rivalry and that you’ve been after him for ages now, and he’s here, and you’re here, and that can’t be a coincidence, right? It’s like -” The words rushed from your mouth in an excited torrent, and you were fully aware that you were babbling at him, but you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried. Every nerve-ending in your body felt sparked with the fire of a planet’s core, you were absolutely thrumming, and you didn’t care whether you sounded like an idiot in front of this man who you’d lusted after for ages, just as long as you were talking to him, that you had his attention. Mercifully, Fett’s palm came up, the same move he had used on the Zabraks earlier in the night. You stopped mid-sentence, your mouth still hanging upon, your eyes wide.

  “I’m here on business. What exactly that pertains to is none of your concern.” The reply was smooth and unhurried, and he didn’t even look at you. Boba Fett seemed much more concerned with what was going on outside the Atrium’s walls, his line of sight falling past you, towards the lights of the Administrator's Palace. Where Han Solo probably was, if the rumors of him being Leia Organa’s consort were true. So you were right. Even if he wouldn’t admit it in words, it was almost like the bounty hunter was showing you. At least, that’s how you chose to take it.

  “...Oh. Okay. ...Fair enough, I guess.” You cautiously replied, unsure of how to proceed when he offered no further conversation, and cringed inwardly. Stars , you were truly awful at small talk, especially with handsome men. No wonder you’d never gotten laid. Fett’s helmet snapped towards you like a sharp cut with a blade, his restraint with your dallying almost nonexistent, and you felt yourself flush hotly as you realized you’d just been staring blankly at him the entire time, drinking him up just as greedily as any Hutt would look upon a dancer. There was no way he couldn’t tell your intentions, and your confidence and excitability wavered. 

  “So what exactly is it that you want from me, girl? I don’t have the time nor the patience to be followed around and gifted tokens at bars by starry-eyed brats. Say what you will, or I’ll have you removed from my sight. Now .”

  There was ice in his voice, and you found yourself slightly afraid for the first time. The idea of Boba Fett growing angry with you was not something you wanted to experience. You had to say your piece now, or risk losing what you wanted forever. You balled your fists so hard that you were sure your nails were cutting through the skin of your palms, but you stood your ground. You weren’t going to let Fett intimidate you away from what you wanted of him, not now. You were too close.

  So you told him, blunt and straight to the point.

  “I’ve never been fucked. I want you to be my first.”

  Fett’s form stiffened in his seat, the gloved hand that had been nonchalantly resting on his thigh almost imperceptibly gripping the hard muscle beneath. You didn’t notice, nor were you able to sense the fact that he was holding his breath. 

  Despite the extraordinary self-control Boba Fett had cultivated over every aspect of his functions during his decades of bounty hunting, he felt his cock twitch involuntarily within the confines of his flight pants. He’d encountered plenty of cyar’tomade across the galaxy over the years, desperate creatures of all types looking to spend a night in his company just for the later bragging rights, others looking to fulfill some sort of bizarre erotic fantasy - he’d taken up plenty of those offers, and turned down even more. Boba Fett was a man who enjoyed sex, and he made no secret of the fact that he had been scoping the lounge for a prospective bedpartner after the meeting with Lieutenant Sheckil and his graysuits. That wretched smuggler Solo had a date with a carbonite chamber tomorrow evening after he and Vader’s planned ambush at the Administrator’s Palace in the morning, and Fett fully intended to vent some excess energy tonight before finally collecting on the barve’s hefty bounty. It was back to Jabba’s afterwards, and more bounties to collect on, and even less downtime. Fett enjoyed his life of solitude, practically thrived on it, but still… he was only human, and he had his needs. 

 What he hadn’t expected was being cornered and propositioned by a willing and eager virgin. And such a pretty thing, too. This was a first, and he had to admit he was already getting hard at the thought of teaching this naïf how to please a man, to be the one to take her like nobody had before, to show her just who exactly she was dealing with.

  “ Well … aren’t you a bold one.” He finally exhaled, still avoiding any semblance of eye contact with you, his focus seeming to be on stirring the cubes around his drink. You swallowed thickly, watching Fett’s index finger push the straw back and forth. He hadn’t touched the drink at all, but you didn’t care. You wanted that finger in your mouth, down your throat, glove and all, but shook yourself from the daydream when it occurred to you that Fett was watching, waiting for a response. 

  “I’ve found that fortune favors the bold.” You pushed yourself into the chair opposite him, trying to conceal how badly your legs were wobbling. You had waded chest-deep into completely unknown territory, and you felt as if you were going to faint at any moment if you didn’t take a seat. To emphasize your point, you reached out and grasped the drink you had sent to his table just minutes ago, tipping your head back and draining half of it in one swig. Your head swimming from the sudden rush of hard liquor, you settled the container back on the polished wood and steadied your gaze on the bounty hunter. Fett cocked his helmet at you, an amused snort emanating from underneath, a static edge to it thanks to the vocoder that helped conceal his voice. He laid his forearms on the table, leaning his upper body forward towards you, the posture of a gossiping schoolboy, mocking and insolent.

  “And what makes you think I’d want to be the one to break you in, vaar’ika ?”

  He almost purred the question, sickly sweet. There was no outright malice there, no, but he was teasing you; you could hear the laughter in his voice. You could tell he thought you were nothing but a stupid little girl who didn’t know what she was getting herself into, and it shamed you into silence. You felt your throat tightening, your eyes starting to burn, and you begged yourself, ‘ Don’t you dare start crying and prove him right. You know what you came here for. Don’t you dare. ’ But it was much easier said than done, and your attempt to coax yourself out of this panic only seemed to deepen it. You came this close to fulfilling your fantasy, you could have practically reached out and touched it, but it all had to fall to pieces because you were really nothing but a blubbering baby. You weren’t worthy of being with Boba Fett, and it had been a pipedream to think so even for a moment. 

  “I… I-I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what I was thinking , coming here. I’ve made an ass of myself and I’ve completely wasted your time, I’m so sorry -”

  Your eyes brimming with embarrassed tears, hot and heavy on your lashes and threatening to spill over at any moment, you ducked your head and pushed the chair out as quickly as you could, moving to brush past the still-seated bounty hunter and make a break for it out into the cool night air. With a harsh gasp, you felt yourself suddenly being jerked back by the elbow, almost stumbling with the force of the pull. Boba Fett’s gauntleted hand was gripping your arm in an iron hold, the black void of his visor locked onto your face. There was no way to tell, of course, and you couldn’t say how you knew, but you could have sworn he was smiling at you.

  “ I didn’t say no , little one . Tell me again what you want of me.” Fett intoned evenly, but not unkindly, releasing his hold on you. To your shock, he ran his hand down your arm as he let you go, and it almost felt - of all things - reassuring . Arousal pooled to your core so quickly at Fett’s surprisingly soft touch and tone that it took you a few extra moments to even register what he had said.

 ‘He didn’t say no. It wasn’t possible. Does he actually want to? ...And he called me ‘little one.’

  You could have died then and there, on the plush carpeted floor of the Paradise Atrium, but your words found you, every ounce of courage in your frame flooding through your veins at once.

  “Take me back to your ship. Let me give myself to you. I want to be yours tonight… only yours. Please .” You laid a trembling hand on his wrist, still expecting to be violently brushed away, told to back off and go home if you knew what was good for you, threatened with disintegration or a blaster shot to the chest or something . But the harsh gesture or violent threat never came. The scarred green helmet tilted downwards to regard your fingers clutching at the armor, and after a quiet beat, Boba Fett’s gaze returned yours. Although you couldn’t see the eyes hidden behind that dark, T-shaped visor, you could feel them burrowing into your very soul, sweeping over you greedily, like a prize to be taken. Shivers rippled up your arms and your stomach rolled, but you weren’t afraid. Not anymore. Silently, you withdrew your fingers, letting your hands fall limply to your sides, and Fett nodded, seemingly satisfied with your plea. 

  “As you wish, nehutyc’ika. Come, then.” With that, Boba Fett stood in one swift motion, and held one palm out for you to take, open and inviting.

  You felt as if you’d been kicked in the chest. You were instantly sober, any trace of alcohol from the night’s earlier wallowing fully flushed from your system by the influx of adrenaline currently screaming through your body. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and for a brief moment you wondered if he was playing with you, if this were some sort of sick joke, but you knew in the deepest recess of your heart that it wasn’t. He was serious. He’d made a career out of not backing down on deals. Boba Fett was a man of his word. 

  So you took his hand and let yourself be spirited away into the night by a figure from your best daydreams, and from other creatures’ worst nightmares.

#boba fett #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett x reader

[trashforhockeyguys]

Don’t Hold Me -13- Carter Hart

A/N: After a little break I’m back!! All previous parts are linked in my master list, as always! This is also super super fluffy. So enjoy that!!

You held tightly to Carter as you walked into the restaurant. You tried not to think too much about it, even if this wasn’t something you really wanted to do, you knew it had to be done. Ethan was only in town for a few days, and he needed to meet Carter. Carter was your….boyfriend. Which seemed strange to even think about. It all kind of snuck up on you, but here you were. 

“Just don’t feel bad if he harasses you about your stats,” You tried to tell him, “He kind of does that to everyone. Comes from years of playing, and growing up with guys that are in the league now.”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I can handle TK when he goes into protective bother mode, I think I can handle your actual brother.”

Your hands started sweating a little bit. You’d never been this nervous for your brother to meet anyone before, but that’s because you hadn’t felt this way about anyone else in a very very long time. It felt strange, the warmth spreading through your chest and the butterflies in your stomach. But these butterflies weren’t a warning, they were a way of telling you that this was a really good decision. Carter was a good thing, not someone to be afraid of. 

“You didn’t have to offer to take us to a place this nice either,” you said, trying to smooth down your dress again, “He would’ve been fine with fast food or something.”

Carter nudged you with his shoulder and smiled, “Hey, I wanna show your brother that I can treat you right. Besides, it’s about time I treated you to a nice dinner.”

“But the dress, and the reservations, and all of the-”

“Y/N, I get you aren’t used to this,” he said softly, “But this is what it means to be with someone who cares. You’ve eyed that dress every time we’ve passed that boutique. Just let me take care of you? Please, just this once?”

He wasn’t wrong. You’d been dreaming of getting the dress. It wasn’t anything over the top, simple and classic. The silk wasn’t like anything you currently owned, it felt so unlike you, yet like it was made for you at the same time. So to say that you’d been more than surprised when you found it on your bed after you got back from classes today with a note from Carter had been an understatement.

“Do you trust me?” He smiled, it’d become like a thing between you two, even if it had a much deeper meaning. 

“You know I do,” You replied softly.

He smiled and held onto you as the waiter led you to your table. Ethan wasn’t here yet, which you expected. You took a deep breath and sat down. You automatically started playing all the possible outcomes in your head. Maybe Ethan would hate Carter, maybe all of this was a big mistake. 

“Do you want some wine?”

Your shoulders sagged, finally letting go of some of the weight that was bearing down on you, “Yeah, wine would be good.”

He laughed and signaled the waiter over before telling him what he wanted. After the waiter was gone, Carter reached over and grabbed your hand, trying to calm you down as much as he could. Your heart seemed to jump as soon as he touched you. You weren’t used to the good feeling that came with being with someone. You only knew the tear, not the pure joy.

Not two minutes later, Ethan came strolling in. You held your breath as he shook Carter’s hand. This felt big...This was going outside of the little bubble you made in Philly. Carter meeting your brother made this all real. There really was no going back now, Carter was officially part of your life. 

“Hey you,” Ethan said, giving you a big hug.

“Hey.”

You held your breath as Carter held his hand out to Ethan. This felt too big. Ethan just smiled and did something that you didn’t expect, he hugged Carter. You went rigid for a moment, expecting something to backfire. You could tell that he said something to Carter, but you couldn’t tell what. But they were both smiling when the three of you sat down. 

“So, stats are looking pretty good so far Carter.”

“Seriously Ethan? We haven’t even gotten any food yet.”

Ethan cracked a big smile and both boys laughed, “I’m just joking. Don’t worry, sis.”

“You’re going to kill me, Ethan.”

“Would you rather me have brought Kora?”

You eyed him, hoping he’d drop that subject for a moment. Under the table, you felt Carter’s hand brush your’s. You smiled softly. Your body seemed to relax as soon as your hand was in his, like he knew you needed something to calm you. This all felt so big.

“I need to thank you,” Ethan said, looking at Carter, “For taking care of her. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she needs people.” 

Carter squeezed your hand. You felt your chest tighten just a little bit, but in a good way. Somehow a lot of your stress melted away in the last few days. You knew he was still out there, waiting, but you didn’t feel like you were being watched anymore. You felt a little safer, somehow. You were still scared to go anywhere alone, you knew he didn’t go anywhere near you as long as someone was with you. 

“How are classes?”

“You always ask that, and I always tell you that it’s fine.” You groaned, taking a sip of your wine, “I’m crushing everything.”

He smiled and tipped his glass to you before taking a long swig of his drink. The three of you settled into a sort of rhythm. The conversation flipped between you and Ethan back home, and hockey, and Carter’s life when he wasn’t tied to the Flyers. You felt comfortable and safe with them together. And they seemed to actually enjoy being there. You liked the idea of your brother and your boyfriend getting along. You weren’t sure what you would’ve done if they didn’t. 

Carter never let go of your hand. You knew he was doing that so you knew you had someone there. He’d squeeze it every now and again, a soft smile would tug on his lips. You were sure Ethan saw the gentle glaces between you and the young goalie, especially since you looked over at your older brother and saw him smiling just as softly. There was an understanding. 

Ethan could see how happy you were, and how safe you felt. He liked the way Carter seemed to be willing to do whatever he had to make sure you were okay. Ethan knew you weren’t one to depend on people, but he often felt horrible that he wasn’t closer Philly. He wanted to be there for you all the time, but stayed thankful for Travis and Nolan who were a phone call away from you. But Carter brought something different to the mix. 

“You seem happy,” Ethan said when Carter excused himself to use the bathroom. 

“I think I am E.”

“He brings out something different in you,” He almost laughed, “Haven’t seen it in a while.”

“You know, Travis said the same thing last week. I told him he was full of shit.”

He had to choke back a laugh. You almost felt normal again. Eating dinner with your boyfriend and your brother, joking about random things. By the end of the night you felt super relaxed and light. You’d forgotten about all the things you were afraid of, and for a moment you didn’t even care. 

You hugged Ethan goodbye and held onto Carter as the two of you walked throught the streets of Philly. You were comfortable with him, you felt like nothing wrong could happen as long as he was by your side. 

You didn’t have a reason to doubt that. He’d never given you a reason to doubt him. In fact, he worked hard to prove that he wouldn’t let you down. You could never thank him enough for everything he’d done already. He opened his apartment to you, and now you spent more time there than you did in your dorm. Mostly because you didn’t like being in your dorm room alone when Kora wasn’t there. But even still, he told you that you could bring Kora over anytime you wanted, even when he was on a road trip. Which turned into a sleepover or two while he was gone. 

“You’re very smiley,” He nudged you as the two of you turned the corner.

“I’m just happy,” You replied, tucking yourself into his side.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhm, my brother likes you,” You pointed out, “And you don’t hate him. So yeah, I’m happy.”

He let out a little laugh and kissed the top of your head. You hoped this feeling never went away. You didn’t understand what people were talking about when they said being in lobe felt like you were flying, but you understood now. 

You didn’t want this feeling to ever go away. You liked being in love with Carter. Because...well you were in love with him. You weren’t sure if you’d ever know what this felt like, but now that you knew you never wanted it to go away.

“You know, I-”

You stopped dead in your tracks. You could feel the blood drain from your face. He was there, not more than a couple of hundred yards in front of you. You tugged Carter’s arm back, so he’d turn back around. It only took him one little glance at your face to tell that something was wrong. 

“Y/N?”

“You need to get me out of here,” your throat felt like it was going to close up, “Please.” 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Y/N?”

“He’s here.”

Next thing you knew Carter was opening the car door for you. You weren’t even sure how you got back to the car. Your whole body was shaking. The free feeling you were enjoying all night was gone. You could lie to yourself all you wanted, but as long as he was in the city, you wouldn’t be safe. He knew where to find you, and he’d keep coming back time and time again.

Your mind was racing, trying to come up with some type of plan. You couldn’t keep living in fear like this, it wasn’t healthy. You were meant to be living large, that’s what the college years were for. But instead you felt trapped. You couldn’t go home, and there wasn’t a place in this city that felt safe to you, not when he knew were everything was.

Carter’s hand was on your leg, reminding you that you were safe. You knew he wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t afraid for him. Being involved with you wasn’t easy anymore. Anything could happen to Carter and it could all be your fault.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside,” His voice was soft and gentle. 

Everything with Carter just seemed warm and cozy, like a fire on a cold winter day. You were selfish in the way that you didn’t want to let that go. You never wanted to stop being able to experience it.

“How about a nice bath? I got those bath salt things you mentioned the other week. And those essential oils too. Would that help?”

You looked at him in a dazy kind of shocked way. You mentioned those things in passing just once. You told him they might help him wind down after a tough game or something, and that they always helped you. You were in awe of the man next to you. He had enough to think about with his own career, yet he was surprising you at every turn. Every chance he got, he was doing something to take care of you. Something that was completely unnecessary, yet he seemed to take pride in that.

When the two of you got into his apartment, he led you to the large master bath, which happened to have the very deep bathtub that you had the tendency to spend hours soaking in while he was on a road trip. 

Carter had you sit on the closed toilet while he started to run the water for the bath. You watched as he set up a diffuser for the oils you liked, which you didn’t even know that he knew you to do. You realized as you sat there, that you’d never not feel completely at ease with Carter. 

There was just something about him that made life easy for you. Despite everything that was happening, he made it easy. 

Once the tub was filled, and everything ready for you, Carter turned and gave you a small smile. You wanted to ask what you’d done to deserve him. You couldn’t understand how life decided to bring you two together in such a way as this. But you were more than grateful. 

“I’ll just be on the other side of the door if you need me, okay?”

You nodded, wishing there was some way you could ask him to stay. Only because you didn’t want to be alone. You wanted to spend as much time with him as you possibly could. Even though you were more than comfortable with him, you always seemed to have a ticking clock going in the back of your head, just waiting until school was over and the season ended. Who knows what would happen to the two of you once summer hit. You weren’t even sure where you were going, and how you’d manage to keep up with Carter.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Can you stay?” You said it before you could stop yourself, “Sorry….I didn’t mean to say that….I just didn’t want to be alone.”

He stood in the doorway for a second before glancing around the bathroom. His eyes seemed to land on a spot because a small smile tugged on the corner of his lips before he kicked off his shoes and tugged off his dress jacket and tie. He grabbed a spare fluffy towel and put it on the ground next to the end of the tub, where your head would be, and then sat down. From that spot, you knew his back would be to you. 

“I’ll stay right here. Unless you don’t want me to.”

“No...staying is good.”

He settled onto his spot on the floor and pulled out his phone, “Do you want music?”

You nodded and waited until he looked away to start taking your dress off. You slid into the warm water around the same time that soft gentle music started playing from Carter’s phone. You settled into the warm water, willing it to somehow melt everything away.

Despite the fact that you were naked, with Carter just inches away from you, there wasn’t a bit of sexual tension. It was almost like this was normal. You couldn’t understand how he managed to make you feel so at ease all of the time. No matter the situation, he was the calm in the storm. 

“Thank you.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand reach back towards you. You reached over to grab it. The simple touch brought a strange sense of comfort to you. You weren’t sure how you’d allowed yourself to become so attached to him. You swore you wouldn't do this again, yet here you were. You always longed to be with him. No amount of time seemed to be long enough.

The warm water relaxed your muscles, you felt safe. Like nothing could get you inside these walls. You were safe and happy with him. Those two feelings seemed to be a constant. Which was something you were far from used to. You didn’t know what it was like...until now. You wished you could just bottle this moment and keep it forever. Keep the peace, and the happiness. 

It wasn’t about falling anymore. Not when you already fell. You couldn’t stop something that already happened. The truth was, you were in love with him. You loved Carter more than you could understand. It snuck up on you, and didn’t give you a chance to defend yourself. But this...this was welcomed. Because somehow, you knew he was worthy of your love.

Because, the truth was... you loved Carter.

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[side-shawty]

Burn XIV (Stark!Reader)

XIV: Family Business

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Type: series

Prompt/Summary: Family is not just blood.

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Stark!reader, Tony Stark x daughter!reader

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

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The next morning you somehow found yourself a tangle of arms and legs with Peter. 

After the initial wariness of your surroundings faded you were still finding it hard to believe this was all real you relaxed into him again. You pushed your face into his chest and breathed in his calming scent as his strong arms unconsciously tightened around you. 

Your eyes slipped closed again and you were almost asleep again when the light sliding of the door opening could be heard. 

You hoped they’d go away once they saw you were both asleep but there was no such peace with the Avengers.

“Aww look at how cute they are. You owe me five bucks Sam,” Natasha spoke.

“No you owe me, I said they’d be attached at the hip within 12 hours and you said 20,” you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“Okay, but I said 8 so, both of you pay up,” Bucky interrupted and it took everything in you not to look at them and roll your eyes. 

You could hear the exchange of money and Bucky’s over-enthused “Thank you,” in reply.

Peter groaned beside you and held you closer, “You guys are way too loud,” he told them, eyes still closed.

“And you’re way too stingy, can’t we see her too?” Nat said and you giggled a little at that, effectively blowing your cover.

“She’s up!” Sam said and you and Peter both sat up, rubbing at your eyes and stretching.

“She wants to go back to sleep,” you told them and they laughed lightly.

“No time for that. Time for hugs,” Nat said, coming to your side of the bed. 

Meanwhile, Peter got out of the bed and told you he’d be back with breakfast before kissing your cheek. The simple action made you giddy.

“Bleh,” Bucky fake gagged as Peter left and he and sam sat in his now vacant spot.

You hugged each of them tight, you hadn’t realized how much you missed everyone. 

“So lover boy was here all night, huh?” Sam asked wiggling his eyebrows as if he didn’t know the answer.

“Yes he was, we talked and we slept and I will take no more questions,” you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“That better be it,” Bucky said but there was no threat in his voice that warranted concern.

“Gosh, you’re really showing your age today aren’t you Buck?” Nat teased before turning to you. “Earlier he asked me what an AirPod was,” she laughed and you laughed with her.

“And here I thought you were getting the hang of this new fangled century,” you told him.

“Listen I’m trying okay, everything is so fancy for no reason,” he sulked and you laughed again.

“Seriously though kid, how are you?” Sam questioned and they all looked at you expectantly.

“In one piece,” you said honestly. “Some scrapes and bruises and a cut on the back of my neck that’ll probably scar but I’m alive,” you smiled.

“Was it a shock device?” Bucky asked darkly.

You hesitated before answering, “Yeah.”

Bucky’s metal arm flexed as he balled his hand into a fist, “I’ll fucking kill those HYDRA assholes one day.”

You placed a hand on top of his fist, “Hey,” he looked up at you, “I’m alright. Thanks to all of you I’m here and breathing. I love you guys.” 

Before you knew it they pulled you into a hug and you held back tears giving you their own declarations of love. When Peter came back in with food they all decided to let you eat in peace with your boyfriend. Peter told you the doctors would be here around one and in the meantime, you’d probably get several visitors. 

All too soon, he had to leave for the city, there was only so much school he could avoid without the possibility of not graduating on time. He left with a promise returning that evening and a soft kiss on your lips. 

Before anyone new came in you asked FRIDAY to call your mom downstairs. She helped you shower and change into sweats and one of Peter’s shirts with a wink. She told you that she would have stayed longer but Morgan would be waking up for the day soon. 

Your dad stopped by for a little after she left and after Sam and Bucky blew something up he also had to leave.

The next ones to walk through the door were Steve and Rhodey.

“Well if it isn’t two of my favorite soldiers,” you smiled as they walked in.

“As long as I’m the number one favorite I accept,” Rhodey said before gathering you into his arms for a tight hug.

When he let go Steve was next, “Keep dreaming Rhodes.” 

“Well I would tell you who my favorite was if I thought it wouldn’t hurt your feelings,” you told them as they had taken the same positions as everyone else and sat on either side of you.

“C’mon now Y/N you wouldn’t want to give the old man a heart attack.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“Anyways, how are you Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Good, healing, y’know? Seems like it’ll be a long process but I feel better than I did when I first woke up last night.”

“I’m glad to hear it, we’re only going up from here.”

“Definitely, by the way, I haven’t seen Thor, Clint, or Bruce today.”

“Thor is off-world, apparently whatever HYDRA used to brainwash Harley is similar to the mind stone so he’s trying to get it out ahead of it,” Steve told you.

“Clint had to run home, Laura is going to give birth soon and Bruce should be by later with your other doctors,” Rhodey finished.

“Ah got it. I cant wait for little Y/N to be born,” you said.

“Yeah because Barton is definitely gonna want to name is kid after the girl who put retractable grates in the vents to mess with him,” Rhodey rolled his eyes.

“Well he shouldn’t have tried to prank me on my own turf.”

“Everywhere is your turf,” Steve said.

You grinned, “Exactly.”

Steve hesitated before speaking again and his face became solemn, “Listen I’m sorry that I couldn’t do more for you that night.”

“So am I, we’re family, I should have protected you,” Rhodey added. They both let their heads hang low.

You took one of each of their hands into you, “You guys, look at me,” they obeyed, “I’m so incredibly happy right now you have no idea. A lot went wrong but I’m okay, even if I do have to spend a couple extra days in here.”

They both smiled at you and things felt okay again. They stayed for a little while longer leaving you with words of encouragement before you were once again left alone.

However, you weren’t suffocating the way you had been at HYDRA. You asked FRIDAY to project the water by the compound onto the right wall, it felt like you could finally release all the tension in your body.

Before you knew it your eyes slipped closed and you fell asleep.

——

You were awakened again by the sound of the door opening, this time Bruce and your dad walked in with —

“Well this is quite the surprise,” you said smiling.

“How could I not visit my favorite fire-wielding hero,” he spoke and made his way over to bring you into a tight hug.

Bruce hugged you next with a smile and then went over to one of the machines you had unhooked when you first woke up. Your dad gave you a kiss on the forehead and then stood beside the other scientist.

“To what do I owe the pleasure Doctor Strange?” You asked.

“You know me,” He took a seat next to you on the bed, “I love popping in and out but after I heard what happen I made sure your dad kept me in the loop. I know magic stuff keeps me busy but I am still your Godfather,” he told you.

“Mystical Godfather,” Tony threw in, “A totally made up title.”

Strange rolled his eyes and silently mocked your dad, “Still a title.”

“Debatable.”

You laughed lightly at their childishness.

“In all seriousness though, your dad ordered a full workup. He said your flames turned purple and wanted to make sure it didn’t damage your body in a non-tradition sense,” he told you and you nodded.

“So I only get a visit if my life at risk?” You asked overdramatically, throwing a hand to your forehead, “You wound me.”

“Haha, very funny. Now sit up straight while I work my … magic,” he said.

“Booo, your jokes have gotten worse since Christine got pregnant,” However, you sat up straight as he stood.

Strange was quick to begin in a flash of warm light symbols surrounded you, several of them had even went in and out of your body. 

After a few minutes, he was finished and the light and symbols faded away. His face was littered with mixed emotions.

“What is it?” You asked, concerned.

“Are you alright?” Strange asked and the question grabbed the attention of Bruce and Tony.

You were confused, “I mean aside from some injuries that might scar I feel fine.”

“Tired? Weak? Foggy mind?” Strange asked.

“Barely, it was bad when I first woke up though. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Part of what a ‘full workup’ is is looking into your soul or aura and it seems like whatever happened when you released those purple flames caused a hole,” Strange explained. 

The room was silent. All three men looked at you anxiously as you sat in shock, you weren’t sure what to say.

“So a piece of he is just poof! Gone?” Tony asked, bewildered at the idea.

“It’s a small piece but essentially, yes. There’s a chance it may come back over time but things like this are usually done only in dire situations of stress or emotional turmoil.”

“Well my situation checks all the boxes,” you said quietly to yourself.

It was then that tour father decided to move from his spot beside Bruce and wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I think so, this is just a lot to process.”

He nodded and the room fell into silence once again.

“Well on the bright side,” Bruce spoke up, “It seems the damage Hydra did to your powers was temporary. If your readings are correct, you should be at 100% in no time,” he finished with a comforting smile.

“Thanks, Bruce. That actually does make me feel a little better,” you smiled with him.

After that Bruce ran a couple more tests and then the three men were gone again. However, your father did leave you your phone which you were beyond grateful for. You were playing a random game on it when Dr. Evans came to give you a quick check-up and update before leaving. 

You had a few more hours of peace before your next visitor decided to show their face, it had to be well after sunset by now. 

There were two knocks on your door and you replied for them to come in. You locked your phone and placed it on your bed as he entered and for some reason seeing him made you lose your breath.

“Harley,” you whispered.

•

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SIREN'S SONG (ii)

Part (i) , Part (ii) , Part (iii) , Part (iv)

Type: au!Suguro Geto x fem!reader

Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, swearing, mentions of sex (just once) anything else lemme know

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You were right there. Sitting by the window, sipping on coffee and calmly listening to music. Memories came rushing back to Geto. Everything that happened two years ago came back and hit him hard. "Oi, what do you want to eat?" Gojo asked snapping Geto out of it. "Uh... anything's fine, a sandwich would do. Take it back home ill be there in a while." "Geez, why are you suddenly acting weird?" "I'm not, just take the food and go home!" Gojo looked around to see what was causing him to be on edge. "Geto, are you seriously acting weird because of that woman sitting over there?" He asked geto raising an eyebrow "You know what, don't answer that. I'll wait for you at home." Gojo says grabbing the food and walking out. Geto walked up to you "Is this seat taken?" You looked at him "Sure, go ahead." Geto sat across you hesitantly. He looked at you, the way you changed your appearance. Your long hair that went down to your waist was now at your shoulder, you had more piercings and your outfit was completely opposite to your personality. You weren't wearing all black clothes that hugged your skin, you were wearing a loose top and a pair of jeans. "Are you just gonna stare at me like the pervert you are or make conversation?" You broke the silence and took off your earbuds. "I-I'm so-" "I already told you to save it." "I'm sorry. I have to say it! You cannot tell me not to apologize! My hearts been broken ever since I did that to you! Y/n, please give me another chance I love y-" "No you don't." Your voice was calm and low. Geto on the other hand was getting stares from a few people because he was talking a bit too loud "I do. H-How did you survive?" "Why do you want to know? You didn't have the balls to help me." "Just tell me, Y/n!"

~FLASHBACK~

You were lying on the floor surrounded by a pool of blood mixed with your sweat and tears. You felt heartbroken for the first time. Sadness was all you could feel as your body started to give up. You suddenly felt someone wrap something around your wound and lift you, you had no energy to fight them you were practically half dead. The only thing you hoped was that it wasn't Geto who saved you. A few hours later, you woke up and looked around. You felt pain in your stomach return as you moved and started to recall everything. "You're up?" You faced the door as you saw a girl walk in. She was almost 5'5", probably in her early twenties, had short brown hair and wore a hoodie that was down to her knees. "You were pretty bad." She said bringing the soup in "Crappy ex or an intruder? Didn't look much like an intruder so I'm going to go with crappy ex." You looked at her as she took a spoon of soup and brought it to your mouth "I'm not great at making soup so I got the ready-made ones..." you quietly drank the soup "What's your name little one?" You asked her "I'm not little! I'm twenty-one! And my name is Miya, just Miya" she said as she kept the empty bowl to the side "And you Miss?" She asked. You both spoke for a while and you realized Miya didn't have a job and lived to pickpocket. You took her in and helped her and showed her your gratitude for saving your life.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

"After I became more conscious I bandaged my wound up and got it treated." You lied. You didn't want anyone to know you took in Miya. Especially the guy who left you to bleed, to die. He did not deserve to know what happened to you after he ran away. You got up from the seat implying the conversation you had was over. "Y/n, please..." Geto held your hand which you immediately pulled away "Don't touch me." You said looking at him with eyes that could pierce his heart. "I love you, Y/n. I always have! Ever since I met you and I've fallen harder!" "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You? In love with me? Have you lost your fucking brain cells?" "Please, Y/n. Give me another chance!" You looked at him disappointed and walked out of the cafe. He followed you "Please! If not another chance at least let me explain myself!" "Explain yourself or lie to me more?" You stopped and turned to look at him, tears falling uncontrollably off his face. He looked pathetic. He looked like you when you were dying two years back. "Y-Y/n..." "Fine. Just give me your address." You say giving him a pocket notebook. He wasted no time and wrote the address "I'll be there." You said and walked off. That evening you stood in front of his house and knocked on the door. "You made it!" He said with a warm smile as he let you in. "Please sit..." "Sure. Start explaining." You said not wasting any time. "I-I was fascinated by your stories, they said you were unstoppable. Many people who tried to kill you died by you. I wanted to be the first one to kill you." "You got close." "But I couldn't. I fell in love with you, Y/n. You made me happy. You showed me happiness that I couldn't find anywhere else." "But you still tried." "I-I wanted to kill you before you left for good. I'm sorry but my life is meaningless without you!" "You said you loved me, I made you happy, there's no one like me but yet you STABBED ME and left me to DIE! You ran away like a coward! You were scared! You made me FALL for you, Sug- Geto!" Geto held your waist and pulled you closer and cupped your face with his free hand, oh how you missed his touch, the way he caresses your cheek to calm you down. "Please don't hurt more. I'm sorry!" He said under his breath. He lifted your chin and locked eyes with you, your lips were not even an inch away from his. "Give me another chance, Y/n." He said and he kissed you, you kissed back giving him your approval. You pulled back and looked at him, his unreadable eyes were now filled with mixed emotions. "Do you know what a Siren is?" You said pulling him to the bed on top of you. "A siren is a beautiful creature who lures sailors to their death." Geto said as he kissed your neck "When a Siren lets a Sailor go, do you know what that means?" You said holding his head "It means the Siren fell in love?" Geto asked moving the kisses to your lips. "No, it means she's saving her meal for later..." "What do you me-" Geto's eyes widened as he felt something sharp sink into his abdomen. "It means, A Siren will never let you go the next time." It all came to Geto, he finally got it. He messed with the wrong woman. "Now... you said your heart is broken into pieces right?" You said pulling out the knife from him making him scream from pain. "Let's see if it's true but remember Geto, I loved you but you took my love for granted." You caressed his cheek as he winced in pain "Never forget, a Siren's Song never ends" And with that, you pierced the knife into his heart as you kissed him one last time and felt the life from his body leave. You got up and grabbed your phone and called Miya "Please clean up the mess." "Roger that" with that, you hung up and walked out of the room "Suguro, I got us Kikufuku! Let's ea-" you both stood there staring at each other as the bag from Gojo's hand drop. "You-You're the Siren?"

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Hurricane // The Pogues

word count: 1.6k

pairing: platonic!core four x reader

warnings: angsty, phsyical abuse, cursing

summary: you weren’t sure how fast it all happened, but you found a family in the pogues. luckily, with a one worded message, they come to your side when you need them most.

request: hello! maybe something about being friends with all the pogues and then something happens to you and they all like take care of you or whatever, you can take this however you like!! thank you

a/n: took a darker twist with this like i usually do oops. italics are a flashback! hope you guys enjoy this!

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You weren’t quite sure how you ended up in this position. It was practically monsooning outside as you sat on the floor of your bedroom, curled in a ball. You had heard the news through the door of your room enough to understand a major tropical storm was hitting the coast, but that didn’t matter.

About three years ago, your parents had disappeared, leaving you to the custody of your aunt who wanted nothing to do with you. At first, it was fine. There wasn’t much arguing, you just did your own thing and stayed out of her way as much as you could, spending your time with the resident Pogues who you called your own family. After the first year, things started getting iffy. Your aunt started seeing people and coming back completely drunk, taking her emotions out on you no matter what the cost, whether it helped her or not.

Your friends never knew the full intensity of what was hiding behind closed doors. You didn’t want to seem weak, or ungrateful because really, living with her had given you the best friends you could ever ask for, but you were struggling.

It was a particularly bad week. Your aunt’s supposed boyfriend had cheated on her, something she found to be your fault for some reason. You had plans with the group tonight, but once she stormed through the door in a fury, you knew it wasn’t happening. Seeing the darkness in her eyes, the anger, you quickly sent a text in the group chat before the first slap connected to your cheek.

“What if you ran away?” JJ asked as he sat across from you in the sand. “Would she notice? You could just stay here, with us, all the time.”

You shook your head, leaning back against the piece of driftwood behind you. “I need to wait until I’m 18. That way I can get what my parents left behind, maybe enough to find my own place here and get away from her.”

“What if something happens before then?” Kiara was worried. Not only did JJ have battles with his father, but learning your aunt was just as bad had her clearly upset. She hated knowing you guys had to struggle through any of that. “You guys, seriously. What if one day something happens and you need help?”

Pope snapped his fingers as he thought of an idea. “A code word. If it’s ever really bad, you could send like…” He trailed off as he tried to think of a word.

“Hurricane,” You mumbled as you played with the sand under your fingers. JJ hummed since he couldn’t hear you which made you speak up again. “Hurricane, because they’re dangerous, deadly even.”

John B nodded. “Then we have it. If anyone ever needs us to drop everything and help, send a hurricane.”

You prayed the little blue bubble had sent across your screen, the code word in place as you collided with the ground. Your aunt was in a rage as she continued to attack you left and right, the gems of her jewelry slicing your skin. Her hand latched in your hair as she dragged you up the stairs leaving barely any time to keep up with her. She slammed you against the wall just outside of your room.

You felt your head rattle with the action, pain surging through you as you winced. “God, I knew I should’ve declined that call when they asked if I could take you in. Nothing good has come out of it!” Her nails dug into your shoulder, making you whimper as she drew blood. She threw your door open and practically kicked you inside, slamming it shut as you landed in a heap on the floor.

Your lung burned as you fought to breathe through the pain in your ribs. You curled into a ball in an attempt to ease the strain on your body as you tried to catch your breath. Your arms were bleeding from your aunt’s nails, scalp sore from her ripping on your hair. You weren’t sure how bad everything was, but you also didn’t want to find out.

“Where is she?” John B’s shout echoed through the entire house. You could hear more yelling, something crashing against the floor. Footsteps pounded on the stairs before your door was opened again.

You flinched when someone’s hand touched your shoulder. “No!” You whined as you squeezed yourself in a tighter ball to prevent further harm.

“Y/N/N, come on, babe. It’s me. We gotta move.” JJ’s hands were gentle as he shifted you so he could see your face. Kiara leaned down, her fingers brushing the deep scratch on your arms before she kneeled next to you. After a moment of consolation, you released your tight grip and blinked up at them, fighting the tears in your eyes.

“Fuck,” Kiara mumbled as she wiped the water from your cheeks. “Come on. JJ, get her out to the van. I’ll get her stuff.”

You let out a small scream as JJ lifted you off the ground, earning instant apologies as he moved from the room. “You’re okay. We’ve got you.” You closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to pass as JJ climbed down the stairs carefully.

“Is she okay?” Pope’s voice filled your ears as you looked over. Broken glass was scattered amongst the floor but your aunt was nowhere in sight. Thankfully both boys looked completely fine with zero evidence of injury on them.

John B caught your curious eyes and answered your inevitable question. “She left. Said she wasn’t drunk enough to deal with this. We don’t know where she went.”

“Kie’s getting her stuff together. Will one of you help her?” JJ nudged his head up the stairs, to which Pope responded and ran up to assist his friend. John B set a hand on JJ’s shoulder as he took into account your injuries. He shook his head before moving towards the door. JJ tried to shield you from the rain as the two of them ran towards the van.

You whimpered as JJ shifted awkwardly to place you on the seat, earning more apologies from the blonde boy. “You’re fine, I’m fine. It’s okay,” You mumbled. John B took over helping you while JJ ran back inside to help the other two.

“Hey,” He whispered as he sat by your side. You gave him a forced smile in return as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it. John B had always been a brother figure, someone you could share anything with and you weren’t afraid to let him see when something was wrong.

“Hi,” You mumbled back as his thumb rubbed against the back of your hand. “Thank you. For saving me.”

John B swore he would cry at the tone in your voice. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead. “Can you sit up for me? I gotta get your shirt off if that’s okay.” You nodded, biting your cheek as he helped you sit up. His hands were careful as he pulled your t-shirt over your head, leaving you in your shorts and sports bra. “Shit, Y/N.”

You almost didn’t glance down, his reaction being enough to let you know that it was bad. Your ribs were turning an ugly purple color, slightly swollen. You exhaled, laying back against the seat. You were overwhelmed with the events of the night and tears threatened to spill.

“Hey, no, no, no. Don’t cry.” John B placed his hand on your cheek, rubbing your tears away as you shook your head. “It’s okay. We’ve got you now, I promise.”

At that moment, your friends jumped back in the van with various bags filled with your stuff. Pope and Kiara took John B’s spot in helping treat your injuries and clean you up while JJ hopped in the driver’s seat to head back to the chateau.

Once you were inside, Kiara helped you change into comfier clothes including one of JJ’s oversized t-shirts and a pair of sweats. You had always craved someone’s presence when you were hurt or upset and this was no different. Walking back into the main room, the boys were already laying across the pullout couch, some movie playing on the screen.

Pope offered you his hand as you crawled up near your friends, settling in between them. You could feel various comforting touches as Kiara settled in next to you, your head laying in JJ’s lap as you situated yourself in between his legs. John B’s fingers played with your hair as you hugged JJ’s waist tightly, feeling his hands rub across your back. Your eyes threatened to shut as you listened to the sound of the movie and the pouring rain outside. Before long, you were asleep amongst the comfort and security of your friends.

There was still a battle ahead of you with leaving your aunt behind and finding your own place in The Cut so you could be with your friends, but in the moment, none of that mattered. All you cared about were the people around you who you considered family and loved more than anything. With them by your side, you knew whatever happened would be okay.

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The Price of Being A Hero

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Warnings: None really

A/N:

Could this be . . . angst? On my blog? Nah, I already did some/have been doing some, but I got this request a long time ago and finally finished it nearly a month later. Then took another month putting it through my system before I was able to post it . . . .

Yeah I have no excuse.

Huge thank you (and also sorry) to @why-am-i-here-please-help-me​​ for requesting!

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When you’re a hero, fighting is a part of your job. It was an unspoken fact that every day, when you went out on patrol, you put your life on the line for your city.

Tamaki knew this, and so did you. It was what you had trained for since high school, and simply a small downside to your dream. A dream that you were now able to live every day of your life.

Today was a day as any other; you were wandering your route with your boyfriend, Tamaki, ensuring the sector of the city was safe. You made idle conversation with him, the sounds of your moving and shifting costumes quietly accompanying your voices.

This was how the two of you had met, and over the past few years, you’d only grown closer with each other.

The both of you rounded a corner, amiably discussing plans for a day off when someone ran up to you.

“Heroes! Thank goodness.” The man must have been about ten years older than the you, and looked distressed and out of breath.

“What is it?” you asked.

“That guy over there just blew up the bank!” The citizen pointed behind him and took off running again, along with a small crowd of other people trying to get away from the chaos.

Sure enough, when you looked a little further ahead, you saw smoke pouring out of the windows from a building. You and Tamaki ran towards it, eyes scanning for a possible culprit. It wasn’t difficult to spot him, seeing as he was the only one moving in the opposite direction of the crowd. Also, he had a large bag of cash gripped in one hand.

You commenced in pursuit, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to you and your boyfriend coming up fast after him. Unfortunately, he happened to glance behind himself, immediately picking up his pace at the sight of two heroes with their focuses trained on him.

He began weaving through pedestrians and hopping over cars, attempting to shake both you and Tamaki from his tail. You, however, happened to work very well as a team together. You were the faster of your pair, so Tamaki allowed you to go ahead.

Without the villain noticing, you cut him off, skidding to a halt in front of him as Tamaki came up from behind. In a last minute effort, your culprit turned and ducked into an alley. The two of you followed him into the narrow space, noticing that within a few meters, it dead ended.

It was as if both you and Tamaki had the same thought: Got him.

The villain took one look at the wall before him, whirling around to face the two heroes who had cornered him.

“A bank? Seriously?” you mocked, knowing that he was captured. “At least try to be more original.” You sauntered closer to him, mind intent on the best way to secure the man so you could drag him back to your hero station for Fatgum and the police to deal with. “You’re coming with us.”

“I don’t think so.” The man sneered at you.

You glanced up, reminding yourself that you had to be wary of his quirk, especially since there weren’t any physical signs to clue you in as to what it might be. That civilian guy had said he had bombed the bank? Maybe it was something explosive like that Ground Zero’s quirk. His friend, Red Riot, never quite shut up about him.

Just as you began to ready your own quirk for defense, the villain before you dropped his bag. You watched as his hand transformed into a single, long katana sword, silvery and serrated. Swift as lightning, he brought it down on you, slicing from just above your collarbone to your shoulder.

Tamaki witnessed the glinting flash of the villain’s sword cut you in slow motion. He hadn’t had enough time to react. You had been too far away.

Rage began to leak into Tamaki’s nerves. How dare he? It was a hero’s duty to safely capture and secure villains with minimal damage, but for the villains themselves, there were no rules. No regulations other than their own fleeting morals in the heat of a moment. And many of them had no objection to murdering a hero in cold blood. This was the risk you took every day, and this was the horrific price of justice.

Less than a second after the man’s sword came into contact with you, Tamaki raised his hand and activated his quirk, turning each of his fingers into long, red octopus arms. He sent two towards the villain, but the man was ready, slashing at the appendages with his saber-hand. 

Tamaki’s world felt like it was shattering around him, time slowing as the metal blade sliced towards his writhing tentacles. You were everything to him, but now, because of this man, this man, you were hurt. You were suffering, and it had been all Tamaki’s fault for not stopping you from getting any closer. It should be him bleeding to death on the ground, never you.

Tamaki sent a third appendage, this one lower, at the villain’s legs. He dragged the man towards him and away from you, wrapping a shell-enforced tentacle around his manifested weapon.

You were always so cocky, too cocky for Tamaki’s comfort. The minute you felt like you were in control of a situation, you tended to exercise it, finding satisfaction in the defeat of law-breakers. Tamaki had brought it up only twice, but he guessed that it wasn’t enough to have made you stop. It wasn’t as though anything had ever come by it. Until now. And now you were both paying the price of actions already done.

Just as Tamaki pulled him within a foot of his body, the villain morphed his left hand into a second sword, slicing off the tentacle that had captured him. He took the moment of Tamaki’s wince of pain to stagger to his feet and try to bolt past him, only to be grabbed once more around his entire body. 

All Tamaki could do was ensure that you would be avenged. This man would pay for his actions against you. The only thing Tamaki could do for now was to capture him. Maybe there was still a glimmer of hope for you. Maybe the ambulance would be fast, and you would live. This man was the only thing standing in the way of that.

Tamaki pulled him in, clocking him over the head with a hard clam shell manifested on his other hand, making sure the villain slumped completely forward, solidifying his defeat.

The hero double checked that he was out cold, noting how his body had gone completely limp. Next he whirled around, ready to help you, prepared for the worst.

Except, you weren’t on the ground. You weren’t even bleeding. Your costume was torn, yes, but otherwise, you looked perfectly fine.

“Wow,” you said, removing the hand that was holding up an edge of your costume to clap. “I’ve never seen you take down a villain like that before. You made it look so easy! Your form was perfect and everything. I really—”

Tamaki cut you off, running full throttle towards you and crushing you in a hug. “You’re alright!” he said, feeling pent up tears begin to spill a little from his eyes. “You’re here, you’re okay.” Tamaki continued to whisper these words for a few moments, solidifying to himself that you weren’t lost, and were instead in his arms. Right where you belonged.

“Hey,” you said, beginning to rub at his back. His hero cape creased and smoothed with the circular motions of your hand. He noticed you were shaking a little, and that only made him hold you tighter. “Don’t you remember?” you asked gently. “My quirk?”

Your quirk . . . that had been one of the last things on Tamaki’s mind. “What about it?”

“Metal can’t hurt me,” you explained. “I can get cut, but I heal really fast. It’s kind of a weird and random side effect to the other, more hero-ey aspect, but that’s just something I can do.”

Now that you said it, Tamaki did remember you mentioning that part of your power before.

“It’s alright now,” you said, pulling back so you could place a kiss on Tamaki’s forehead, which had grown damp with cold sweat.

“Don’t ever do that again,” Tamaki said, brow furrowing with his seriousness. You placed a hand on his cheek to brush away the small tear streak that had briefly run down his face. “I want you to promise me.”

“I will.” You averted your gaze, feeling foolish and slightly ashamed of your actions. If the villain had had any other, more dangerous quirk, you could very well have been dead right now.

Tamaki placed his hand over yours, tilting your chin with his opposite so you could once again meet his eyes. “I’m so glad you’re alright.”

“Me too.”

The sound of a car pulling up a few feet away from you caught your attention. A few policemen stepped out, looking from the passed out man on the ground to your hunched figures further back in the alley.

“This the bank robber?” one of them called over to you.

You pulled apart, walking up to the men and woman dressed in blue. “Yeah.”

Tamaki let you deal with everything, just as he always did. He watched from a safe distance away as you made your statements, gave your report, and even greeted a passing journalist. 

Tamaki wanted to get going. Where there was one reporter, there would inevitably be a swarm, no matter how small the crime. Besides, he had something more important on his mind that he needed to do.

As if half reading his mind, you began to say your farewells to the policemen, making sure the villain was safely secured in the car. You came back and collected Tamaki, going about what you had been doing a few minutes prior.

“Well,” you said, looking down at your costume in dismay. It looked almost like some kind of cutoff, an almost straight line running just beneath and nearly parallel to your collarbones. “Guess I’ll have to pull out my spare. We should probably head back. A hero’s got to look their best, you know.”

Tamaki nodded and entwined his fingers in yours, happier than ever at the warm feeling.

You looped around the block in the direction of Fatgum’s agency. It wasn’t too far from where you were now.

You began to lapse back into light chatter with Tamaki at your side. It was clear you were still a bit shaken from what you’d just been through, but Tamaki was glad to see you weren’t taking it too harshly.

Even so, Tamaki was forever grateful to whatever divine beings may be watching over you. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without you. You were his sunshine, the one person who could light up his whole world no matter what. Keeping you safe at his side was what he intended to do for as long as he could, and there was nothing that would stop him from doing so.

The small ring box dutifully waiting in the darkness of his back pocket was enough to prove that.

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Author’s Note:

At first I was going to rewrite this one because I hated it, but then I let it sit in my WIPs for a while and finally decided to just finish it as it was. I think it turned out ok, and I hope it was what you were thinking of when you requested! Sorry it took me like 2-3 months to do. I don’t really have any excuses, but thank you for being patient!

Love you!

-Sugar 

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