#and I finally confessed to what it was on stream publicly...

[nyrator]

You're doing a great job, I hope there is lessened shame for you from here on out

I'm glad to be mutuals with you on here your art is still as fantastic as ever

Thank you so much, anon.. That really means a lot.

I still need to figure out boundaries when it comes to speaking about it publicly and when making art of it (I'm still scared of pushing people away because of it or giving a weird impression to strangers, aha..), but I'm extremely thankful people have been super supportive over it..

#anonymous #ask nyrator #ask #for reference I've had a lifelong complex/trauma/whatever that I've kept secret for most of my life #and then slowly I've been being more open with it through stuff like RN and friends #and I finally confessed to what it was on stream publicly... #I'll probably continue keeping the more graphic art related to it on a more secretive twitter account but I might be more open talking.. #tl;dr I have a lot of restroom-related traumas and I'm extremely self-conscious of it and my coping methods

[renranram]

Casual Pt.2

nsfw!! kind of fluffy sex

quackity confesses, and reader replies and they have sex, yes

pt 1. is this

a/n; guys would u believe me if this i tell you this almost has 3000 words

the next day arrives as rei just woke up late, the girl had falled asleep at 4 in the morning, waking up at 11 pm, as she steps out of her room, she notices their shared apartment was empty, alex went streaming in his studio, but leaving a bouquet and a small note on their kitchen's counter for her

reader had slept in way too late, her overthinking had kept her up all night long, forcing her to skip out on breakfast. luckily, she managed to get ready in time for lunch

she was about to walk out of her room when she noticed the rose bouquet and note on the counters in the kitchen. there was a note attached that she hoped was for her

' take all the time you need, im always here for u ( ps: i went for recording, will be back later in the evening with some food so dont cook ) - alex :]'

-

as the time finally arrives, schlatt came back home with a fresh take out from their favorite restaurant down the street, deftones playing on the background of their apartment

alex entered their shared apartment with a bag full of food in one hand and a freshly-poured drink in the other. deftones had been playing in the background for a while now, he isn't such a huge fan of the band, thinking their music was a bit too harsh for him but letting it slide

he then looked at the rose bouquet that was still sitting on their shared kitchen counter. the vase was full of fresh water, which showed that reader had taken good care of the flowers while he was away

" .. welcome back " reader sits up from the couch, holding the cushion's pillow as she faces him, a tad bit awkward

alex couldn't help but smile at the site of her, he was about to respond when he noticed the slightly awkward expression on her face. she looked like she actually had something she wanted to say

" uhh, something wrong? " she chuckles awkwardly as she scratches the back of her nape, " no... uh.. i think ive decided "

he raised an eyebrow as he watched her try and figure out what she was trying to say. "decided? decided what?"

he looked at her with a small smile, which was the same smile he had been wearing during their little casual talk they had before going to bed yesterday.

" .. i think.. uhm.. i think i wanna be more than casual.. " she added, " but it's just.. im kind of... scared of it " alex was pleasantly surprised by what she was saying. this was not what he had expected. but it was definitely good to hear.

"more than casual? so.... exclusive?"

he said as he slowly took a few steps forwards, placing the back of takeouts on their counter, " girlfriend boyfriend.. you know stuffs like that " she looks up at him as she gently sets the cushion down

alex froze in his tracks as she mentioned the words 'girlfriend' and 'boyfriend.' he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, his cheeks turn slightly red at the thought of them being a couple.

"so...you want us to..."

he paused for a moment, still trying to comprehend the thought. he didn't know why, but he felt a sense of excitement wash over him.

"...to officially go out?"

she slowly nods, " uhm.. yeah actually " she mumbles, " kiss in public, hold hands, hug, and pda stuffs.. " alex was still having a hard time processing this as he heard her list off all of the things they'd be able to do as a couple. holding hands, hugging...and publicly kissing.

"and...you would be willing to do all of this with me?" " do you not want me to? " she mumbles, now playfully, as she chuckles softly

a chuckle escaped his lips as he saw how playfully she was acting.

"no. i want you to."

alex smiled as he was now standing right in front of her, he then leaned forward and placed his other hand on her shoulder.

" i want all of this."

he said as he looked directly into her eyes. " all of this? " she repeats, chuckling softly as she leans her head onto his neck.

"all of this."

he repeated his answer as he wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her close to him. his warm grasp covered all of her tiny frame and pulled her even closer to him.

" i want all the cutesy things, and all the intimate things. i want everything." she slowly nods, pecking his neck, " ... i love you " she mutters

alex froze once he heard her whisper those words to him. he had gotten used to her teasing and flirting, and even to a degree, them being casually committed. but this...

her saying those words was something else entirely. the way these words melted through him had his heart beating rapidly. " huh? "

" i said i love you, dummy " she repeats herself, "w-...right. you said you loved me." alex stuttered out his response as he was still struggling to grasp the words she said.

and while what she had said was the furthest thing from his expectations, he was not gonna question it. he didn't even want to say anything in response that could ruin it. instead, they both remained quiet as alex held reader close to him. the silence was deafening as he wanted to say more, and to even tell her how much he loved her as well.

The silence was deafening as reader sat back down on the couch and alex still had his arm wrapped around her

alex wanted to speak, to say more to her, or even to just comfort her with his presence but he was too terrified to spoil the moment. his silence began to extend itself, as neither of them spoke up and just left it as awkwardly as it was.

the silence lasted for a good while until alex could feel the awkwardness getting the better of him. though he didn't necessarily want to, he knew that it was best to break the silence.

"so..."

he mumbled as he tried to think hard on how he was supposed to approach this situation. he wasn't sure if what he might say would be the right thing to ask or say to her right now.

"are you...are you okay?"

" im.. shy.. and uhm... flustered and overwhelmed " she mumbles, " .. you? ", alex let out a soft chuckle as he thought about her response. she was being so honest with him now. it was...cute

"yeah...i'm overwhelmed too. this is..."

he paused for a moment as he thought about the right words to say.

"this is new. and good. and something I've been wanting for a while." alex said with a small smile as he looked back into her eyes

she cant help but crack a small smile before nodding, " that's... nice.. you have me now ", "yeah. i have you now."

alex said as he tried his best to hold back any other sweet words that were about to spill out of his mouth. In the process, he also began to feel his heart beat rapidly as he held her close to him.

"and since we're together now...i'm gonna have to take better care of you." he said jokingly, as he squeezed her closer to him and pulled her head onto his chest

" alex. " she calls him out before looking at his eyes directly, " i wanna.. i wanna make love to you " she bluntly states

"..you want to..."

his eyes widened in response of her blunt statement as he gulped loudly. things had just been a steady back and forth between them a few moments ago with no real momentum of what was to come next.

"you want to make love?"

alex repeated those bold words back to her. he could feel the redness spread across his cheeks as she asked this question. but he didn't want to back down from it. she was everything he had been wanting, and now...she wanted this too.

" well... uhm.. uh.. we used to have casual sex.. and stuffs and uhm.. i wanna.. i wanna see if there's a difference " she mutters

alex nodded, clearly understanding her reasoning now. that's what this whole relationship was built on, after all. so why should they not take this next step and truly see whether or not it could change things for the better? he paused for a moment, taking another deep breath, as he then finally spoke up again.

"only one way to to find out then...right?"

" well.. uhm.. yeah " she mutters, before blurting out, " if you dont wanna do it it's totally fine and you can just tell- " she was cut off by lips on hers

reader didn't need to finish her sentence before alex responded, because he was already doing what he needed to do. instead of saying anything else, he just pressed his mouth against hers and started to kiss her eagerly. she immediately kisses him back as she wraps her arms around his neck.

he embraced her firmly, holding her tightly close to him as he tried to put every last bit of his emotion into the kiss. his tongue darted around hers as he made sure to truly make love to her mouth.

hus heart was beating faster than anything they had ever done before, as it was clear that they wanted this moment together. they wanted to take our relationship to this stage. their desire was undeniable.

alex didn't want the kiss to end, as he felt such an incredible amount of love for her. but he forced himself to pull away for a few seconds, just to breathe.

"i love you. i love you so much. "

he said in between short breaths as he looked back into her eyes, staring deep into them while he was still holding her. " i love you so much " she replies to him as she moans softly, her hands slowly making it up to his hair for support as she was lift up from the ground by him

he knew that his hold on her was only gonna become harder and tighter, as he lifted her off the ground completely and carried her to his bedroom. alex was still kissing her as they made their way from the living room to his bedroom. his hands had only become more attached around her waist, and he kept her elevated until they finally reached the bedroom. the very second he got through the door, he immediately slammed it behind them both.

as reader gently placed on his bed, alex stops to admire his work, " jesus fuck.. you're so pretty mami " he mutters

" i.. fuck.. i love you so much " he mutters as he leans down to her, cupping his cheek whilst his other hand on the bed, for support as he showers her with kisses

" you're so pretty, you're so fucking pretty, i cant fucking believe you're mine now " he whispers to her, as reader gets goosebumps, his hot breath hitting her neck, " i wanna make love to you.. i wanna show you how much i love you "

reader moans softly, " a-alex " she stutters, face flushed, alex pecks her cheeks before slowly leaning up to bite her earlobe, " hm? what is it mami? " he mutters

as he continues to trace kisses on the side of her neck, before slowly reaching her shoulder, " ... i love you " she blurts out again as alex chuckles

" really? why do you say that? " he continues before pausing, his hands now cupping her breasts, pecking her clothed breast

" because.. because i love you so much " she rambles as alex fixes her hair for her as he helps her to remove her shirt, " you do? "

" uh huh " she nods, maintaining eye contact with him as she bites her lip, " i love your face, your personality, how you treat everyone, .. everything "

alex pauses, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks, " you're so fucking cute, always looking so dumb " he mumbles as reader chuckles softly

" well, atleast im saying the truth " she replies, as alex removes his shirt, tossing it on the side of his room, " i love you so much, so fucking much, ive been wanting this for years now " he confesses

" hot " she states as he bursts out chuckling as he sat next to her, lifting her by her waist as he makes her sit down on his lap

" you're hotter " he replies, before continuing to kiss her, reader didn't hesitate to kiss him back

alex places his hands on her waist, devouring her, gently, one of his hand slowly making it's way to squeeze her breast as reader moans out softly

" ah fuck " her breath shudders, as they continue to kiss, alex unclipping her bra with his other hand, letting the bra slip down, letting her breasts out

" they're so pretty hm, so pretty like you " alex breaks the kiss as he leans down, cupping her breasts, pecking her nipple as reader throws her head back in pleasure, " holy shit- a-alex.. "

the man chuckles, massaging the other one as he started licking on the soft bud, swirling his tongue around it as reader winces under his touch

" wait- ah, " she moans out, " alex.. for fucks sake- im so.. im so fucking wet.. please baby "

the boy chuckles, letting go of her nipple with a pop, " want me to give it some love? " he smirks, slowly sliding his hands on the waistband on her shorts, helping her slip it off

" mhm, need you to touch me there " she nods as alex gasps, " fuck... you're actually so fucking wet, holy shit you weren't kidding " he chuckles, amused

" shut up " she buries her head onto his neck, embarrassed, " im sorry " he chuckles, " it's just.. fuck..., i wanna devour you "

he slids his hand onto her panties, playing with her folds, feeling the wetness on his fingers, " ah, lex.. " she moans out, overly sensitive

" feels good hm? " he continues, slipping his finger in, feeling her heat, " yes.. ah.. fuck.. feels so fucking good lex, " the man continues to pump his finger inside her

slowly fastening his pace time by time, before inserting another finger in, " oh my god- alex- i love you.. i love-.. ah- i cant.. i cant fucking take it.. please, please " she pleads, her voice, whiney

" you're really making it harder for me.. " he chuckles, sweat dripping on his forehead as he tosses his beanie, letting his hair fall, " does it feel so good?, hm, princesa? "

she nods, now braindead as he continues, " lex.. please.. please just- just put it in ahh " she shudders

" fuck... you're so fucking pretty " he mutters, as he kisses her, reader wraps her arm around his shoulder as alex continues to finger her hole as his other hand fumbles with his belt and zipper

he lifts her up again, taking off his pants as he palms his already hard clothed dick, " shit.. " he groans out

" princesa.. lay down, " he breaks the kiss as the already sensitive reader nods, slowly getting off his lap as she lays down his bed

he takes off his boxers, pumping himself as he blinks, his eyes with admiration, watching her blissed face, " fuck.. i love you so fucking much " he groans out as he lifts up her leg, resting it on his shoulder as he slowly inserts his dick into her hole, making reader release a loud moan

" shit... why the fuck is it bigger.. " she moans out, as alex chuckles softly, " you know my dick can't magically grow some inches right " he hums as reader chuckles

he grabs her hips as he leans down, showering her face with peck and kisses as his hips does the work, slowly thrusting in and out of her, causing her to moan every thrust

" shit... lex.. " she groans out, " fuck.. princesa, you're so fucking pretty, it's fucking insane " he continues thrusting in and out of her, his eyes, heart shaped, watching her body bounce up and down every time he thrusts inside of her

" fuck.. i fucking love you so fucking much " he moans out as he fastens his pace, as readers leans in towards him as the two shares a kiss

both of their tongues dancing with eachother as every moan gives alex a motivation to fasten his already fast pace

" ah.. ah.. lex.. i love you.. i love you so much oh my god " she mumbles, moaning as her eyes roll back, " no mami, i love you more, fucking more " the two kisses eachother

alex continues to thrust inside her as her moans getting louder and louder every second, " fuck.. fuck.. lex im so fucking close.. lex oh my god "

" yeah? shit.. you're so fucking tight " he can feel her squeeze under him as he fixes her hair for her, " fuck.. i think im close too " he added

and with a few thrusts, reader reaches her climax, her eyes roll back, as she continues to moan as alex tries to reach his

" does it feel good hm? feels so fucking good? " he asks, as reader nods, now absent minded, overwhelmed with pleasure

" yeah.. yeah.. it's so good.. m'very good " she stutters as alex's gasps, his thrusts slowly getting sloppier

" fuck.. im gonna fill you up okay, ah- fuck... im gonna fill you up princesa " reader nods, as finally alex reaches his climax, filling his seed inside her as he gently pulls out

" shit.. princesa, wow... holy fuck " he mumbles, panting as he tries to catch his breath, " i...i fucking love you so fucking much " he mumbles, as reader smiles softly, " i love you too lex "

#alex quackity #quackity #quackity x y/n #quackity x you #quackity fanfic #quackity x reader #quackity smut #quackity x reader smut #proud of quackity #qsmp #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp quackity

[hopelesshawks]

Companionship XP Part 31- Important Conversations

18+ Kaminari Denki x fem!reader quirkless, streamer au

Summary: The decision to start a youtube channel was a spur of the moment thing. Sure you’d watched your friends have great success with their own channels, but when you uploaded your first video playing Genshin you never would have guessed it would take off the way it did. You’re perfectly content with the community you’ve built but if there’s one thing you’ve been missing, it’s someone to co-op with. When Mina offers to link you up with one of her old friends with his own channel, you just hope he won’t be too obnoxious. Enter Kaminari Denki. He’s definitely obnoxious, but he’s also so much more.

Masterlist Help Lulu <3

Part of you knows that meeting up with Shindo may be a bad idea. But being with Denki and taking time away has shown you just how dysfunctional things with Yo have been since your break up.

Heck, you know you and Yo were certainly dysfunctional in your relationship but you didn’t realize just how much so until being with Denki. You constantly felt like you had to prove your worth with Shindo, especially once he started his youtube channel. You’re not sure there’s one moment you can point to in you and Yo’s relationship where you felt well and truly adored. Yet that’s how Denki has made you feel every day.

As you finish up your shift you scan the cafe until you spot Yo, sitting at a table waiting for you as he takes a picture of his coffee. You roll your eyes. It amazes you sometimes how different the two of you have become. You thrive off your ability to fade into the crowd and enjoy life without an audience as soon as you end a stream. Yo wants every single moment of his life documented and posted for an adoring public. It’s not much longer after that when your shift ends so you remove your apron, hand it off to the coworker taking over for you, and walk over to join your ex at his table. It’s a good distance away from everyone else so you should still have privacy and the freedom to talk.

“Thank you for finally talking with me, I’ve missed you babe,” Shindo grins and immediately you make a face.

“You have to stop calling me that,” you sigh.

“Why? Don’t tell me it bothers your new boyfriend. Listen if he’s that insecure-”

“It bothers me, asshole. When did you become such a fountain of unasked for dating advice?”

Shindo seems genuinely taken aback by the fact you’re pushing back at what he says. Sure you gave as good as you got during fights over the course of your relationship, but once the two of you had committed to being friends and letting go of the hurt the breakup had caused, you’d held yourself back a lot.

“You’re being really hostile right now. I thought we agreed we would avoid this after we broke up,” Shindo tells you and god he sounds stern when he says it. Is he lecturing you? Does he think he has the moral high ground here? He does look hurt after a moment though and he’s not entirely wrong, so you force yourself to take a deep, steadying breath.

“Look, I didn’t come here to fight with you. But we seriously need to work on boundaries. Publicly shipping me with people you know I’m not interested in, showing up at my work with cameras, inserting yourself into my dating life. It’s too much. Way too much. It was driving me fucking nuts,” you sigh.

“I was just trying to be a good friend. I had no idea that would be an issue for you,” Shindo scoffs, leaning back in his chair with a roll of his eyes.

“That’s just it. We’re not friends.”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not! We’re something… Something weird and toxic just shy of friends because I genuinely fucking resent the way you treated me before and after we broke up. You’re… kind of awful and I think I just said that stuff about us staying friends when we broke up because I already missed you but it’s just… not a good friendship and frankly I don’t think I want it anymore.”

It feels like the air’s been sucked from the room by the end of your confession. You feel lighter having finally voiced your thoughts but it’s still a weird crossroads to be at. Shindo has been part of your life for years and years now. The idea of letting him go is kind of daunting, but it’s also so incredibly freeing.

“So… what? This is it? Friendship done?”

“Yea… Yea I think so. I hope one day that we can actually be real friends. That day just would have to be far, far in the future.”

On that final note you rise, giving him one final nod and wave before turning to leave the coffee shop. You nearly bump into someone hanging relatively close to the door and your table. They provide a quick apology, looking between you and the table you’d just vacated, before giving one last apology and leaving. It’s odd but you shrug it off. Nothing can really sour your mood anyway. With Yo and the shadow of your former relationship with him finally off your back, you make your way back home, knowing you’ve got a Genshin date with your new boyfriend waiting there for you.

A/N: Ahhhhhhh it's finally done. Sorry again for the wait y'all. I am happy with the end result though. Yo and reader's entire post-breakup dynamic but this part in particular are inspired by the song I'm Trying (Not Friends) by Maisie Peters

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[retroaria]

can you do headcanon number 10 with karl <3 love your writing btw!

Karl Jacobs: Fluff Alphabet ✿

cc!karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

warnings: just swearing

here’s my 500 Follower Event ^o^

a/n: even if they aren’t requested in the event i’ll still be making fluff hc’s for all the cc’s i write so stay tuned !!

A is for Affection (How do they like to show affection?)

other than physical touch (saving that for love language) karl’s favorite way to show affection is making you a huge part of his life. all of his friends and loved ones know just how important you are to him even without him saying anything. especially with blowing up and all the busy stuff he does as a creator, he wants you to be there with him every step of the way, never leaving you in the dark about anything. he’s always asking you for advice or ur opinion on certain projects, and if ur willing to help too that just makes him so happy. because at the end of the day, he wouldn’t be able to do it without you :)

B is for Bond (What kind of bond do you guys have? What could your relationship be labeled as?)

you guys are definitely the wholesome couple. there’s so much love and communication between you two that doesn’t go unnoticed by the people around you. on top of that, you guys share an adoration for each other that is just so freaking cute man

C is for Comfort (How do they comfort their s/o?)

in the beginning of your relationship, karl would kinda just try to cheer you up or make you laugh, but as things get more serious he’s very avid on getting you to talk about your issues so he can find the best way to be there for you.

D is for Dates (What are dates with them like?)

dates with karl are so fun !! he definitely likes just doing random stuff like shopping, going on long drives, or trying new places to eat and calling them dates. at the same time you guys also do bigger things like fancy restaurants (hes so rich oh dear god), amusement parks, long day trips, stuff like that.

E is for Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)

karl doesn’t strike me as a ‘heart on his sleeve’ kinda guy but around you, he’s definitely not closed off at all. aside from just talking to you and verbally being open, he also isn’t afraid to let you see him get upset or even cry about something. i see him as the type to value transparency in a relationship.

F is for Fiancé (How long into the relationship before they propose?)

karl definitely loves you, no doubt about it. but i feel like you guys really do enjoy just being together in the moment and not worrying about that stuff until much later down the line. you could be dating for a really long time and there’s still gonna be so much you can learn about each other. i’ll give karl an official number of 5 years. but maybe even longer. it’s a big decision guys remember!! especially because he does want you in his life forever, he wants to make sure the bond is truly like no other.

G is for Gentle (Are they gentle?)

depends. you guys have lots of playful banter and bullying but at the end of day he can be a big softy when it comes to you. so yes id say he’s pretty gentle 👍

H is for Hand Holding (How do they like hand holding?)

loves it. obviously. it’s karl jacobs. have you seen the guy?

I is for I Love You (Who said “I love you” first?)

him. it was really early on into the relationship and he kinda regretted saying it so quickly. there was just so much emotion going on for him at the time and he just blurted it out. after a little while longer tho, he gave a proper confession of his love.

J is Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

everyone always says no for karl but YES. he does get jealous. not like angry jealous more like weirded out and uncomfy jealous. you can usually tell when he’s feeling that way.

K is for Kiss (What’s kissing them like?)

writing about kissing kinda makes me cringe but i had to think of something for k. it happens a lot probably. very sweet and loving. not just on the lips but karl will give you random kisses anywhere whenever he feels like it.

L is for Love Language (What’s their love language?)

PHYSICAL TOUCH AHHHH. constant hand holding, hugs, and cuddles. he loves being close to people he loves and it’s very obvious (i’m a karlnap shipper and analyzer sorry just had to confess)

M is for Memories (Their favourite memory with their s/o?)

karl’s favorite memories with you are usually on his days off when he just gets to spend an entire day being with you and only you. on top of that he also is very fond of the first time he ever met you and was like “ooo ahh wow you should like spend the rest of ur life with me or whatever Idk just something to think about ” lol.

N is for Nicknames (Their favourite nicknames given and received?)

nothing too soppy because i think karl would find it cringe but “babe” and “cutie” are the most frequent.

O is for Open (At what point do they start opening up to you about their life and feelings?)

after the first argument you guys have methinks. i feel like being caught in the honeymoon phase would kinda put the opening up process on hold, but once there’s a need for it it becomes a frequent thing.

P is for PDA (Are they into PDA?)

uhh not really. i know i said differently in my karl dating hc’s but i think he would find it a little cringe. hand holding is a definite because that’s simple ya know and hugging and small kisses and stuff but nothing more. he’s touchy as we all know but that’s just for you guys lol

Q is for Quiz (How much do they remember about you?)

karl loves loves LOVES knowing things about you. finding out stuff you guys have in common makes him so happy even just similarities in the ways you were raised and your childhoods and such. he’s a good listener and is always attentive. even if he wasn’t good at remembering stuff he would make the conscious effort to do so. 

R is for Romantic (How romantic are they?)

he’s such a little goofball gremlin that the thought of him seriously being romantic just doesn’t feel right but. he is. he loves doing stuff for you and just telling you how much he loves you and getting emotional about it. taking you out and making you feel like the luckiest person alive :)

S is for Security (How protective/possessive are they?)

he honestly doesn’t strike me as the protective type. possessive i would say maybe a little bit. he’s just so happy to have you and so like proud of himself for getting an epic s/o lol. he would never intrude on a friendship of yours or anything but if he was uncomfortable in anyway he would let you know before acting out.

T is for Try (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

he puts everything he can into it. with him being so busy all the time things might get rocky but he makes such an effort to spend as much time with you as he can. being there for you is something that’s really important for him as well. any disagreements you guys have is resolved asap because he definitely doesn’t like leaving things on a bad note.

U is for Uphold (How do they show you they’re proud? What kind of support do they give you?)

he talks about you lots. anything that you make him or buy him is showed off on stream and any accomplishments you’ve made he would publicly congratulate you on. just showing to the world how great he thinks you are and how proud of you he is makes you feel so supported and he always wants you to feel that way.

V is for Vaunt (Do they like to show off?)

yes obviously ur the coolest most epic person and HE gets to be with you??? biggest flex ever if you ask me.

W is for Wild Card (A random fluff headcanon.)

karl likes doing stuff at the same time as you?? i hope that makes sense. like washing the dishes together or working on stuff. he also likes watching anime or movies/tv shows at the same time as you too. if a new episode of something just came out and he has the time to watch it but you don’t, he’ll wait for you so you can do it together. couple goals lol.

X is for X-ray (How well can they read you and your emotions/feelings?)

karl cares a lot about how the people around him are feeling and i think he’s pretty good at recognizing that. he’s extremely attentive to you and always makes sure ur comfortable.

Y is for Yearning (How much do they miss their s/o when they’re gone?)

between mr beast and all the work that he does it usually hits him when he finally gets home to relax and ur not there :( he does get really upset and a little needy about it but he tries his best to just focus on the stuff he needs to get done so he doesn’t miss you too much.

Z is for Zebra (What kind of pet would they want with their s/o?)

a brown cat named Cornelius 😎

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this is me trying; t.holland

» pairing: tom holland x reader » song: this is me trying » word count: 1.6K

"Hey, you want to join us for movie night today?" Zendaya's voice brought you back to reality. You glanced at her, she was holding the door open while leaning her head in through the small space. There was a small smile on her face like she was too scared to show too much emotion in case it triggered you.

Shaking your head, you leaned further into your bed pulling the covers closer to your chin.

"Are you sure?" she asked again. Usually, she would've given up, but this time she was persistent. There weren't many nights left.

"I'm sure," you said blankly not looking at her. You turned your back towards her bringing the covers over your shoulder. You heard a small sigh followed by the door closing. You felt your throat tightening, the familiar knot making it difficult for you to lay in peace.

The warm tears started forming and it wasn't long before they were streaming down your face.

"I don't understand what the big deal is," his voice echoed as you walked down the hallway. Your hands were fists at your side and all you wanted to do was disappear. "I'm talking to you," he called out again hoping you would stop.

But you weren't stopping.

"Tell me why that's wrong?" he asked again. His voice settling into a softer tone realizing that raising his voice wasn't going to help. He was quickly walking now in the hopes to catch you. His fingers wrapped around your arm gently and you stopped.

"What's wrong? I told you I didn't want to go public, you went against what I specifically told you I didn't want. Why would you do that to me?" you asked the hurt in your voice piercing through his heart.

It hadn't been his intention. It'd slipped. It wasn't something he could take back now.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" he rambled, but you jerked your arm away shaking your head. The last words you spoke directly to him rung in his head.

"It's over. We're done."

Sinking deeper into the mattress, you held on to the comforter tighter. The tears had dried, but the pain was still holding on tight. You'd seen Tom since then. Obviously, you had to. There was no way of escaping him while you promoting the film, but you hadn't spoken to him. Not directly. Not intentionally.

There was a knock again. This time you didn't react so you were surprised when the door opened slowly and in came the familiar figure again.

"It's not the same without you," Zendaya said sitting at the edge of the bed. She wasn't leaving this time. "Why don't you talk to him?" she asked. She knew everything. She was the one person you ran to, but recently you'd started to slowly isolate her too only leaving the hotel room when you had an interview or special appearance.

"He doesn't want to talk to me anyway," you mumbled. Your voice was muffled by the comforter.

"How do you know? Has he told you that?" Zendaya flopped on the bed, she rested on her side watching the back of your head. Her hand came up to the covers trying to them from your face.

You groaned pulling on the cover.

"He doesn't want me back. I was awful to him," you said remembering how everything went down. The look of hurt he had on his face. The way he'd tucked his hands into the pockets of his trousers and slowly backed away like you'd just accused him of the most horrible crime. The way he turned around and didn't look back. Not once.

"Did he say that?"

"No, but I know." That was the end of the conversation. And the last time you really spent time with her. Or with anyone no the cast for that matter.

"He's not here tonight, just come down for a bit." She pulled on your arm. Finally, you gave up. You let her lead you to the rest of the cast. Sitting down on one of the couches you pulled your sweater sleeves down so your hands saved in the fabric.

There was laughter and talking, but you spaced thinking of the times when you were on this very couch with Tom making jokes with everyone. Back before the world knew about the two of you. Before your world seemed to come down in flames.

-

It'd been almost a month. A month without Tom. You'd think a month would be long enough to forget about him, but time did not heal your wounds. You'd tried texting him. You missed him. But he never replied. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Did he go back home for a break or did he stay in the country to work?

He hadn't posted on Instagram. It was like he'd vanished into thin air, just like you'd wished for when you broke up with him. Which you had to remind yourself, you broke up with him. It didn't make it any easier.

Have you heard anything from Tom?

You'd given in and texted Zendaya, with who you'd patched things up. You couldn't bear to lose her too.

He's actually in town.

The reply was quick and it almost caused your heart to jump out of your chest. He was in town and you didn't know. She hadn't told you without prompting. Had he asked her not to?

The address to the hotel he was staying in flashed on your screen and your heart started jumping again. Thumping loudly, so loudly you could hardly hear yourself think.

It was late. Late enough that paparazzi wouldn't follow you. Late enough that Tom would probably be asleep. Late enough that maybe he wouldn't even want to talk to you if he was awake.

After pulling a few strings, you were standing outside his hotel room. Your hands cold in the pockets of your jacket. Taking out a hand, you formed a small fist knocking on the door gently. No response.

You waited, biting your lip and debating whether you should just go. Shaking the defeatist attitude, you knocked again. This time with a little more force.

It took a few seconds, but the door opened slowly and a shirtless Tom peaked his head through the small crack.

"Hi," you exhaled. You hadn't realized you were holding your breath until you saw him. There was a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. Your heart was happy to see him.

"What are you doing here?" he asked rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping.

"You didn't answer my text," you almost whispered. It was as if you'd forgotten how to speak, how to put words together to form a cohesive thought.

"What?" he said furrowing his brows, he still hadn't opened the door completely and you were standing outside his hotel room awkwardly playing with your fingers.

"I text you-"

"You broke up with me. Am I obligated to respond? I've been busy..." he added almost as if to soften the blow.

Stepping back at the sound of his raised voice, you nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come." Walking backward, you apologized again turning on your heel, walking back towards the elevator. You heard the door close as you walked away cupping your hand over your mouth to block the ugly crying noises that were desperate to escape.

Pushing on the elevator button aggressively, you waiting for the ding. It felt like the longest seconds of your life. When the doors finally opened you stepped in. Again, the wait felt like an eternity. They were finally closing, but you saw an arm stop the doors.

It was Tom with his disheveled hair and a shirt. He'd put on a shirt.

"I didn't reply because it hurt too much," he confessed standing in front of you as the elevator doors closed. Your bodies shook as the elevator moved down and you held on to the railing to hold your ground.

"I wanted to. I wanted to reply, but you broke up with me." His voice cracked. You wiped some of the tears that'd started falling from your face. He was right.

"I'm sorry," you said finally looking at him. The tears were back, but you weren't wiping them this time. "I want to-" your voice cracked and your chest tightened. You stopped and inhaled deeply watching Tom stand in front of you with confusion.

"I want to try again. Please." Stepping forward you tried reaching for his hand, but he retracted it quickly running both hands through his hair and cupping one over his mouth.

"We can't-" he said softly the elevator doors finally opening. This was your queue.

"It's fine," you smiled forcefully shaking your head as he tried approaching. "It's okay. I'm going," you said pushing past him quickly leaving him dumbfounded on the elevator.

The air was cold as you stepped outside. Your tear-streaked face was faced with the cold wind and tucked your hands into your coat again silently sobbing as you aimlessly walked down the street.

"Wait!"

Were you hallucinating? Turning you saw Tom standing by the hotel entrance. He was walking towards you. Your feet worked quicker than your brain, you started walking towards him too. Each step quicker than the one before and soon enough you were face to face.

His breathing was heavy, his hands cold as they made contact with your cheeks.

"Let's try again," he whispered as he brushed his nose against yours. His lips only centimeters away from yours. Wrapping your arms around his body, you closed the gap. The tears that pooled on your cheeks coursed down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. Losing yourself in the kiss, you tightened your grip around him and his thumb gently wiped the tears.

You didn't know how things would work out, but you knew you wanted to be with him. Publicly or not. You'd never stop trying.

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland angst #folklore #folklore fic #this is me trying #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic

[wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse]

Always There (Faramir x Gender Neutral!reader)

Request: I'd like to send a Faramir request! And I thought maybe just some fluff, confessing their love to each other? ~ @midearthwritings

Word count: 2249 (sorry I got carried away, it was fun lol)

Warnings: The teensiest bit of angst, fluff, and kissing?

A/N Alright, I thoroughly enjoyed making this one, I always love me some Faramir! Just for reference, I have not gotten to Return of the King yet, I have only watched the movie, so if something seems to be incorrect, my deepest apologies. And yes, I bent the story to match my thoughts. It’s fine. Thank you so much to @guardianofrivendell for helping me with some scenes! Also, a Quisby is a lazy-ass and a yaldson is the son of a prostitute. I looked up medieval insults and thought they were pretty funny. May or may not be using them on my friends...

Denethor was a quisby, a yaldson. You clenched your jaw, seething with anger. You couldn’t say much, for fear of upsetting the king, no, the Steward. But he was sending his only son left to battle. A battle that he could not win. No one would survive. Wasteful. And he sent the love of your life.

Faramir had always been special to you. When you were younger you were closer with Boromir, but as you all grew up, fitting the molds made for you, things changed. Boromir was always learning policy and diplomacy as his father’s right hand. Faramir was left behind with the lesser jobs, that most would consider unpleasant for someone used to a grandeur life. You bonded quickly, soon knowing even the most minuscule details about each other. And all was well. Until Osgiliath was taken again. With Boromir’s success came more criticism of Faramir. This also led to Boromir sent to a secret council regarding a weapon that could change the war. But Boromir never returned from the mission. He never made it back home. To Faramir and you. 

Denethor took the news horribly, but nothing compared to Faramir. He was distraught, hiding the most of his pain. He only confided in you, how lost and unappreciated he felt. He didn’t understand how those words also hurt you, carving deeper into the fresh wound of grief. He didn’t realize how much you appreciated him, how blind he was to your love. It was all you could do to not unravel then and there, piece by piece. But you held strong, for his sake. He had no one left but you. His father did not care for him. His brother who showered him with affection and praise was gone. It was just you two. 

And now he was gone, sent on a death mission, little chance of making it back. You found yourself in your room, not remembering how you got there. Tears were streaming down your face, slowing down to your chin. You went onto the balcony, luckily one that did not face the battle. It would be unbearable to see it. You curled up, your back pressed against the cool stone. You wished you had told him. Told him how you had felt. You relished the memories you shared with him. Even though he only saw you as a friend, no more. The day passed quickly, but you stayed where you were, hidden. And then, a horn sounded. They were back. At least whoever was left. But there were worse things heading towards the gates. Gondor was under attack.

You rushed to the gates, your thoughts clouded with panic. Only one thought was constant. Where was Faramir? You reached the guards at the front. 

“What happened? Who made it back?” You said hurriedly, seeing no signs of injury in the guards nearby. 

“Only the Captain of Gondor made it back ma’am, he was injured horribly. Taken back to the citadel is what I heard. Hardly going to last the night.” The guard looked at you, concerned. “Are you the one Faramir talked about? I was by his side all through Osgiliath. Pardon me if I’m mistaken, but you like precisely like what he described.”

You bowed your head, cheeks a hint darker than normal. It didn’t matter, he only talked about you as a friend. And besides, he was horribly injured. This should be the last thing on your mind. “Aye, that would be me. But excuse me, I must be on my way. I need to find him.” 

You turned from the slightly bemused guard and walked as quickly as you could without causing alarm. Although at this point, everybody had to have known about Faramir. Everyone except you. You turned a corner, quite distracted, and slammed into someone. 

“Oh, I am terribly sorry I- what on Middle Earth?” You stuttered. A child looked up at you, no, not a child, but he was small enough to be a child. Not a dwarf though. Something completely different. 

“Oh hello there! I’m guessing you have never seen a hobbit before! My name is Pippin, and don’t worry about accidentally running into me, it happens a lot. You look very in distress. What is wrong? Also, I am looking for a friend, so if you happen to see him please let me know.” The hobbit, Pippin babbled. You were a bit overwhelmed from everything you were going through but luckily found the patience to deal with this energetic hobbit. 

“Oh, I am looking for a friend as well, his name is Faramir if you manage to find him. And don’t worry little one, I am just worried for his sake.” You responded back quickly, hoping to move on your way. 

Unfortunately for you, the hobbit had different plans. “Oh yes, I am also looking for Faramir, as well as Gandalf. I saw him being led away, and I heard a mutter about the Steward going insane. I am trying to find him to help. But the trouble is brewing, and the fighting will start soon. I am worried, very worried.” Pippin babbled on as you searched the streets for this Gandalf. 

After a little while, he finally saw who he was looking for. He explained quickly what was going on and why he needed to check on Faramir. 

“Faramir is alive but Denethor wants to burn him. He thinks he's dead. ” Pippin spoke hurriedly, already rushing Gandalf along. 

You gasped. “You did not tell me that Denethor was trying to burn him! Why didn’t you tell me?”

Pippin looked confused. “I didn’t tell you? I could have sworn I did.”

You shook your head, your heart racing even faster than it had been before. To make things even worse, you could hear the sounds of battle. The city had finally been breached. Luckily you were far up enough that the orcs hadn’t reached you...yet. Gandalf was farther ahead of you, and you quickened your strides to match his. He turned and looked at you, his eyes piercing yours. You had the strangest feeling that your mind was being invaded. 

“Patience child. We will stop that lunatic before anything happens. He will be alright.” He turned away again as if he hadn’t said a word. You gaped, it was as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. He seemed familiar, but you didn’t know why. But alas, it did not matter at this moment, and you refocused your mind back on who you were trying to save. Faramir. 

As you hurried along, you tried your hardest to remember. His smile. The dimples on his cheeks. How much fun you two had together. Running through the markets when you were younger, causing trouble, but laughing all the way. How he would be publicly humiliated by his father. How you would be there for him, comfort him, make him happier. The hidden smiles in the throne room, the silent laughter, and inside jokes.

You were quickly brought back to the present as some stone shattered right behind you, showering big chunks of rock. You ducked quickly and grabbed the hobbit, making him run faster. You had to get out of there. Gandalf showed you two through a small alley, and all too soon you had arrived at the top. But Faramir and Denethor were nowhere to be seen. Somehow, Gandalf knew exactly where they were, and took you to a smaller room, that was barricaded. He slammed open the doors as if it were nothing, and you ran right into a horrifying scene. 

Denethor was standing on top of a pile of wood, and Faramir lay at his feet, both drenched in oil. Some soldiers had torches in their hands, and some looked hesitant. Everything drained away, all sound was muffled. All you could see was Faramir, and it was as if he knew you there. He rustled slightly and looked straight at you. His lips moved wordlessly, and you couldn’t move, an invisible force stopping you. 

A scream and then fire engulfed the wood, Faramir was taken from your view. Your feet finally decided to start moving, and both you and Pippin ran towards the pyre, grabbing Faramir before the flames could engulf him. Another screech and then you realized that Denethor had been taken by the flames. He ran off to who knows where, and the guards left quickly, helping to aid in the battle. 

It was soon just you, Faramir, Pippin, and Gandalf. Faramir’s eyes were closed, but his heart was still beating. You cradled his head in your lap, softly brushing his hair out of his face. 

“Gandalf, will he be alright?” You asked tentatively, not daring to even look away from Faramir. 

Gandalf sighed. “With time he will heal. But whether he will heal from the pain in his heart is unclear to me. He has been through far too much, as most have in such times, and for your sake, I hope he perseveres.”

You and Gandalf helped Faramir up, who at this point was able to open his eyes slightly. You both brought him to his room, as the medical wing was a greater distance. Pippin trailed behind like a lost puppy. The poor hobbit had probably never seen such violence in his life. You laid him in his bed, and Gandalf bid a quick goodbye, herding Pippin out. 

It was just you and Faramir. You knelt at his bedside and grasped his hand, waiting, hoping, for anything. More memories ran through your mind. He taught you how to use a sword, to protect yourself if need be. And then on your birthday, he had gotten you a sword of your own, beautifully crafted, and balanced perfectly. It was quite a gift to receive, and you protested, but to no avail. It was in your room, hidden so that no one could take it. You remembered how your hands tingled when he gave it to you, just the slightest brush of fingers. But you were young and naive. 

He stirred, and his eyes opened, looking at the ceiling. Then he tilted his head towards you and looked down at your intertwined hands. You stopped breathing for a second, nervous that you might have overstepped your bounds. 

“I am still alive. What happened with my father? I remember the smell of smoke.” Faramir’s voice was raspy still, and quiet.

You looked away, trying to figure out what to tell him. You were the bearer of bad news this time it seemed. “Your father thought you dead and was going to have you burned. I showed up with Gandalf and Pippin only moments before it was to happen. ”

He groaned and turned away. But he held on tighter to your hand, as if you were his lifeline, the one last thing keeping him there with you. “Faramir,” you said hesitantly, “I-I was so afraid of losing you. I never want to lose you again. I-” You broke off, too afraid to say what was on your mind. He was looking right at you, the ghost of a smile on his face. “Continue, please,” he said. He reached his other hand across his body, softly grazing your arm. 

You smiled slightly, taking in a shaky breath. “I love you Faramir. And I have for a long time. I am not creative enough to give a whole speech about my love for you, but my love for you is worthy of a speech if needed.”

Faramir smiled, the brightest you had ever seen it. “I love you too my dear, more than anything, and I am so sorry I never said anything before. Please forgive me.”

Then he slowly reached his hand up to your face, and you leaned towards him. But you went a bit too fast, and accidentally slammed your nose onto his, causing you both to cry out in pain. You felt like you were going to cry, you ruined the special moment. But then he smiled and started laughing so hard. You were so embarrassed, but you also started chuckling. 

In between breaths, Faramir choked out, “Clearly, neither of us have done this.”

You nodded, keeping back a grin.

He cracked a smile, trying to hold in his laughter. But then he sobered up. “Well, I think we should try that again. Help me sit up?”

You felt even more butterflies in your stomach as you propped up a pillow for him and helped him up. You leaned back to make sure he was comfortable, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. You laughed again, and he smiled. He traced a finger up your arm and all the way up to the back of your neck. He leaned in first, making an emphasis on how slow he was moving, but you were too nervous to laugh. Softly, he pressed his lips against yours. You barely moved, not daring to. But you slowly melted as he moved his other hand to the small of your back. You moved your hands, knotting them in his hair, pulling you even closer together. His lips molded against yours, slightly chapped, making you shiver. Ever so slowly, he began to pull away, much to your dismay. But he still held you in arms. 

Slowly, you whispered, “We should have done that sooner.” 

Faramir nodded and pulled you closer. “Thank you,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

#faramir x reader #faramir x y/n #faramir #lord of the rings #lotr #lotr fanfic

[maraudingforflesh]

BokuAka

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5096105

In Another Life (22,995 words); bruh y’all already know this fic!! This terminal illness fic is beautifully written and absolutely murders me every time

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/32903947

only everyone can judge me (5,057 words); bokuto and his journey with bpd

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27702301/chapters/67798600

Birdwatching (13,493 words); 5 times Akaashi stared at Bokuto +1 time it was the other way around

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27008110

but when he loves me, i feel like i'm floating (4,194 words); they get married right out of high school and some people find that hard to believe but it works for them

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/28070040

Cold to the Touch (10,984 words); akaashi gets a contact high whenever bokuto touches him and struggles with his feelings toward his best friend and his complicated home life

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25311826/chapters/61367722

Say Yes (7,721 words); 5 times Bokuto asks Akaashi a life-changing question +1 time Akaashi has a life-changing question for Bokuto

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18806401

Not the first time (6,869 words); 5 times Bokuto and Akaashi slept together +1 the first time after they started dating

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24588904

you don't have to say i love you to say i love you (8,289 words); 5 ways Akaashi says I love you to Bokuto Koutarou +1 time he finally says it out loud

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11990982/chapters/27127626

Different Types of “Like” (20,484 words); the different ways akaashi and bokuto have liked or loved one another (I am particularly weak for the chapter in which akaashi plays his first team match with bokuto and gets to show off his ace’s talent)

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/17001786

we were the Protagonists of the world (14,968 words); akaashi smells like lavender

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/10553194

Remember When (12,081 words); sweet friends-to-lovers fic that just chronicles their relationship-defining interactions both big and mundane

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/22231510/chapters/53082763#workskin

the strange music of your heart (18,446 words); everyone knows that akaashi has a crush on bokuto, including bokuto, but it still takes some time for them to be together

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23381929/chapters/56028277

tiny light (15,337 words); 5 times they cuddle while sleeping +1 time where they lay out all of their feelings for one another

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/12332700

It Starts with the Light (22,105 words); this fic follows their first year knowing each other and it’s just such a sweet get together fic. Also I’m obsessed with this one bc it’s a very personally cathartic read for me.

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/24876484

love me the way i am (17,930 words); gay can be a very dangerous word, but finding a support system can certainly help to build a life where you can be happy

https://www.archiveofourown.org/series/915996

Owl Notes (series); their relationship starts with an owl plush and passing notes

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/4850861

arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to (7,290 words); bokuto has a lot of self esteem issues due to his being the family disappointment

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/23045230

Red Reed (5,177 words); it starts when akaashi becomes a little fixated on the absolute territory between bokutos knee pads and his shorts

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/25690681

take my jacket (5,221 words); everybody else on the team knows that bokuto and akaashi are in love

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/9322433

it's all you ever talk about (4,253 words); this here’s a good old-fashioned friends to lovers fic and akaashi wears bokutos jacket at some point so that’s an extra bonus

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/25586839

safe spaces (5,647 words); bokuto seems off during a text exchange so akaashi heads to his dorm to join his boyfriend in a blanket fort

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8923759/chapters/20441101

Red sky at night (12,107 words); three time akaashi visits bokuto at university

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/25682872

sweater weather (3,161 words); sharing clothes from sweatshirts to gloves to jerseys one time by accident

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4105096/chapters/9250087

Give me (22,932 words); a super nice friends-to-lovers fic that’s chock full of that good fukuroudani team dynamic content

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/22716505

orion (8,701 words); soulmates!au in which akaashi hates the concept of soulmates but bokuto manages to find him anyway

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/26021671

Not A Fever Dream (3,639 words); bokuto confesses during a bout of fever-induced delirium

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/18191426

A Lot of Things; Everything (4,895 words); their relationship encompasses multitudes and they are a lot of things to each other

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9121696/chapters/20731192

(Don’t) Touch Me (17,074 words); akaashi hates being touched

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/23811040

A Great Day (7,254 words); bokuto wakes up feeling like it’s going to be a great day and this fic is just so damn sweet

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/18995170

Set To Fall (4,331 words); bokuto shows up sick to practice and it goes downhill from their until akaashi has to take him home

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/26114143

spill my guts (5,296 words); this one is a super cute get together friends-to-lovers fic

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/22140781

Molten Dreams of Amber (7,745 words); akaashi gets severely ill during a training camp and a storm keeps everybody inside

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/20001517

Ace, stop pushing yourself! (5,517 words); bokuto gets the flu during a training camp

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5705707/chapters/13144018

35mm (20,918 words); akaashi watches old movies and falls in love with a boy from his team who becomes his best friend

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9715634/chapters/21915647

bitter (13,976 words); akaashi gets so many chocolates on Valentine’s Day that he has to use a spreadsheet to make sure he remembers everyone to thank for white day but he doesn’t even like sweets or girls

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27057817/chapters/66061732

fine line (19,239 words); akaashi loves bokuto but it takes him some time to feel worthy of going after what he wants

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6003922

stating the obvious (13,346 words); a lot of things are different and uncertain when bokuto goes to college but akaashi is a steady constant even if they definitely are not dating because he would know if they were

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25031926

just to miss the sun (15,126 words); in which akaashi becomes associated publicly with bokuto and the msby black jackals after bokuto crashes his booktube live stream

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/31447175

5 Times Akaashi fixed Bokuto and the 1 time Bokuto fixed Akaashi Instead (3,995 words); they reassure each other and take care of each other bc they’re best friends and also they’re in love

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/32147371

Next Thursday (10,640 words); college!au in which bokuto is a himbo jock and akaashi is tutoring him in his history class

https://www.archiveofourown.org/works/32363524

Akaashi Keiji's Saving Grace ( SPOILER ALERT: NOT ) (11,151 words); au in which akaashi choses fukurodani because of bokuto who has been retired due to an injury by the time akaashi gets there

#haikyuu #bokuaka

[srose-foxfire]

Can you write a Damirae prompt on like their first date??

A/N: I been wracking my brain all day to pick just ONE idea for this particular prompt and being Valentine’s Day today. I wanted to give you all a small gift that I hope will bring you smiles. ^_^  Happy Valentines Day!!!

Enjoy!!!

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“Hold me, whatever lies beyond this morning,

Is a little later on,

Regardless of warnings,

The future doesn’t scare me at all,

Nothing is like before.”

~ Simple and Clean by Hikaru Utada

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A soft summer breeze swept Raven’s short hair, the young mage allowed the night cool air to sweep away her worries she had that evening. She didn’t understand why she was feeling uneasy. She has faced countless enemies before, and they would bring even the best hero some fear. But tonight, was a different battle, one she had never experienced before and could only rely on the knowledge she knew from her books. Her first date.

Raven always imagined and even dreamed what her first date would be; spending valuable time with someone who would understand better than she understood herself. Perhaps reading certain novels together, going to watch some movie at the cinema, or even just having a drink outside a nice small café. Raven had dreamt her first date would be awkward since it was just the start of their relationship, but she wasn’t sure if the feelings she was currently feeling were right. Raven felt restless, like she had no control over anything happening tonight. To make matters worse she felt her stomach turn inside of her, making Raven fear she would ruin the night if she hurled whatever she may consume.

Raven had prepared herself mentally not to act different. To keep being true to herself, but no matter how much she had meditated earlier that day it didn’t help. Who could act like nothing had changed when her date was none other than Damian Wayne? Publicly he was seen as Bruce Wayne’s second son and the heir to Wayne Industries. Internally? Raven knew him as the new Robin who had joined the Titans just five years ago.

The two would train and patrol together Jump City most nights. Now it was all different, Damian had come to her room one night asking for her presence in the training room. When Raven had gotten there, she assumed he wanted to continue her lessons in close combat training. Instead Damian wasn’t dressed in his Robin uniform he was wearing his civilian clothes with a bouquet of assorted purple flowers in his hand. His face had turned the strangest shade of red, before handling her the bouquet.

“I have feelings for you, I don’t know if you feel the same way, but I needed to tell you. Raven would you like to go out with me?”

And here she was. For their date, Damian had brought them to the same amusement park they had gone when he first joined the titans. Raven was sitting while Damian had gone off to get a snack while they rested. Raven lowered her head onto the cool metal table, she had acted foolish around him all night. First of all, for transportation Damian brought them on his cycle. Making Raven hold him tight for dear life and also making her very well aware of his hard abbs. Then throughout the evening she tried making small talk and somehow confess her own feelings. Though every time they got around to that specific topic Raven would go silent or change the topic. What was she evading? Did she not like him? Damian did make her feel differently, but she couldn’t quite put the words to it. Maybe-

Her train of thought was stopped as someone cleared their throat behind her; “I thought you would like something to drink?” Damian placed a soft drink in front of her.

“Thanks.” With shaky hands, Raven grabbed the drink from him. Damian sat down on the chair next to hers and opened up a small box of fries and onion rings. He gestured to her with a nod of his head and Raven timidly gave him a small smile before grabbing a fry, dipping it into some ketchup. They ate in silence, yet Raven wished she had the courage and speak to him about how she truly felt.

“Is there a particular ride you want to get on?” Raven looked up to find Damian looking through the park’s map. “We have three hours till the park closes.” He then added.

“Um… there’s that new rollercoaster Gar mentioned, we can do that?” Raven suggested, she put her drink down and she scooted her chair closer to his to take a peek at the park’s map and schedule. She found an event that would be good to end their most awkward night. “And there’s a firework show happening at midnight we can watch that… if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Damian added gently, without even realisng it Raven had rested her head onto his shoulder. Raven looked up, to see his emerald eyes looking down warmly at her. Raven had never noticed how green his eyes had been or how they seem to almost glow. She could feel her own face start to flushed, she quickly sat up and took the final sips from her drink.

Damian stood up and went to throw away their trash, he then returned extending his hand towards her. Raven took it but she couldn’t help but look away from him as her face grew hotter when Damian tighten his grip. He gently pulled her and the two started walking towards the rollercoaster. Was this it? She questioned herself, would her spun her around spontaneously and crushed his lips onto hers? No Damian wouldn’t do that, deep down she could feel he wanted to respect her and give her all the time she needed. Damian would act like a complete jerk to the team sometimes but underneath the bad boy act he was kind. Raven had seen it first hand.

Screams of terror were heard from above, she looked up as a speeding coaster whooshed by very quickly. From this point she saw two loops and a few spiraling twists. The ride looked amazing. Raven felt all giddy and before she knew what she was doing she gave Damian a big smile and pull him towards the ride’s entrance.

“I am glad to see you smiling and enjoying yourself.” Damian said in between huffs after the ride. They both had screamed their lungs out and now they were out of breath. “I couldn’t help but notice you’ve seemed distant all night.”

“I am not good with all this, it’s new to me and I just want to- I don’t know make it memorable for you as it’s for me.

“Raven, you accepting my invitation is most memorable for me, these past few hours with you have been amazing. Shall we continue?” Raven could only smile and take his hand once again.

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The night was nearing to an end, the fireworks were about to start, Damian had gotten them on a Ferris wheel before the show. Damian had even given a generous tip to the ride operator to have the ride stalled for when the fireworks started. They sat their together, awkwardly glancing around. This made Raven remember the first time they had share a ride on a Ferris wheel. From the corner of her eyes, Raven noticed Damian hand was trying to reach for hers while he looked away.

Raven could see his cheeks start to flush, she smiled as she reached and took his hand in hers. She looked up into the night sky and saw the full moon radiate of its silver glow. She turned her head and saw Damian was also looking up to the sky. That’s when it all made sense to her.

Raven let go of his hand, Damian turned looking at her with a lifted brow. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his very loud beating heart.

“I have feeling for you too, Damian Wayne.”

Raven couldn’t help but let out a deep sigh as she buried her face into his hard chest. As Damian wrapped both his arms around her, holding her tight against him. She felt silly to think she was dreading this night at the start, but now here in his arms Raven felt nothing but peace consumed her very soul. It made all sense now, when she and her friends imprisoned her father Raven had felt she couldn’t have a home anymore. That she would have to live out her days in Trigon’s hellish dimension, all alone. Then Damian came, in her darkest moment he brought a small speck of light that warmed Raven’s world. Damian Wayne brought her home, he was home.

Raven was content and she couldn’t stop the tears streaming down her face as the night starry sky was illuminated with thousands of fireworks.  But she couldn’t see them, all Raven could see was Damian. Carefully Raven slipped her hands up to cradle his face, she smiled and pulled him in for their first kiss.

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A/N: This was the second prompt that was requested. Feel free to send me any prompts ideas you may have though my next plan is to update the next parts to “First Impressions” and “Under an Autumn Moonlight” afterwards share the first two chapters to a longer Damirae fic (aprox. 15-20 chapters). So I have lots to write and I am very excited to share with you all what I have envisioned in my brain! Till next time! 

~~S.Rose

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Papilionem

Yoongi × reader

Genre: crack, yandere, angst

A/n: I write for my one muse and one muse only, I am scared to be posting again but it really helps to have a friend always have your back and support you. Hopefully I don't disappoint people with my writing. @cosmostae

Prologue (for context)

The human species as Y/n would soon come to understand was extremely selfish and pompous. Not a week had passed since she had crashed onto this planet and suddenly it became her job to save them. Like she owed it to them, when she barely managed to survive there was not one huan that worried about her but only criticsed her and called her incompetent and said that she was bad at her job. Duties aside, she did not deserve this. Why was babysitting this ungrateful species her responsibility. Her duty was to protect earth, the planet not it’s inhabitants. Maybe she should let these pitiful creatures just freeze to death. She hated Yoongi, but somehow she had grown to loathe the human species more. She had managed to secure a home in a rundown building far away from the city. Really far away. Something called ‘radioactivity’ or something was present in the area. She found it funny. ‘Just another one of those superstitions’ she thought. Her large crimson wings shimmered in the golden light of the setting sun. The warmth soothed her skin and helped her take away her attention from the pain from all her injuries that she had sustained while duelling with Yoongi. Her species was really not equipped to handle the cold. A cold dry laugh escaped her lips, finding it comical how over the years while the species of other planets focused on evolving traits that could be weaponized, hers had focussed on peace and aesthetics. Look where that got them. Cryonovians had evolved a trait to specifically destroy her planet and win the long cold war while her planet focussed on stupid things like ‘what is the meaning of life?’ “Mass extinction” She blurted out bitterly. Whilst it was true that her loyalty would always be with her home planet she could not help but be filled with disdain at the pompousness of all those philosophers. Sounds of cracking glass shook her out of her thoughts, straightening her back she poked her head from the sill to survey the surroundings. It definitely was not a human, they were very rigid with this superstition. Swinging her legs off the window sill she floated over the floor to the source of the sound. Her hands were already preparing a small ball of energy. 

Yoongi stood leaning against the door frame, a plastic bag in his hands. Y/n was in no shape to fight and he knew that. If she chose to fight now, she could die, only he wouldn’t let her. He had always found them to be like lamb and lion. There was no winning chance for the lamb but he found it cute how it still tried. His amusement had developed into an infatuation that he had denied for a very long until Hoseok, his closest friend from the neighbouring planet had made him realize that he was smitten with the lamb. It was from then that he did everything in his power to get the two of them together on Earth, away from all the dirty politics, of course he did not want the annihilation of her planet, but then that Jimin showed up and suddenly that planet needed to go. The first time he saw her on this filthy planet, looking so vulnerable, he was ready to recite the confession he had spent days preparing. He expected her to be angry or cry but he really did not expect the way his throat constricted and heart raced at the sight of her. His words formed a lump in his throat that made it hard for him to breathe.  That night she had knocked him off his feet, in every sense of the phrase. The days that followed seemed like a fun show to put on. He realized that watching her lose made him happy. This part of himself he was still battling with. How could he enjoy hurting someone he loved? Was it the fact that he hurt her or the fact that he never killed her? He enjoyed the control and the act of mercy he showed her everytime they duelled. It felt like a bonding activity to him.

“What? What are you here for? You are going to kill me aren’t you?” Y/n asked when she saw him leaning against the door. Yoongi took in her bruised body, and ripped wing, the bruises on her knuckles when she had had the grand idea of using physical attacks with him, it had felt like punching a brick of ice. It pained him to see her like that, knowing that he was the reason for it. That is not what he wants their future to be, when they do get married he would not be caught dead hurting her. “Why would I do that?” He asked, furrowing his brow. Y/n’s lower lip jut out in annoyance, eyes glaring daggers at him. “Oh, right I forgot, you prefer to mock me publicly everytime we fight.” She spat. “Mock you? I-” Shaking his head, he chose not to talk about it, “I came here bearing gifts.” He said raising his hands and showing her the plastic bag, the act making her flinch and making a dull pain settle in his chest. She did not feel safe around him, but he would fix that, starting with these juice boxes and packed potato chips. “I want nothing from you.” she said, moving away to create distance between them. “No, don’t say that! I had to freeze the cashier for these!” He protested, walking towards her again. 

“I don’t have a home to go back to. Do you know what that is like?” She blurted out, her eyes welled up and voice broke at the end of the question. Yoongi felt his heart constrict, “I would not go back either, I will stay here with you.” He offered, he did not want to see her in more pain, he had already caused her enough of that. His offer was met with the faint feeling of getting hit by her energy blasts on the arm. She did not have the strength to hurt him, it felt like a slight tap on the shoulder at best. “You have people to go back to. People who love you, care about you, who are waiting for you. I- I am alone on this planet, trapped with no where to go, their stupid atmosphere feels like a glass jar. I have no one to go to and no one who would take care of me! I can’t live with this loneliness forever!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face, she hid her face in her hands, falling to her knees, cutting them against the glass shards. Green blood dripped from her wounds, unlike the humans it was nitrogen her species needed. Most species relied on nitrogen and helium, luckily earth had enough nitrogen to sustain her. “You’re right, I don’t know what that is like.” Yoongi finally admitted, he took slow steps when approaching her, with great caution he wrapped his glacial arms around her “but I am willing to understand. We are away from all the war, away in a world of our own, maybe sometimes we just don’t have to fight,” He cooed at her, running his hand through her hair. He did not receive an answer from her, but as the sun set, Y/n cried herself to sleep inYoongi’s embrace. 

When she woke up in the morning, Yoongi was not around, a cool sensation lingered on her arms but it wasn’t the kind that caused discomfort, it made her understand why humans used ice on wounds. After breaking down last night in front of the man she had sworn to kill, she felt the pain fade and dull in a manner that fomentation with ice could only do. His words played in her head “A world of our own” he had said, no one would know if they fought or not, last night she felt a comfort she had not felt in a long time, but then again, she had not been shown kindness in a long time. It was the bare minimum on Yoongi’s part, she brushed it off as basic courtesy, as for what he said, she would give him an answer once her wounds healed. In the words of the human philosopher, Taylor Swift “Band aids don’t fix bullet holes” and she had just endured air bombings. 

The wings took the longest to heal, it took great patience to see them come together and for the scar to disappear. She took a day for herself, tried those potato chips and almost gagged at the ridiculous amount of sugar in that litchi juice box. Given that she hated sugar so much, she figured that she would use it to address Yoongi. She was growing tired of using that Cryonovian name. She wrote him a letter that day, to be fair, she wrote him at least thirty but sent only one. 

“Dear Yoongi, Yoongi, Suga,

What happened between us, nothing happened betw Maybe it is easier for you to ask for a few moments of peace, you have not lost everything that you had known to be true about your existence or purpose. With my planet no longer existing, I have often questioned why I must still keep the promises of an extinct species, but I understand it now. You froze a man to death for some edibles, something I could never do, these humans, they are so fragile… they need my protection, I must protect them from people like you who simply take and take and take. You took my home and my love, you are taking from these people too. I may not be strong enough to defeat you yet, but I will never stop trying, so long as humans can see that I am good and you are not, I will fight. When next we speak it will be as rivals.”

They did meet as rivals again. High above in the sky, a crimson winged fairy fought a white haired cryokinesis wielding assassin. With new found motivation coursing through her veins, she fought Yoongi. A part of her acted impulsively, filled with denial for finding comfort in his arms. She was relentless in her rain of energy on his figure. She knew that she was doing better than she ever had, she might just win, maybe she would mock him too. Let him live to be defeated again. Make a spectacle out of him like he did everytime. She allowed herself a small glance at the crowd gathered below that cheered for her today. That believed in her after so long. Only… they didn’t. They hated her for doing well against the mysterious bad boy villain with ice powers. They hated her for trying. They hated her no matter what she did. A sudden sense of despair consumed her, making her mind go numb, a window that Yoongi used to gain the upper hand. He had not intended to hit her heart, he aimed for her arm, he watched with dread filled eyes as her unconscious body started falling through the air. In his panic and desperation he reached out his hand to hold her, letting her survive that fall. Losing control of his powers in his state of distress he watched the icicle impale her heart in horror. The screaming of the crowd died down and the sound that echoed in his head over and over was the thud that had accompanied Y/n’s fall. He had killed her.

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Star is getting better, Sam is getting a friend, Stephen is a Sad White Boy™. A layover chapter. I'm not very happy with how this turned out but hey, it's an update and its still pandemi-lovato outside, we gotta be gentle on ourselves. PA turned out to be way more serious than I planned it to be anyways and I think that's very yeehaw of me to expand my writing from the usual almost-crackfics that I write. Love you all 3000.

Days stretched like a piece of chewed up gum, bleeding into one another at a snail's pace, one dull grey NYC afternoon after the other. The hospital wing I was forced to camp out in Tony's tower was top notch but everything, starting from the constant beeping to the sharp, chemical smells, irritated me, and what little strength I had to communicate was mostly spent on listening to Sam's tall tales.

Odette had stopped by shortly after the first wave of weakness had set in; no, I didn't dramatically faint or suddenly develop third stage cancer, I simply turned into a near-catatonic vegetable, devoid of any emotion or will to exist. My bones were like Jell-o, my thoughts - sluggish, sparse clouds that rarely swam in the grey plains of my overtired mind.

My boss was fussing over me for hours, I heard faint echoes of her and Stephen's argumentative conversations before she flipped out and shut the door to my hospital room, strong aromas of incense and smoke briefly overshadowing the bleach and plastic stench every hospital seemed to have. I

I became mostly coherent after her ministrations; enough to see the dark circles under her eyes and the ghastly tone of her skin. More often than not, I couldn't even properly focus my vision, things like using the bathroom and eating three times a day were the worst chores I'd ever had to do.

My body was trying to convince me to wither away, to simply allow the vessel for my spirit to become one with the Earth once more. I had no energy to process what had happened on the foreign planet; when I slept, I didn't dream, I didn't have nightmares, time just flowed like a fast, untamed river, my weary body drifting along the calmer streams of the shoreline and occasionally bumping into a stone of daily routine.

My stubbornness, however, was an inherent part of me. I had considered, many times, simply giving up; the voices in my head whispered at me their poisonous ideas. It would be so easy, to fall asleep and never wake up. They baited me with the promises of afterlife, of golden halls and spaces full of light and warmth.

Sam had started spending a lot of time at my bedside absolutely unprompted; sometimes, he'd hold my hand, gentle, tender fingers drawing senseless squiggles on the inside of my palm. Faint echoes of his aura told me he was worried for me, but also grateful for what I did for Stephen and angry at someone. I tried not to think about the last part: I could sense their pity and their unease every time one of his teammates stopped by my hospital room.

A healthy-looking young woman spending most of her days blankly staring at the wall wasn't a picture-postcard view. Sam wasn't bothered by it in the slightest, and when I finally clawed my way out of the dredges to be able to answer questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no', he promptly lit up, speaking to me in a happy tone that almost wasn't forced.

Tony stopped by, too, usually late in the evening, when he thought I and everyone else was asleep. He sat next to me, his intelligent brown eyes fixed on my face for twenty, thirty minutes at a time before he'd stroke my hair or run a hot, calloused palm over my arm, and then took his leave, slow, shuffling footsteps quietly receding into the hallways. I really didn't know what to think about Tony, he had always been quite quirky, but his gestures were... Nice.

Stephen... Him, his actions, I understood the least. He had argued with Tony, argued with Odette and I was sure I heard him and the Black Widow scream at each other during lunch time. Sometimes I thought I heard his voice, at night, the darkness behind my eyelids suddenly bursting with golden sparks and green bokeh but when I finally mustered up the strength to open my eyes, the empty, white walls were all that greeted me.

Stephen never stopped by, I rarely heard his voice outside of my room and almost always it was one bickering or another, mostly with Sam muttering a few choice words as he noisily sat down on the chair next to me. As much as I hated to admit it, it bothered me. Near-death experiences tended to leave a strong imprint on the human mind and whether Stephen liked it or not, we were connected for life.

"Then Steve, the dumbass, just jumps out of the plane. No chute, no warning," Sam's voice, drifting between fond and annoyed, snapped me out of my stupor. "Robot-brain curses, yells at his boyfriend like he can hear him and just... Does the same fucking thing," the exasperation made a tiny spark of mirth settle in me. I flexed my fingers despite the dull ache, gripping Sam's fingers in my palm. I didn't need to see him to know he immediately perked up. "Meanwhile I'm standing there with my wings, trying to figure out where in life did I take the wrong turn to end up with these two idiots."

"You should get them," I swallowed, my throat dry, my vocal cords tense from the lack of use. "One of those... Backpack leashes," the words were a battle to get out, it was a fight with a brick wall to force my brain to string sounds into a sentence, but I persisted.

"Should I say 'welcome back'?" Sam's optimism is cautious.

"Gettin' there," I forced my eyes to meet his, to see the life bustling in him. To feel alive, even by proxy.

"I should get Strange here, he's been running himself ragged these days, tryin' to figure out how to bring you back," Sam's free hand scrambled for his cell as I struggled to raise my eyebrows. "Yeah, yeah, I was as surprised as you were, Tony barely gets the wizard to sleep and eat."

Faint pangs of shame wormed into my headspace, for assuming the worst when I knew that his façade of vitriol and sarcasm was just that - a wall to protect himself. My rediscovery of the ability to feel, even if it was gooey shame, grounded me in this plane of existence, forcing me to face reality and return to it.

"I feel like shit," for once in my life, I allowed myself to openly, publicly complain about my state of being.

"Yeah, I couldn't tell," Sam's tone was refreshingly teasing. "Odette and Strange explained what you did. Well, sort of," the man scratched his chin. "I understood about half of it, really, but what matters is that you were badass as fuck!"

I struggled to hold onto that sense of being present. "Well, it wasn't my choice," I felt the need to state the fact. "I'm a conductor, of sorts."

Sam's eyebrows rose, both of his hands encompassing my lax palm. "Wizard-man said you consciously directed the energies, or whatever."

I felt the tiniest laugh bubble up from the bottom of my throat, my dry, chapped lips stretched on their own accord. "Because it tickled and itched. It was annoying," I belatedly suspected that there was something... Off, about my explanation.

Sam's gaping expression, exasperated disbelief, put me on edge. "You thought that radioactive ash tickles and severe nerve damage itches?" His head shook from side to side, as if he was trying to get rid of a persistent mosquito.

"Um," I had the decency to look away. "I didn't know it was radioactive," I meekly supplied as the door to my hospital room all but flew open.

Stephen looked - not much better than me, if I had to guess, with the exception of a highly anxious face instead of the (probably) dead inside high school drama club goth that I looked like. The Cape billowed behind him despite a lack of any wind, wiggling as my eyes widened in response to the fabric moving on its own.

"You're okay," Stephen's baritone had me snapping up to meet his stormy eyes with a speed I wasn't aware I possessed at this stage of my recovery. The sorcerer stood silently, eyeing me in turn.

"I'll go get some coffee," Sam delicately interjected, giving my hand a brief squeeze and all but running out the door.

"Radioactive?" I repeated the question that bothered me the most. Shock seized my chest as I fully faced the implications of our impromptu adventure, but I welcomed the acrid sensations, desperate to feel anything at all.

"Yes," the sorcerer took a few long, hurried strides before crashing into the chair. "I didn't notice at first, but then you grabbed my hand and," a jerky inhale followed the confession. "I felt the healing burn, I felt how your body rejected the particles," his speech stuttered. Slender, gloved fingers pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'd be dead in an hour, maybe, if not for..."

I was equally at a loss for words, it seemed. "Weren't we... Harmful to others when we..?" I struggled to form my thoughts.

"You burnt it all off," Stephen replied curtly, puzzled. "Your whole being rejected everything that came from that wretched place. Tony insisted we run tests, do scans. Neither of us have even residual radiation from past x-rays," Stephen's fingers twitched. "But that's not all."

"Your hands?" I offered, remembering some of Sam's words.

A sharp inhale coming from the sorcerer answered my question, if not in detail, and the man himself hesitated to reply for a reason I did not know. I didn't undo the damage, this much I knew was true. He swallowed loudly, eyes firmly planted on the wall opposite me. "They do not hurt anymore," the words were barely louder than a whisper.

I chewed on my lip, slowly, idly, letting Stephen process whatever bothered him that much. He should have been happy, or so I thought, that there was one less thing in this world that had the potential of giving him a headache. "Good," I simply replied, attempting to shrug.

"No, you don't understand," he suddenly lifted his eyes, staring at me hotly. "You did so at the expense of your own life, your lifespan, you energy, your ability to have child-"

I stopped his rant, lifting up one shaky, and my feeble gesture instantly made the tired, broken man deflate into someone that reeked of shame and regret. His shoulders dropped, head briefly touching the side of my bed. For all purposes, I nearly acquired a lapful of kicked puppy Stephen.

Mustering up my very last dregs of energy, I scoffed in his direction: "Don't fucking tell me what to do, wizard," before the familiar weight of apathy began taking over me again. One sluggish thought after the other, I came to a conclusion that he was experiencing a sort of survivor's guilt, except I didn't die.

Or maybe I did? Maybe I'd left some unknown, invisible part of me on the irradiated plains of a foreign world, coming home as a shell of my former self. To their eyes, at least, it could have looked the part; not too long after Stephen's departure, I mustered up the strength and the courage to look into a mirror, to properly see the damage I'd done to myself.

An ashen undertone to my skin, my eyes had sunken deeply into my surprisingly angular face. I had the look of a person who'd survived famine and torture, at least. I appeared to be as dull and disgusting as I felt. For what felt the first time in ages, I carefully, slowly ran myself a hot bath with some of the fancy toiletries placed in the bathroom, because of course Tony would have a full size bath in a hospital room, the steaming, herbal-smelling liquid almost instantaneously giving a boost to my blood flow and speeding up the living energies within my exhausted form.

Sam was waiting for me when I stepped out heated and pruney, a lopsided tilt to his lips and the mouthwatering smell of coffee gathering saliva in my mouth for the first time in days.

"Stephen needs to see a fucking therapist," I grouched, sitting down on the bed, bundled up in a fluffy bathrobe.

Wilson's responding eyeroll was pure reflex. "They all do," he reached out for his thermos, having noticed me eyeing it. A paper cup was promptly filled and given to me. "I can recommend a few, by the way. That specialise in unusual circumstances," he eyed me with kindness, gesturing towards the hospital room with a wide wave of his hand.

I chewed on my lip. "I don't think it will help much, at least right now, since all my hurts are- eh, magical," I shrugged. "I gotta figure out how to stop my limbs from feeling like cooked spaghetti noodles first." The coffee tasted like the usual hospital sludge but somehow, after being devoid of all feeling, it was the single best thing I've had in the past week.

"Seems like a solid plan," Sam agreed. "Your boss is a scary lady, by the way. And I mean it respectfully."

The corners of my mouth tilted up. "Yeah, but she's also very experienced and very kind. She knows her stuff."

Sam quickly looked to the side and as I followed the direction of his stare, i spied a pile of empty Tupperware boxes, causing me to lift an eyebrow at the suddenly bashful man.

"What?" He tried for indignant but it came out as a squeak. "I'm a man, god dammit! I am given free food, I take the free food!"

The realization set in. "She's feeding you now? Did you hit on my boss to get food, Sam?" I wagged my fingers, enjoying the face expressions the man was making, probably, a little more than I should. He looked like a right bird when disgruntled, all puffed up and glaring.

"No!" He almost shrieked. "She cornered me, said I was doing God's work by sitting and talking to you! She just started bringing those... Casseroles, every time she stopped by," the agitation in his voice was quite funny to me. "Not like it's a chore, I actually like the peace and quiet. You've been the best listener I've had in the past year," Sam's grin grew more genuine. "And I don't have to see RoboCop's mug all day or listen to someone argue over the best pasta shape."

"Your house sounds like a nightmare," I supplied conversationally, remembering my own peculiar place and the set of rules and- SHIT, I belatedly realized, someone might went to my apartment to get my stuff and gotten in trouble. "Sam, who went to my place to get my stuff?" I asked, trying to force down the bubbling unease.

"Some lady stopped by, I think her name was also Sam?" He quietly questioned. "Had two kids with her, the boy kept staring at me like I'd stolen his lunch money," the man finished off his coffee, gathering the trash and noisily throwing it in the bin.

"Yeah, that's my neighbor. And Armin is a cool little dude, he's just very shy," I offered absent-mindedly, inwardly breathing a massive sigh of relief.

"He looks like the boy from 'I see dead people' movie," Sam deadpanned, opening a large drawer and extracting my gym bag from it. "I'll leave you to get dressed," we nodded to each other before Sam left the room, phone to his ear and a relaxed atmosphere around his whole being radiating warmth and contentment. That was a nice change from the tense, grim atmosphere of the days past. I could get used to it, could re-learn how to let myself feel like a living being again.

I was eager to return home; stepping in through the portal, my living room greeted me exactly the way I left it the day I went to work, a few books scattered on the couch, my fleece blanket hanging halfway off the couch. Stephen hovered behind me as I set my bag down on the table, immediately surveying the state of my plants and my altar.

"Do you need, um, help with anything?" He was fidgeting, all but vibrating behind me.

Apparently, Sam had talked some sense into the wizard because he stopped by a few times since that day, for a short small-talk or a cup of coffee, the kicked puppy look back on full display.

I told Sam off, of course, saying that I was an adult and so was Strange, but something in his knee-jerk reaction told me that he was so used to playing referee, it didn't even register with him that I might be able to handle my own business. I told Sam that much, taking his hand in me: I wanted a friend, not a parent, not a therapist. It went pretty smoothly.

"No, not really," I figured I could water my own plants and vacuum my own floors. My phone buzzed at that moment, a number saved in my phone as "Tony 😎" coming through with an absolutely outrageous message.

"I'm bringing pizza in 20. You better have Netflix. Tell Dumbledore to pick up his phone."

I promptly thrust the phone in Stephen's face, who instantly developed an equally annoyed and fond expression, as he searched the numerous pockets of his robe for the sleek, light StarkPhone. "Resistance is futile," he sighed, sitting down on the couch as I went to change into something fresh and water my plants while Stephen flicked through my Netflix. I heard him mutter to himself: "Grey's anatomy? Sixth season? Oh my God," with the tone of a man tortured.

"I had a roomie in college who majored in Medical History," I snorted. "When she had a bad day, she'd absolutely pick apart every single thing in the show. From the doctor's misconduct to the way a surgeon was holding the scalpel," I explained, seeing Stephen's eyes sparkle with amusement. "She was absolutely vicious and it was the most hilarious thing."

The sorcerer stroked his chin, leaning back into the couch. "That's acceptable. All medical shows are rubbish," he stated firmly. His phone beeped, causing him to sigh and conjure up a portal within seconds, in the corner of my apartment I had aptly designated to be the landing pad to myself. Tony stepped in, a bottle of wine and three steaming pizza boxes in hand. Smiling at his boyfriend, Stephen turned to me with a curious look: "What did you major in?"

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When We Were Young- Chapter 32- An Obitine Story

They were fabulous, and everyone in the ballroom knew it. The family was graceful when gliding down the main stairs and across the dance floor. They were elegant and poised when they clustered around the throne, and the Duchess' smile was so warm and kind that many politicians smiled back at her.

Satine took a breath, “Friends, fellow Mandalorians, and guests. I am overjoyed to host you tonight alongside my family. It is my great pleasure to introduce them to you, and it’s my honor to welcome everyone I hold dear to my happy home. Thank you.”

Polite clapping echoed through the hall, and the musicians began to play. Satine nodded at her children and they walked up to their chosen partners, who were also making their way towards the throne. There was much excitement in the ballroom, it was bold to open with a waltz, but the Duchess was pleased. Everyone was talking about the children and who they were dancing with.

“You’ve put on quite the show.” Obi-Wan whispered, taking Jynn.

“I certainly have,” Satine agreed, cradling Lyra, “and here come the first parliamentarians.”

They bowed to the Duchess and gave a polite nod to Obi-Wan.

“Your Grace, Master Jedi.”

“Thank you for coming, Your Excellencies,” Satine smiled, “may I introduce Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, the father of my children.”

The men bowed, but didn’t grace the Jedi with a title.

“We were wondering, Your Grace,” one man spoke up, “if we might introduce the committee on updating the line of succession.”

“Of course,” Satine stood, “We’d love to be introduced.”

The Committee on Updating the Line of Succession was twenty people, and Obi-Wan handled them all with proper formality. Satine was quite proud.

“And if I may, Your Excellencies,” the Jedi gestured, “I know Master Yoda has stated he’d like to meet you.”

It was clear from the beginning of the conversation that Master Yoda wished the children to be heirs, and he all but told the committee this.

Jynn reached out to Master Yoda, “Ye ye-”

With a smile, the old Jedi watched with pride as Jynn walked over to him, holding Obi-Wan’s hand of course.

“You’re quite the favorite aren’t you, Master.” Anakin teased, approaching with Padme on his arm.

“Very cute, the child is,” Master Yoda grinned, “named after a former Padawan of mine, as well, she is.”

“We’ll take Lyra if you’d like to dance,” Padme suggested, “we don’t mind little ones.”

Satine grinned and shot a look at Obi-Wan.

“That sounds like a wonderful idea, thank you.”

They spun around for three dances and Satine had a wonderful time.

“Everyone is watching us.” Obi-Wan grinned.

Satine winked, “Get used to it, Ben.” 

After their dances they went back to schmoozing politicians, it was much less fun. They talked to every party of parliament. Red, orange, yellow, and white. It was quite late when Lyra walked for the first time.

“Ah ah-” the little ejuculated.

She was reaching out her little fist towards her mother and scrambled out of Padme’s arms. Waddling over, she cried again.

“Ah ah!”

Everyone cooed as Satine picked up her youngest, kissing her on the forehead.

“I’m here, Lyra, I’m here.”

By the end of the night, Jynn and Lyra were asleep in their parents’ arms as the guests bid their Duchess goodnight.

“Lovely evening,” Anakin smiled, “we really should do this again.”

Obi-Wan clasped his friend’s hand, “We’ll see you for the welcoming ceremony.”

Finally, when the night was over, Satine took her daughters to the jewel room.

“Pierre?”

The Royal Jewelmaster bowed.

“A success, Your Grace?” 

“Most certainly,” Satine took off her tiara, “thank you for your help.”

It was nearly four in the morning when Satine and Obi-Wan were changing the twins back into their pajamas.

“They’re smiling.” Obi-Wan sighed.

“Yes,” Satine agreed, “happy to be in bed.”

Finally, when the Duchess and her Jedi got to bed, they practically collapsed. 

“So much talking.” Obi-Wan complained, hand on his head.

“I know,” Satine sighed, “but I’m sure it’ll be worth it.”

Parna and Khaami were kind enough to give Satine and Obi-Wan two extra hours of sleep before waking them up.

“Satine, Master Jedi?”

Obi-Wan groaned, his Duchess swatted him in the face and woke him up.

Khaami snorted, “Parliament has sent a statement to us early, it says the children will join the line of succession once you marry.”

The Duchess froze. Really? Was it that easy?

“Satine,” Obi-Wan drawled out the syllables of her name, clearly smiling, “will you marry me.”

The Duchess sighed, “Why don’t you propose when you’re awake and you’ve eaten.”

Obi-Wan groaned and Satine kissed his head.

“Ladies,” she turned, “what shall I wear for my engagement day?”

Khaami snorted.

Your favorite ensemble,” Parna suggested, “maybe the salmon pink one?”

“You’re right,” Satine agreed, sitting up, “I’ll save the extravagance for the wedding.”

The Duchess and her ladies went into the closet to investigate, and when they came out, Obi-Wan was gone.

“Likey to prepare.” Khaami remarked.

Satine giggled, “I’m excited.”

“You should be,” Parna grinned, picking up a hair brush, “you’re going to be proposed to today.”

It happened that night, and Satine was anxious all during the day. Towards the afternoon she thought her Jedi wasn’t going to propose at all, but then Korkie came to get her.

“Lady Mother,” he was trying not to smile, “please come with me.”

All of a sudden Satine was nervous.

“Let me fix my hair.”

“Lady Mother,” Korkie grinned, “you’re fine.”

They walked out to the garden and into the maze.

“Korkie, what-”

The secret center of the maze looked lovely. There were pale blue silks tied between the trees and bunches of lilies stuffed into the hedges. There was a small picnic blanket on the ground with a bunch of food. The Duchess was so distracted she didn’t even notice Korkie leave.

“Dex’s diner,” Satine laughed, “Ben, you really know how to create a romantic evening.”

“Don’t I?” Obi-Wan asked, coming out from behind a tree.

“Hiding, were you?” the Duchess teased.

Obi-Wan winked, “I wanted to know what my lady thought.”

Satine walked up to her Jedi and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love it.”

“Come,” Obi-Wan took Satine’s hand, “sit.”

It was nice to have a romantic evening with her Jedi, they hadn’t really had a dedicated time to themselves since the battle was over, and now that the Separatists had lost their biggest leaders, the end of the war was in sight.

“Satine,” Obi-Wan looked up suddenly, “dance with me.”

The Duchess smiled and held out her hand, she didn’t need to be told twice. They twirled around the garden a couple of times before Obi-Wan stopped, kissed the Duchess’ hand, and got down on one knee.

“Satine Kryze,” the Jedi’s eyes softened, “you’ve made my life a joy to live. You’ve brought me six wonderful children, with three more to come, and I couldn’t imagine a better end to my days than spending them with you and our family.”

Obi-Wan reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. Satine gasped, it was a simple silver band with two gems next to each other. One, a purple tourmaline and the other a lapis lazuli stone. The Duchess of Mandalore choked up.

“Satine,” Obi-Wan’s voice pronounced her name like an enchantment, “will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, Obi-Wan Ben Kenobi,” Satine sighed, “I’ll marry you.”

The Jedi kissed his Duchess and it felt like the stars were raining glitter down on them. When the couple separated, the noticed cheering from the balcony. They turned, all six children were waving.

“Are those binoculars?” Satine asked, horrified.

“I told them they could watch our performance.” Obi-Wan admitted.

“Ben,” the Duchess huffed, “you must be very proud of yourself.”

“I am,” the Jedi straightened, “I have a fiancee.”

The press went wild when the engagement was announced, of course, it was just after the update to the line of succession had been publicly known. A wedding date was set for three months later, which definitely shocked the press, but excitement overruled surprise and all was well.

Satine was telling Hera all about it during her sonogram.

“Really,” the nurse asked, “cheering in the press room?”

“Yes,” the Duchess giggled, “this wedding has all the gossip columns excited.”

“Naturally,” Hera agreed, “how are you feeling?”

“A little big for fourteen weeks.” Satine confessed.

“Triplets,”the nurse reminded, “how’s your sleep?”

Satine laughed, “Once I find a good position I sleep like the dead.”

“Good,” Hera smiled, “I don’t see any problems, but we’ll do another one in a month, then you’ll get to see them.”

Obi-Wan came with Satine that time to see the triplets, and Hera was thrilled.

“Finally,” she huffed, “responsibility will be taken.”

The Jedi looked uncomfortable, the Duchess snorted. Hera seemed unbothered.

“This will be cold.” she warned.

It was all worth it when the triplets appeared on screen however, Obi-Wan burst into tears.

“Ben-”

“This is the first time I’ve been with them since before birth.” he choked.

“Oh, Obi,” Satine kissed his knuckles, “it’s alright, look at them some more.”

“Two boys and a girl.” Hera confirmed.

Satine smiled, her Jedi wiped his eyes.

“I still don’t see any issues,” the nurse added, “all healthy.”

Obi-Wan sighed.

“Names,” the Duchess told her fiance, “names are what we should be thinking about.”

That night as the parents shared the happy news with their children, Khaami ushered the Duchess away with an important call.

“Hera’s dead.”

Satine was aghast, “What?”

“They found her at home,” Khaami’s eyes moistened, “with the death watch symbol carved into her head.”

The Duchess choked out a sob and her lady wrapped her arms around her.

“Why?” Satine asked, tears streaming down her face.

“I don’t know,” Khaami answered, “but the police are looking into it.”

“Satine-”

“They killed her, Obi,” the Duchess turned, “they killed Hera.”

The Jedi’s eyes went wide.

“No, oh, Satine, I’m so sorry.”

It was at the vigil they held at the palace that Korkie suggested they name the baby after her.

“I like that,” the Duchess smiled sadly, a hand on her stomach, “I like that.”

The next couple of months went by as Satine planned the biggest event of her life. She had many dress fittings, menu meetings, guest list organizing, and so much more. As the day approached, Satine found herself slightly nervous.

“Can you believe it,” Obi-Wan asked, “tomorrow?”

“I know,” the Duchess smiled, “we’re getting married.”

“Darling,” the Jedi rolled over, “is that apprehension I sense?”

“No,” Satine sighed, “just nerves.”

“Aw,” Obi-Wan wrapped his arms around his fiancee, “you’ll be great.”

The Duchess turned to look at her Jedi.

“Promise you won’t leave me at the altar?” she asked, half kidding.

“Satine,” Obi-Wan kissed her, “tomorrow is the most exciting day of my life.”

“Sleep well, then,” Satine grinned, “because tomorrow we’ll actually be married.”

The morning of the wedding could only be described as chaotic. Everyone was running all over, servants and the royal family, with news, outfits, jewels, and more news.

“The guests are arriving,” Parna huffed, “and your children have gone out to greet them.”

“All of them?” Satine asked.

“Not me, Lady Mother,” Korkie smiled, poking his head in, “we’re going to make an entrance.”

“We certainly are.” the Duchess agreed.

Satine was wearing yellow, the traditional color for Mandalorian weddings, and she looked fabulous. Wearing a crown of lilies to match the embroidered flowers on her loose bodice, Satine fluffed out her skirts and took Korkie’s arm.

Obi-Wan was standing at the altar, grinning at Satine as she approached. Anakin was behind him, clearly happy for his master. As they walked down the aisle, Satine’s smile grew. She was finally marrying her Jedi Knight. After all these years.

Korkie placed his mother’s hand in his father’s, then stood off to the side with the rest of his siblings. A Mandalorian Archbishop officiated the wedding, and both Satine and Obi-Wan repeated after him, vowing to protect and shield each other from harm in sickness and health.

“And now, the rings.”

Ahsoka was very pleased to be the ring bearer at the wedding, and she performed her job beautifully, with a little flourish at the end.

Obi-Wan took Satine’s ring.

“Satine, I’m overjoyed to be marrying you,” he began, “you and the children are the lights of my life, and I’m honored to be doing right by you and spending the rest of my life by your side.”

Satine smiled down at the ring as it slipped on her finger.

“Obi-Wan,” the Duchess grinned, “this is what I’ve always wanted, so I want to thank you for making my dreams come true-”

“Aw.”

The crowd giggled at Ahoska’s reaction.

“I love you, Obi.”

“You may kiss the bride.”

The Jedi did, then he picked her up bridal style and spun her around. Everyone cheered, and after a second kiss on the Jaru Cathedral steps, the roar got even louder.

“This is magical,” Satine giggled as they climbed into their carriage.

“It certainly is.” Obi-Wan agreed.

The children followed behind in a carriage of their own, waving at the public just like their parents.

“Is this what it’s like,” Obi-Wan asked, “your entire life?”

“Not really,” Satine put her head on the Jedi’s shoulder, “public occasions are rare.”

Obi-Wan kissed Satine’s head, “Now at least we’re together.”

There was a celebratory feast back at the castle aftwards.

“Oh my God, Satine,” Quinlan embraced her, “I can finally call you Mrs. Kenobi.”

“Kryze-Kenobi,” the Duchess corrected, “we decided to hyphenate.”

“How fancy,” Anakin smiled, hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “but speaking of fancy, let’s celebrate!”

Obi-Wan sighed, “Anakin-”

“Master Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka huffed, appearing on his other side, “you’re married now, to Momdalore!”

“I know,” the Jedi gave Satine the side eye, “I’m very lucky.”

The Duchess sat with her friend Padme for the celebration.

“Ten weeks left for me,” she told her friend, “what about you?”

“Eight,” Padme practically squealed, “I made Anakin build the cribs himself.”

Satine laughed.

“Do you wanna see the video?”

“Of course.”

It was hilarious and a very typical Anakin scene. He started without reading the directions and Padme had to help him.

“That’s certainly something.” Satine snorted.

“It is,” Padme agreed, “have you picked out a girl’s name yet?”

The Duchess smiled sadly, “We might name her after Hera.”

“Aw.”

“Although,” Satine grinned, “we’re currently discussing my husband’s title ceremony.”

“Ooh,” Padme clutched her chest, “Duke Consort?”

“Duke Consort.”

“He and Anakin are leaving the order officially, what,” Padme paused, “tomorrow?”

“I know,” Satine wiped her eyes, “I feel so fortunate.”

“So do I.”

Master Yoda let both the Jedi go with honorable distinction, happy that people he cared about had found happiness and their place in the world. It was a quick goodbye party, and then it was back to business.

“A title,” Obi-Wan whined, “I suppose it’s necessary.”

“It is.”

The former Jedi sighed, “Alright, what is it?”

“Duke Consort of Mandalore.”

Obi-Wan smiled and kissed his wife, “Sounds perfect.”

The ceremony was held a week later, and Satine confessed to her husband that walking was getting annoying.

“But don’t worry,” she told him, “Korkie, Tyra, Tristan, and Mara will be holding the heaviest things.”

It was done in the fashion of an ancient monarchy. Satine knighted her husband, which he confessed later was ironic, then crowned him, gave him a robe, and a scepter. Then Satine sat down on her throne with her husband next to her.

“The Duchess and Duke Consort of Mandalore!”

The crowd of nobles clapped politely before bowing or curtsying to their monarch’s husband.

“This is quite official now,” Obi-Wan smiled in relief when the ceremony was over, “and all that’s left are the triplets.”

“And of course their welcoming ceremony,” Satine grinned, “I’m excited to raise these ones with you.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes melted, “So am I.”

Things settled as the weeks went by, and a month later, Satine was in the hospital wing with her new nurse.

“You will likely deliver soon,” she told the Duchess, “and you stated you wanted an operation beforehand, correct?”

“Yes,” Satine nodded, “one with medicine this time.”

“Of course, Your Grace,” the nurse nodded, “let’s plan for a week from now, as triplets generally come early, we want to be ready when they come out.”

One night while Satine was welcoming Korkie’s old nurse and the apprentice nannies, Obi-Wan got a call from Anakin.

“It’s happening,” he told his wife, “and Anakin is so anxious.”

“I bet,” Satine nodded, “tell him not to worry, Coruscant is known for its doctors.”

Once the nannies were adjusted and the older children were in their own personal rooms, the new ones that had been built, Satine went to bed, thinking of Padme.

“Obi-Wan?”

The former Jedi rolled over towards Satine’s voice, but he was still dead asleep.

“Obi-Wan.”

He grunted, clearly having heard her.

“Obi-Wan, it’s happening.”

“I know.”

“No, Ben,” Satine shook her husband, “I’m supposed to have an operation, but they’re coming earlier than anyone expected.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes popped open.

“Babies?”

“Yes!” the Duchess screeched, tired of repeating herself.

“It’s probably their connection to the Skywalker twins,” Obi-Wan calmly got up, “let’s get you to the med ward.”

They began operating on Satine within the hour, and it was a very quick procedure, faster than what the Duchess had expected. Soon, she was holding the two boys, while Obi-Wan held Hera.

“They’re quite small,” the doctor informed Satine, “they will need to gain weight at their checkups.”

“How often are these checkups?” Obi-Wan asked.

“For the first week, every other day,” the doctor explained, “and then every other month if they get stronger.”

Satine nodded, “We ordered a lot of formula.”

“Good,” the doctor smiled, “and now I suggest rest for Your Grace, and the triplets.”

The nurses rolled in three bassinets decorated with ribbons and little initials.

“Aw,” Satine grinned, “Ben look.”

“They’re adorable,” Obi-Wan agreed, “and I’ll make the phone calls to those who need to be informed.”

“Thank you, darling,” Satine smiled, handing Jacen to a nurse, “we’ll rest.”

A second nurse and the doctor put the remaining twins to bed and the Duchess kissed her husband.

“Sleep well.” Obi-Wan grinned.

Heavily drugged, Satine slept until the morning, waking up in the hospital wing to her nurses.

“Where are the triplets?” were her first words of the day.

“In the nursery with their nannies,” the nurse answered, “no complications. For you or the babies.”

The Duchess was relieved, “That’s good to hear.”

The doors opened and Obi-Wan brought the children in. Jynn and Lyra, who had begun speaking about four months ago, both were struck with a fit of giggles upon seeing the babies, who were being wheeled in by the nannies.

“Baby!” Lyra pointed.

“Babies!” Jynn corrected.

Everyone laughed.

“This is Jacen,” Satine gestured to the littlest redhead, “the blonde is Sylvian-”

“Ooh.”

“And your youngest sister is Hera.”

“Aw.”

“She looks like me.” Mara clapped.

“And Sylvian is my mini body double.” Tristan added.

“But Jacen though,” Tyra grinned, “he looks like you and Dad, Korkie.”

“He does,” Obi-Wan shook his head, “so many children.”

The babies were passed around before they got fussy, and then it was eating time. Korkie was very happy to see his old nurse as well, and Satine thanked her, for everything she’d done for the family.

“I’m pleased to, Your Grace,” the old woman smiled, “and I’m pleased at your happy ending.”

“So are we,” Obi-Wan smiled, “and once Satine’s ready, the Prime Minister will be coming.”

“Ah, yes,” Satine sighed, “and have you heard from Anakin?”

Obi-Wan nodded, but Tyra beat him to it.

“Luke and Leia,” she clapped, “they were also born yesterday.”

“Wow,” Satine sighed, “would you call that the force, Ben?”

“Most definitely.” Obi-Wan answered.

Later that day, after Satine’s nap, Prime Minister Djarin came with a bouquet of lilies.

“Thank you, Jaru,” the Duchess smiled, “I assume the public knows?”

“They're ecstatic,” the Prime Minister responded, “and how are you?”

“Well,” Satine sighed, “the children are healthy and the drugs are wearing off.”

“That’s good,”Jaru smiled, setting down the flowers, “I will inform the Ruling Council that you are resting today.”

“Thank you, Prime Minister,” the Duchess smiled, “that is something I really appreciate.”

Satine rested for the next day and a half, then, she went back to the business of governing.

“The criminals responsible for Nurse Hera’s death have pleaded guilty.”

“Good,” the Duchess nodded, “her family will have closure.”

“And the welcoming ceremony? When should that be?”

“A little longer than the traditional two weeks,” Satine decided, “the triplets need to grow a little more.”

Pencils scratched notepads.

“I’ll schedule it, Your Grace.”

“Now the ceremony’s menu.”

Then came the guest list, what the royal family would wear, and how to pay the Mandalorian Archbishops.

“Satine?”

It was Waldie who called, catching up with the Duchess in the hallway.

“Congratulations on the safe delivery.”

“Thank you,” Satine smiled, “I don’t remember much of it.”

“I hope it’s not too much to ask,” Waldie fiddled, “but now that there are more royal daughters, I think we should hire more seamstresses.”

“Ah,” Satine nodded, “perhaps one or two of the ones formerly in our service for the ball gowns, it’s a helpful suggestion, thank you Waldie.”

In the next two weeks, two more seamstresses were hired and welcoming outfits for the triplets were made. Everyone else in the family wore what they had to the ball presentation, and they made quite the spectacle all in white.

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suggested listening: I Fall Apart by Post Malone

“Another.”

The bartender gauged the pro hero's current state and hesitantly obliged his request. "Think maybe you should slow it down a bit, eh?"

"The purpose of your job is to serve me alcohol and get paid in return. I didn't ask for your advice on whether or not I've had too much." He growled as he threw his head back to gulp down the shot, slamming the glass down on the counter. Ignoring the annoyed glare from the bartender, he ran his hand tensely up his face and through his damp hair, gripping the ends and squeezing them for a moment before letting go. It was late afternoon and sweat was accumulating around his forehead, making him more uncomfortable than he already was.

It had been a few years since Class 1-A graduated. Midoriya and Yaoyorozu worked hard to convince everyone to reunite for a week on this tropical island getaway. Shoto wasn't in the mood or right mind frame to renew the bonds with his former classmates, but he wound up agreeing to end their nonstop pleading.

He reluctantly flicked his eyes back to the lagoon pool, catching another glimpse of what had first driven him to start drowning his sorrows. You were right there, in a small rock cavern behind the cascading waterfall. His best friend who had always been by his side and never failed to comfort him when darkness was holding him down.

The past few years, things between you two had drastically changed. It started at graduation, when you had confessed your strong feelings to him and he told you he didn't see you in that way. Shoto clenched his teeth, cursing himself at the memory. He had been so dense and selfishly involved with his own personal bullshit that he hadn't recognized what his affection towards you really meant. After that night, it had become more difficult for you to continue as close friends, and you both began to drift apart. This hadn't been your intention, but lying to yourself about your feelings was something you weren't about to carry with you.

Your absence had become a gaping hole in his heart that felt more and more painful each day that passed and seeing you in this moment with your legs tightly straddled around Bakugou's waist, made him sick to his stomach. Your body was hugging the rock wall as he leaned into you, his hand squeezing your butt as you both were melted in a deep, rough kiss. Your suggestive body language made it look like you had  been used to each other's bodies for some time now.

'How could they be doing this so freely in public? Don't they know everyone can see them?' But that wasn't what bothered him at all. What bothered him was the fact that it should be him who's holding you under there. He should be feeling your warmth pressed up against his, while he explored your wonderfully curved body with his hands. Just him. He dropped his head into his folded arm on the bar counter. It was rare for him to publicly display emotions like this, but at this point he didn't care.

"Bakugou and (Y/N) are going at it again!" A loud and familiar voice from behind Todoroki spoke. "Damn, he's one lucky dude. I'd get down on that so hard if I could."

Kirishima slapped the back of Denki's head, causing him to shriek loudly, "WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" The red-head shook his head in disgust. "Don't talk about her like that! That's totally un-manly!"

"But, you can't say you don't agree? She's only gotten better looking since high school. And that ass is so——"

Todoroki’s hand slammed down onto their table, silencing whatever crude remark was about to follow. Ice crystals littered the surface, causing everyone at the table to quickly retract their hands. His breath was heavy and his eyes were glowing with rage. "Shut your fucking mouth, Kaminari." After a moment of glaring at him fiercely, he stood up straight and walked out of the pool bar a bit unsteadily, towards the hotel.

"Damn, I....I've never seen him that worked up," Kaminari finally stuttered out after having been glued to his seat in terror.

____

Shoto's eyes fluttered open slowly, awoken by the stream of moonlight sneaking through the small opening of the curtains. His head pounded like it was being stuck with an ice pick as he squinted to read the clock. '1:30 am.'

His legs clumsily hit the floor as he sat himself up. The fog from his drunken sleep started to dissipate causing memories of the scene he witnessed earlier to come crashing over him. Suddenly, the room felt suffocating.

He went to open the minibar, finding that there were a few small unopened bottles of alcohol staring him in the face. He picked up the ice bucket from the dresser, along with his hotel key and walked out the door.

Heading down the hall and towards the loud buzzing of the ice machine, he heard the faint noise of someone touching the buttons. 'Great.' He looked down at his disheveled appearance. His tank top felt almost painted on due to sweating in his sleep, his basketball shorts were wrinkled and he was sure his hair was a tangled mess of crimson and white. 'Quite the classy look for a pro hero,' he thought.

Once he got close enough to the door, he stopped abruptly, as the faint smell of something made his whole body tense. That cinnamon vanilla aroma that drove him crazy started to flood his senses and his body suddenly felt weak. He forced his last few steps forward as quietly as possible, setting down the ice bucket and stopping once he was in the doorway.

His cheeks felt hot as he took in your late night appearance. You were wearing an oversized t-shirt— he recognized quickly as Bakugou's from earlier. Your long, silky (h/c) hair lightly touched the ground as you bent down to retrieve your drink. The tiny, plaid pajama shorts you wore were doing nothing to hide the curves of your perfect shape. His chest suddenly felt tight, unconsciously moving him to lean into the doorway. The metal panel creaked softly causing you to jump, dropping the drink you were retrieving as you turned to face him. 

"Oh!” Your hand slapped over your heart, a faint smile forming. “It’s just you Sho.”

Your tone and how you addressed him was so familiar and warm that his mouth went dry.

"Y/N... I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's okay." You looked at him, your breath calming down as you awkwardly scratched the back of your neck, "Can't sleep?"

He shook his head, those beautifully mismatched eyes completely fixed on you. It's been a while since you two had been alone together, and you shifted uncomfortably at the memory. The last things you said to him, all the feelings you poured out at once came flooding back to mind. Your cheeks suddenly felt flushed. "How... are you?"

He didn't respond, too mesmerized by the sight of you. You couldn't help but look away while feeling something inside you stir, a fluttering sensation you had worked hard to push out a long time ago. The distance between you two suddenly felt heavier and the room started to feel like it was closing in. You fought the urge to reach out and hug him... just feel him...

‘No, (Y/N).’ You know how hard you’ve worked these past few years trying to move on and you refuse to go through it all over again.

You cleared your throat. "I'm sorry, I have to get back. Maybe we can catch up tomorrow?" Still no response. The silence was unbearable and you needed to exit. You started towards the door but before you could get there he reached his arm up, grabbing the other side to block you. His breath became heavy and you were now close enough to notice the slight tremble in his hands.

"(Y/n)....please." His voice sounded desperate and it made your knees weak. "Don't leave me.... again."

You reached your hand up, dropping it lightly on his arm and held it there. It was so warm and you couldn't help but grip it a bit tighter. Before you could say a word, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you up against the side of the door. His eyes looked like they wanted to scream something as they bored into yours. Your mouth gaped open at his actions as he brushed a few loose hairs behind your ear with his fingers. 'What is he doing?!' He brought his thumb slowly down to your lips, tracing them back and forth. They felt so soft and every part of him ached to feel them pressed against his. He leaned in to close the gap, but stopped right before he reached them, noticing your eyes that were starting to leak uncontrollably.

"You—you’re doing this now?? After all this time..." you choked out between sobs. "I....I.... wanted this for so long. Years, even. To forever be the one who saved you from yourself, from everything that weighed you down." You looked to the side, unable to face him with what you were about to say. "But I can't save you anymore. Not in this way. Because the truth is, he was the one who ended up coming to save me when I was broken. And ... now I love him."

Shouto’s grip on the door loosened. His body lost whatever adrenaline was left and he dropped his forehead, resting it heavily against yours. You welcomed its weight and his feelings that poured into you from it. A tear streamed down his cheek as you let him use your presence for a little longer.

Your hand squeezed his arm as you kissed his cheek and quickly went out the door, leaving a piece of your heart behind... for a second time.

xo n.pi

#my headcanons #my hero imagines #my hero x reader #mha imagines #mha #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha #bnha headcanons #bnha fanfiction #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #shoto torodoki #shoto x reader #todoroki angst #todoroki x you #angst

[monst]

Friends…

Yandere! Awase Yosetsu x Reader

Tw:Non/Con 

Warnings: Non/Con, Thirsty bitch Juice! Based off of what Jo said yesterday ‘But doesn’t that mean he could weld you in public too? Welding you against the streetlamp and pulling your panties down *Insert shaky eyes here*’ 

Fun fact! Awase can bond two things at an atomic level including inorganic and organic materials so that makes this possible ^.^ Well If he were a uh yandere? 

Tag: The nerd who suggested it @lady-bakuhoe, @ohmycolie @shinsos-ho

            If one was to ask about your relationship to the welding hero you’d be honest. You weren't a thing. Just two young pro heroes from the same agency who got on well enough, a few teasing jokes here and there, Flirtatious banter, wholesome chats. In general there were good vibes between the two of you. He was a good friend. 

Currently you were tasked to go on night patrol with the dark haired male. Nothing shifty had happened so far. It was interestingly enough a silent night… 

Or so you thought... 

You were shocked when Awase tugged your hand moving you over to the streetlamp to 'talk'. His confession was sudden. But, you didn't feel the same way. Your heart belonged to someone else, so when he leaned in to kiss you, you brought your palm to intercept it. 

"I don't like you that way Awase.." you flushed. 

You would have assumed that he would have backed off, that he would have been upset and that you would not speak for a while. You were already thinking of the awkward future interactions when he parted his lips to speak: 

"It's Todoroki isn't it??" He hissed. Tears lined his waterline as he gazed at you heatedly. "It's always fucking Todoroki!"

"A-awase that's not-" Your face felt hot as you realized your crush on one of the top pro-heroes had been outed publicly.  

"Then why the hell were you leading me on!?!? If you had a liked him why the fuck did you flirt back!? Why did you show up to make sure I was okay yesterday!?" He exploded. 

"I did it because I thought we were friends!" You stressed as you backed up warily. His sudden hysteria was beginning to frighten you. And a chill ran up your spine when your back met the chilly streetlamp. You looked down at his clenched fist in concern. His jaw was set in anger and you were beginning to fear for your safety. You'd never seen him so angry…

"J-just calm down." You stuttered. 

A deep breath followed your request and you allowed your shoulders to drop in ease. He was calming down... or so you thought. Dark eyes locked onto yours and you pressed yourself against the cold metal of the pole. 

"Why him?" He asked, his tone devoid of emotion. "What the fuck does he have that's better?" He grew closer. "Has he ever shown an interest in you? Has he ever cared about you? Does he love you or even know your fucking name! Would he ever be able to make you feel good!? No he sure as hell won't (Name) and why!? Because he doesn't even know who the fuck you are! You're just some low ranked sidekick! Some background character he doesn't have time for he will never love you! Especially not how I fucking love you!"

"A-awase your scaring me." You whimpered. 

"...That's it right? Maybe I need to show you how much I love you. Show you how good you'd feel by my side." His hands gripped yours tightly and you struggled fruitlessly as he raised them pulling them up around the pole you rested against. Within moments your arms were welded to the metal, panic filled your being as a sudden pain ripped through you when you tried to pull away. 

"I wouldn't do that you fucking slut." He murmured against your neck. His lips pressed searing kisses along the expanse of your neck as you bit back a sob. "You'll hurt yourself if you pull away. And I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to understand." Tears streamed down your face and tapered off your chin when his plush lips met yours. A whine clambering up your throat when his hands cupped your breasts. His fingers squeezed the soft flesh while he devoured every protest. And when he felt your nipples harden from above the fabric of your costume he took it as his cue to slide his thigh between your shaky legs. 

"P-please Awase don't" you gasped when he pulled away from your bruised lips. 

"Shhh it's okay. Soon you'll see how right we are for each other." He smiled, While tearing the material of your costume down the middle. You yelped as the chilly air of the night reached your warm skin. 

"This is something Todoroki would never know how to admire." He sighed, running his fingers down the valley of your breasts, his thumb sliding underneath the band of your panties. 

He brushed your tears away with his other thumb as he slid his hand further into your panties. When he reached the soft warm flesh of your pussy he gasped. You couldn’t stop yourself from whining in humiliation as he explored your cunt with his fingers, his heavy gaze set on your every expression. 

And when his fingers began to circle your clit, your body began to respond….

"Amazing" he breathed as you bit back a moan "You're getting wet. That means you like it right? You wouldn't be getting wet if you didn't." He smiled deliriously. "I'm making you feel good! It's incredible" he panted allowing his finger to dip into your warm slick walls. The sound of his fingers sliding into you brought heat onto your cheeks and you squeezed your eyes shut. 

As soon as you did he pulled his fingers out of your cunt. His wet fingers gripped your jaw tightly. And when you finally opened your eyes to look at him a low ‘please’ slipped past your bruised lips. 

“I need to do this.” He sighed. “And I need you to fucking see me do it.”

He planted what would have been a ‘sweet kiss’ on your forehead; his other hand fumbling with his body suit. Your eyes shifted around the area nervously, silently wishing someone would come to your rescue. You were brought out of your search when you felt his warm body press against yours. In other circumstances you would have admired how strong he was, you would have asked him about his training regime, you would have asked to join him. 

But now, now you could only stare wide-eyed as he dragged his cock up and down your slit. The sweet love-sick smile on his face hurt you more than what was to come. 

“You’ll see, I’m sure this is going to change your mind.” He reassured, lining up with your hole. His lips covered the sharp yelp you let out into the deserted night when he pushed into you. And ironically enough… You did see. You did understand and he did change your mind. 

He wasn’t your friend…..

#yosetsu awase #yosetsu awase x reader #yandere awase yosetsu #awase smut #bnha smut #bnha lemon #Tw: Non/Con

[hunnybadgerv]

Confession | Far Cry 5 - Leah Rook

Summary: The confessor of Eden’s Gate finds himself in the position of having to reveal his own failings to the Father.

a/n: This one kind of surprised me and popped up after the fact when I was revising Shattered Impressions for the first time before beta. I felt like I just wholly abandoned John in that trying moment. So, this kind of came together unplanned, but I felt like that given all things it was only fair that I see how things affected him as well. Thank you once more to the brilliant betas who took this and the other stories on: @chyrstis and @amistrio. You guys are amazing and I really appreciate you taking the time out of your own schedules to help with this.

Link: AO3

(I know this was revised last summer, and beta-ed around the same time, but I had not gotten back around to it ... shamefully. I figured since I could only right now wrap my head around revising that it should be one of the things I focused on.)

Confession

Crossing the yard to the packed dirt drive, Joseph Seed slipped his arm under John’s shoulder and lifted his younger brother back to his feet. John’s blue eyes just stared after the blur of a screaming banshee that was Leah Rook. His eyes watered and struggled to focus on any one specific thing. If ever there a person could fit the description fit to be tied, it was her at that exact moment. She railed against the sheriff and his deputy as they hauled her, bodily, down the driveway and finally forced her into the farthest of the vehicles. Of those watching from the white-washed farmhouse, only John knew precisely why she reacted as she had. And her ire wasn’t just about the house she grew up in or the land that had been in her family for generations.

John Seed’s gaze remained fixed on the blue and red flashing lights as the squad car sped down the drive, spewing gravel as it carried Leah Rook away from what had been the Rook family ranch. His hobbling gait migrated him to the fence and he rested his weight against it as his head spun.

Joseph held a handkerchief out to him. “You’re bleeding, brother.”

John took it. His head pounded and he couldn’t produce enough saliva to wash the coppery taste of his own blood out of his mouth when he bowed his head to spit over the fence. A stream of red poured from his nose, with no sign of ceasing.

“I think it’s broken,” Joseph told him.

“Probably.” He’d heard and felt the crunch when Leah punched him.

They stood there in silence. John knew the reason why his brother stayed silent, why he waited. Leah’s reaction and John’s own behavior. Both were revealing, especially to a man as attuned to human nature as the Father. Plus, it was likely that Joseph had heard every accusation she spat at John on the back porch before she kneed him in the groin. He still didn’t feel like he could catch a proper breath, which was only hampered further by the fact his newest injury restricted him to breathing through his mouth.

He coughed roughly, spitting again, and staining the soft green blades of grass red. Joseph stood beside him, with a single hand resting on John’s shoulder. The weight of it bore down on John immensely, making hiss guilt curl through him and cause him to feel small. Perhaps his brother still carried faith in him, despite his proven weaknesses and tendency to falter.

“I apologize, Joseph,” John said finally.

Joseph said nothing.

John knew why. An apology was not a confession, and he was guilty, a sinner. He had been weak and let it happen—leapt headlong into sin,if he were totally honest. It mattered not that, in the moment, the time he shared with Leah felt nothing like a transgression. With her, things felt right, natural, even though his reasonable mind knew that neither God, nor the Father would see his behavior and maybe not even his feelings in a similar light.

The confessor of the Project at Eden’s Gate also knew that had it been his choice, their romance would have continued. Even if she had not ended their relationship in so many words exactly, there was no doubt in John’s mind that anything that had existed between them was no longer. Even if her accusations had been baseless, her anger was not misplaced.

“I asked for her phone number after the brunch in May. We’ve spoken regularly since. Shared coffee together on occasion. Another time, she invited me to her home for pizza and a movie. I also flew her home from Helena once. We stopped on the way for dinner, and got caught by the rain.” His voice was flat, like it came from someone else’s mouth as he spoke about it.

Joseph sighed.

John could tell by the mere sound of it that Joseph knew there was more, but he struggled with the admission. Lust and greed cost him a lot of things in his life. This was yet another that he could add to that list.

“And the two of you��”

“Yes,” John said plainly before Joseph could even finish the question. Lowering his hand from his face, John turned and looked at his older brother. This was the man who had found him at his most degraded, shown him another way, and given him purpose.

“It wasn’t like before.” The words flew from his lips, though even John wasn’t sure if it was an explanation or merely a justification of his actions. “She was different from the others.” He tried to find a way to explain what he felt with her, and for her still, that could make sense to his brother. “It wasn’t merely about the act; it wasn’t just sex. I …”

John shook his head, then bowed it, bringing the blood-stained cloth to swipe at the blood flowing freely once more.

“We were only together that way the once.”

His mind wandered back to that afternoon as he closed his eyes. He could see her standing there soaked to the bone but smiling in that way that made his heart tighten in his chest like it might never be able to beat properly again. The ghost of her touch burned across his skin and the echo of the way she’d said his name in such intimate ecstasy filled him with a rush of emotion. Shame quickly doused the sensation with cold guilt.

“God forgive me,” John whispered.

A hand tightened on his shoulder. “He does, brother. He does.” The embrace caught John off guard, but no more so than when Joseph rested his forehead against John’s, offering comfort as his brother cradled the back of his head. “We must be strong. We are examples, even in our failures. You will have to atone.”

John nodded against his brother’s forehead. “I will. Publicly,” he added, feeling his transgression as deeply as his heartache. He had dared to care for her, battled his baser desires in a search for something more real. Maybe it had been an illusion, he told himself. A fabrication drafted merely to excuse himself for when he would inevitably falter.

“That is not necessary,” Joseph said.

“I know.” John swallowed, gagging on his own blood.

“You should have someone see about that nose.” Joseph leaned away and gestured to one of the members working around them.

John just nodded once more, keeping his eyes focused on the ground not far from where they stood. Self-reproach sagged his usually strong shoulders beneath the weight of his actions and the knowledge that he’d disappointed the Father.

“I’d hate to see the other guy,” Jacob chortled when he approached. His hand landed heavily against the back of John’s neck.

Raising his gaze to meet Jacob’s, John’s shoulders sank further under the weight of that meaty palm, though the tight squeeze offered some comfort. The oldest of the three of the Seed brothers then relieved the youngest of the handkerchief he’d used to staunch the spigot of blood that poured from his nose.

“Keep your head forward. It will bleed like hell again,” Jacob warned him.

John leaned back against the fence, gripping it tight in anticipation. His vision blurred and the sickening crack made his stomach turn, but the pain … the pain was welcome. A reminder that he was alive. Deserved punishment for his failures.

“Pinch here,” Jacob told him.

John did as he was told, teasing at the bridge of his nose gently, probing the sensitivity of the injury.

His brother tilted his head and smirked at him. “Probably going to end up with two black eyes, little brother. Guess it’s true what they say.”

“And what, exactly, do they say?” John asked, taking the bait.

“Dynamite comes in small packages.” Jacob raised his brother’s chin and inspected his face. “Little girl packs a hell of a punch.”

“That she does,” John agreed. His brother laughed once more and slapped John on the shoulder before turning toward the house. John let his gaze travel back toward the road.

The sheriff’s car still sat at the end of the drive. Presumably, he waited there in case Leah made her way back. Perhaps he hoped to head her off before any infraction could be broken. John silently hoped Earl Whitehorse would achieve that goal, if the situation arose. He loathed the idea of following through with the threat he’d made.

Even amidst the ache and throb in his face, he couldn’t fight off the fondness that swelled when he thought of her. She’d had every right to be angry with him, to accuse him of betrayal. He had drafted and brokered the transfer of her family’s land and property. All without telling her a single word about any of it, despite how close they had become over the last few months. In the back of his mind, he could still justify keeping it from her; attorney-client privilege held him to silence about the matter. Even so, it still felt like a weak excuse even as he comforted himself with that caveat.

Jacob hit the nail on the head though; Leah Rook certainly packed a punch. She left a lasting impression on John Seed, one that would far outlast the bruises she gifted him that day in her ire.

“That she does,” John whispered once more to the breeze unable to wipe the thought of her from his mind just yet.

#Far Cry 5 #Badger Scribbles #John Seed #Joseph Seed #Jacob Seed #Blood TW #Broken Nose #brotherly bonding #angst

[parkjess]

Hi! I’m back! Sorry if I’m getting annoying but you are kinda the only person I know of who does Astro reactions😅! But anyways I was wondering if you can do one with all the members when their s/o is also an idol and their relationship gets outed by the media? Thanks🤗!

Thank you for requesting!🥰

Don’t ever feel annoying for requesting🥺 I love it.

Myungjun:

You sat in front of you laptop at your place, staring at whatever site it was, becoming pale within seconds as your eyes flow over the words of the article you just clicked on with the speed of light.

The topic was your boyfriend, Myungjun, and the name that was attached to his, as only you and him used to see together, was yours.

Without leaving your eye sight from the bright screen, you dialed Myungjun’s number on the phone you didn’t even take a look at.

“Baby... did you see what they posted?” Your words come out as if you just saw a ghost. Your relationship wasn’t supposed to be published and both you and him always wear a mask and hat when you’re outside. Your voice became shaky as tears approached, yet your heart somehow felt a bit relieved that you don’t need to hide anymore from cameras.

-“Calm down baby, tell me what’s wrong? I’m coming over.” You heard him grabbing his car keys and heading to his car while listening to you on the other side of the phone.

“Myungjun, they saw us yesterday at the restaurant!” You freak out and try to relax at the same time, what doesn’t seem to be working. -“Oh...” was all he said, driving away the parking lot, luckily you lived only couple of minutes away. “What do you mean-“ the tone of your voice got higher and you nearly yell at him, don’t get how he can be this calm.

-“I’ll be there in 2 minutes, okay baby?” He says and hangs up because he was still driving.

Finally arriving at your place, he welcomed you with a hug. Neither one of you want this relationship to be publicly known, because you know how toxic people can be and make this end, no matter how powerful the love is.

-“Baby... you know that no matter what the internet people will say, or do, I won’t ever leave you. Okay?” He cups your face while looking straight into your eyes, you just nod at his words. -“Now, lets go get some fresh air at the park, you’ll like it, and don’t worry, paparazzi don’t go out this late at night.” He smiles at you and takes your hand.

Jinwoo:

It was a regular December evening you spent with Jinwoo at fantagio building, teaching him English because he was asking for help. Although you tried to focus on helping him, the news you got from your best friend a few days ago, couldn’t leave your mind.

The korean kpop sites collapsed in a while after they announced Park Jinwoo has been seen lately with a girl, which was you.

No matter how much time he spend on trying to get you out of the bubble these news created in your head, he couldn’t, but that’s not what he thinks.

“Baby? What are you staring at?” He finished marking all the words he didn’t understand in the book you bought him as a gift and lifted his head only to meet your focused stare. He snaps his fingers in your face to wake you up from the daydream, and you apologize quietly.

-“Ah sorry, what were you saying?” You ask and pull the book closer to you. “Oh come on, I know that face, you’re thinking about it again aren’t you?”

-“I’m sorry, it doesn’t leave my mind...”

“You don’t need to worry as long as I’m here with you, the fans won’t hurt you, nobody will.” He placed his hand on yours and caressed the back of it, while only staring in your eyes.

It was comforting.

Dongmin:

You told your manager you want to take a break from having schedule in the next two weeks, your mental health wasn’t the best you knew since you started getting hate comments on social media because you’re dating Cha eunwoo.

Your manager totally accepted it and luckily understood your condition, but he also told that to your boyfriend, which you didn’t want to happen.

This afternoon you got a phone call from Dongmin, “Baby is that true? I’m coming over right after I’m done here.” He decides, not even listening to your answer. He was busy filming his new drama and you barely saw him lately. -“Uhm... yeah you can come over.” You replied, not even in the mood to talk, but you guess it can’t be bad if he comes, you needed any kind of help right now. He hangs up without saying anything more.

“Babe it’s me.” He knocks at the door after half an hour since you last talked.

-“Hey...” you open the door to see your boyfriend standing there with your favorite box of chocolate. He pulls you immediately for a hug before you say anything else, his bear hug felt like you haven’t seen each other for years.

Pushing the door behind him with one hand and then caressing your head softly and gently, kissing the top of your forehead.

“I missed you hon’.” He confesses, you only mumble, -“Me too...” as a reply against his chest and tears fill your eyes.

“I’m not leaving you, okay? I’m here. We’ll take care of everything baby.” He pulls away and cups your face, then placing a peck on your nose.

Moonbin:

Bin won’t look at the exposure of your relationship as an issue, he even thinks it’s even better now that you don’t need to hide in public, and doesn’t care what other people think about it.

As much as he loves his fans and yours, you always come first so he asked his fans to stop spreading hate and toxic at both of you. The high confidence he had about the news, because he knows how powerful the love you two share, made you feel less scared about how people will react or what they will do when you two go outside together.

He hired a van to stay in for the weekend in the woods, since you love camping together but hate sleeping on the ground.

It’s your second anniversary as a couple, and he decided to cook your fave meal which was also the first meal you ate together back then. “Binnie...” you call him with soft voice, while your eyes are reading what’s on your phone screen- the article about him dating, it’s now trending all over the internet.

-“Yes, dear (jagiya😉)?” He takes a quick look at you and back on the oven, watching the food that was almost ready.

“Take a look at this please.” You hand him over the phone, and he sighs. -“Ah, this. I talked to my manager already.” He says, feeling too comfortable with the topic you find as an issue.

“And... you didn’t mean to tell me everyone know about us?” You ask him, slightly pissed off. -“Hey~ and bother you with things you don’t need to worry about?” He holds both your shoulders, looking into the stars in your eyes.

Minhyuk:

Minhyuk was busy with his schedule in the studio, working on a new song, while you were scrolling down Instagram, suddenly your eyes meeting his name on the top of one article, attached to ‘dating’. It was one of the things you were scared to be known by your fans, since you didn’t want to disappoint them, but also was scared of their reaction.

You thought about this a lot and had a short anxiety attack every time it passed through your mind, but he was there always to calm you down, but now.

Knowing he was working and probably recording his new song, you decided to not call him but go physically to his studio as your heart started to beat faster and your blood felt like it was boiling.

-“Minhyuk? It’s me...” you knock 3 quick knocks on the studio’s door, leaning in to try and hear if he was singing.

“Oh? Baby, why didn’t you call me? Did something happen?” He opens the door and you don’t even hug or kiss him as you usually do when you meet him after hours you haven’t seen him. Walking straight into the darker room, as he closes the door and slow downs his voice at you strange behavior, you are playing with the charms of your bracelet.

“Baby, chill, are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asks worriedly, trying to hug you but you push him away slightly, ready to almost burst into tears. -“Did you see this?” You quickly show him the articles that were added to the social media since you first saw that one.

“Oh... oh my god.” He takes your phone and his other hand is holding yours. -“What are we gonna do?” The warm tears slowly stream down your face, as he pulls you into a hug, comforting you with little taps on your back.

“Please don’t worry, we are gonna go through this together, okay?” He cups your face and kisses your lips slowly, you try to pull away but there was pure comfort in the taste of his lips, so you tried to enjoy it as much as you could.

-“You promise?” You ask and pull your pinky up, waiting for his to intertwine his pinky, “Only if you let me kiss you again.”

Aish~

Sanha:

In this case I see him freaking out more than you.

You were both eating lunch at fantagio building since he just made a comeback, this is the place where you could hang out most of the time nowadays.

He took a mouthful of hot, spicy ramen, then back to scrolling down Instagram.

“Oh-mygahd...” he murmured unclear words you tried to understand, when he just turns his phone to you. Your eyes widen at the title that includes both your names.

-“Who the hell publish-“ you grabbed his phone and yours in your other hand, calling your manager as fast as you could, but it was too late since you saw the amount of comments the article already has. “Y/n what are we gonna do?” Sanha asks, trying to calm his senses which doesn’t seem to be working.

After talking with your manager, it looks like she knew they were going to announce it this week, and the company didn’t want neither of you to be hurt because it might affect your performance.

-“I’m even more pissed now because she didn’t tell me earlier...” you said, furrowing your brows after pushing the food plate away from you and leaning back on the chair.

At this point he couldn’t show you how angry and nervous he felt, so he tried his best cheering you up. “Ya~ you know they love us, right?” He leans forward, reaching out his arm for you, mentioning the fans. You nod your head slightly at your boyfriend but barely look at him. “C’mon, what can I do to cheer you?” He thinks out loud and sticks two fries up his teeth, making that cute monster voice he does that makes you laugh usually.

-“Ugh, shut up.” You burst out laughing and hit his arm playfully. “That’s the y/n I want for the rest of the day. And life.” His warm words approach your heart and make you smile eventually.

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The Case of the Disappearing Dinner Guests

I found myself at the scene of what John informs me, detective novelist refer to as a locked room mystery. The crime occurred at a one-bedroom flat in Westminster. Though detective inspector Lestrade had briefly detailed the crime to me via text message on the cab ride over to the scene, there is a great difference between having the crime described and seeing it laid before you. I’m honestly disappointed the readers will only be getting a retelling of the crime as words won’t do the incident justice. It is the first truly remarkable case I’ve had in months and it’s been long overdue. 

The layout of the flat goes as follows: there was an open floor plan for the main room, kitchen, and dining area. Two large windows covered the west-facing wall while a sofa, full-length mirror, and squared kitchen were tucked together on the other side of the room. From the windows, the offices of the adjacent building could clearly be seen. There were no curtains or blinds on these windows. For all intents and purposes, the office workers in the other building should be able to see right into the flat. 

The body had been found in the main room by the owner of the building in a mangled mess of blood and viscera. Descriptions from the owner of the building suggest the victim was the occupant of the flat. However, the victim’s name didn’t appear anywhere on police record. It was likely a fake name. Forensic evidence suggested the victim had been dead for three days. In these three days, none of the office workers in the adjacent building recalled seeing anything a miss. Quite the contrary, someone reported seeing a woman in the flat the morning after the crime. 

A member of the sales department recalled getting distracted during work hours by a ‘beautiful, young woman’ who he assumed lived in the flat. He confessed to watching her sit at her breakfast bar of a morning, sipping her tea and circling things in the paper. On multiple occasions, he recalled catching the woman’s eye. To his recounting, the woman would offer him a smile or a brief wave. The salesman declared it to be an act of flirtation but it could have just as easily been an attempt to be polite. People are fallible and often see what they want to see in a situation, not what has actually occurred. He reported seeing the woman the morning after the crime. 

I asked John what he thought of the whole thing. He confirmed that most women would deem the man’s behaviour as ‘creepy’ and would have invested in some blinds, but he supposed he couldn’t speak for everyone. Perhaps she had been flirting, maybe she had been flattered. Who was to say? It was odd, that she hadn’t invested in curtains or blinds. Then again, who was she? There was only one bedroom so it was unlikely she was the man’s flatmate. It was always possible she was the flat owners girlfriend but how had she missed the dead body which should have been in the centre of the room? Then there was the contradictory recount from the man working as night security at the office building. 

The man from security recounted the night the victim was killed in startling clarity. Clarity can neither prove nor disprove innocence. More often than not, lies hold more details than the truth. When locking up the office space the man glance to the window of the would-be-victim. As he recounts it, the window had been obscured by a thick curtain. However, the face of a man aged between thirty-five and forty glanced out. The security guard described the man as ‘gaunt’. The two had caught eyes for a moment before the curtain was drawn again. This was around 1 a.m. Upon finishing his shift, while exiting the building the security guard recalled looking up to the same window, finding his view now unobscured and two figures silhouetted. 

In the condition I found the crime scene, the dining room table had been set. Three plates of half-eaten food sat stinking on the table accompanied by flies in every stage of their life cycle including a startling amount of the dead and dying. The body at the scene of the crime matched neither the description of the attractive young woman or the thin older man. The victim was around fifty. He was large in stature and had the broad body of a man who had spent his life doing physically demanding work.  Perhaps he worked in construction. I found traces of dried cement on the underside of his boots. He had multiple stab wounds to both the chest and abdomen. The wounds suggested the victim’s assailant was shorter than he was, as the knife wounds had been in an upward motion. It was possible the gaunt man and young woman were the killers but something about the crime scene appeared off. 

The toxicology reports suggested the man had ingested a fatal dose of arsenic less than half an hour before his death. Further investigation revealed the food left on the table also had traces of arsenic. If the man hadn’t bled to death, he would likely have died due to the poisoning. Then why, one had to ask, had he been stabbed? Who goes to the trouble of hiding poison in food only to stab someone moments after? Also, why did each plate of food contain arsenic? Were there two more bodies to be found and if not, had the scene been set after the death of the body to confuse police? It truly was a beautiful crime scene. 

The bloodstains on the carpet were three days old, suggesting the victim had died in the room, slowly bleeding out on the carpet but how did no one hear him? While I had been pacing the room, taking in the conflicting data and trying to piece together what had happened John was in the far corner of the room scuffing his feet against the carpet. He turned to look at me and pointed down. 

“Maybe there’s something under here. It looks like someone’s tried to rip it up.” Of course. Readers, this is why I bring John with me on cases. He is absolutely brilliant at cutting through the clutter of a crime scene and finding the one thread which will pull all my theories together.��

His theory was completely wrong, as they often are but it did point me in the right direction. Let us suppose, dear reader that all the contradictory evidence is in fact true. The flat belonged to the murdered man and yet most mornings it was briefly occupied by a young woman and on the night of the flat owner’s murder, there had been a gaunt man in the apartment. That night there had been a dinner party where at least one of the patrons had been poisoned but before the poison had time to take effect the man had been stabbed several times, before being left to bleed to death. Come the next morning, the body, the curtains and so it would seem, the carpet disappeared and left in their place was an unbothered young woman sipping tea at a breakfast bar and waving at the man from the sales department. The only supposition which needs to be disregarded is that there were three people in the apartment that night. Disregard that and the whole thing slides into place. 

I felt a rush pulse through my body at this idea and began to pace around the edges of the room. For the idiotic members of Scotland Yard, it appeared as though I had finally entered the frenzied state of psychosis and mania they all believed lied behind the surface of my otherwise composed veneer. John knew there was more to the matter and gave me a sidelong glance as he walked beside me. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” He insisted.

I don’t like my stream of thought to be muddled by conversation but as John is my partner, in all sense of the word, I supposed I should tell him something. 

“The floor plans of the flat say it’s twenty-two feet.” John hummed as though trying to follow along. 

Out of frustration, I took his hand and pulled him close to my side making him match my own steps. This action had caught Inspector Lestrade’s eye and he gave John a puzzled and concerned look. Lestrade silently asked John a question John didn’t understand. I understood Lestrade’s look clearly but ignored him. He was asking if I was using again. Typical. 

John just shot the inspector a look I couldn’t see, which seemed to momentarily placate his worries. John squeezed my hand tighter. Upon reflection, I suppose I should have asked before holding John’s hand so publicly but I needed to show him what I was thinking. I pulled John along beside me, counting the steps out loud until we reached the opposite wall. 

“Eighteen feet,” John breathed finally seeming to understand. 

“Where are the other four feet?” 

We both began tapping on different areas of the far wall, moving aside furniture as we saw fit. I looked to the full-length mirror beside the sofa and could have cursed for how stupid I had been. John and I quickly pulled the mirror down from the wall and there it was, another small room.

This room was soundproof and a bloodstained curtain was piled in the corner. The corpse had never disappeared from the flat. The scene held a startling resemblance to stage magic. The room was a mirror-box and the body was the object which appeared to disappear and re-appear at the will of the killers but it wasn’t a trick of disappearance. Instead, it was a transfiguration. Older bloodstains in the room didn’t match the blood of the victim and it was too old to belong to the young woman or the gaunt man. It was the blood of the fourth dinner guest. People have the habit of stopping after three. 

With all the pieces in place and a painful call to my brother to confirm my suspicions, the crime became overly simple. The flat owner was an American and wanted criminal, charged with war crimes in Iraq along with kidnapping and murder across the continent of Europe. Two agents had been discharged to track the criminal, the first had disappeared three months prior to the man’s murder while the second had been the young woman. Another agent had been placed on the case after the first man went missing. A simple covert operation was made complex by the emotionality of one agent. 

After months of reconnaissance, the agents realised their missing colleague was trapped somewhere in the flat. They planned to kill the criminal covertly, leave a note with their superiors, rescue their colleague, and call it a day. However, something had gone wrong and the third agent had escaped the room during the dinner party. Out of anger and desperation, the man attacked the owner of the flat, stabbing him multiple times, killing him. 

This is not part of government protocol. The agents cleaned up the scene as best they could, wrapping the man’s body in the curtain, cutting up the carpet, and removing the food from the table, hiding the evidence in the small room behind the mirror. Two of the agents fled the country that night, leaving false trails and trying to avoid suspicion while the young woman stayed behind for long enough to let their trail run cold. When the time was right, she set the scene again and disappeared herself, hoping to confuse the police with the contradicting stories, also placing poison in the other plates of food and removing the man’s teeth, making it more difficult for him to be identified by dental records.  

After the case was closed, John and I took a cab back to 221B. It was our first case since the new developments in our relationship. Part of me feared things would be different but everything unfolded as usual, even the excess touching wasn’t strictly unusual. 

Upon arriving home I removed my coat and scarf, noting a small fleck of blood on my shoe. John and I still smelled of death. It isn’t uncommon for the two of us to come home smelling like decay. One of us tends to loiter on the landing while the other takes the first shower but today, reflecting on the new possibilities opened by the two of us being a couple I asked John if he wanted to join me. 

At first, John looked startled and I worried I’d done something wrong but after a beat, he agreed to join. We’re both still unsure of how to navigate our newfound relationship. We didn’t have sex. That is a topic neither of us is yet to broach. I’m not ‘shy’ about sex as a topic, but sex with John is different. John is also hesitant to broach the subject as I suspect his limited interest in men has only ever been theoretical. 

So, we showered together. John washed his hair while I huddled in a steam-filled corner of the shower and catalogued all the data the moment had to offer. John uses more conditioner than necessary, likes to shower with his back to the water, and has a small birthmark on his hip. All in all, it was an informative night. 

S.H.   

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