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whattheheckmidoriya · 2 years

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Just like Me

Requested by: @solodameron

Request: If I could please request Poe Dameron and soulmate au that would be wonderful.

Genre: Fluff! Soulmates AU (matching birthmarks version!)

Word count: 1,853

Warnings: injuries, blood, Poe Dameron being emotional and sweet

Author's note: First Poe Dameron request! Had such a lovely time writing this! Thanks for your patience— I hope the wait was worth it!

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You thought you couldn’t be more different from the Resistance's poster boy. Poe thought you couldn’t be more alike.

The story of your relationship was one of lost constellations, hushed conversations, and sneaky smiles. A paradox. You rose when he slept. He arrived when you’d disappeared. The stars burned when you fell. He flew as wreckage rained around him.

The ghost of your touch kept him going. Just one more time. He needed the warmth of your hand in his just one more time. There was no place for love in war, but surely, there must be enough room for a sapling of hope to bloom. Because what would he ever do without it? What was there to fuel the fight if not hope?

But more than anything, Poe hoped the Force had it in its will to make you his and him, eternally yours.

How did the best pilot in the Resistance ever cross paths with the newest mechanic on base, he didn’t know, but he sure wasn’t about to complain about it nor question it too much. All he knew was that when he first saw you, the flicker of hope and strength in your eyes was enough for him to keep going. Because if an angel, with battered wings and a graceful smile, could still go forward despite the heat of battle, then so could he.

He'd seen you fight, give your heart, sacrifice your own peace— all for the sake of the small chance of a new future to flourish in the years to come. And he wondered what it would be like to share such a future by your side.

He didn’t deny he felt unworthy of a love like yours. The burdens firmly set upon his shoulders; the legacy he’d been called to bare— never would he ever want to toss that weight on you.

You, however, demonstrated grace while under pressure, shouldering every loss, every risk, every demand. You worked through it all by his side, never hesitant to offer a strong helping hand when he was just mere seconds away from buckling under the weight of expectations.

He didn’t know where he’d fall if you weren’t holding his hand so tightly, your fingers locked around his own.

And though his heart ached for you with each beat, what right did he have to ask you to be his?

The Force was mysterious in many ways— much of which he still didn’t understand. One concept, however, that he understood very well was that of soulmates. People woven under the same stars, bearing identical markings on their skin, meant to be brought together by the Maker of the Galaxy.

He’d hoped you’d be his. Poe wants so deeply to be yours.

As subtly as he could, he’d sneak glances at you, all in hopes of perhaps finding a mark that would resemble his own on your skin. So far, he hasn’t seen your mark yet.

He could ask, of course, it could be as simple as that. Unfortunately, nothing was ever simple when it revolved around the life of Poe Dameron himself. What if you’d already found your soulmate? What if they were waiting for you at the end of this war? What if he’d misread this beautiful thing blooming between you? What if—

“Kriffin' hell,” you muttered, a hiss slipping past gritted teeth as you dropped the tools you’d been working with. A pained expression colored your face, your back arched in what seemed like a futile attempt at finding comfort.

Immediately, Poe’s head snapped up from his own work. Tilting his head in curiosity, he met your pained gaze. “Something wrong?” He was already on his feet, taking careful steps towards you.

The last mission had been a rough one, to say the least. You’d been tossed in to act as a field mechanic in the very heart of an active battlefield. It was the most terrifying thing Poe had ever witnessed— to be soaring through the heavens while fire rained down all around you. Once the fight was over, he'd found you stumbling down to medical, shrapnel deep within the skin between your shoulder blades.

Maker, there was so much blood.

A tight nod of your head was his only reply as you sucked a sharp breath. Wincing, you slowly straightened your back. “I’m pretty sure I just popped a stitch,” Warmth, thick and wet, trickled down your spine. “Shit.”

Poe’s eyes flashed with concern, his feet quickly carrying him to your side. Carefully, he stepped behind you, scarred fingers gently tugging at the now crimson shirt you wore. “Oh, stardust…” He pulled his hand away, his skin stinging under the warmth of blood. Your blood. “You know you shouldn’t be working yet. You need time to heal.”

A tired snicker resounded from you. “War doesn’t wait for the injured to heal, flyboy,” You turned to him with a teasing quirk of your brow. “Also, I’m working because I’m the only mechanic you trust with that X-wing of yours.”

This is on you; he could hear the words you’d spared him from. He shook his head, a frown pulling at his lips.

“The ship can wait,” He breathed, taking your hand in his; he offered a gentle squeeze. “You’re the one who needs taking care of, stardust.”

It was late, the sun had long kissed the horizon, giving way for cool hues of blues and purples to pool over the sky. Most medical personnel should be switching shifts by now. They could take care of you.

So why did he end up by his quarters, your hand still in his?

He pulled you into his room, leading you to the edge of his bed. Soft, dark eyes met your gaze, washed over with an emotion you couldn’t quite put a name on. His gaze flickered to the medpac he had tucked next to his bed, quickly making a grab for it and sorting through its contents. He’s never patched you up before— was it because he feared the intimacy of it or the fact he might discover a mark on your skin that didn’t resemble his own?

What would he do if he found out the Galaxy didn’t have it in its design to tether you to one another?

“Poe, I’m okay,” you whispered, caressing gently at the line that pulled between his brows. “I’m fine.”

Of course, you were. You’re more than fine— you’re perfect, actually. You’re kind and beautiful and compassionate and forgiving and…and you’re everything he’s ever dreamed of.

And him? He was a train wreck witnessing the tender touch of an angel.

“Please,” he breathed, a softer version of his boyish grin pulling at his lips. “Let me take care of you.”

With a huff, you returned the smile, and oh how his fragile heart nearly shattered under such a delicate sight. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, his hands trembling ever so slightly at the sensation.

You undid the buttons of your shirt, letting the fabric drop down your arms just enough to allow him access to the fresh, bloody stitches that trailed over the skin of your back.

A trembling breath rushed past his lips as he dropped bandages, bacta, and the small suture kit onto the bed before joining you. Trails of crimson cascaded down the length of your spine, dark and dry.

He grabbed for the disinfectant; an apology clear in his eyes before it slipped off his tongue. “Take deep breaths for me, stardust, this will hurt a bit.”

As soon as he witnessed the steady rise of your chest, he began wiping at the sutures gently, always mindful of how tender the wound was. Your muscles tensed slightly, making him pull back for a moment before he continued cleaning the wound. He then followed the elongated trails of red that stretch down your back, wiping away at your skin gently.

“Take it easy for the next week or so, alright?” He hated seeing so much blood on you. “You deserve some rest.”

You snickered. “If anyone deserves to rest, it’s you, Poe.” Shaking your head, you continued, “Honestly, I wonder how you keep going sometimes.”

The exhaustion that hung from your quiet words wasn’t lost on him. He sighed. “It’s not always easy.”

A frown tugged at your lips. His hands continued working, scrubbing the dried blood off your skin. “You don’t have to do it alone, Poe.”

His hands froze.

“You know you can always come to me when it becomes too much, right?” A few beats passed, void of any response on his part. You sighed, fiddling with your fingers. Did he know he could trust you with his burdens? That you were willing to shoulder them, to share the weight of them? “Poe?”

A breath, full of something akin to amusement and relief, rushed out from the depths of his lungs. Gently, his fingers trailed over the now clean skin of your back, his touch warmth. He smiled broadly, a brilliant thing full of wonder and adoration.

“Is something wrong?” You peaked over your shoulder, catching his twinkling gaze at the corner of your eye.

Poe shook his head, curls bouncing at the movement as his smile impossibly grew. His shoulders shook, a teary, breathy laugh bubbling up his throat. “Stars, it’s the same— we’re the same!”

Confusion pulled at your brows, your curiosity prompting you to turn to him. As you did so, Poe pulled down on the neck of his shirt, just enough to give you a glimpse of his shoulder.

Golden skin branded with the same mark that decorated your own.

Disbelief swam in your eyes, your hands reaching out for his own as you got a closer look at the birthmark that he bared. A smile broke out on your face, a dazzling thing that makes every star in the Galaxy look dim in comparison.

“You’re just like me,” you both whispered in unison, laughter filling the air, light with joy and wonder.

Poe gently caressed your cheek, tickling your skin with a soft kiss on your forehead. His gaze was full of adoration, glossed over with emotions he never thought he’d get to experience during these trying times. “C’mon,” he smiled. “We still have to finish patching you up, stardust.”

Once done, he put everything back in its place, soon returning to drape a blanket over your shoulders, the same way he’s done when you came to him after a nightmare. “Get some rest, alright? I’ll be back in a second.”

It only took a few minutes for you to give up the fight against your heavy eyelids, eventually sinking into Poe’s bed.

He still couldn’t believe it. His heart fluttered, warmth blooming within its depths as he tugged at his mother’s ring hanging from the chain around his neck. It felt lighter than it did before.

You always said you were too different from each other, Poe always said you were crazy for thinking so.

And now he thought himself insane for ever doubting the ways of the Force and the way it brought you together.

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@beecca9 @ghostly-haunted

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heisenberg-simp257 · 2 years

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May I ask for the ladies of RE8 with a master thief S/O? Like Nightingale level, can steal things off you while you're looking at them without you even knowing kinda thief. But they're bored because, surprise, not much to steal in the village, not much heists to be done.

I'm not sure who all to include in ladies, so I will just take a wild guess. Do let me know if I forget anyone!😂

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The Ladies React to a Master Thief S/O Headcanons

Alcina Dimitrescu

-We all know that unless it’s in her favor, Lady Dimitrescu is so against stealing. Well, actually, so long as you don’t steal from her, she’s rather impressed by your skills.

-However, try to take something of hers and her claws are coming out, lover or not.

-Shes knows that you are bored in the village. The people there have nothing of value for you to try and take. Lady Dimitrescu understands that and hopes that you do not try to take anything of hers to sell to The Duke.

-In fact, you actually met when you tried to steal from her. Come on, a giant looming castle was going to catch your eye. You just weren’t prepared for such a welcome.

-You kind of just listen to her because you don’t want to get into a fight.

-If there’s one person she lets you steal from, it’s Heisenberg. His factory soon becomes your playground, and you are so good at thievery, that the Lord doesn’t even notice things missing until it’s too late.

-Aside from selling anything valuable you might find; you might also gift it to your Lady and her daughters whom you’ve come to cherish.

-The relationship is kind of ironic because you guys are such opposites. You are like a shadow while she towers above you. She is powerful while you are quick fingered.

The Daughters (Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra)

-I’ll address each daughter separately when it comes to you. This is not a poly relationship (unless people want me to do that because I can see that). It’s just easier to group them in one spot instead of making three separate ones.

-Each one probably meets you when you are trying to steal from the castle. However, you seem so intriguing that they allow you to live. Then, they just grew fond of you.

-Bela is the responsible one. She doesn’t like your thievery and wishes you would use your skills to do something else.

-She understands that you are bored, and tries to keep you entertained through other methods, such as telling her about the outside and what it’s like.

-Cassandra appreciates your thieving skills but does not partake in it herself. Being the skilled huntress that she was, you guys had some skills in common. Both of you were quite sneaky.

-She helps your boredom by playing cat and mouse with you around the castle. It sometimes annoys her mother, but she would rather have you guys sneaking around the halls than stealing from her.

-Daniela absolutely loves your thieving and wishes she could join you if you steal from any of the other Lords (because the village was dull). However, she will sometimes help you steal from her sisters just so she can have fun.

-To help you with boredom, she might challenge you to steal something off her, hearing how you could were at doing that. It was totally not an excuse to get your hands on her body.

Donna Beneviento (and Angie)

-Donna’s home was the only “normal” looking place that seemed to hold something of value. However, you weren’t prepared for the greeting the woman gave you.

-You were going to take a doll, but she materialized before you and grabbed you by the leg, begging you not to take her only friends away. It kind of broke your heart, so you decided to stay with Donna.

-You guys bonded quite well after that.

-The doll maker knows you must be so bored, and she doesn’t like to see you that way. It makes her feel like she’s done something wrong. So, she will allow you to raid her house so long as you promise not to actually sell anything.

-It would be a thrill regardless though.

-Angie dares you to try and steal her. She threatens to bite you if you dare touch her. That doll kind of scares you.

-Sometimes you can’t help but steal from the other Lords. Donna doesn’t really seem to care because you never get caught, something she admires, your ability to be like a shadow.

-Yeah, so admire Donna walking around with a set of pearls you stole from Lady Dimitrescu.

-Anything you take, you keep Donna in mind. You know how insecure the poor girl gets, so you want her to be proud of herself. It becomes less about money and more for your lady.

Mother Miranda

-Miranda would immediately respect (and swoon) over your ability to seeming appear out of thin air without getting caught. You can bet this woman would utilize your talents.

-She wants to know if your kidnapping skills are as good as your thieving skills.

-However, while she knows you are bored of her humble little village, Miranda keeps control over you with an iron fist. That being said, she doesn’t have any strict rules.

-In fact, she allows you to steal from the Lords. (Actually, all of them but Donna because Donna gets on her nerves the least). This leads you and The Duke to becoming good business partners.

-When Chris’ Wolf Squad arrives, she wants your help in depleting their resources.

-Finally, you get to have some fun and piss of Chris Redfield. It finally felt like you were heisting again. This also includes pickpocketing Ethan whenever you come across him.

-Also, the lycans seem to pay you no mind because of how stealthy you actually are. You become Miranda’s right hand, and she greatly relies on you.

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hiswhiteknight · 3 years

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Unbelievably Outlandish– Part 9

Summary: Before starting down a new crossroads, the Reader goes onto an adventure of literary traveling. Suddenly tossed into an unbelievable story that has swept the world, The Outlander Series itself. How will a twenty first century woman survive?

Note: I own no characters, except reader, clearly this is based off the lovely book series Outlander by Diana Gabaldon and tv show. This follows more the tv show, but it’s far from accurate. I’m going to try to get better with using less proper English, but who knows maybe I’ll get into Scottish slang.

Pairing: Jamie Fraser x Female Reader

Words: 1900

Warning: Angst, playfulness, cursing, slow start, obviously fighting and such

You heard Jamie’s word after he left, ‘You should go up and spend some time with the clan, it might be worth learning a bit more.’ He wasn’t wrong, though it was hard for you to admit it. You took a deep sigh, fixed your hair, and went back up the stairs. You found Mrs. Fitz, who passed you a drink. “Lovely you joined us again Y/N. Everything prepped for the hunt?”

“Sure is, Mrs. Fitz, sure is, which means I can drink and be merry,” you watched as the line started to dwindle down as the men took their oaths to Colum. “Anything happen after the oath taking, like that musician, will he be playing today. Love that guy,” you smile down at her.

She looked at you bemused and shook her head, “No, he won’t be playing this evening. There will be dancing later, I’m sure quite a few men would be interested in dancing with you.”

You shook your head at her, “You are not a match maker Mrs. Fitz. I would not dare to go out on that floor. I would insult the good Mackenzie clan with my lack of grace.” A man tripped over his feet in front of you and stumbled on to find his friends.

“Grace is nothing you need to worry about here dear,” she grinned at you. “Not too difficult to figure out, I’ll have Laoghaire show you later,” she tapped you. Laoghaire stood next to her, giving you a strange look, you were sure you didn’t warrant. Suddenly the room grew quiet and you looked up towards the entrance of the hall. Jamie was weaving through the crowd slowly. He had changed and making his way towards the oath taking line. And every eye was on him, except when you turned to observe everyone’s reaction Murtagh was looking at you. You gripped Mrs. Fitz’s arm and pushed towards Murtagh, there was no way you were taking credit for this.

When you made yourself up to him, he was towards the back of the room with his hand gripping the top of his sword, “Why do I have a feeling this involves you?”

“I didn’t do it,” you whispered harshly to him, sounding like a child defending their lack of innocence. He tipped his head over not believing you for a second, “I didn’t do it on purpose, and he told me he could get back just fine.”

“You don’t understand what you just did to him. You signed his death sentence,” he pulled you back further. Murtagh caught you up in the severity of Jamie’s predicament. With every word, you grew more worrisome and filled with guilt. The thought of not having Jamie to rely on as a friend tousled around in your head. You tried to find a way to free Jamie from this situation and the only thought you could manage was start a fire or faint and you didn’t believe either of those situations would help him out of this.

It was Jamie’s turn next and you didn’t acknowledge that you started to hold your breath. Suddenly without reason or thought, you grabbed Murtagh’s forearm. And without much thought, Jamie diplomatically got himself out of the situation looking like a leader. You cursed under your breath, before dusting off the front of your dress, “And you were worried Murtagh. See Jamie came out looking like a,” you paused not being able to come up with a metaphor that would make sense in the 18th century, “I don’t know. He is just fine. Now you can’t be mad at me.”

Murtagh rolled his eyes as Jamie walked up to him, “Couldn’t stay away from trouble, aye?”

Jamie looked towards you, his face grew a knowing smile I didn’t quite understand, “Sometimes trouble finds me than I’m like a moth to flame. Y/N, I see you decided to join the gathering again.”

“You made it sound so exciting and here you were not wrong. Though it doesn’t bode well that you got caught. And now Murtagh here is blaming me for your lack of discretion,” you use your thumb to point back at Murtagh, “And I was starting to win him over.”

Scratching the back of his neck, leaning in to whisper, “Not everyone can be sneaky as you and not get caught.”

“Tis right there sir,” you shoot back at him.

Hearing a big sigh come from his partner in crime, Murtagh gave Jamie an eye roll and pulled him out of the hall, “You’ve had enough of trouble this evening, let’s go.”

“Enjoy your evening, Y/N.”

You shook your head, biting back a snarky comment. You could throttle the man for making everything seem so suave and charming. As Jamie and Murtagh rounded the hall entrance, the phrase you repeated to yourself, ‘your charm doesn’t work on me Jamie.’ It was slowly hitting you that, that mantra might not be as strong as you needed it to be. You looked around, feeling someone starring at you and caught eye contact with Laoghaire. And suddenly she was storming out of your eyesight. The dancing had started and you watched the mesmerizing dance of the culture. Everyone’s laughter put you at ease for a moment. Then suddenly, you were in your head missing your home and brother. You weren’t meant to be here, everything you are is fake or reserved. You couldn’t live like this and the bought of hopelessness took over your soul. In this moment, something inside you became a little toxic.

The next morning, you were up early for the hunt. The way the night ended with the uneasiness sat on your chests as you dressed for the day. This wasn’t your place, this wasn’t your job, and it started to bother you how different the times are. You would never be respected as a woman, an unmarried woman. You tossed your hair in two French braids, per usual fashion when having a busy day. You dropped your hair piece under the bed and you ducked down to grab it to suddenly find a strange bundle. You finished with your hair and brought the bundle down to the kitchen.

You grabbed some bread and sat the bundle on the table, “Dear what are you bringing that into this kitchen,” Mrs. Fitz yelled catching you off guard and causing you to stumble backwards.

“I,” you paused to comprehend the situation, “I, I found it in my room, under my bed and I was going to ask it was some weird potpourri thing. What is it?”

“It’s an ill-wish, a witch’s making,” she tossed it into the fire.

“An ill-wish, what?”

“Someone be wishing to bring you harm dear, what have you gotten into,” she put both her hands on your face, “Try staying out of trouble, someone has an eye to hurt you.”

“I didn’t do anything, literally I have been making myself small at possible Mrs. Fitz,” your voice started to raise. You have done everything in your power to win people over, treat people with kindness, not start a stir when you found injustice to your gender and status. You didn’t believe in witchcraft, though it should cause you to question since you are living the 18th century, which is something you would never believe in.

“All due respect, Mrs. Fitz, but someone is going to get their ass beat hard,” you shot catching everyone’s attention.

“Lass, mind your tongue. That is not the language a lady speaks,” Mrs. Fitz tried to sooth you.

You pull away from her, “No,” you start to gather your things feeling the heat of this betrayal crumble the wall you built around your true self to keep you protected from these people. Every comment, action, and lie you’ve told to keep yourself from being killed, shunned, raped, or imprisoned is bubbling out of your pours. You have reached you limit, “I am not a lady Mrs. Fitz. I do not belong here. I wear pants damn it, I swear, and I could probably kick the ass of half the men here,” you paused, “At the same time,” you paused again, “Maybe not, but I sure would die trying. I do not belong here. Look at how everyone looks at me, treats me, I’m the enemy because I’m different. I’m not part of the clans, I’m an imposter. And rather than whisper about their hatred, someone wants to cause me actual pain with this bullshit. Fuck that. I’m sorry Mrs. Fitz and pardon me, but fuck that.” Your packs were hanging from my shoulder, “Let this spread around the village, anyone that can guarantee me the name of the person who put this under my bed gets all the money I have earned over the time I’ve been here.”

“Y/N,” Mrs. Fitz called after you. She clearly was not offended by your lewdness, but more she was concerned about what you were about to cause with your burst of feelings of revenge and anger.

You stomped up to Angus, “Where the necklace man, I didn’t escape or leave, now give the piece back?”

“Don’t speak to me like that lassie,” he started to feel around his body for the necklace you gave him the night before. With every pat, your already boiling anger grew. That was the only piece from your family you owned. “Might of lost-,” he started to say.

With the beginning of his sentence, you went for your dagger lying on your waistband. Before you could pull it out, Rupert pushed your hand down holding the handle down, “Settle down Y/N, Angus gave me the necklace to watch over. He noted he would lose it.” He pushed the charm in your hand, “If that would have came out, Angus would have gutted you. Does the hunt have you on edge lass?”

“Stupidity has me on edge Rupert and it’s not much of your business,” you stormed away to find your horse. Something had changed in you and you weren’t sure what to do about it.

You struggled to get on your horse, when someone came up and offered you an extra push. Jamie stood in front of you and your horse, “Mrs. Fitz asked me to check on you. She shared you were upset and threatening people. I heard you tried to pull a knife on Angus, what has gotten into you woman.”

This time you didn’t make eye contact with Jamie, “Mind your business Mister MacTavish. If I want to fight or punish someone for their actions against me, then I’ll see fit to do it. Now get out of my way, there is a boar to chase down and murdered.”

Jamie didn’t move, keeping your horse in place, “You going to get yourself killed and as your friend, that does in fact concern me. You shouldn’t be going on the hunt like this.”

You pushed forward with the horse causing Jamie to back up quickly, “I’ve seen Old Yeller, I get the dangers that come from a boar. Right now, you should be worried about the clansmen Mackenzie. Now if you’ll excuse me,” you started to move towards the field.

You were fully aware he would not get the reference from the 21st century, but you did not care. The thought of taking the horse and charging out of the village to the stones drifted to your mind. But you still cared to get back to your brother at the moment and that meant you had to have a chance to survive, “Y/N,” Jamie yelled after you.

“Leave me alone, Mister MacTavish, I have business to attend to,” you shouted back.

Part 10

Taglist: @doctorwhatwhenandwhere @damnedandbroken @blushingpogue @blancastans @slytherinambitious @kinky-asher @lovesanimals @bilesxbilinskixlahey

#Outlander #fanfiction #outlander fanfiction #outlander imagine #Jamie Fraser #jamie fraser imagine #jamie fraser imagines #jamie fraser x reader #jamie frazier x reader

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kur0m1bab3 · 3 years

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A Bittersweet Miracle

BokutoxBlackFem!reader

3rd person POV

Cw:Angst fluff, slightly mature, mentions of pregnancy, college!Au

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"Well what does it say?" Akaashi asked curiously craning his neck a bit to try to glance at the plastic stick set in y/n's hand.

Y/n looked away biting her lip as she blindly handed him the pregnancy test.

"Two lines means positive right?" The older male asked as y/n stayed silent nodding her head as she kept her gaze fixated on the brown wooden floors of her kitchen.

A soft smile graced Akaashis face as he walked over to y/n leaning down a bit.he poked her cheek lightly as she puffed her cheeks out, desperately trying To keep her gaze on the ground only for her to crack a small smile at Akaashi's constant poking.

"There she is" Akaashi smiled pulling y/n into a warm embrace. Y/n sighed into the hug as Akaashi pulled away.

"I'm gonna be a god father" Akaashi said happily as y/n laughed.

"Mhmn you are" she smiled.

Akaashi pulled away from y/n as he looked at her for a while as he lifted an eyebrow.

"You don't seem too happy?" Akaashi said as y/n shook her head.

"I am...m'not sure how I'm really supposed to react though..I mean I cried when I found out I was so happy.......but my kid is going to grow up fatherless so I'm kinda ya know...out of it" y/n spoke truthfully as Akaashi nodded.

"You going to tell him?" Akaashi asked as he began to grab pot and pans from the cabinets, probably about to make a celebratory meal for the mother to be and the others planning to come over.

"Don't know. Part of me wants to the other part of me doesn't" y/n said sitting on the island stool as Akaashi hummed looking at her.

"Y/n you guys were together for more than a year and a half...not to mention you guys lived together for most of your college career.....He deserves to know" Akaashi spoke out as y/n bit her lip looking down.

"I know...but,we broke up for a reason" y/n said as Akaashi clicked his tongue looking at the younger girl.

"You mean you broke up with him" Akaashi said putting an emphasis on you as y/n waved Akaashi off.

"It was mutual" y/n said rubbing her stomach softly smiling. Akaashi put down the wooden spoon he had been holding as he walked over to the island y/n was sitting at.

He leaned on the island as he looked at y/n intently.

"Bokuto never wanted to break up it wasn't mutual" Akaashi said sternly as y/n bit her lip looking away.

Kotaro Bokuto. The love of y/n's life that just so happened to be her ex. The pair had know each other for years, their history together going back all the way to middle school. They had always been attracted to each other, no doubt about it.

The cute smiles they gave each other during gym, or the extra chocolates teddy bears they'd give one another on Valentine's Day, the way y/n would wear his jersey to games, it was honestly all too obvious.

Once their 3rd year hit, their attraction to each other grew almost unbearable leading to the faithful Halloween night the two hooked up in the closet of their friends kuroos house.

Wasn't the ideal place considering the two teens got caught by a group of 5 pestering boys from differing schools, they just So happen to call friends, just as they reached their climaxes. The two never being able to live down the embarrassing ordeal and a rule set in place by the one and only tetsuro kuroo,stating that the pair had to be no closer than 8 feet away from each other in his house.

Clearly that rule was broken a few times, but what doesn't kill kuroo will only make him..make him...who knows honestly.Besides the point by some miraculous twisted miracle the close knit friend group ended up going to the same college together.

Their living arrangements was an interesting one. Of course all of the boys wanted y/n to live with them, they were all like a horde of bodyguards, it could be quite annoying at times having a group of guys tell an adult woman to go put on sweats in 100 degree heat instead of wearing shorts,but that's what you get when you surround yourself with a bunch of guys who were like brothers.

None of the boys wanted y/n to live alone, especially with a roommate. They hated the idea of her spending all of her time with someone she barley knew(mainly oikawa). Which is how they came up with the idea of pairing Bokuto and y/n to live together.

Was it the best idea to pair up two people who had clear sexual history and extreme feelings for each other? Maybe not. Did it happen? Of course it did considering who the boys were and how they wanted to play match maker.

The living arrangement lead to some interesting encounters. Eventually the two finally got together. It wasn't easy considering y/n was very stubborn and Bokuto was just too shy(ironic right?) to admit his feelings towards the younger girl.

Their personalities were an interesting pair.

Y/n was more on the introverted side, never really showed her emotions and kept to herself for the most part. Sarcasm was a second language to her, there was never a moment she didn't have someone rolling in laughter due to her quick wittedness or outright weird behavior.

Bokuto on the other hand was quite different. A clear extrovert who never failed to brighten up the room. His bright character was always a joy to be around, never quite knowing what he'd say or do leaving a kind of mysterious and almost mischievous aura about himself.Much like y/n he kept his emotions to himself and hid how he really felt, which proved catastrophic or their relationship.

The two loved each other so much it was kind of sickening to be around. The constant loving stares of sneaky kisses caused the other to normally cringe or throw pillows at the pair telling them to get a room. But much like the great sonatas of masterminds like Beethoven or Mozart, the beautiful pairs relationship,had a grand crescendo and a beautifully haunting decrescendo.

They were just bad at relationships. Mainly due to the lack of emotions between the two, and by that I mean the hiding of emotions. Their communication skills were way off, neither one of them knowing how to confront the other when they seemed to be at rock bottom which caused a huge rift in their relationship.

"Bokuto we need to stop seeing each other....we b-broke up a month a-ago"y/n whimper out softly as Bokuto continued to place light kisses along her neck.

Bokuto squeezed her waist tightly pushing her deeper into the wall as he pulled away from her neck meeting her eyes.

His eyes were glossed over, lust and sadness swimming through the cesspools of his golden irises as he breathed heavily.

A frown sat on his face as he shook his head, his slightly fallen hair tickling y/n's forehead. Y/n always thought his hair suited him so well. He looked so wild and young it made her knees buckle a bit.

".....just...let me have this..." Bokuto whispered against y/n's lips. That's all it took for y/n to attack Bokutos lips earning a small moan of admiration from him as he swiftly picked her up bringing her into their once shared bedroom.

The room was dark causing y/n's vision to completely cancel out making her hyper aware of her surroundings. Bokuto gently placed her on the bed kissing her cheek softly.

Y/n scrunched her eyes in confusion as she felt tiny droplets of water hit her face. She gently wiped her face as she tried to figure out the source of the water.

The moonlight from the night sky shined brightly into the room, as y/n fixated her eyes on the male hovering above her.

Bokuto had his eyes closed tightly as tears ran down his face continuously. He held a pained expression on his face as he visibly began to shake, his breathing speeding up as he sobbed quietly causing y/n to freeze all her actions.

Bokuto opened his eyes looking down at the girl beneath him. She looked at bit concerned mouth slightly agape,but more so shocked as tears hit her face from above. The pained look on Bokutos face caused y/n to well up with tears as well as the pair stared at eachother tears rolling down their faces.

They couldn't tell you what it was that caused them to do this, but their lips collided once again as their tears and lips synched together in perfect harmony as clothes began to be discarded at an unholy speed.

Bokuto leaned up as he caresses y/n's face softly, tears rolling down both of their faces as he smiled weakly, knowing this would be the last time the two ever got to experience the touch of each other in such an intimate and close way.with that Bokuto began to cry harder as he looked down at the love of his life.

"I love you" he whispered as he silenced both his and y/n's sobs with a kiss that set the mood for the entirety of the night. Slow, passionate and heartbreaking.

That's faithful night was two months ago. Y/n only finding out about her sudden pregnancy a month after their encounter.

"....we needed to break up..what happened happened" y/n said shrugging as Akaashi sighed running a hand down his face.

"What happened is that you broke up with him because for whatever reason the two of you couldn't talk your feelings out like adults. And like a love sick little puppy Bokuto agreed because he'd do anything to make you happy.you guys broke up but continued to sleep around to try to fulfill the heavy feelings you two still obviously have for each other and now you're pregnant with your ex's kid" Akaashi said truthfully as y/n frowned.

"Jesus next time sugar coat it a bit will ya?"

Y/n said standing up going over to the pot that was currently on the stove boiling noodles.

Akaashi swiftly pushed y/n away as he looked at her.

"How long have you known ?" Akaashi asked as y/n leaned back onto the kitchen counter.

"A month..I didn't show symptoms right away, that is until I missed my period and started throwing up in the middle of the night." Y/n said as Akaashi looked at her then her stomach before placing a hand on her stomach gently.

"Are you now just starting to show?" Akaashi asked as y/n nodded lifting up her shirt a bit.

"You can barley tell it just looks like I'm bloated" y/n said making a face as the sound her front door suddenly opening caught the twos attention.

"Akaashi? Y/n?" A voice said as y/n peeked her head around the coroner. She smiled bright seeing kuroo and konoha at the door taking their shoes off.

"I'm the kitchen" y/n said as she hopped on the counter. Footsteps were heard as the two men appeared in the kitchen.

"I can never understand how your kitchen looks so clean all the time. It's like you never cook in here" konoha said as he made a face lifting up the top of the pot that the noodles were boiling in, only for him to get slapped in the head by Akaashi, earning a loud ouch from the younger male.

"It's called cleaning aki" y/n hummed as kuroo walked over to the group of adults.

"Akaashis cooking....so whats the occasion?" kuroo said propping an elbow up on the island looking at y/n as konoha nodded.

"Yeah last time Akaashi cooked was when he bought those ugly ass sugar gliders home from the pet store" konoha said making a face as Akaashi turned around kicking konoha in the shin causing y/n and kuroo to laugh.

"You not bout to sit here and disrespect them in my face. You better be glad we in y/n's house or else I would've kick yo ugly ass" Akaashi sneered as konoha flicked him off.

Y/n grabbed the pregnancy test from off the the counter as she held it up.

"I'm pregnant" y/n said smiling handing kuroo the test as both boys stared at the test wide eyed.

"Seriously?!" konoha shouted as y/n nodded. He quickly picked her up squeezing her tight as he hugged her.

"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" kuroo yelled grabbing y/n from konoha as he hugged her tight.

Y/n laughed as konoha hid his face in his hands as he began to cry.He tetsuro, atsumu and oikawa were all such cry babies . Y/n laughed a bit already knowing how overdramatic atsumu and oikawa would be once they found out about the pregnancy.

"I can't believe this" konoha said smiling widely as y/n laughed.

"Y'all are both so overdramatic" y/n laughed as kuroo began dancing around the apartment.

"Overdramatic?! That's my god child you're talking about!" kuroo scolded as he walked up to y/n hugging her once again.

konoha sniffed a bit as he looked at

y/n,realization hitting him like a truck as he stopped crying looking At y/n intently, before sighing a bit laying his head on y/n's shoulder.

"Y/n....it's Bokutos isn't it?" He asked wiping his tears as y/n sighed. A small smile on her face as she looked at the boys sadly.

"Yeah..it is.."

A/N: I hope y’all like this🧍🏾‍♀️FIRST TIME KINDA NERVOUS🤪

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Countermeasures || 3

Anomaly

Fives x ofc!reader

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chapter summary: Agreeing to help Fives proves to be both good and bad.

warnings: canon character death, a sprinkle of fluff (Fives can be soft but we all know he’s quite the opposite in the right contexts 😉), a dash of sexual tension, a dollop of groping, tons of inappropriate thoughts - lordy lord get some cold water splashed on them

note: I broke away from including Fives’ POV in this chapter. It may come back in the future, idk yet. This is the first real series I’ve written and I’m extremely grateful for the pals I’ve met on here who reblog and like my work <3 Tbh I’m having a ton of fun writing this because not only does it give me an excuse to watch the conspiracy arc a bunch of times for the details but I also get to write about Renna and Fives and I love them both and I just want them to fuck already.

***

This was crazy. How did you of all people end up in a situation such as this.

By “this”, you were referring to the strong embrace you were trapped in - the ARC trooper you’re shamefully crushing on being the captor.

No, you definitely were not complaining.

After agreeing to help him, Fives you pulled into his body, his strong arms finding their way around your back holding you steady. Large palms nearly covered the expanse of your back, the heat from his skin burning holes right through your outer layers and into your flesh. Your face was practically smushed into his broad chest, your arms dangling awkwardly at your sides. The weight of Fives’ chin was pressing into your scalp. So many thoughts were swimming in your head as Fives held you as tight as he could without hurting you.

He was... hugging you. To be completely honest, you thought the two of you would fuck - or at least do something along those lines - before he hugged you. It was the energy he possessed that led you to that conclusion, but you were proven wrong.

You didn’t fight it - you knew how much it meant to him. These clones - these soldiers - were covered in plastoid from head to toe all day every day throughout their unfortunately short lives, and you figured they must be at least somewhat touch-starved. The way Fives held you was different than you thought he was capable of. You weren’t naïve; you knew the clones took off their armor at certain points, and hey, you knew that they even would have sex in their short spurts of time off. You read reports on clones who had contracted STD’s from their adventurous endeavors and were sent here to be treated. Even though they were created in a lab for the sole purpose of fighting in this ridiculous war, they were still men.

You wanted to keep up some at least some semblance of professionalism - to not touch Fives back, because quite honestly your body wanted more - but your heart started aching, and your body acted against your brain as your arms returned the embrace.

Fives was thick. The clones as a whole aren’t huge men; they aren’t fed nearly enough - that much you knew - and are relatively slim with a very low percentage of body fat compared to all the muscle they were designed to have. They’re not that much taller than you, either. However, you’ve never held a clone before. Fives’ back was like a bag of ropes; hard, thick, and you felt every single muscle so beautifully poking out of his skin even through the tunic. You allowed your hands to splay out over his back - to really feel him. You were completely lost in this moment, but you heard it - barely noticeable, but you heard it - Fives inhaled quietly through his nose, taking in your hair’s scent. You knew deep down that he didn’t mean for you to notice him smelling your hair, so you didn’t mention it. Butterflies flapped around in your stomach - then the butterflies quickly floated away and that feeling was exchanged with pure lust; the fire in your belly burning hot with desire.

You don’t know how long you held each other, but you needed to break away from him and get back to the matters at hand. You agreed to help him, and that’s what you’ll do. Maybe he’ll be so thankful for your help he’ll “hug” you again later.

“You do you have a plan, right, mister ARC trooper?” Breaking away from his embrace, you tried to shake your mind clear of any thoughts that didn’t include Tup.

“Of course I have a plan!” Fives’ tone suggested he was attempting to play off what had just happened, and it was cute. He walked over to the darkened window and kept his back turned to you. Perhaps he was trying to clear his thoughts as well. You wouldn’t know, but Fives was barely breathing in through his nose so that your scent lingered in his nostrils for as long as possible.

“Care to share?” You called to him, and Fives paused for a few moments before responding.

“Are you able to access all the equipment without the supervision of the long-necks?” He finally turned around, his brows raised. You blinked at him, just a little dumbfounded and slightly offended.

“Yes, Fives. Maker, I know how to work the kriffing equipment. I don’t need a babysitter.” You rolled your eyes then squinted them at him, crossing your arms to your chest with a huff.

“That’s not what I meant,” Fives chuckled as he approached you once again and placed a hand on your shoulder. “I meant, are you going to get in trouble if you’re working alone in there?” His gaze bore into you, making you feel slightly uneasy. Yeah, you knew how to work everything, of course. But this was all new territory for you; working - unauthorized – on a patient who wasn’t yours, performing an atomic brain scan unsupervised, breaking protocol…

“I- I’m not actually sure. I’ve never been explicitly told to not touch anything without them being there? I think it will be okay. It’s just that- that Dr. Nala Se said no to the scan. I don’t think she’ll like that I went behind her back and did it anyway. Although… I want to try everything in my power to save your friend.”

“Right. Then let’s get to it.”

“I’m sorry - let’s? You’re coming too? That doesn’t seem like a good-”

“It’ll be fine,” Fives quickly interjected. His confident tone faded with the next part: “Please. I want to be there - be there for Tup.” There they were again, those puppy dog eyes that get you every time. You doubt Fives even knows he’s doing it, but he had to catch on by now because you basically have never said no to him in the few short days you’ve known him. Your attraction to him made you break over and over again; this time was no different.

“Okay, fine. But you need to stay hidden.”

“I’m ‘Mr. ARC Trooper’, remember? I’ve been trained in the arts of being sneaky.” Wiggling his fingers and brows at you with a cheeky grin, you laughed and punched him in the shoulder. His grin only grew.

“Yeah whatever. Just follow me.”

You were the first to exit Fives’ room, peeking your head just outside the door to get a feel of the surrounding area. No guards in sight at the moment, so now was the perfect time to go.

“Quickly,” you stepped outside the room, motioning with your hand for Fives to follow. It didn’t take long to get next door, of course.

You pressed the controls on the panel and the door whisked opened; you shooed Fives in first. As soon as he entered, two guards came around the corner. You obviously didn’t want to look like you were doing something you weren’t supposed to, so you put on your best smile and nodded to the oncoming troopers. They nodded back and turned at the next corridor that led away from Tup’s room.

You stood there for a moment, just outside the room - thinking. You were obviously crazy, no doubt about that. You were breaking protocol, and basically risking your internship and everything you had worked for up to this point for Fives (and Tup). It was the right thing to do, right? Your insane crush on the ARC trooper aside, you were going through with all of this because it was the right thing to do. It definitely wasn’t right that the Kaminoans wanted to kill Tup off without entertaining more options and trying other procedures. It all seemed very… weird. As doctors, wouldn’t they want to try every possible way to find a solution without skipping over it all and just killing him? Although, why waste more time and resources when the “obvious” solution was to terminate him and find the answers through an autopsy? Maybe you should give it more time – Shaak Ti could be back soon with the Jedi Council’s backing. Maybe it wasn’t too late to back out – to turn around and coax Fives back into his room before you were both caught.

The moment was over when Fives’ hand reached out to grab your wrist, unceremoniously pulling you into the room. You nearly tripped as he yanked you inside, a murmured “hey!” subconsciously rolled off your tongue at the rough pull.

“Sorry, Renna.” He shut the door behind you, giving you an apologetic smile. “Did- did I hurt you? Sometimes I forget my own strength... I’m not used to manhandling pretty and delicate things.” Okay, let’s push that comment aside and table it for later on when you’re alone in your quarters.

Fives reached out to examine your wrist but you flapped your hands at him, “Really, I’m okay. Seriously.” You weren’t lying - it didn’t hurt. If you told him the absolute truth, you would tell him how you wished he’d manhandle you in other ways.

“Alright. Let’s get to work.”

Knowing how quickly you had to work for this entire plan to play out smoothly, you immediately made your way over to the controls and started tapping away. You turned your head to check on Fives – to see how he was planning on participating – and he was just frozen in place standing over Tup’s cot. Tup was still unconscious; his chest rising and falling rapidly in his comatose, shut eyelids flickering back and forth.

“Fives, push him over there.” You pointed at the scanner on the other side of the room with your back still turned as you tapped away at the screens, prepping the equipment. With one last tap of the screen, the scanner descended from the ceiling and Fives pushed Tup’s cot into it.

Tup’s chest rose and fell at an alarming rate, compelling you to consider - again - about turning back and aborting this plan altogether.

Fives came around the other side of the scanner where you watched the infrared picture of Tup’s brain from display screen, snapping you out of the thought.

“The scan’s almost complete.”

Fives moved in front of you and leaned closer to the screen, you shuffled to the side to give him to space. Your eyes unglued from the screen for just a moment to watch Fives; he was desperate. The look in his eyes told you that much, and his stance wasn’t as strong and sure as it always seemed to default to.

Your focus made way back to the screen. “Everything… appears to be normal.” Just as you said that the screen starting beeping; a red dot was blinking, pinpointing an anomaly in Tup’s brain.

“W- wait a second.” You softly pushed Fives out of the way and read the results displayed on the screen.

“What? What is it, Ren?” Your heart skipped a beat at the sound of his little nickname for you, but there were more important things currently at hand. You can freak out about the way he says your name like that later.

“It looks like Tup has developed a tumor.” Your fingers started tapping away yet again. You’ve never seen a tumor in clones before. To be fair, you had never worked with clones like this before, but you’ve seen more than enough of their files to know that a tumor wasn’t exactly something that could just appear in a clone.

“A tumor? Is that even possible?”

“I’ve never seen anything like this in clones. Not in any of the files.” You ceased tapping, turning around to face Fives. His hand raked through his hair, a pure look of confusion and worry on his face.

“Then… what is it?”

“I honestly don’t know. I’ll need to do a biopsy to be sure.” With a nod, you offered a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay, Fives. We’ll get this straightened out, and you and Tup will be off this stormy planet and back to your brothers in no time.” You weren’t sure you even believed your words.

“You’re gonna take it out of him?” Before you could answer, Fives whacked the tools all over the ground with one graceless hand movement. Your eyes widened as he bent down to grab at the mess. “Do you, uh, think anyone heard that?”

You raised your brow at him, and with a sarcastic tone, “The probability is high, yes.” You sighed. “You need to hide.”

Smacking his hands away as he continued to pick up the mess, you hissed, “Fives, hide.”

“I think it came from this room.” You both shot up; you ran over and pushed Tup out of the tube and started to power it down at the controls as Fives took cover under Tup’s floating cot. Interesting that an ARC Trooper chose that as a hiding place.

The door whisked opened. Nala Se stood at the entrance, looking around. Her bug-eyes landed right on you, then glanced over to Tup.

“Hello, Doctor.” Your tone was astonishingly calm despite the absolute terror currently running through your system.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She entered through the threshold and made her way over to Tup, assessing his condition with a scowl.

“I was only trying to save the patient,” You informed her, keeping your tone calm and professional. You were ignored, however. Apparently, Fives was not so great at cleaning up his messes, because one leftover syringe sat on the ground right below the Kaminoan’s heels. She reached down to grab it, and your heart started racing. You blurted out, “Doctor, I found something unusual in the scan. It appears to be a tumor… I think you should take a look-”

“You performed a second scan without my authorization?” Nala Se stood upright; the forgotten syringe grasped in her three slender fingers. How did she not see Fives down there? Uh oh… where did he go?

Your heart rate slowed. “Apologies, Doctor. I was only trying to-”

“Perhaps I made the mistake in assuming you’d be ready to work with the clones.” Nala Se turned around to shut off the remaining equipment; machines began powering off as they whirled back in place and Tup’s cot moved back to where it was before you started. One of the larger machines floated away, leaving Fives completely exposed. Ah, so that’s where he went. Your eyes widened as you looked between Fives’ shocked expression and Nala Se, who was still turned around and tapping at the controls. As much as you dreaded pressing further on, you needed to buy Fives enough time to make an escape back to his own room.

“But- but the tumor, Doctor. It seems to be blocking neuro-impulses from communicating with the brain. I think we should scan the rest of the clones to see if this is a problem with their base genetic model or a mutation with the current models.” The machines were all now back in place; you scanned the room with your eyes, hoping to not catch a glimpse of Fives.

“There is no tumor. Your scan is incorrect.” Nala Se departed the control panel, ambling over to the other side of the room. You really hope Fives had fled by now. Might as well keep on pressing, though. It did interest you that the Kaminoan doctor was so avidly trying to disregard what you were saying about a tumor. That was a thread you figured you should follow.

“But-”

“This clone clearly has a virus that remains undetected, but I will find the cause once he’s terminated.” You followed Nala Se until she reached Tup’s cot, her back turned to the exit. “Now leave. I’ll figure out what to do with you later.”

“Yes, Doctor.” You turned on your heels and walked out the already open door. You turned your head to watch Nala Se; she was still standing over Tup, but you were unsure of what she was doing. Something really didn’t seem right with this. You nearly crashed into Fives in the hall as you departed Tup’s room.

“I can’t believe they’re going to kill Tup!” Fives shouted in disbelief after you both had made your way back into his room and shut the door. Fives shoved the empty cot to the other side of the room, clearly frustrated.

“I know. I’m sorry, Fives.” All you could offer was a sincere apology. It didn’t seem like a great idea at present to bring up how you thought the entire ordeal with Nala Se seemed fishy.

“We were not created to be disposed of this way!” He slammed his fists on the cot, an action that seemed to be fueled by rage, but his eyes told a different story.

“Just- just think of it this way… Tup is sacrificing himself so that other clones like him can survive. Isn’t that something you said he’d want?” You went to reach for him - to offer a gentle reassuring touch - but he backed away.

“There aren’t others like him!” His raised voice prompted you to take a few steps back. You weren’t scared of him, but you understood they he may need some space right now. Maybe it would be best if you retreated to your quarters and called it a day. After all, Nala Se basically sealed your fate by undoubtedly reassigning you to the archives. It probably wasn’t appropriate that you been seen in Fives’ room anymore. Your own selfishness kept you there, though.

“I’m sorry, Ren. I don’t mean to take this out on you, I just-” You allowed yourself to take a few steps towards him. “Tup doesn’t have to die - you found a tumor. I’m sure that’s the cause of all this. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“But… how can we proceed? Dr. Nala Se basically reassigned me to the archives. I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to be here with you anymore. I could get dismissed, sure, but I have no idea what would happen to you.”

“Do the biopsy. I’m sure what you find will prove Tup doesn’t have to die. Your findings would bump you up in the ‘ranks’ I’m sure, and they would have no reason to send you back to filing paperwork.” A beat. “As for me… I’ll be fine.” You both knew that was a lie. You’ve seen what the Kaminoans have done to “defective” clones. It’s all in the files. It’s inhumane. There was no way you’d let that happen to Fives.

“I’m not so sure…. Dr. Nala Se doesn’t believe-”

“We’re not going to Nala Se with whatever you find. We’ll go to General Shaak Ti. She helped me once as a cadet and I know she values the life of a clone.” Now that, that was the truth.

“Fives… I’d be disobeying direct orders.” At this point, you didn’t care what happened to you if you were to go through with this. Fives was who you were concerned with. Not because of a hopeless crush, but because of his status of patient and you sincerely cared about him.

“Yep, and for the second time today,” He jested. Not funny. You scoffed. “Ren…” There they are, yet again - the puppy dog eyes. Those, paired with how he said your name. You’d break for sure. “Will you help me? Please.”

***

“Hurry!” Fives was hunched over the control panel with you, basically micromanaging you even though he had no idea what it was you were doing.

“Fives, you’re going to have to not rush me. I’m not a droid. Give me a kriffing minute.” Your fingers tapped frantically at the screen, hitting button after button until -

“Intruder alert. Intruder alert. All nonessential personnel report to a safe room for lockdown.”

You stood up straight and grinned over at Fives, who looked a little shocked.

“What did you do?” The alert played over again on the intercom.

“I made it so that the security scanners picked up an intruder in section C-6. We need to hurry, though. I doubt it’ll take them long before they realize it’s a false alarm.”

“They taught you how to hack a security mainframe at the fancy medical academy you attended on Coruscant?”

You rolled your eyes at him, hands on your hips. “Is that really important right now?” Fives chuckled and shook his head. Grabbing his wrist, you stretched your head to look outside the door. “They have guards stationed just outside. How are we going to get over there?” You turned towards Fives, who was pulling away from you and looking up at the ceiling. You followed his gaze, and you knew exactly what he was thinking. “The vents?” You sounded a little shocked, but it really was the only safe way out of there. He tilted his head down to look at you, a smile on his face. You snorted.

“Here, I’ll climb up first and then pull you up.” Your looked over at the door again, making sure you weren’t about to get absolutely busted, and grabbed his dangling hands.

You shook your head with a smirk. “You know, I’m starting to wish I had stayed in the archives,” you jested, as Fives hoisted you up and into the vent with him.

You never realized just how creepy it was up in these vents. To be fair, there wasn’t one moment that you would’ve pictured yourself crawling through them, but here you were. It was dark, every movement you made echoed, and it was freezing cold. You – for some reason – were leading the way, crawling through the cold durasteel tunnel. Fives was silent; he wasn’t making any comments, not cracking any jokes, not even expressing his concern for Tup. It dawned on you: he was totally checking out your ass. You had shed your long lab coat before he pulled you up, knowing that it would be harder to crawl with it tugging under your knees. Fives hadn’t yet seen you without it on… and you knew how good your ass looked in the leggings you wore. With a slight chuckle to yourself, you stopped crawling for a moment and looked over your shoulder to glance at him to the best of your ability.

“Fives, are you staring at my ass?” You tried to not let your giddiness get in the way of your accusatory whispering, but you found yourself muffling laughter. He didn’t reply right away – probably trying to think up a comeback or a way to wiggle himself out of the subject.

“Fuck yeah I am,” he murmured back, sounding as cocky as ever. You bit your lip and shook your head, resuming the crawl towards the oncoming exit vent. “I don’t exactly have anything else to look at from back here, you know. I got quite a nice view, so, no complaints.” Your face heated up at his smug comment, resisting the urge to shake your ass for him – to really give him a good view. Now was not the time.

You crawled past the vent so Fives could hop down first; he plopped onto the floor, graceful and stealthy as ever, before standing directly under the vent with his arms held out.

“Common, I’ll catch you.” It really wasn’t a long way down; you’d land just fine, though probably not as gracefully as he did.

“Uh, okay…” You lowered your legs out from the ceiling, keeping your grip on the cool metal for a moment while you steadied yourself. “Fives, I think I got it. I can just hop down like th-” Your grip from the ceiling slipped, sending you down and nearly hitting the floor in the worst way possible, when strong arms found their way under your ass and back.

Fives just saved you from breaking a bone or two, and all you could do was blink up at him as his hand slightly squeezed the plushy part of your ass, the other hand gripped tightly on your waist. Maybe he thought you wouldn’t notice the way he was savoring holding you like that, but you did. And you liked it.

“Nice to look at and feels nice, too.” Fives grinned at you before setting you down on your feet. He definitely shouldn’t be talking about how your ass looks and feels right now with his friend lying nearly dead on the cot barely an arm’s length away - but, is he was open to making comments such as those during these unsure times, you’d reciprocate. A boost of confidence surged through you.

“Glad you like it, trooper. Maybe some time you can see and feel it without these in the way,” you pulled at your leggings, looking him straight in the eyes with a smirk. Seeing Fives’ expression was well worth making the comment.

“Don’t say things you can’t follow up on, Renna.” His shocked expression quickly flipped to dark, catching you completely off guard and making you gulp. Your entire body felt as if it was on fire as tiny fireworks danced in your gut. There was absolutely no way you’d be able to follow up on your innuendo-filled comment unless you found each other in another life under different circumstances. You needed to shake it out of your system.

Firing up the laser drill, you looked over at Fives and studied his worried expression. He looked so soft, so concerned – it tugged at your heart harder than you cared to admit. His focus remained on Tup until the sound of the drill made him look up.

Your hands were slightly shaking. You felt it, but it didn’t appear to be noticeable. You had never performed a biopsy on a real, living, breathing lifeform before. Everything you had done during your schooling was on the deceased or on medical dummies. You were nervous, but this wasn’t about you. You finally had the chance to save a life. You needed to pull it together.

“Renna, are you okay?” Fives’ voice nearly came out as a whisper. You looked up at his eyes; he was studying you, deeply.

You took a deep breath and nodded with a slow exhale. You turned your attention back to the drill, grabbing Tup’s head and positioning it to where you needed.

“You might want to look away at this part.”

***

You did it. A successful biopsy. Feeling a bead of sweat threatening to fall from your hairline, you wiped it away with your arm and looked up at Fives who still had his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is it done?” The absent sound of the drill encouraged him to open his eyes. You held up the tumor, encased in a transparent casing. You handed it to Fives; he studied it closely, bringing it up to his face with a sigh. The moment was over when the door whisked open.

“What have you done?” Dr. Nala Se came into the room; Fives didn’t appear frightened, but you sure as fuck were.

“We saved my friend’s life.” Fives whipped around to face the “long-neck” - as he calls them - holding up the tumor in an accusing manner towards her, “This tumor is the cause of his illness.” She reached out and tried to grab the encased organic matter, but Fives maintained a hard grip as they fought for it.

“Give me that!” Nala Se looked angrier than you had ever seen her. You ran up to them, trying to stop something before it started.

“You can’t be trusted.” Fives reached down to Tup’s cot with his free hand, grabbing a mysterious syringe, and held it up in a threatening manner. You reached your hands up to stop him, but Shaak Ti’s sudden arrival did the job for you.

“Stand down, trooper.” She stood at the doorway with her hand outstretched. Jedi didn’t need to hold a weapon; you knew what they could do with just one outstretched hand in the blink of an eye. You’ve never seen it in action, but you’ve heard stories.

Fives dropped the hand holding the syringe but kept hold of the tumor with his other. “I have evidence. It’s right here!” He sounded desperate. This looked way too bad. You were caught right in the middle of it all, too.

“I’m free…” A weak voice croaked from the cot, making all the heads in the room turn in the same direction. Tup. Fives let go of the tumor and whipped his body around to face his friend, crouching down next to Tup and leaned in close.

“Tup?”

“The mission… free.”

“What is he saying?” Shaak Ti entered through the threshold, a few guards flowing in from behind her with their blasters aimed at Fives.

“Brother, what mission?” It was apparent that Fives was trying to understand what was coming from Tup’s mouth, and could not care less that his own kind were holding weapons to him. It had been the first time anyone had heard Tup speak words that didn’t sound like “kill” and “Jedi” since his arrival.

“You… you know the one. The- the mission, the one in our dreams…” Fives’ wide eyes scanned over his friend, searching for a clue, for anything. “…that never ends.”

You were frozen in your spot, taking in Tup’s bewildering words. You watched Fives’ expression as he frantically tried to decipher what Tup was murmuring. You glanced up from them, seeing the guards' buckets turn to look back and forth at each other. The mission - the one from their dreams?

“Oh, brother…” Tup’s hand lifted to the best of its ability; Fives grabbed it with his own and squeezed. This moment was so raw, so emotional, so real. You never would have thought…

“This is the end. Forget the mission.” Tup was fading away. You could hear it in his voice, and you knew that Fives knew what was coming. It looked as though Fives was holding back tears – trying to keep his composure. “Oh, the nightmare. I’m… free.” With that, Tup was gone.

You scanned the room. Shaak Ti bowed her head, hand over her heart. The other clones lowered their weapons down to their sides, heads bowing. Nala Se, however, remined the same. Her expression never changed. Heartless Kaminoans.

Fives was shaking his friend’s body, begging him to come back. “I thought I saved him…” You didn’t know what to do now. Tup was gone, and it was your fault. He was alive until you removed the tumor. Fives was in pain – mourning for his brother because of you. You took a few steps back, and leaned against the counter, your fingers combing through your scalp. Not only did you disobey direct orders twice today, but you also killed the very first lifeform you did a biopsy on, and to top that off, the patient you killed was important - a brother - to someone you deeply cared about.

***

Fives was placed under arrest just shorty after. Tup’s body wasn’t even cold yet.

You stood there in silence; Fives locked eyes with yours as he was almost forcefully escorted out of the room by the surrounding guards. It was clear that both of you were trying to communicate with the other using only your eyes, but no distinct message was coming across. You wanted to tell him you were so sorry for everything, and that you’d miss him, that you’d never forget him and Tup, and that meeting him changed your view of the clones entirely. But, there were no final goodbyes, no condolences given. Fives would be taken away, and you would be dismissed. You’ll miss Fives with all your heart, but you won’t miss Kamino.

General Shaak Ti followed behind the guards, leaving you in the macabre room with Dr. Nala Se and Tup’s lifeless body. It was silent for a moment before Nala Se looked over to you, shaking her head in disbelief. You were in big trouble.

“Miss Renna,” the long-neck approached slowly, closing the gap between where you were hunched forward over the counter resting on your elbows and where she was covering Tup’s body with a sheet. “I can not condone this type of behavior from an intern. I have no choice but to reassign you to your previous duties in the archives indefinitely.” You were not at all surprised. You nodded slowly, still not looking up at her. You felt numb. Only three days into real field experience, and you fucked up royally. You didn’t need to help Fives, resulting you in ending up in whatever this is. It was interesting that you weren’t dismissed like you’d assume you would be – just reassigned. The thing with Dr. Nala Se acting weird when Tup’s tumor came into play still was on the front of your mind; perhaps you would be able to look into these matters during your long, boring hours in the archives.

Finally looking up at Nala Se, “What… what is going to happen to my patient?” The words nearly came out choked as you tried to hide your worry for Fives. You needed to keep up the front – the professionality of it – so no suspicion would arise. She was scrolling through a datapad, clutching the tumor in her three fingers. The tumor. You tried to study it from afar - what it looked like, the coloring, how the cells neighbored inside it. It looked... dead. Depleted. You snapped your eyes away and over at the dead trooper, whose body was now completely covered by a thin sheet, when Nala Se spoke again.

“Do not worry about ARC-5555. It will be taken care of, so we can put this matter behind us. Just be thankful I didn’t dismiss you, Miss Renna. You are too valuable to replace with some other eager intern.”

Valuable? ‘It’? Taken care of?

“I am thankful, Doctor. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” You were motioned to exit the room; as you walked by Nala Se, you caught one last glance at the tumor, attempting to burn the image of it in your brain and commit it to memory. There was something about the tumor – something that prompted strange behavior from the Kaminoans – and you needed to figure out what that something was.

***

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Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch.10

Chapter 10!!! Oh wow, we’re here! I was excited about this chapter, as I am with the next one! I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think of the series this far! I only have a few chapters left in my head to write for it, so we are getting closer to the end!

I hope you are all healthy and safe, and Happy Holidays!!! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in the series! Enjoy!

Cutting Edge Master List

Returning to Denver after Christmas, you spent most of your time at the rink after practice working on polishing your own skating again. You had been informed that all skating coaches would be performing at the upcoming NHL All-Stars weekend, and every figure skater had been sent music to choreograph a routine to. Luckily for you, choreography was one of your strong points. You had always loved putting your own routines together, and this was no exception. You had been sent the song CHAMPION by Bishop Briggs and though you loved the song, you knew your routine had to be flawless to skate to it. You were the reigning Olympic champion after all. Nate would stay most of the time with you, trying his best to be helpful and give you his opinion when you asked for it. He admittedly did not know much about figure skating though and usually just told you everything looked great, even when you knew it probably wasn’t. You appreciated his support though none the less.

Two weeks before the All-Star break was set, you found yourself traveling to Dallas as the boys had a game against the Stars. Along with the Stars came the one figure skater you could live without ever dealing with again, Ashley Wagner. Beside Nate, no one knew the animosity that was between the two of you, and you were hoping to keep it that way. You didn’t need to worry the team with a petty feud between two rival figure skaters.

You were staring out the window of the plane when you felt someone sit down next to you. Turning, you saw Nate settling into the seat as he gave you a questioning look. “You okay?” he asked. He knew you weren’t looking forward seeing Ashley, and was not sure what this new environment would bring out. You smiled and nodded, opening your book again to distract you.

Nate was worried about you. He had been watching you stress yourself out over putting together a perfect routine for the All-Stars, not to mention helping Jeremy put his together over multiple facetimes. Apparently, you were the one to come to with routine questions. He thought it was amazing, how you could take a song and within two days have a mostly completed routine laid out, he would never be that creative. But between coaching, working on your skating, and running to dress fittings at a shop you found in Denver, he had never seen you look so worn out. Nate was worried that if Ashley pushed a button correctly, you would snap. Your smile may be able to fool everyone else, but Nate had been paying attention over the two months you had been together and was starting to be able to read you like a book. Though it was comforting to you that he knew how you were feeling without even saying it; it also put you on edge. You were used to concealing your feelings behind a smile, and with Nate you couldn’t anymore.

The team landed in Dallas the evening before their game, and you enjoyed dinner with them before heading to your hotel room. You were just crawling into bed with the cooking channel on when there was a knock at your door. Opening it, Nate stepped in quickly and shut the door behind him. “What are you doing here?” you asked. When you traveled, the two of you didn’t spend time in each other’s rooms unless someone else was around to prevent any suspicion.

“No one saw me, we’re fine,” he said, placing a soft kiss on you lips. He grabbed your hand and pulled you over to the bed, getting in on his side as you did the same. “I won’t stay long,” he said gently as you rested your head on his chest. His arm that was around you started drawing absent minded figures on your waist underneath your shirt, as his other hand held yours. “I’ll leave early before anyone should be up,” he said into your hair as you both drifted off.

Around 5am, you heard Nate’s alarm go off and felt him get out of bed. He chuckled as you mumbled incoherently and deftly reached for him. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your forehead. You sleepily watched him walk to the door and peak his head out, giggling at his large figure trying to be sneaky as he made his way out.

~ ~ ~

This was not happening. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Who does interviews before anything happens! You absentmindedly grabbed the figure skate charm on your necklace and bit your lip. You had just been told that you would be doing a pre-game interview. That wasn’t what was bothering you though. What was bothering you was that you would be doing the interview with Ashley. You knew someone had happened across your not so friendly history and planned this because you have never done an interview with any of the other skating coaches.

You were ushered to the area and sat down in front of a microphone when you were announced. Ashley walked in after, smiling brightly at you. You returned it, quickly snapping into performance mode. At first the questions were fine; how did you like being with your team, how were things going, did you miss skating yourself. Then the question came of how do you think your team will do in the game tonight. Ashley, being asked first, put on a brilliant smile that made you want to role your eyes. God she was so fake. “I think we’ll do great! I know how Y/N skates and I have prepared them for it. The Stars are a great team so we shouldn’t have a problem.” You kept your smile light, trying your best not to roll your eyes at her. The same question was then directed to you.

“I believe that the team is prepared. Similar to what Ashley said, I know how she skates and it should be a good game,” you answered. You heard Ashley snicker quietly and you had to bite your tongue. This was not the time or place to lose your temper on her. After a few more questions, you were asked to take a picture together. You had been fiddling with your necklace and didn’t pay any attention to it until you realized Ashley was looking at it.

“That’s new. Why is there a 29 on it?” she asked. You froze, but quickly recovered and turned the charm back around.

“It’s the maker of the charm,” you tried to shrug off. As you walked out of the room of the interview, Ashley followed.

“I’ve never heard of them. Where can I order one?” she pestered.

“It’s this little boutique in Denver. They don’t have a website,” you said off the top of your head.

“Well that’s too bad. Maybe you can take me to this 29 store the next time we’re in Denver?”

“Of course.” You both faked a smile at each other as you got to the hallway leading to the locker rooms. Unfortunately for you, Nate had stepped outside to see where you were. The team had seen the interview and you were taking a little long to get back. He volunteered to make sure you weren’t lost. Ashley didn’t miss him.

“What a coincidence, 29 looks like he’s looking for you,” she smirked, leaving for the Stars locker room. You walked over to Nate and started to push him back into the locker room. To say he was slightly confused was an understatement.

It was late in the third period, the score tied 1-1. The game had been highly physical, and you couldn’t help but be on edge. You were standing on the bench when the final buzzard went off, and the game was pushed into overtime. The game became even more physical if that was even possible, and you jumped as Perry checked Cale into the boards in front of you. A time out was called by the Stars, and you glanced briefly over to their bench. As you did, you saw Ashley say something to Jamie Benn, and he smirked looking your way. You saw him then eye Nate, and you had a bad feeling about it. Watching as Benn skated over to Nate, you could tell he was saying something. Nate tried his best to ignore the left winger, and you wish you could hear what was being said. The puck dropped, and as quickly as it hit the ice, gloves were also falling. You watched as Nate and Benn went at it, wanting to hide behind your hands but also not being able to look away. Without notice, you grabbed onto Tyson’s arm as he was the player you were standing behind. The bench was yelling, the crowd was cheering, and you didn’t know what to do. Watching hockey fights on tv or from the stands was one thing; but watching from the bench as the player you were dating was duking it out with another had you frozen in place.

To your relief, you saw Benn hit the ice with Nate on top and the refs scrambled to separate them. What you weren’t prepared for though was seeing Nate with a cut at his eyebrow, blood gushing from it. You unintentionally squeezed Tyson’s arm, and he turned back to you. “He’s fine Y/N,” he spoke lightly, patting your hand with his glove. Looking at him, you nodded and tried to compose yourself. Your first instinct was to run to Nate and see if he was alright, but you knew you couldn’t do that. All you could do was watch as he was escorted off the ice, his penalty longer than the amount of time left in the game. Benn had a bloody nose, and what looked like a busted lip, but that didn’t stop him from smirking over at you. You watched as Ashley tried to hide a laugh, and you were thankful that the game was about to resume or else you may have yelled something you shouldn’t. Unfortunately, a man down with Nate off the ice, the Stars scored first, effectively winning the game.

You were waiting outside the medical room wanting to see Nate as the Avs started to spill out of the locker room and head for the bus. You were in your own head, blaming yourself for the loss when you heard someone walk up to you. Looking up, you saw Tyson with a concerned look on his face. “You know he’s fine right? They probably just have to stitch up his eyebrow if anything,” he said, trying to judge your reaction.

“I feel like it’s my fault,” you whispered, tears starting to blur your vison.

“What do you mean? None of this is your fault Coach,” Tyson responded, confused as to why you were blaming yourself.

“I think he got in the fight because of me; because stupid Ashley can’t keep her mouth shut. And then we lost because we were a man down and it’s all my fault,” you swiped at a pesky tear that had fallen. Tyson wasn’t sure what to do, not entirely understanding why you were taking the loss so personally. They had lost a few times before and he didn’t think you had been this effected by it.

“You’re losing me. Why would Nate’s fight be your fault?” As Tyson finished his question, you grabbed the charm on your necklace and flipped it over to show him. You saw the moment his confusion turned into realization at what the ‘29’ was referring to. “Wait you and Mac?” he whispered, eyes wide and smile threatening to show. You nodded. “I knew it! Since when?”

“Since the home opener. But we’re keeping it quiet so you need to calm down right now!”

“Does anyone else know?” he asked, trying and failing to compose his face.

“Only Gabe and Andre on the team. Mel knows, and my best friend Jeremy knows, plus our parents but that’s it.” You said, then remembered why you were having this conversation to begin with. “But now I think Ashley knows, at least she guessed when she saw my necklace which is why this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have been playing with it which drew her attention to it and it landed on the wrong side.” You wiped angrily at another tear that fell, annoyed. You had always been a crier when you were mad though; it was how you dealt best with the emotion. Tyson went to comfort you as the door behind him opened. You looked around him and saw Nate, with the outlines of an apparent black eye and medical tape over fresh stitches over his right eye on his eyebrow ridge. You rushed around Tyson and wrapped your arms around Nate’s sternum, hugging him not caring that he hadn’t showered yet. He held you with one arm, his stuff in the other as he looked at Tyson who was smiling like an idiot.

“See you two lovebirds on the bus,” the younger man saluted and walked off. Nate stared after him confused for a second, but then seeing no one was around he bent down and planted a kiss on top of your head. You separated from him, looking up into his blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry if this is because of me,” you whispered, not bothering to stop another tear that had fallen.

“It’s fine baby. Does Josty know about us?” Nate asked, wiping a tear with the pad of his thumb. It was a risk, being this close in public. But he hadn’t seen you cry before, and he wanted to be near you after what Benn had said on the ice. You nodded and grabbed his hand, noticing he had also split one of his knuckles.

“I was freaking out because Ashley saw the 29 on my necklace and I think she figured it out and said something to Benn. I feel like it’s my fault we lost and I ended up telling Tyson.” You were looking down at your hands, then looked back up to him, your heart clenching at how concerned he looked when it should have been the other way around. “Why did you get in the fight?” you asked softly.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not your fault though. We’re a team Y/N, all of us. I screwed up and let what Benn said get to me. If it is anyone’s fault we lost, it’s mine,” Nate shook his head as you opened your mouth to protest. He really did not want to tell you what Benn had said as it had all been in regards to you. He had been vulgar, and Nate snapped. Giving your hand a slight squeeze, he continued. “I’m going to go change. Why don’t you get to the bus and I’ll see you in a bit okay?” You nodded, and Nate watched as you walked away. Though he was upset with himself for getting in a fight and subsequently losing the game, he would do it again for you in a heartbeat. And as you walked away from him toward the bus, he realized for the first time that he would do anything for you, and you were taking his heart with you piece by piece.

An hour later found you sitting against your headboard, giggling at Andre’s reaction to the Hallmark movie you had playing. He had complained about it at first, but your room your rules. He had surprisingly gotten into the plot, and was yelling at the man who mistakenly thought the main character was with someone else when he wanted to confess his feelings for her. After Chip Gate (what you loving dubbed Tyson and Cale’s chip debate after the first game), your room had become the place the team drifted to. Whether it was to conceal junk food that they shouldn’t be eating, an ear to listen to girl problems, or a comforting environment in terms of a loss on the road, you became the team’s go to person. Not to mention you had motherly tendencies and didn’t mind being there and fussing over everyone. It made you feel even more accepted as part of the team. This is why at the moment Andre was sitting on the floor leaning against the bed, Tyson had taken his usual spot laying across the foot of the bed, and Cale was sitting in the desk chair.

Before you could tell Andre to be quiet so you could hear what was being said, there was a knock at your door. Tyson got up and answered, Nate walking into the room behind him. His eye was swollen and bruising, but he seemed more relaxed as he walked over to the side of the bed and sat next to you. He put his arm around you, pulling you into his side and placing a kiss on your head. “Did I miss something?” you heard Cale speak up and you looked at Nate with wide eyes and a slight giggle.

“Dammit,” Nate mumbled. He forgot Cale didn’t know. This was the first time he thought he could be open with you, forgetting the young defenseman was still in the dark about your relationship.

“Coach and Nate are dating. Now shut up so we can see the guy stop being an idiot.” Tyson responded. “Also Coach, I hate you for making me so interested in this movie,” he complained over his shoulder.

“You know you love it,” you teased, snuggling into Nate’s side. Cale kept going between staring at you and Nate, then the tv, unsure of when this happened and how others knew. Luckily for him, the movie ended 20 minutes later and he started asking questions. You told him how you got together and asked him not say anything because you were keeping it quiet.

“Of course, but why do they know?” he asked.

“I was on the phone with Burky and Y/N sneezed in the background, and Josty just found out today because…why again?” Nate asked you.

“I was freaking out about you getting into a fight,” you answered.

“Does anyone else on the team know?” Cale questioned.

“Gabe, but that’s it. So you are now sworn to secrecy,” you said looking over at him. Cale nodded, and then turned back to the tv. After another hour the three of them left for their own rooms, leaving you and Nate alone. You turned the tv off and turned off all the lights beside one on the bedside table. Nate took his shirt off and climbed under the covers with you, the both of you on your sides facing each other. You ran your fingers gently over his swollen eye. “Do you want me to get you some ice for this, or anything?” you asked. Nate shook his head.

“No, I just want to lay here with you,” Nate grabbed your hand in his and kissed your knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, still feeling guilty over his fight, the team’s loss. Nate placed his arm over your waist and pulled you closer to him.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were right, Ashley probably did figure it out. But I would fight anyone for you,” Nate said honestly, moving strands of hair out of your face.

“What did he say?” you asked. Nate shook his head again.

“He was being inappropriate to you. That’s why I took care of it,” he stated, and you didn’t ask any further questions. Nate was glad because he did not want to repeat the vulgar things Benn had said to him. He wishes he would have hit him a few more times just thinking about it. Nate was brought out of his thought by a soft giggle.

“You defended my honor?” you teased him. Nate chuckled and rolled his eyes at you. “My hero,” you whispered, pressing your lips to his. Nate returned your kiss, maneuvering himself so your back was flat on the bed with him hovering over you. The kiss became heated as Nate slipped one of his hands under your shirt.

“Any day,” he whispered before kissing your neck. After what became a heated make out session, you were laying with your back pressed into Nate’s chest, holding his hand that was slipped under your head as his other rested on your stomach, holding you close to him. And though you never wanted to be someone’s damsel in distress, with how protected you felt in Nate’s arms, he could defend you anytime.

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sh, LUCIANA AGUILAR is hanging around APEX listening to TELEPATIA by KALI UCHIS again. the BARTENDER is avoided for acting CUTTHROAT and GLIB, but also being quite ALLURING and POISED tends to draw people towards them. they could be described by LUSH LIPS GLOSSED RED WITH THE BLOOD OF YOUR ENEMIES, A PRACTICED SMILE PAIRED WITH SOUL PIERCING EYES. fitting for a 34 / 671 year old VAMPIRE, don’t you think ? between you and i, rumor has it that SHE’S KNOWN TO USE GLAMOUR ON UNSUSPECTING HUMANOID SPECIES TO GET WHAT SHE WANTS.

➣ CONNECTIONS , PINTEREST , PLAYLIST , WANTED

GENERAL

FULL NAME. luciana imelda marisol aguilar.

NICKNAMES. luci.

AGE & BIRTHDATE. appears 34, actually 671 ; unknown birthdate.

GENDER & PRONOUNS. cis woman ; she / her.

ORIENTATION. pansexual.

MARITAL STATUS. widowed.

RELIGION. book of the vampyr.

OCCUPATION. bartender at apex.

PHYSICAL

HAIR COLOUR. raven-hued brown.

EYE COLOUR. dark hazel.

BUILD. slim.

MARKS. none.

TATTOOS. a few minimalist tats on her fingers, just because she likes the look.

PIERCINGS. lobes.

HEIGHT. 5′6".

PERSONALITY

ZODIAC. unknown.

ALIGNMENT. neutral evil.

HOGWARTS. slytherin.

TROPE. the vamp, bad samaritan.

POSITIVE TRAITS. alluring, eloquent, intuitive, observant, poised, pragmatic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS. calculating, censorious, cutthroat, formidable, glib, inquisitive.

HOBBIES. bartending at apex, eavesdropping on every other species, moonlit walks around town.

BACKGROUND

PLACE OF BIRTH. somewhere in afro-eurasia.

CURRENT RESIDENCE. hell’s kitchen, louisiana.

NATIONALITY. european.

ETHNICITY. half filipino, half white.

PARENTS. long deceased.

SIBLINGS. none.

MAKER. tba.

CHILDREN. one, tba.

LANGUAGES. english, russian, spanish.

QUICK HISTORY

HUMANITY. she was born in the 1300s, raised within a royal family thanks to her parents being trusted workers to said family, which eventually earned her the lady-in-waiting title to her childhood friend. of course, during the mid 1300s, a bubonic plague pandemic ( aka the black death / plague ) mercilessly swept over their populace, wiping out at least 75 million people. this included her family as well as the royal family. whether it be a stroke of luck or curse, or both, luciana was given the option of suffering the same fate as her dearly beloved family and friends, or being turned immortal, which would effectively immunize her from any and all human disease. the stranger who offered a chance to escape was unlike anyone she’d seen before, and yet she felt completely at ease in their presence; she eagerly awaited a life free from the fear of death. if she’d known how bitter and detached she’d turn in the years to come, luci might have chosen death instead.

REBORN. the hunger she felt in the beginning was insatiable and almost unbearable. she was horrified by her own yearning for human blood and how natural it felt to drain a victim dry; she felt like a monster. she was a monster. as repulsed as she was initially, luciana was quick to adapt, understanding her only means of survival and adopting the new lifestyle that came with this apparent immortality. life could be incredibly lonely at times, when she had no one but her maker to turn to, but as the centuries passed, she met a variety of people, fellow vampires, and other ... things. she even had a mate, someone she thought she could spend the remainder of eternity with, but they were captured by an unknown group and put to death by being exposed to the sun and then finalized with a stake to the heart. another devastating loss, but she moved on, and through her own experiences and tales told from companions met along the way, luciana was thoroughly educated on the handful of supernatural species walking among them. some friendly, and some obviously not.

EXISTING. learning the ropes and knowing her place on the food chain molded our darling luci into the personable terror she is today. as a bartender at apex, she has eyes on whoever enters, whether they approach her bar or not, and her enhanced hearing allows her to gather information that otherwise might be overlooked. her inviting smile, though perfected over the years, is empty behind her eyes. she’s sneaky, conniving, and an all around coldhearted being; she’ll do whatever it takes to get what she wants. but that’s not to say she doesn’t respect and follow the law of vampires. mainly out of internal fear of the punishments to follow if caught breaking any laws, but still - she behaves on a needed basis.

CONNECTION IDEAS

HER MAKER. would need to be 671+ of course, but if there’s any takers, feel free to hmu!!

HER KIDDO. ok so basically out of a moment of weakness, she actually felt sorry for someone and turned them. maybe she witnessed them get attacked by something (someone) she dislikes, so figured it would be like a kick in the face to have them as her little attack dog or something sdhgasdf anyways!! now she hates herself for it bc she doesn’t wanna be responsible for someone else lmao.

“NEST” MATES. 2 - 3 other vampires she lives with. they’ve all got their own unique ... quirks sdfhjkdg and they prob share humans / faeries to feed off of bc sharing is caring!! she most likely met them elsewhere and they all traveled to hell’s kitchen together to call their home. for now.

BLOODBAG. somebody who lets her feed off of them from time to time, either out of the goodness of their heart or bc she used glamour on them and forced them to feel chill with it (yikes). preferably human??

NO STRINGS ATTACHED. no expectations, just something fun to help both parties blow off some steam when needed. whether they also have some type of friendship (or maybe enemies to make it spicy) or keep it strictly business can be discussed.

LIFELONG ENEMIES. being(s) she’s had scuffles with in the past (and/or present). they can be civil about it and just stay the hell away from each other at all costs, or they can be dramatic about it and actively seek the other out to throw down or just exchange petty words. maybe even the group who murdered her former mate??

ANYTHING. again, i’m super open to just about anything, so if there’s an idea or certain connection you have in mind, please hit me with it!

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casputin · 2 years

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I posted 10,570 times in 2021

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[Image ID: Picture One is a photo of an antique chair circa 15th Century. There is a sign upon the chair. For some reason there's also a dried thistle on the chair. This is not to prevent sitters as they were all over the building including on bookcases and tables. Picture Two us a close up of this sign which reads: 'Everyone who ever sat on this chair is now dead. Play it safe and remain standing.' End Image ID.]

10 notes • Posted 2021-08-20 15:54:23 GMT

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to get to know better.

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Last Movie: The Cat and the Canary, 1979, a murder mystery with elements of black comedy. A slow start but it gets better. The most recently released film I've seen is Uncle Frank which is a beautiful movie on Amazon Prime about a college student who discovers her uncle is gay and they road trip with his long term partner to return to her grandfather's (his father's) funeral. Funny and touching.

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Ok, so I was looking up Cillit Bang ads for @exterminate-ak and now I've wormholed.

Here's the original:

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Then instantly they upped the shouting and misogyny:

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By number four he had firmly entered self parody.

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19 notes • Posted 2021-06-26 10:47:59 GMT

Just in case this convinces someone to watch We Are Lady Parts (which is fantastic and everyone should watch)

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Cute Frog Maker!

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Hello. Can I just go off-list and prompt you to write what's essentially a session of dry-humping to completion before even making it to bed 👀 because Poe was on a mission and Reader didn't see him for a long time ? (I'm bad 👀 but I love you 😂)

How dare you make me thirsty for my man Poe? Ugh I need it 😤 (18+ pls and thanks!)

»»————-　♡　————-««

It had been 32 days since Poe had left. 32 days since you'd last gotten to kiss him. 32 days since you'd last been wrapped up in his arms. 32 days since you'd heard his voice.

But now, a long, grueling 32 days later he would finally be coming home. Leia had gotten word to you the night before, as soon as she had received the news from Poe and Finn. While no one technically knew you were dating, everyone knew. Especially Leia...good luck trying to get anything past her.

"Captain," she knocked on your doorway to your office space, a knowing little smile on her face as she watched you working away. Immediately dropping everything, you turned to her with nervous anticipation fluttering through your veins.

"General," you gave her a smile and a slight nod of your head. No matter how long you'd worked with her, or how well you knew her, the powerhouse of a woman managed to make you nervous. It was just something about her...

"I've just received some news that I think you might be interested in," you tried not to appear too eager. Giving her a small smile, you grabbed your data pad and got ready to take notes, "I don't think that's necessary."

"Oh?"

"Commander Dameron will be back tomorrow," there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, "he's expected back in the evening."

"That's..." you tried your best to hide your excitement as your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, "that's great news indeed, General. I'm sure everyone will be ecstatic to have them back."

"Hmmm," she commented, giving you a last little smile, "you have the evening off tomorrow."

"General, I-"

»»————-　♡　————-««

As soon as you'd finished your lunch, you gone down to the hangar, probably over eager and too obvious, but you were buzzing with excitement. Every fiber of your being was being filled with nervous anticipation.

You didn't normally have any work to do in the hangar, so you found little menial tasks to do, pretending that for some reason your help was needed for once. You weren't fooling a single person. The curious little looks and questions that everyone was hounding you with were evidence enough of that.

Opting for vague answers and trying to remain quiet proved to be your best weapon. You ended up getting so absorbed in helping one of the base’s many droids clean and polish an array of blasters, that you kind of tuned the rest of the world out. You were so wrapped up in conversation with the warm and chatty repurposed Imperial droid that you didn't even notice the commotion that was created when the heroes of the hour returned.

It wasn’t until you felt some a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You immediately tensed, ready to fight for your life if you needed to, but the familiar smell that invaded your senses put you at ease before his rich, warm timbre whispered softly in your ear, "hi, sweetheart."

“Poe,” his name escaped your lips before you could even think about it and he was quick to start peppering kisses along your cheek jaw. Normally they were sweet and quick but these....were different. They lingered, they were filled were more hunger and urgency than they normally were. But you quickly snapped back to your senses, “hey, stop, not right here! Everyone can see, you fool!”

“I don’t care,” he insisted, closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of you being back in his arms. He sighed contently as he pressed a final kiss to the crown of your head, “let them see. What are they going to do about it?”

“Everyone already knows,” the droid that you been working, and completely forgotten about in your excitement, looking between the two of you and shook her head, “you aren’t the best secret keepers.”

“See,” Poe’s voice was like thick, warm honey in your ears, “everyone already knows. We don’t have to hide from them.”

“That may be so,” you insisted, turning around to face him. You couldn’t contain the smile that spread across your face at the sight; he looked tired, worn out, but he still wore that goofy grin that you had fallen in love with. You put your hands on either side of his face, savoring how soft his olive skin felt under yours. Unable to stop yourself, you gave his full lips a quick kiss, “but I’d prefer to be with you in private...”

Poe didn't need much more convincing than that. He let go out of you, but not before taking a moment to gently touch your face, and giving you a soft smile. Sure, the base was his home, but it was never truly his home until he was with you.

"Let's go then, sweetheart," he agreed softly, taking your hand and starting to lead you away. He waved at a few people that called his name as he walked by, but for the most part his gaze was focused on you, "maker, I've missed you."

"What? Finn wasn’t as good at keeping you warm at night?" you couldn't help but tease him. He loved his best friend dearly, but no, he definitely didn't hold a candle to you.

"It’s just not the same for some reason,” he joked, “he doesn’t like being the little spoon. It’s such a shame, his skin is almost as soft as yours.”

“Poe Dameron,” you giggled at him, just ignoring the two of them bickering like children. They were almost too much at times, and it often felt like you were their mother, trying to get them to settle their little disagreements, “you be nice to Finn!”

“I am,” he promised, holding up his hands as a gesture of surrender, “but...it’s fun to play around with him...again, not quite as much fun as playing with you...”

“You’re the worst,” you bit the inside of your cheek as he opened the door to his room. When he had left, Poe had insisted that you could stay in his quarters and use his bed. At first you had been reluctant, not because of Poe of course, but because you didn’t want anyone to see you going into his space and thinking that you were either being sneaky, or finding out about you as a couple.

But after the first week apart, you had missed him more than anything, and all of his tshirts that you’d stolen had lost their smell. You’d slept in his bed that night and almost every night after that, wearing his clothes to bed and hugging his pillow. It was never the same, but it was enough for now. Enough to tide you over until your lover was back in the flesh.

“You’ve been in here,” he commented, a big grin stretching across his features as you nodded and he closed the door, making sure it was tightly sealed. It would have been obvious to anyone; you’d tidied up the space and made sure everything was clean for his return, including making sure all of his clothes that you had borrowed were washed and his sheets were fresh.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you admitted, an almost shy tone creeping into your voice, “it wasn’t the same without you...so I came in here. It smelled like you in here, it made me feel better. It made sleeping alone easier.”

He gave you a look, a mixture of intense longing and pure adoration before grabbing your face gently between his hands and crashing his lips onto yours. You were surprised, but it took only a moment to respond before you returned his kiss, snaking your arms his neck as he pinned you again the door. It was urgent and feverish, and after not having seen each other for a month, much needed.

Poe’s hands started to wander under your shirt and slowly pushed it up, his hands warm on your skin, causing you to feel like you were burning up. You parted from him for just a moment to let him pull of your shirt and undergarments, the metal of the wall a cool contrast to the fire that was burning deep within you.

“Poe,” you murmured against his lips as his large hands found your breasts and he started kissing along your jaw and neck. Normally you’d chastise him for being so rough and careless, not wanting any left over marks littering your skin. But you were so beyond caring at this point, you wanted him, and you wanted the world to know you were his.

He practically moaned against your skin as your hands moved to his waist and you pulled him close, his hips against yours. You could feel how hard his already was, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled back from you and quickly stripped off his own shirt, only his prized necklace remained as he held you against him, his lips finding solace against your own. You wrapped your hands up his dark curls, relishing in the feel of his bare chest against yours.

He slowed and kissed you lips a few more times, closing his eyes as rested his forehead against yours, “maker, I’ve missed you. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you couldn’t help yourself, but you jumped into his arms, surprising him ever so slightly, and he staggered back a few steps, until he almost tripped over the bed. You both broke into a fit of giggles as he sank to the floor, his legs like jelly. He didn’t even bother to try and get up again, way too lost in your touch, in your kisses - you.

You pushed him back so he was lying on the floor and straddled his waist, sighing contently as you studied his skin. You fingers traced soft, endless shapes all over his tan skins, lending a few extra, gentle touches to the small scars that littered his chest. Spying a new one near his shoulder, you let your fingers linger on it before leaning down and placing a light kiss to it.

“It’s new,” you said said as you laid flush against him, his arms immediately coming to hold you like a vice grip, “Poe...”

“I know, honey,” he reached up and put a few fingers under your chin, turning your face towards him, “I’ll be more careful.”

“You’re reckless,” you placed a few kisses on his skin, pausing to nip at the juncture of neck and shoulder, earning a low moans from him. You couldn’t help yourself as you subconsciously ground against him, the familiar warmth lightly pooling in your belly. You had missed him in so many ways, and not having him touch you for a month was starting to do you in. You, naturally, had attempted to alleviate your own desires, but it was never the same without Poe.

“I know,” his voice was low and deep in his throat as he felt you fully against his body, “but that’s why you love me.”

“One of the many reasons,” you became breathless as he bucked his hips ever so slightly to meet yours. Normally you stop, taking the time to do this properly, taking the time to savor every bit of him but right now....you just needed to feel him against, you were desperate for release. His hands found purchase on your hips as he silently encouraged you to grind against him, “kriff. I’ve missed you. Missed this.”

“I know,” he agreed, his voice choked and stunted as he did his best to hold on as he watched you grind against him, “honey.”

“Shh,” you murmured against his lips. You were more like desperate, hungry teenagers, but at this point, you just didn’t care. Poe knew what you were alluding to as his hands ghosting over your back, holding you, trying to remember every bit of your skin. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, uncoordinated, sloppy, but filled with passionate desire.

If someone had told you that you’d spend this evening on the floor, dry humping your boyfriend that you hadn’t seen in a month, you would have laughed. Surely you’d never be that desperate...but here you were. Frantically grinding against Poe, trying to reach your high.

“Poe,” you whined into his mouth as you felt your vision getting fuzzier and that familiar coil starting in the bottom of your belly. It had been minimal effort, but you were so close already, and if you weren’t wearing pants or panties, he would have seen just how wet you were, “’m not gonna last.”

“I know,” it was a faint, hoarse whisper as he massaged your breasts, alternating between using his hands and his mouth. With a particularly enthusiastic rock of your hips, you felt his cock start to twitch, and you knew he was just as close as you were.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” you teased as his hips your and you faced him. His smile was lazy and his eyes have closed as he nodded, beyond caring how silly this seemed. He was just glad, beyond happy to be back home and safe in your arms.

“Maker,” he sighed softly as you allowed yourself to come completely undone, finding that high you’d craved, burying your face in his chest as you rode your high, mewling and whimpering against him. His name spilled off your lips so delicately, so quietly, like a prayer only meant for him.

It was enough to get him exactly what he needed and he peppered kisses into your hair as he too reached his high. You stayed like that for some time, catching your breath, feeling him underneath you, and holding him. You never understood how it was possible to be so in love with someone, but here you were; absolutely enamored with one Poe Dameron.

He held you close, keeping you against his chest as he closed his eyes, whispering tons of sweet little nothings into your ear. You both ended up falling asleep like that, nothing bothering to get up and get into bed; not until Poe woke up much later and gently picked you up and laid you to rest in his large bed. If it had been up to you, you would have stayed like that forever.

You’d stirred from your slumber as he placed under the covers, but pretended to be asleep, letting him tuck you in and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I know you’re awake,” he teased as you smiled but burrowed your face underneath the blankets. He laughed warmly before heading to the fresher, giving you one last look, “I still love you though.”

“I know,” you whispered out from beneath your cocoon of warmth, “I love you too, Fly Boy. Now hurry up so you can come to bed.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #reader insert #star wars #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years

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Robes

Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: insinuations to smut

Author’s Note: After realizing I hadn’t written for Obi-Wan yet I was appalled. Appalled I tell you. So I cranked this one out because y’all need to know my love for Ewan transcends Doctor Sleep. He is my ICON. I AM READY FOR THE TV SHOW! (I got disney plus for the star wars stuff I will admit) Also he already looks amazing in birds of prey. I am gonna die omg I hope you guys like this.

Summary: The reader and Obi-Wan have been together as long as either of them could remember. They were bound to forget to lock the door at some point.

Genre: fLUFF

(not my gif)

You fidgeted on your feet, your jedi robes flowing by your side. You were staring at Anakin, watching him work with his master, Obi-Wan on his lightsaber techniques. It wasn’t the first time you had watched the two of them work together. You often had your young padawan spar Anakin at a test of the two of their skills when you and Obi-Wan were tired.

You had been close friends since your own padawan years. You were both training to be Jedi at the same time, a wish the two of you fulfilled. Obi-Wan moved aside as Anakin fell to the ground.

“Can you tell me what you did?” he asked, looking down at his padawan. Anakin rolled his eyes, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I was to rash,” he muttered. Obi-Wan nodded, throwing his stick that they were practicing with. You laughed and walked down the few stairs that were between you and the two men. Your lightsaber was hanging on your side, ever present.

“Perhaps you should finish up for the day,” you suggested, diverting attention to Padme who was speaking with someone in the doorway. Her focus seemed more on Anakin than the person she was speaking to. Obi-Wan gave you a slight look but you shrugged.

As Jedi none of you were allowed to have attachments to anyone. It was one of the most enforced rules. Still, you saw the way Anakin was looking at the woman in the doorway. You stopped beside Obi-Wan, looking at his padawan.

“Y/N you shouldn’t encourage this,” he muttered. You shrugged and gave him a sneaky smile. With a look of approval, Anakin was gone, walking beside Padme somewhere secret.

“You haven’t said anything about it to the council either Obi,” you pointed out. He turned to the large glass wall of the room and sighed.

You and Obi-Wan had been in love since before you were ever Jedi. You had been told to follow the direct orders and told you were never able to fall in love. You weren’t a stickler for rules but your friend always had been. It was the one rule he had ever broken and he did it for you. You were still able to keep it under wraps, even all these years later. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t cause a toll on your relationship at the beginning, always hiding behind closed doors to see each other.

Now it was pretty much second nature.

“I thought if I told the council about them it would somehow find its way back to us,” he stated. You shrugged, walking forward to stand beside him. There was a foot of space between the two of you.

“That's why I haven’t said anything either. I did warn Padme about it though. She was amazed I even knew,” you said with a laugh. He chuckled, leaning against the wall to look at you.

“Yes well, they’re doing exactly what we used to. Just badly,” he joked. You nodded and looked back at where they had once stood. It looked like another group was walking in to use the sparing room so you moved forward onto the mat, pulling out your lightsaber. He eyed you suspiciously.

“Shouldn’t you be sparing your padawan?” he asked but took out his lightsaber as well. The room lit up with blue light. The group of children who were learning the ways of the Jedi stopped at the door. Their teacher held them there but they didn’t need to be told. They were mesmerized by your lightsabers. They had seen them before, of course but rarely did they see two experienced Jedi fight one another.

“Safe word?” he asked and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t stab me and we’ll be okay,” you said, twirling the weapon in your hand. He shrugged and circled around the center of the mat, raising his lightsaber to fight.

“That's more than one word but ok-”

He wasn’t able to finish before you had pounced. Your lightsabers clashed many times within the second. Obi-Wan was the first person you had ever had a lightsaber fight with and you had fought many times after that. If you knew anyone better than your own it would be him, in every aspect.

It wasn’t long before he was on the ground, your lightsaber hovering above his chest.

“You’re out of practice,” you muttered, leaning down to help him stand. He jumped up and his face landed just in front of yours. It took a moment to break away but the children clapping behind you did help. A reminder that you weren’t alone.

“Thank you, thank you,” he bowed dramatically and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed his arm and started to drag him out.

“You guys need this space more than me. Have fun,” you said. You put your hand under the chin of one of the little girls and winked, leaning down. “Be smart over there. The boys tend to be a bit cocky with their sticks,” you teased, holding up your lightsaber handle. She giggled and nodded at you as you walked out. You caught up with Obi-Wan with a little jog.

“Cocky with my stick?” he asked. You smiled and sauntered beside him. The two of you said hello to people who passed on your way to his room. It was unspoken where you were going, but you both knew. You practically lived there although if anyone looked around his room they would find no trace of you. Maybe a leftover sock here and there but never anything substantial.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t love,” you said, opening his door. He slipped in beside you and with the click of the shut door his lips were on yours. Every kiss was needy yet slow and savoring. There was always a question of when you were going to kiss next with your relationship.

“Missed you,” he whispered against your lips. You tilted your neck, kissing his jawline and his neck slowly.

“Oh Maker I love you.” His hands brushed your body, moving from your back to your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brought you with him as you stumbled onto his large bed. You laughed as he landed on top of you, legs wrapped around his waist.

There was a sudden movement at the door and you shoved him off you. He fell with a thud on the floor.

“Master I-” Anakin stopped and covered his eyes like a child. You rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the blush that had creeped its way to your cheeks. Obi-Wan stumbled again as he stood up, tripping on your shoe that you had kicked off on the way in.

“Anakin what do you need?” he asked, fixing his hair. Anakin peaked between his fingers and then brought them down upon seeing all way okay.

“I..I just needed permission to go off...are you guys together?” You sighed heavily and looked at Obi-Wan to speak. You stood up and grabbed his robe which was on his chair. He put it on.

“Anakin-”

“I have to tell Padme. She thought you guys were together but I was sure you guys were just close. Man I owe her credits,” he stated. You shook your head.

“Anakin you are the only person out of our whole lives to know. You can’t tell anybody,” you demanded. He thought it over a moment and sighed.

“Fine. But you should probably lock your door,” he said. He was gone, just like that. You turned to Obi-Wan.

“He’s going to tell Padme,” he sighed. You nodded.

“You told me that they were together,” you pointed out. He let out a long sigh and then walked to the door, making a big show out of locking it. You laughed and threw your arms around him again.

“I guess she won’t tell anyone.”

“Probably not,” you concluded. He threw off his robe again.

#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi imagines #star wars imagines #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi imagines

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kpopanimereject · 4 years

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There you were, sitting around the dorm with the dreamies. The guys were doing their own things to prepare for the night, making dinner, cleaning and such. Meanwhile, as they're all busy being productive, there you were on the couch giggling like the giggly baby you were.

Playing on your phone you're watching one of their interviews, the one where Jaemin reveals his unfortunate winking skills. And there you were, rewinding ten seconds to watch it again, and again... And again. Because that's utter bullshit.

The guys too fed up with you, pester what you're going on about. To explain the situation, you pull up the video on the TV so everyone can see it at once, then proceeded to play the video that had your face muscles ache.

Upon seeing the part you laugh at, all the guys except Jaemin start laughing with you, remembering back to when they saw the disaster themselves.

Poor Jaemin, the guys all think, knowing how fat of a crush he has on you. His crush laughing at his lack of smooth flirting skills. So there he is pouting.

"That's such bull though! I know you can do better, Jae!" You exclaim after calming down.

Jaemin looked over confused. Looking up at him, you scroll through your phone loaded with pictures of the very same man that's confused. To prevent him from seeing your darkest secret, you lean away. He was getting impatient and didn't like how sneaky you were, he went to grasp the phone out of your hand. Lucky for you you just found the very gif you were looking for...

(plz don't come for me, I didn't make the gif and found it too long ago to find the maker)

Taken back, Jaemin stares at the photo longer than necessary. You took the opportunity to take the phone out of his hands and show the rest of the guys, before he could swipe through your Jaemin folder...

Jeno, on the other hand, accidentally did so which prompted Renjun, that little devil, to expose your deep secret that is the Jaemin folder... And it's A LOT.

"fuck.." you whispered to yourself. The guys have now scrolled through the long compilation of photos, gifs and videos you have stashed of Jaemin. They smirked and laughed maniacally, and you panicked.

"Looks like you guys have folders of each other. That's cute." Chenle said causally. The innocent statement made both yours and Jaemin's cheeks set a flame.

The guys pass Jaemin the phone while your hands are settled onto your cheeks to cool them down. Nervousness settles into you, and yet your curiosity overtakes you. You want to see how Jaemin reacts. Taking a peak out of the corner of your eye you see the blush on his face has only deepened but now there was an unbreakable smile latched onto his face.

You stare at him now. Feeling your burning eyes on him he looks at you too. He brings back up that cursed gif that caused all of this and brought it up to his face. "Babe, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on me." He says with a smirk. You feel like caving in on yourself. But before you do, Jaemin gives you the hottest wink you've seen, better than anything you've seen in a gif.

Lol, this was prompted after refinding that gif in my Tumblr folder. Haechan is my ult, but istg nothing compares to Jaemin and his smile 😩✊

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Warnings: The drawings are mine (I didn't want anyone to be upset with me using something without permission), fluff... A bit of angst. Sam x Reader You kept sneaking glances at Sam where he was stretched out on the bed. The expression on his face lazy, almost sleepy. He and his brother were your mentors, your friends and maybe one day... Sam would be your lover. The taller brother was cute, kind and so incredibly hard working. This was one of the first times that you could get a clear look at a face of his that wasn't... Concentrated. You'd only known him for a few months and didn't want to push him toward a relationship with just losing Jess. John had taken you under his wing after the case of the Stripper Slaying Spirit. When you'd been a victim, barely saved but showed a drive to learn and desire to hunt he took you under his wing reluctantly. However, at nineteen you were already on the pole. You had dropped out of high school to escape your abusive mother. It was well paying work and you never had to strip completely naked because the bar served alcohol which was good for you. You'd actually met Dean when he was drooling over one of your friends who was quite good at slowly twisting and moving. She was definitely a favorite. Unfortunately, she was murdered and Dean found you behind the strip club smashing anything you could find in rage. With Dean out on a run for food, that left the two of you alone in the motel. You guys had just finished a salt and burn and we're taking the night to recoup. Now, you were drawing Sam from this wonderful angle as he bounced a ball off the wall above you. "(Y/n)?" He calls and you glance up at him. "What made you start hunting?" You pause at that and wince. You had begged your best friend, when he asked to take his brother with you to find John, not to tell his brother your past. You weren't embarrassed but you found that no decent guy your interested in likes to hear 'yeah, I'm a ex-stripper,'. "Uh... John and Dean saved me and this was kind of less demeaning than my old job." You explain with a deep breath and begin to work on shading. "What did you used to do? It can't be that bad," he tells you, frowning. You glance up at him slowly and smirk. Well, it's best to be honest now rather than later. And it seems as if you've been issued a challenge. "I was a stripper," you tell him with a raised eyebrow, expecting his jaw drop. "O-oh. Really?" He asks sitting up some. You wanted to scold him and have him shuffle back to his position. "That's not so bad," he tells you and you feel shock at his acceptance. "What was that like?" "Not so bad. Pay was pretty good, confidence booster, and pole dancing is fun, actually. It's an art. And that's what I wanted to do. Art." Sam smiles. "So, what are you always drawing?" He asks and you freeze, panicking a little. Your sketchbook is filled to the brim with Sam. He had become your muse these last few weeks and now you were obsessed. You would never admit that you'd even stayed up one night to map out his features perfectly on a page. "Different things. Ghosts. That kind of thing." "Can I see?" "When I'm finished." He grins at your sneaky smirk. "Okay, hurry up," he tells you. ..... Many years later... Dean hadn't meant to open your sketchbook... Well. Yes he did. He was a little drunk and you were passed out from your own drinking shanagins. Here in your motel room. He'd kind of wondered about the things you drew. But he picked up the one you'd kept by you at all times. And when he slipped it out from the bottom of your bag, under your unmentionables, he never expected what he saw. "What?" He gasps as he slowly flips through the different angles of his brother. Now he'd known for a while that you'd had the hots for his brother but some of these were from... Hell, 2005? Jesus. With a glance at you, he couldn't wait to play match maker. .... Three weeks, it took him three damn weeks to finally get you away from your sketchbook long enough to show Sam. It was stuck in your hand like glue. Even working a case. It frustrated him to high hell. But he had forced you to wait in the Impala to go to the bathroom after your large morning coffee. Even Sam was complaining about it to Dean. You were practically rolling around in agony from holding it. But you had to go so bad that you just darted out of the car, leaving your bag in the backseat. "Dean! What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam demands from him as his brother whips around and digs through until he can pull out the booklet. "Take a look. I've been telling you for years." He grunts and throws the booklet on Sam's lap. His younger brother flushes at the lace thong caught in the ring of it. He carefully untangles the fabric and sets it behind them, in her bag. "Dean-," he starts hesitantly. "What's she always telling you? That they aren't finished? That it's not good? Open it, Sam." They both glance toward the gas station and then look at the pages on Sam's lap. Sam flips it open and freezes. The numbers, the lines and smudges, they all fit together in a confusing meaning. Only a few pages were left in the book. But the rest were all of Sam. Whether it was his face, his hands, his shape, every thing was undoubtedly him. "Told you she digged you. Now buck up, cowboy. You've got to get the girl." .... Sam and Dean had been acting strange yet again. But it was different than usual. Dean kept ditching you two alone. He would use every excuse to get you to remotely near each other. Now he was pairing you guys up on cases. When you would go to diners, he'd kick his feet up next him so you were forced to sit with Sam instead. Hell, when the motels were fresh out of two doubles, he would kick you out of the room for stupid reasons. Last time it was because 'If you couldn't keep your hair off the wall then you needed to join the other long haired beast'. You hadn't even showered. He was doing the same damn the thing today. Only as you're pushed into the chilly night air in your underwear and an oversized shirt. He threw your bag at you and slammed the door in your face. You wanted kick the door down and charge in there but Sam's voice has you turning. "He kicked you out like that? Are you kidding me?" He growls as he climbs out of the Impala, keys and a coffee in one hand. He's digging a hand into his pocket and cursing as he tries desperately to pull out his room key. "Yeah, sorry, again." "Don't be. Dean's just being a dick." He mutters, glancing over and the way your trying to keep your feet off the freezing ground. He quickly sticks the key in and turns the knob. You smile at him in thanks as he lets you slip in first. The floor is much warmer than the concrete outside and you feel blessed that Sam was just returning. But much to your disappointment, he did that awkward thing where he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Not knowing what to say to you. He'd barely said anything to you. "I'm gonna go research," he finally says and trudges over to the table with his laptop and books. "Want help?" You ask him and he shakes his head at you. "Alright. You want left then?" "Uh. Yeah. Thanks." You truck to the other side of the bed, dropping your bag next to it and shiver. "Fuck you, Dean." You rub your legs together as you pull the blankets back, unaware that Sam is taking a long glance at your bright blue underwear. At least it wasn't lace. He would have been able to handle that. You crawl in and bundle yourself up in the cold sheets. It took thirty seconds of your teeth chattering before Sam was looking to you with a sigh. "I'm sorry." "No, it's fine. I'm just going to shower. I'll be back." He did exactly that. You'd warmed up by then and went on to drawing. He pauses at this. "Can I see what you're drawing?" He asks and you smile at him. Satisfied with the sight of him in low hanging sweats and a few droplets of water from his growing hair. "It's not finished, Sam." "Come on, I've never seen your work. Just one?" He pleads and see the way you shift uncomfortably. Slowly, he makes his way around your side of the bed, standing over where you're clutching it to your chest. "It's not very good." "You've been working on this piece for six years. I think it's perfect." When you shake your head he sighs. Then picks up a leg and drapes it over you. You gasp at the action. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't see this. But he simply sat straddling you. "Okay. (Y/n). Show me and... I'll tell you a secret..." This makes you raise an eyebrow. "What kind of secret?" You scoff at him. "One that I have been keeping from you for a long time. One that you might like to hear." This captured your attention. What did that even mean?" "But... What if I'm embarrassed to show you?" You ask, trying not to focus on the heat he was radiating. "I promise that I won't laugh or be upset or angry. I will only admire." With a deep breath, you slowly pass the book to him. He takes it, aware of what's there. As if he's not really paying attention, he slides off, rolling onto the bed beside you. You watch as he slowly flips through your pages, biting his lip on the way. "Incredible. Why me?" "You're my muse," you admit shyly. He grins and looks at you. "My secret," he says, letting you glance up through your eyelashes. "Is that I love you. And I've known about these for a while. Just ask, and I'll be your model." Shock floods you and you blush deeply as he leans in and gives a lingering kiss to your lips. "Thank you, Sam." You hum softly and tuck yourself in his side. "I love you, too."

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