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jinwoosungs · 6 months

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you don't know my name.

mike schmidt x fem.reader warnings: unedited; completely fluffy and safe; story takes place after the events of the movie.

{ doing more than i've ever done for anyone's attention | take notice of what's in front of you, 'cause did i mention? | you're about to miss a good thing. }

there was a cute guy that caught your eye during your morning shift at sparky's diner.

he seems tired, you mused to yourself while wiping down one of the tables. every so often, your eyes would stray to him, taking in his strands of curly, brown hair and eyes the color of milk coffee. you noticed the way those dark circles remain prominent beneath his eyelids, and how slouched his posture was.

it seemed as though he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, yet somehow, something about him drew you to him. as your perky and all too eager co-worker, ness, was about to speak to the tired young man, you stop him in his tracks. "wait, ness, if it's okay with you...could we...switch duties for a moment?"

"switch? whatever for?" ness asks you, ready to hear your explanation when a sudden, knowing smile graces his features. "ah, i get it. so you've got a crush on mike schmidt?"

"oh, his name's mike- i-i mean! no, don't be silly, ness! i-i do not have a crush on him! it's just-" you trail off while looking at the table where he- where mike was. "he looks tired, like maybe he could use a little pick-me-up, and someone who's willing to listen to him."

ness playfully rolls his eyes at you, but ultimately takes a hold of your rag and proceeds to wipe down the tables, silently jutting his head over towards the table where mike sat. mouthing a quiet thank you to him, you take out your pad and pen and walk over to his table.

"good morning and welcome to sparky's diner! what can i get for you?" your voice was dripping with sincerity and a bit of enthusiasm, waiting for mike to speak. his gaze was faraway, yet when you called out to him was when he finally looked at you. you watch as his gaze meets with your own, feeling your heart jump into the confines of your throat as it began to race. butterflies were felt erupting all across your abdomen, and you realized that he was kind of cute- really cute up close. you saw his mouth move, mouthing something, yet you were so distracted that you had to shake your head and ask him to repeat his order, an admission that made the heat settle against your cheeks as you could feel the blood rushing beneath your skin. "it's okay, i just said a regular coffee with cream and sugar is fine." "r-right, coffee with cream and sugar, got it! can i get you anything else?" feeling playful, you lean down a bit closer to him, whispering almost in hushed tones, "secret between you and me, but our cinnamon rolls are to die for." your words succeed in making mike smile, earning the tiniest chuckle from him as he shakes his head. "i'm sure they are, but maybe next time. i'm good with just some coffee." "comin' right up!" your heart was fluttering within your chest now, and you could not stop the smile that threatened to paint your features. something about mike stood out to you as being lonely, and you wanted to see him smile again. so, you tell the cooks that you could take care of this simple order, making mike's coffee while putting vanilla creamer and some sugar in it. with his cup of coffee set aside, you got a plate and placed a warm cinnamon roll with a light sheen of frosting on it. with his treat in hand, you head over to the table and deliver mike's order. "here you go." mike sees the cinnamon roll and was about to protest. "oh, sorry, but i didn't order-"

"it's on the house." you wink at him, ignoring the slight pounding of your heart before walking away from mike, giving him some space to enjoy his morning treat. as you made your way back to the counter, ness was giving you an almost smug expression. "so...when's the wedding again?"

his teasing question makes you roll your eyes at him, but deep down, it made your heart skip beats in a way that you've never felt before- but you certainly didn't hate this feeling. { ... } mike schmidt became somewhat of a regular after that first morning. despite how tired he seemed, he always made sure to come to the diner around 7am. from the short conversations you had with him, you knew that he had a bit of a rough childhood and was taking odd end jobs to help with raising his little sister, abby, with his current job being a night shift security guard at the medical center nearby. each time he came, you would serve his usual coffee. your boss always told you to use regular milk for anyone who orders coffee and to save the vanilla creamer for regulars who tipped well, but you didn't care. mike was special to you, so you always added the vanilla creamer to his coffee along with a sweet treat.

it didn't matter that your special treatment pertaining to mike schmidt docked a little bit of your paycheck every two weeks, to you, it was worth seeing his smile and the bit of exhaustion slip away from his features. you wanted to know more about him, and whether he was happy. you wanted desperately for him to open up to you. yet, something seemed to shift. today, when he came in, he changed his order from a single cup of coffee to two. his sudden change in order made your heart sank, wondering if his order for two cups of coffee was for that pretty blonde girl who you saw him with a few weeks ago. she didn't enter the diner with him, rather, they shared a brief conversation before embracing each other. you recall that day where you cheerfully asked him if she was his girlfriend and why she didn't come in with him, hiding the strange hurt you felt behind a too wide smile. yet the moment he vehemently shook his head while clarifying that she was just a friend and needed to get back to work, you all but forgot about it. maybe it's different now after all. you chew on your bottom lip while making mike's two cups of coffee, adding the vanilla creamer in both as you wondered if it was too late for you to ask him out. ever since the first day that you met him, he has been all that you've thought about, and your crush on him was slowly morphing into something that was much deeper.

with the two coffees in hand, you shakily deliver them to mike's table, mustering a shaky enjoy before attempting to walk away. yet, it was mike that stopped you from leaving when he says your name out loud. "wait, don't go." you face him, confusion written all across your face as mike looks away from you. he says nothing, just keeping his furrowed brow on the two cups of coffee settled on the table. "what's wrong, mike?" your voice comes out patient and soft, waiting for him to tell you what was on his mind. you watch as his fingertips trace the rim of the coffee cup, hearing him clear his throat before continuing. "sorry, i'm really not good at any of this, at all, but abby told me i should make a move." abby? his sister?

you were given no chance to dwell on his words when he gestures at the second cup of coffee. "this one's for you, and i'm wondering if you'd like to...sit down and share a cup with me?" with a purse of your lips, your eyes scan the diner, seeing only a few customers enjoying their breakfast with ness organizing all of the condiments on the table. letting out a sigh, you give mike a nod and sit across the table from him.

a strange sense of relief was felt coursing through your veins now that you were across from mike. taking the cup of coffee (where now you knew was meant for you this whole time) you take a sip while trying to taste the subtle sweetness of the coffee mixed in with vanilla creamer-

yet all you could focus on was the smile mike held on his face. "i can't tell you how much...better i've been feeling lately." mike begins to tell you, looking down at his coffee with a fondness in his gaze. "it's just, these days...i really find myself looking forward to seeing you."

his words were so achingly sweet that you felt your heart melt, swearing that you were close to turning into putty. not realizing the change in your demeanor, mike leans forward to take a hold of your hand within his. "so, i was wondering..."

"could i...could i pick you up later tonight after your shift and invite you over for dinner? i've got the day off, and i feel like i need to return the favor for all the free treats you've been giving me these past couple of months." you would be a fool not to accept, so of course-

you said yes to his offer.

{...}

you were able to go home an hour early thanks to ness' urging. when you told your co-worker about mike inviting you to dinner, he became the best wingman a girl could ever ask for and told you that he could take over the closing shift. he teases you, of course, begging you to invite him to the wedding as you brushed off his words when you finally clocked out and met with mike. he was standing close to his sedan, dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans with a pair of sneakers. upon seeing your figure walking out of the diner, mike smiles at you, opening the passenger side of his door.

the moment you were in the car, you saw a girl with curly locks of dark brown hair coloring in her sketchbook. seeing the similarities between her and mike, you were quick to assume that this little girl was abby, mike's sister.

"hello, you must be abby. it's nice to meet you, i'm-"

abby then says your name, interrupting your introduction while still coloring in her sketchbook. "i know who you are. my brother talks about you all the time."

a mischievous smile was seen on abby's face, yet you felt flustered upon hearing her words. when mike enters the car, his hands were on the steering wheel as he looks back between you and abby. he seems to notice the change in your expression when he asks, "what happened? did i miss something?" "n-no! you didn't miss anything at all!" you reassure him with a smile on your face, yet was all too aware of abby's giggles from the back of the car. you hear something ripping from behind you as abby leans toward you, beckoning you to take the drawing from her hand. "mike's really shy, but i know he really likes you." "abby don't just-" the siblings begin to bicker back and forth, yet you couldn't hear them the moment you laid your eyes on the drawing in your hand. in it, the picture depicted you and mike holding hands in front of your diner with a big heart settled in between both of your figures. you smile to yourself and knew that this drawing was going to be your most beloved treasure. {...} the ride home was quick and uneventful, with mike telling abby to put her seatbelt back on as he drove home.

the moment you set foot within mike and abby's home, you were hit with the comforting scent of homemade meatloaf with mashed potatoes and macaroni and cheese. the three of you shared heaping portions of food, making small talk about abby's school life and how she was doing so far. she faces mike while asking him, "can we take her to meet my friends later?" her question seems to make mike stiffen in response, with him taking a big swig of his class of water. "no, not now. maybe some other time, okay?" "but, i'm sure they'd really love her." "i'm sure they would too, but, not now, okay abby?"

"okay." there was a strange, melancholic expression that falls across her face, and you wondered just who her friends were. the rest of dinner became a little tense afterwards. when everyone had finished their meal, mike told abby to play in her room. "i'll clean up, so you go ahead and play as a reward for doing so well at school today." "okay!" abby gives you a knowing smile and a wink, before quickly darting off to her room. you had to shake off the feeling that abby was trying to set you up with mike as well, clearing your throat as you collected all of the dirty plates and utensils. "and i'll help you clean, mike. after all, that was a delicious meatloaf you cooked up. i ate every bit of it." mike's expression became sheepish once more as he took the plates and began washing them, "i'm glad you think so. to be honest with you, i'm still learning how to cook without relying on boxed meals, so it means a lot to me."

there was a comfortable silence settled between the two of you. as mike finished washing the dishes, you began drying them with a towel before setting them on the rack. when every plate and utensil had been washed and dried, you were left gazing up at mike. no words were spoken, yet you could feel yourself inching ever so closer to him. his warmth ensnared you, captivating you in the best of ways as mike placed the palm of his hand on your cheek. he whispers your name, sliding his eyes closed as he meets with your lips in a sweet kiss. with a soft moan, you kiss him back, allowing his chapped lips to perfectly slot against yours. you feel his hands at the back of your head, tangling his fingertips within your hair as he drew you closer to him.

as your chest met with his, you continued to bask in his sweet kiss. wanting, needing, and desperate for more. his taste was addicting, and you found yourself falling for him so deeply.

"mike, what's taking you so long-" abby's voice cuts through you, making you pull away from mike as you stared at the girl with wide eyes. abby looks between you and her brother and starts to giggle, "sorry for interrupting, take as long as you need!" she runs away once more, making you fall against mike with a groan. he chuckles, wrapping his arms around you while tracing his nose against the strands of your hair. "maybe it was a good thing that abby interrupted us, or else i never would have asked." you let out your own laughter in response. "ask what?" he pulls away from you, framing your face with his two hands while allowing the pads of his thumb to caress at your face. "will you be my girlfriend?"

you could feel a smile forming when you lean upwards to press your lips against his in another kiss, all while whispering to him, "but of course; for i would want nothing more than to be yours, mike schmidt."

a.n. - the fnaf movie was actually so cute and so much fun to watch, i loved it a lot too! this was written because mike schmidt deserves to be happy 🥹 he's been through so much! i apologize for any errors or mistakes, and will fix any errors/mistakes after posting.

this whole story was inspired by alicia key's 'you don't know my name,' so do give it a listen ♡

major edit notes 10/29/23 @11:30pm, changed matthew / matt's name to "ness," his canon character name in the movie.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #michael schmidt x reader #michael schmidt x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #.stories

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andraxicated · 1 year

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Pairings: Alhaitham x f! reader

Synopsis: Your husband comes home stressed and takes it out by ravaging you in the kitchen

a/n: for that anon who requested haitham's version of the previous previous scara fic eons ago. im sorry this just came out sksksks. (i've been working on this for a month because school fucks me up so bad as an academic achiever)

tw: usage of safe word/action | rough sex | breeding kink | dirty talk | smut to fluff

A slam resounds through the living room, not even a usual greeting coming from a deep voice; that was your cue to turn off the stove and take off your apron.

You see a tall figure coming over to you and there he was, Alhaitham your husband is sporting a huge frown and wrinkles on his forehead. It's obvious that he's upset, and the only thing that gets him this upset is work.

"Not even an "I'm home" to your wife? I come here and cook you dinner after my own work too you know?" You say, raising an eyebrow with crossed arms. You think you looked intimidating but you were nothing but cute in Alhaitham's eyes. Seeing your face works wonders to take off the stress so he holds it, pressing kisses on your face which you scrunch. And lastly, he does what he always does: make out with you while gripping your ass inappropriately.

"I'm home. Where's our baby?" He asks while tracing the sides of your body, lightly nipping on your ear.

"Sleeping. Oh, and something came by the mail today." You pull away from him to get the envelope tucked under a vase. You hand it to your husband and he sees the familiar handwriting with a stamp that makes his eye twitch.

"Those idiots..." He murmurs under his breath and you widen your eyes. Lightly amused and turned on by how the words curl on his tongue.

"Who is it from?" You ask, tip-toeing to peek over him as he reads the contents of the letters.

But before you could even see a word, he rips the paper into two and you stand there frozen in shock. Watching as the pieces of paper fall like snow yet you start to think about how annoying it would be to clean. You're getting mad too.

"Haitham?! What the-" "It's nothing important" He cuts off and heads right for your lips, tilting your head upwards as he pushes down with his weight to initiate deeper. His smooth flesh slides against your own, tongue peeking into your cavern as he holds your head for support. You could feel the heat rise within, your center throbbing as you feel his big hands that touch you hastily.

One of them came to stop to hold your boob, lightly squeezing as Alhaitham gauges for your reactions. "Look at me" He said.

An annoying feeling rested in his chest when you didn't, so he picks you up weightlessly and sets you on the counter. Strong hands pin you by the knees and you swear you could almost feel them turning to jelly.

"N-not here...ah" You could only give in to your husband, letting him spread your legs then cup your pussy, a whimper that almost escaped if he didn't capture it with his lips. Alhaitham loved seeing you squirm just like now, that embarrassed face you keep as he hikes your shirt to reveal the waistband of your bottom. He tugs it down while kneading your spongy flesh. Your thighs shake and you feel throbbing moist on your folds, accompanied by that certain itch to be filled up.

"Why not here?" He asks. "We've done it plenty of times in the kitchen." He teases butterfly kisses, showering you with lewd affection as your shorts came off, revealing the white lacy panty you've hidden since it arrived.

He was wondering why you always seemed to rush to the front door when the doorbell rang. He'd ask and you would brush it off, saying it was just newly released makeup from your favorite brand.

And now he sees this...his eyes see red like when he consumed divine knowledge, zeroed in on the white lace barely covering what it's supposed to protect. Then he scans the overall view; swollen lips, fucked out eyes, half-naked wife spread out on the countertop just for him.

.....archons. He thinks he's gonna put another baby inside you tonight.

"Are you wearing a set?"

Your eyes widen, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. "Yeah...? Why?"

Alhaitham clicks his tongue. His hands beside your figure completely trapped you, and he leans down intimidatingly like a predator cornering prey. Your heart beats too loudly and the throbbing of your pussy was not helping. You're incredibly excited and turned on by this display.

What's your husband gonna say? What's he gonna do?

"Take it off. Take everything off." his dominant voice renders you motionless but when you see the warning glint in his eye, you immediately start taking off whatever you had on. You've done this multiple times already, yet him watching you present yourself still makes you feel the same, the kind that makes you want to be treated like a whore.

Naked in all your glory, Alhaitham looks at your stomach and remembers how it used to be swollen; filled with his child, a symbol that you're already his. And he wants to see it again, it's about time don't you think?

"What a good girl" He praised because he didn't even need to tell you to turn around and arch your back. You were already showing him your hole, ass wiggling accompanied by your whines. "Haitham! Please! Please fuck me, I want you—hahhhh~" You breathe out the last word, ass ghosting over his rock-hard member. Even grinding yourself like this is enough to make you cum. It isn't there but you could vividly feel the sensation of his thick cock inside you. "Please mhmm? I've been missing you lately. You're always so busy and I-oh!!!" You're suddenly pressed against the counter, his cock digging between your ass as a groan made its way to his lips.

"Yeah, I'm busy. So fucking busy with all this shit being Grand Sage." He growls, hastily unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. The sound alone made you clench in anticipation.

"Everyone encouraged me to stay in this position. Including you..." He says with a tone that makes your heart sink. Back then, he seemed to be the only one suitable for the job, to lead the institution. He's a better choice than letting someone incompetent lead. And so, with enough discussion and encouragement from you and his peers, he accepted the fate of being Grand Sage.

"It keeps me away from you. So I'm stressed and lonely" Alhaitham whispers against your skin, lips ghosting over just to make you tense. You arch your back in response, your husband humming at how reactive your body was. "And when you're stressed, I let you bounce on my cock right? I fuck you like the way you want." A strong hand suddenly strikes your ass, and a shout of pain sprung up your throat as you let your breathing even. Your sensations are haywire, tiny moans coming from you as Alhaitham's bulbous head prods at your entrance. "So you'll let me do the same right?"

He waits for your answer but none came.

"Right?" He's impatient, he's been fighting this boner since from the office, jacking off to a recent picture of you. The head then enters, only a tiny part of what it fully is. You dumbly nod in agreement that you almost feel dizzy. "Y-yes! I use your cock when I'm stressed. So please..." It was the last straw: your seductive eyes and slutty hole looking back at him.

"Use me—AH!" Your mouth is left in shock as he buries himself to the hilt, a moan reverberating from the depths of your husband's throat. You were so fucking tight it was suffocating his cock. He knows it had been a long time since you were intimate but shit...it feels exactly like when you both lost your virginity to each other. Alhaitham feels like a boy who just got his first pussy.

"You feel heavenly my love. I'll start moving now." He says while kissing the side of your head. His hand snaked all over your body, trapping your figure with his strong arms, making you feel helpless. Once you were lifted off the counter with a tight buckle of his limbs, you already knew where it was going.

"Tap consecutively if you want me to stop. Alright?"

"Alright"

His gaze was intense, making sure you understood what he said before covering your mouth with his large palm, effectively blocking out words. He pulls away along with his cock sliding out and you thrash in his arms, his teeth already gritting at how tight and wet you were. You feel the tip arrive at your entrance, the build-up of fear and anticipation making you shake like a lamb in his arms. He whispers sweet nothings like "I'll make you feel good", "this will hurt a bit", "it's okay" and all of those push you to the edge of the line, feeling like heaven is just one step away.

While you're agape and fucked out, he surprises you by pushing in one quick thrust, letting you take a moment to realize what happened before he started to plunge repeatedly. Alhaitham basked in your muffled moans and looked down at his cock going in and out with glistening juices. Its lewd sounds filled the kitchen, prompting him to take a faster pace to keep on producing it. You scream as you feel the girth stretch you harshly, pounding against your cunt as the balls slap against you.

"Mhm (y/n)" Alhaitham let out a groan of your name, biting the lobe of your ear in the making. He was so rough on nights like this, leaving you breathless and dizzy in a good kind of way. To feel your beloved working you open like he always does, to feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, and to hear his moans ringing in your ear. It all feels so. fucking. good.

You try your best to push against him too, helping him reach your deepest spot even though he doesn't need any. The cockhead somehow always finds your g-spot, hitting furiously once he identifies it and focuses on stimulation. His harsh pounding won't stop, bouncing you between his body and the counter, your vision rocking up and down at the roughness.

Your nails dig crescents at his arms while you lose your mind in taking dick.

"Fuck fuck, fuck! I'm giving you another little one."

Alhaitham wasn't that talkative in sex, he prefers to lose his mind to the feeling of your tight walls than initiate conversations. Unless...he feels absolutely good that there is a need to be vocal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You don't have to do anything but care for our baby—ah shit! I'm slipping inside you so easily."

He didn't need to tell you because you already know it. The sheer feeling of your hole working on his ceaseless thrusts and how it gives way to the large cock gliding inside you raw.

The overdrive of sensations was all too much.

"Mhmphh!" You cry as his arms wrapped around you got a little too tight for your liking. You suddenly felt lightheaded, chest restricting in a way that makes you panic.

All it took was hurried taps on the arms scarred with crescents. And Alhaitham wasted no second to let you go. He immediately turned you to face him and showed how worried he was, painstakingly obvious on his horrified face. You would've laughed at him if you weren't trying to catch your breath.

"Jeez, haitham. You really are stressed." You try to lighten up the mood but it seemed to worsen as he let out a deep sigh.

With the way you're about to slump on the floor, he suddenly lifted you up to place you on the counter. Alhaitham started to massage your thighs, a guilty expression etched on his face.

"I'm sorry are you hurt? You feeling okay?" Every word feels like vomit, he had no right to ask you that when you're obviously pained all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Turquoise eyes meet yours in shame and Alhaitham couldn't fathom why you have a smile on your face.

"Hey" Your voice alone lifted some of the heaviness off.

"I'm alright now, but can you go get me a glass of water?" You asked and then watched as he slipped on his pants, a momentary frown appearing on your face as you watch him tuck his member back. He filled up the glass of water and came back to hand it to you, watching you remedy your parched throat. After emptying the glass, you wipe your lips with the back of your hand and set the glass beside you before giving Alhaitham the most comforting smile you could muster.

"Before we could continue that mind-blowing sex, I think you need to let out your stress properly other than blowing out my back." His ears cutely tinge red at your vulgar words.

You chuckle at the scene and place your arms around his shoulders. Alhaitham then takes one hand off and kisses the back of it while looking at you. The beautiful shade of green seemed to ask for forgiveness so you nod.

He plays with your fingers gingerly, massaging each one of your digits. "I'm sorry for almost crushing you to death. I should've been more careful with my strength, I'm really...really sorry (y/n)."

"Yeah, you're not so much of a feeble scholar anymore. " You say and silence ensues for a while before both of you break into laughter. "You feel good now? Tell me what happened-"

"love...I don't really wanna burden you and I'm sure you want to sleep-"

"Haitham"

Oh no. Your voice was stern and it was clearly a cue for your husband to shut the fuck up.

"Listen to me" You start. "I share my burdens with you, I tell you what annoys me at work and how hard raising a toddler is...yet you don't tell me anything except Kaveh's loans!, except minor issues at the Akademiya!" You sniffle, tears coming to your eyes. "Tell me what bothers you. Share your burdens with me, hmm?"

With your pleading face and watery eyes, how could he not say no? He sighed a long one before kissing your forehead, whispering his reply to your ear while intertwining your fingers together.

"Alright, I will. Stay here, you must be cold. I'll go get a robe for you." And with that, you watch his figure disappear into one of the rooms as you sigh and look at the food that's gone cold.

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h0ney-mochi · 3 months

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A Drabble, more or less. [2]

Character in mind: Kaedehara Kazuha. Feel free to imagine someone else :)

Content: sub reader, dom character. afab reader. nsfw, smut.

A/n: watched jjk and I got hit by such a big wave that I had to write something.. might as well give it to you guys. I hope your holidays went well and that you celebrated the new year well! ♡

Your hand between your thighs, moans just barely getting hidden by your other hand, you're laying in your bed. You've been left alone for far too long again, your sexual needs building up over the days.

Your darling has been busy, so he hasn't made many appearances in your shared home. Maybe he gets home late at night, when you're already asleep, just to get in bed with you and be gone in the morning.. or he just has stayed where he had to, for days on end.

Either way, the lack of his.. skillful fingers, tongue and, well.. him in general, has gotten you in this situation. Sexually frustrated, craving his touch, but simply not being able to get it. So if you're alone all of the time, might as well use it well. Sort of. By pleasuring yourself.

Another day without your dear boy, you're in your room again, all alone. Lights dimmed low, you're laying in bed, imagining things and remembering moments with him. Of course you don't expect him to suddenly turn up, so your guard is low. You're close, oh so close to hitting that one high, though it's just not the same without him. But oh well, it'll have to do.

...

"..[name], my dear? Are you home?" His voice calls as he enters the house. Leaving some things he had bought in the kitchen, he walks off to find you. He hasn't seen you in days and man, he missed your touch. You always managed to make his day better and your skin was just.. so soft..

For a moment, he thinks that you might be out. Maybe with a friend, maybe a walk. He reaches your room's door and is about to open it when he hears you. More precisely, he hears his name from your mouth.

He froze, face flushing immediately, as he blinks at the door in front of him. No movement, he continues to listen. There it is again, the sweet sound of your voice. Your moans.

Breathing in, he tries to open the door quietly. Looking inside, he sees you on the bed of course. Your back is turned to the door and you're breathing heavily, a moan slipping here and there. He smiles, closing the door the same way. You heard the door handle make a small noise and you rushed to pull your shirt down enough for a cover as you sat up, turning to the door.

"Ah.." He speaks, "I didn't mean to startle you. It's just me." You stare at him, both embarrassed and.. shocked? God knows. "Oh my.. you're home, I'm so sorry—" You stumble on your words, stuck on what to say in this situation. He chuckles and God, him.. fuck you missed him.

"It seems I've been gone for too long, haven't I? I should be the one apologizing, you know how I am," he turns to lock the door before walking towards you. "Let me help, please. It's the least I can do right now for you."

He's on the bed, hands trailing up your legs, going over your knees, stopping there. Waiting for your permission.

You stare at him, heart pounding, butterflies already swarming in your stomach.

"You.. God, don't, please- Go ahead, please, do what you want with me, just- just don't take your hands off of me, please." You manage to say, throwing your hands on his shoulders and pulling him on you, for a kiss.

He's quick to reciprocate, letting your tongue meet his, eyes closing in the process. His hands go down your thighs, one in between them and you jump slightly from the contact. The one you've been longing for so long. An amused, muffled noise comes from his mouth as he pushes a finger in you, oh, you're really this excited, huh?

Just when his finger goes deeper, he's quick to pull out. The kiss muffled your sound and he departs from you. You're about to ask why, why did he not go further? Why stop there? He's really gonna leave you like this? Unreal.

But you close your mouth when you watch him lay down, hands on your hips, pulling you towards his face. His eyes meet yours and you swallow, suddenly feeling oh so nervous.

He tilts his head to the side, slowly blinking at you as he speaks, "This will be my apology to you, love."

And then your hand clutches the sheets under you, right when his tongue makes contact with you. Another flutter in your stomach when he flicks his tongue; then it does a flip when he puts his whole mouth on you, flattening his tongue.

Oh, you already feel like you're about to pass out.

Just how long can you miss a person that their touch has you crumbling to pieces?

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yukidragon · 3 months

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May we have a story about Jack's clingy side and uses his puppy dog eyes to make MC to cuddle with him longer? (He uses the puppy dog eyes whenever he wants something and it works 100% of the time) Jack kind of reminds me of a giant puppy.

I love this idea! Jack definitely knows how to channel puppy energy to his advantage, and my MC Alice definitely falls for it every time.

In fact, I love this idea so much that it inspired me to turn it into a quick writing prompt. I also remembered that I owe everyone a nice little Jack x reader fic from the poll I made last year, so I wrote this writing exercise in 1st person gender neutral perspective.

So here it is, just a short but sweet first draft story about clingy Jack giving his sunshine some puppy dog eyes and pleading to get a bit more cuddle time. I don't think any real warnings apply, though it does get a little suggestive. Also, I think this might count as GrovelCore?

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my writing, and consider leaving a comment please!💕

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur @kurokrisps

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It was nice to have moments like this, just the two of us on the couch cuddled up together. The way Jack wrapped me up in his big, strong arms made me feel so safe, so content. Even though I was tucked comfortably in his lap, he practically surrounded me with his warmth. It was the perfect way to spend a day off from work.

The show on TV was entertaining, but it wasn’t enough to draw my attention away from Jack for long. He didn’t seem to be paying attention to it at all. Every time I looked up at him, I never failed to see those beautiful dark brown eyes of his gazing back at me. His mouth was shaped in a gentle curve of a smile, his expression almost dreamy as he admired me with so much love and adoration in his eyes that it sent my heart racing. I had to look away when the butterflies in my chest fluttered so hard they were ready to burst out of me.

Fuck, I was so down bad for this man, I was down atrocious.

A gloved finger brushed against my cheek, slowly tracing the contours of my face until reaching my chin. The sensation sent a delicious shiver down my spine, and my eyes returned to Jack as he gently guided my face back towards him.

“Looks like the show’s over,” Jack said. I blinked, caught off-guard, before my eyes darted to the screen to see the credits scrolling by. His honeyed voice drew me back before I could get distracted from his loving gaze for long. “What do you want to do now, sunshine?”

The first thought that popped into my head made my cheeks burn and brought back those damn butterflies. The second thought reminded me to check the time.

Ah damn it. Curse must-watch binge-worthy television. Why must I always fall for your siren song of “just one more episode”?

“Not run errands, that’s for sure, but it’s getting late,” I said with a heavy sigh, banishing the butterflies and steamy thoughts to whence they came. “Groceries aren’t going to buy themselves, and I’ve got a bunch of other stuff I should get out of the way while I’m out too.” I sighed again, shoulders slumping.

Being a responsible adult dealing with all the responsible adult bullshit sucked sometimes. A lot of the time. Actually probably most of the time considering how many hours in a day got eaten up by a cringy job and entitled customers.

I twisted away from Jack and tried to stand, but his large muscular arms kept me locked up tighter than iron bars. I turned back to him with a questioning look, only to see him pouting at me.

“I know it’s important to be responsible, sunshine, but don’t you think you’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately?” he asked. “We have plenty of food to last a few more days, and you’ve been working overtime for the past five nights in a row. You come home too exhausted to do anything but sleep, then you go right back to work. It’s not good for you.”

“I know,” I said with a helpless shrug. “But what can I do about it? Bills aren’t going to pay themselves either.”

Jack adjusted his hold on me, not enough that I could slip free, but I could feel his hands glide slowly along my back, sending a shiver up my spine. “I know, but it’s just been so long since we’ve had any cuddle time,” he said, his pout making its way into his voice now.

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the way his lower lip jutted out just a little further. “You see me every day,” I teased, trying to lighten up the mood. “Besides, we woke up cuddling this morning, didn’t we? You sleep with me every night.”

“You’ve been too tired to cuddle lately,” Jack said, whining a little. “Even this morning, you didn’t really wake up until halfway through breakfast. This is the first chance in days that I’ve had to really have you all to myself.” He dipped his head down, closer to mine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way the TV’s gentle glow made his dark eyes shine. “I missed you, sunshine.”

His big soulful eyes tugged at my heartstrings, and his gentle caress along my back made me want to melt into him. “I missed you too,” I admitted after a moment. We couldn’t exactly talk when other people were around, and work had been too busy for us to even sneak a kiss without the risk of getting caught in the act.

I was pretty sure Jack wouldn’t mind even if someone else could see him making out with me. In fact, I had a sneaking suspicion that he might even enjoy getting caught. Sometimes this man acted like he had no idea what it meant to feel shame.

Then again, Jack was always painted up like a clown 24/7. If he wasn’t embarrassed by the bright face paint or his silly jokes, then he probably didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Sometimes I wished that I could say the same. The idea of being seen making weird faces while holding onto the air left me feeling a level of cringe that not even the greeting at my job could match. It probably would be a kiss with tongue too knowing Jack.

The thought left me burning, both with mortification and the memory of the way his kisses made me feel.

Maybe it would be worth the embarrassment considering how good of a kisser Jack was.

As if reading my mind, Jack brushed his lips against mine, just a peck, but it was enough to snap my attention entirely to my boyfriend. “Then stay with me,” he said with a hint of desperation to his breathy voice. “Please?” He planted another kiss on my lips, just a little longer but still only a tantalizing taste of what he could offer me. “I need you.”

Jack finished off the last of my resistance by saying my name in that same pleading tone while looking at me with so much love and need in his beautiful dark brown eyes. His desperate voice and puppy dog eyes made me melt like cotton candy in water.

I gave in to him. I couldn’t help it. I was weak to him when he begged me like this, and I needed Jack just as badly as he needed me.

“Jack,” I sighed as I looped my arms around his neck and drew Jack in for another kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips, and he murmured my name again before his tongue slid into my mouth to get a taste of me.

Soon I was pinned against the couch, breathless and panting, with Jack looming above me. His arms were a cage that secured me there and ensured that I wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Not that I wanted to with the way his mouth moved along my neck, hot and wet. I couldn’t help but moan his name as he sucked on my skin, arching up into him.

Even before Jack started tugging at my shirt, I had a feeling that I wasn’t getting any errands done today, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every touch, every kiss, and every murmur of my name along with sweet praise made the world around us fade away, until nothing else existed but the two of us and our love.

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ryaeris · 1 year

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Killshot / L.DH

PAIRING: enemy!donghyuck x fem!reader

WORDCOUNT: 2.7k

SUMMARY: it seems as though you and donghyuck could never get along until the green-eyed monster decided to give the two of you a helping hand.

WARNINGS: donghyuck is an asshole, bathroom sex, counter sex, exhibitionism (kinda), unprotected sex, the pull out method (please don't do this), teasing, praise, confessions, implied established realtionship at the end, and a bit of fluff!

"last again?"

his voice was like nails to a chalkboard, the smugness in his voice causing your eye to twitch, the hand that was clutching your paper with a big fat 50% on it being crushed under its weight.

you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you roll your eyes with a scowl, but he made it hard to ignore when he used words like 'last,' like there was some kind of hierarchy of test scores. "shut it donghyuck." you gritted out, your hands clenched into fists in an effort to keep them at bay so your pencil wouldn't do any damage.

he just laughed.

oh god, that laugh. that annoying fucking obnoxious, condescending, infuriating laugh. you'd rather take on a million monsters with your bare hands than deal with this asshole. you didn't need to look at him to know that he was smirking, clearly enjoying the dismay written all over your face. he was sadistic like that… at least to you.

he was kind to his classmates and friends, it was just you that he relentlessly teased, that he always had something to say to, and you would be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it was like to be on his sweet side. sadly, the only thing he's ever had to offer you was his not-so-needed sarcasm and occasional academic advice— which you hadn't asked for, by the way.

you hadn't realized that you were glaring holes at the dark red pen ink, the numbers coaxing you to get lost in your head until your friend, yerim, called your name. she knew what was wrong, it was written all over your face, but she still tried to pull you away from the spiraling anger building inside of you. with her arm around your shoulder, she gave it a squeeze, meeting your eyes with her own, which was swimming with concern.

"are you okay?" she questioned softly, but as you turned your head away from her, they guided her to the man that was the cause of your displeasure. "donghyuck again, huh?" she asked again. it wasn't really a question, seeming as though she already had her answer. she always did.

yerim had always stuck by your side, ever since freshman year when you got lost on your way to class. it didn't take a ridiculous amount of time for her to become your other half, as though your brains were telepathically linked; or maybe you knew each other in another life. either way, she always knew how you felt or what you needed, the girl extremely in tune with your body language and aura.

"it's like he thinks that he's better than me just because he knows what he's doing." you gritted out. yerim sighed, nibbling on her lower lip in thought. "you already know that's not true, so i don't know why you allow him to get to you."

you could lie and say why you didn't know why his words affected you the way they did, but it was that gnawing feeling in your gut whenever you'd see him, when you were able to see him smile when he hangs out with his friends, that butterflies in your stomach when you'd hear his laugh. and you hated yourself for it.

"i just—" before you could complete your sentence; another body joined the conversation.

"ah! You did better than me!" jaemin's voice chimed enthusiastically. jaemin was new to your school, and he had somehow managed to worm his way into your duo.

you raised a brow, "you got lower than fifty percent?" he put his test on your desk, and in the right-hand corner there was a thirty-five percent. you gawked at his score. "how'd you manage that?!" you asked incredulously. his smile never faltered, "well… i kind of fell asleep the first thirty minutes of the test." you couldn't help but laugh at his thoughtlessness.

though you were distracted by the boy with a low score, you hadn't seen the way donghyuck was glaring, not at you, but at jaemin.

"i knew i should have sat by you." you said to yourself. he threw a leg over the seat in front of you, his chest pressed up against the plastic headrest. with crossed arms, he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

"where would i be without having you to keep me in line." he teased with a tilt of his head. jaemin had always been flirtatious, it just came naturally to him; in all honesty, he probably wasn't even aware that he was doing it.

"shut up." you said with a smile, pushing him back with a soft shove. the blonde's head lifted, but his eyes never strayed away from you. with another wave of your hand and an expectant look on your face, he turned around, and class resumed.

it was a grueling hour before you were finally free; yerim, jaemin, and you were walking side by side.

"so…" jaemin began, "there's this party that I'm throwing, and i want you to come." your eyebrows furrowed at the invitation. parties aren't really your thing, but it wasn't like you haven't attended one before, plus, it was jaemin, so why not?

"sure," you said with a shrug, "why not?" the grin on his place was pretty much shit-eating. "would you like to go too, yerim?" he asked. she just shook her head, waving her hand back and forth. "no thank you, i'm taking my girlfriend out on a date today!" she said excitedly.

you smiled at the girl as jaemin nodded understandingly. "well, i guess that leaves the two of us, huh? i'll see you tonight then!"

he waved the both of you goodbye, going off somewhere to the left as yerim brought your attention back to her.

"so, any outfit ideas for the party?" you shook your head no, "nah, i figured i'd just go in casual, y'know?" it was almost as if the words that came out of your mouth offended her. "absolutely not!" she exclaimed. "you don't know if there's going to be hot guys there, and i am not going to allow you to look like a hot mess just because you think you have nothing to prove."

you knew you could do nothing but oblige to her demands, groaning out a weak 'fine', internally knowing you had your night cut out for you.

you almost hated to say it, but you were quite impressed with the outfit she had managed to squeeze you in; a lightweight dress with some heels that you could manage to walk in, your makeup natural but charming.

"you know you look good. admit it, i did a fantastic job." she gushed. you rolled your eyes light-heartedly. "don't you have somewhere to be?" you asked. that seemed to pull her head out of her ass because her eyes widened at the numbers on her phone. "yes, i do, but this isn't over, and you know it. i'll be back home later to hear about how everyone complimented my expertise."

"shut up and go." you groaned, lightly shoving her out of the room as she giggled.

you unsurely looked in the mirror, your body turned to the side as you ran your hands down the front of your dress. you looked nice, and there was no point in backing out now.

the house was booming with people, almost the whole school was there, and the inside wasn't any better; loud music, the stench of alcohol, weed, and sex permeated the air. it was suffocating really, but you stuck to searching for jaemin amongst the sea of people.

you didn't have to search for long, because a thick hand placed itself on your shoulder.

"i'm glad you could make it." he said against the shell of your ear. you shivered, turning around with a smile on your face. "i told you i would, didn't i?" you teased.

"do you want a drink?" he asked. you nodded, "that would be great, thanks." with that, he left, leaving you to your own devices as you looked around you.

there were cheap decorations on the wall, but since the lights were off, there were different colored lights that decorated the space.

then, your breath caught in your throat.

donghyuck was sitting on the couch, a girl sitting on his lap as she giggled at something he said. he wasn't even that funny, so what was there to laugh about? you didn't know why you felt like this, why your stomach twisted at the sight of them, why there was a bitter taste in your mouth, why the words 'i wish that was me' were making their way up to the forefront of your mind.

"i had to look around but i managed to find a bottle that—"

"dance with me." you suddenly said.

"what?" his brows furrowed.

"i said," you took the red solo cup out of his hand, "dance with me." he gulped, allowing his fingers to loosen so he could put it on the white fold out table, pushing some scattered chips out of the way.

"okay." he agreed dumbly.

dragging him by his wrist, you pulled him into the crowd of people, placing his hands on your waist. you shouldn't be doing this, jaemin was your friend, friends don't get this close to other friends.

with your arms thrown around his neck, you swayed with him to the music, no space between the both of you as you looked over his shoulder.

donghyuck.

there was anger in his eyes, his attention completely snatched away from the girl on his lap as she practically begged for it back. you couldn't help but feel pleased at his anger, finally feeling like you had gotten him back for what he had said to you earlier.

as the song finally came to close, jaemin lowered his chin, his eyes boring into your soul. you knew he wanted to kiss you, but you looked down at his shirt, putting some distance between the two of you.

"that was fun." You said awkwardly. he cleared his throat. "yeah…" he said, "it was." you couldn't look at him, not with the shame bubbling in your gut. "i- um, i have to go to the bathroom." you took off down the hallway and into the nearest restroom.

shutting the door, you balanced yourself on your hands that sat on the sink counter, staring at yourself in the mirror.

what were you thinking acting like some lovesick fool?

what pulled you out of your berating thoughts was someone attempting to open the door.

"shit! it's occupied!" you said loudly. the person didn't say anything, opening the door.

"donghyuck?" you questioned, your brows furrowing in confusion, but also shock. "what the fuck was that?" He bit. now, it was your turn to be angry. "what was what?" shutting the door behind him, he stalked towards you until your back hit the wall.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about." he leaned closer to your face, your breaths intermingling as your chest rose and fell. "did you want to piss me off, huh? was that it? did you want to get a reaction out of me by dancing with him?" his voice got deeper with every accusation, your thighs clenching at the sound of it. you wanted to overthink, but you refused.

"so, what if i did? since I'm always last, you wouldn't dance with girls like me anyways, right?" you prodded, leaning your head to the side as a signal of a challenge.

"who said i wouldn't?"

and with that, he finally closed the distance between the two of you. his hands were fast to land on your hips as did yours, which tangled themselves into his dark brown locks. the kiss was fast and messy, desperate hands holding onto the other as you whimpered. he was unrelenting in his quest to dominate your lips, his tongue brushing against yours in a soft caress.

god, he was such a good kisser.

with a firm grip on your hips, he spun you around, the counter making contact with your lower back. breaking the kiss, your lungs begged for air as you breathed heavily. his large palms cupped the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were now sitting on the marble.

"tell me when to stop." he huffed. "absolutely not." you said, dragging him back into a kiss as he smirked into it.

he hiked up your dress, his fingers scaling up the sides of your legs until they met with the band of your underwear. "lace." he hummed, "nice touch." he spoke against you. "thank yerim for that." he nodded, "will do."

you lifted your hips up so that he could pull them off, the man discarding them haphazardly on the floor.

your hands trailed down his shoulders, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt where you lifted it up. he didn't protest, allowing you to pull the offending item up and over his head, throwing it to the ground as well. "i always knew you looked hot under your clothes." you murmured. looking up at him, you were met with an incredulous look. "what?" you questioned. "i'm only human." he let out what sounded between a scoff and a chuckle.

"whatever."

you finally unlooped his belt, tugging his pants down just enough so you could pull him out of his boxers.

he hissed as you stroked his cock, teasing the head of it, you spread his precum around his tip before finally guiding it towards your entrance.

you buried your head in his neck as he entered you, your nails raked themselves down the expanse of his back, pulling a pained groan from him. thank god for the music, because if it weren't for that, everyone could hear you.

"donghyuck." you moaned as he had begun to subtly move. he was an asshole, but he wasn't a monster, he had allowed you to get used to him before he had begun to thrust.

"fuck." he grunted as his hips met the inside of your thighs. the pleasure was greater than anything you've felt before, even with your last partners. now you finally understood why that girl on his lap wanted his attention so badly.

"so good." you whined, your head falling back. he took advantage of your barren neck, latching his teeth to your pulse point. he left hickeys all along the column of your throat, the nibbling setting your veins on fire.

"'always wanted to do this." he groaned.

you could feel him getting closer and closer to his orgasm, his movements growing quicker and sloppier.

"donghyuck…" you breathed, unable to form coherent words anymore, your entire body shaking with the intensity of it all. he pulled back from your neck, his mouth searching for yours once more, sucking on your bottom lip roughly. your head swam as you tried to keep yourself upright, your hands gripping tightly on his biceps.

"fuck baby.." he whispered as he rested his forehead on yours, his breathing heavy. a hand left the side of your body to begin stimulating your clit, his thumbs moving it in tight circles. your entire body jerked involuntarily, if it weren't for him standing in front of you, you for sure would've flown off the counter.

you couldn't keep yourself silent, your moans mixing with the music playing from outside of the door, and donghyuck wasn't in too hot of a position either.

"you're okay," he cooed softly, the tone almost hypnotic. "you're doing great." as he kept murmuring praises, you realized you had never imagined you would ever be akin to his kind words.

feeling your climax nearing, your legs wrapped themselves tighter around him, your lower half grinding yourself against his pelvis.

with one last push, he quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach, letting go of you with a gasp and a moan. your whole body shuddered as you caught your breath, panting. you collapsed onto him, and held you close, burying his nose into your hair and kissing your temple lightly.

there were a few beats of silence, both of you taking a moment to wrap around the sudden drastic change in your relationship.

"i suppose this doesn't mean i'm last again?" you asked, your words teasing.

"no," he said with a smile. "definitely not."

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foli-vora · 1 year

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First of all

(I am sure I started following for the Dave/Marcus series)

With Javier Peña can I get F reader and

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.” and “You’re so fucking cute.”

A medium amount of filth if possible

Ah my love! Thank you so much! You're such an amazing light in this fandom, and we love and appreciate you so much! Thank you for sending in a request! I don't know what happened but it got a bit out of hand and super soft and a bit angsty lmao, but I hope you still enjoy and the medium amount of filth still hits right! ❤️

before my eyes

javier pena x f!reader

word count: 3k warnings: idk i feel like this is a mess but i'm going with it, neighbour!javi, swearing, smoking, SOFTNESS, smidgen of angst, mention of injury/gunshot wounds/surgery, SMUT 18+ ONLY: oral sex (f), unprotected p in v

“Shit,” you curse, watching the box in your hands give way to the contents within.

The bottom gives out, your belongings spilling down the stairway, and you heave a sigh of impatience. Sweat slicks your skin, causing the flow of your dress to cling to you as you bend to try and find some semblance of organisation to the unexpected chaos thrust upon you.

“Let me help,” a voice says from the top of the stairs, and you turn to watch the newcomer jog softly down the steps and duck to gather some of your things.

“Thanks,” you murmur, heat washing under your cheeks, “this is just what I need.”

Of course the attractive man living in your building has to catch you in a moment of mayhem. Javier, as he had previously introduced himself the day before, gives you a small smile, the yellow tinted sunglasses covering his eyes sliding down the curved bridge of his nose.

“Not having the best day?”

“It could be better,” you reply dryly.

The plumbing in your apartment is weak at best, with a few leaks springing from the pipes beneath the sink in your kitchen and bathroom. Not to mention the shot to shit AC unit, leaving the humid Colombian air to fill every inch of every room.

“I could come and take a look,” Javier says, making a neat pile of books before sweeping them up into his arms and following you the rest of the way to your door. “I’m no plumber, but I could fiddle around with the pipes at least. I know a guy who could come out for the AC.”

“You don’t seem like the type of guy to have a tool set laying around,” you tease lightly, shifting the barely fixed box onto your hip to push open your door.

Javier grins, “You’re right—I don’t, but I have been taught a thing or two. I’m sure the Hillbilly’ll have something I could use. I can come tonight, if you want?”

“I don’t want to be any trouble—”

“You’re not—I offered.”

It may not have been any trouble for him to come over, but he certainly was trouble himself, you had quickly come to learn. The feelings he invokes in you is something you hadn’t quite felt before. He makes his desire obvious, unashamed with his light flirtations that never fail to bring butterflies flying right up your throat.

As a thank you for fixing your leaky pipes, you cook. Your first proper meal in your new apartment, and in wonderful company, too. Who'd have thought your new move would bring you here?

Dinner is filled with easy conversation, and he expertly dodges any and all questions relating to his work. You know that he works with Steve, your new neighbour Connie’s husband, and you know by her that Steve works for the DEA.

You don’t mention work again for the night. He stays longer than you had originally expected, content to share a glass of bourbon on your couch and listen to the soft music falling from your record player.

The evening ends with no more than a kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to the corner of your lips, and your heart thunders in your chest when he remains close enough to feel his breath wash over your lips.

For a second, you find yourself wanting, hoping that he’d close those last few centimetres and grace you with the feeling of his lips over yours…

… but no.

Instead, he turns, leaving with a dangerously charming, almost teasing, smile and a quiet goodnight.

Trouble, indeed.

Weeks pass before you see him again for more than a few seconds alone or without the company of Steve and Connie, striding into the building late at night and running an anxious hand through his hair. A tough day, you assume. He would have plenty with his line of work.

You make your presence known and smile softly at him, still clad in your party dress from a night out with new friends.

“Not having the best day?” You ask gently, leaning against the railing of the stairs as the effects of the alcohol in your system bring a hazy swirl to the edges of your vision.

He stops, playing with his keys between his fingers before giving a shrug, “It could be better.”

Your stomach tightens and flips with his low rasp. The attraction is undeniable, and you’d been questioned viciously by Connie in regards to the looks you and Javier would share, or the energy that would fill the room whenever you two were close. You’d had no answers at the time, putting it down to merely a simple crush that would pass soon.

Something in your mind said differently though, that this felt like more, deeper than a silly little crush that would fade away after a few months. You hope he shares the same sentiment, but with the choices and certain circumstances he would put himself in for his job and gathering intel, you started to doubt more and more that that would happen.

“Want me to help with that?”

It’s the remnants of various fruity cocktails bringing forth a small wave of flirty confidence. Usually you would never be so upfront, but you don’t find yourself regretting the words as soon as they pierce the air. You want it, with every inch of you.

He thinks it over for a long moment, his eyes dragging over your body with an obvious shine of desire and admiring your flattering choice of attire, but instead a slight curl pulls at the corners of his lips and your heart thuds harder and faster in your chest.

“Maybe another night, when you can actually remember me in the morning,” he teases deeply, smiling wider when you give a breathy chuckle. “You need help getting in?”

“No, I’ve got it. Goodnight, Javier.”

“Goodnight, corazón.”

That's new.

You struggle to get rid of the smile curling your lips, even long after you wave him goodbye and tuck yourself into bed. His voice lingers, images flash behind your lids as you try to sleep.

He drives you crazy.

He fills your thoughts every moment of the day—his face, his eyes, his smile. His voice would linger in your ears, the low rasp of it keeping your nerves electrified.

You look for him in the entryway coming home, you listen out for his comings and goings through your thin front door. Sometimes you even catch yourself having a little peek through your peephole when you hear him and Steve, watching as he runs a hand through his hair and ever so slightly looks towards your door before vanishing.

It’s one night you both happen to arrive home at the same time, the humidity of Colombia sticking to your skin but relieved with the breeze that blows through the streets. He lingers, seemingly happy to chat while you fiddle with the straps of your handbag.

“You want a drink?”

The question is a welcome surprise, and you merely nod in answer, unable to quite force the words out your mouth.

His apartment is… Javier. It’s minimal, no signs of being truly lived in with photographs and knick knacks like the ones that fill your walls and tables, but the air filling it is comfortable and cosy, the music that falls from his record player familiar and calming.

Conversation flows easily.

He’s tired, the bags hanging softly beneath his eyes showing that work has been extra hard on him the last few weeks. You love that he looks relaxed with you, sinking into his couch with his head leaning comfortably on the back as it rolls to face you.

He smiles at your ramblings, laughs quietly at your stories, the crinkles forming at the corner of his eyes hitting somewhere deep in your chest.

You don’t even realise you fall asleep until later in the night.

You wake only a few hours later, hazy and slightly confused by your surroundings, but instantly soften at the heavy breaths that fall into your ears. He’s asleep next to you, still cradling the half nursed glass of whiskey in his hands. His head rests just beside yours, his lips barely parted and breath washing past your face as you watch him for a long minute.

He needs rest. Carefully, you extract yourself from the couch and gently place your own glass on the coffee table before draping him in the coloured crochet blanket hanging just beside him and pressing a tender kiss of goodnight to his forehead.

It wakes him, his eyes half open when you pull away to leave and the sheer force of his gaze keeps you from moving away any further. He watches you quietly, his dark sleep filled eyes roaming your face before he leans up and catches your lips with his own and steals the breath from your lungs.

He moves slowly, hands roaming your legs and hips before cupping your ass and pulling you down until your knees sink into the cushions beside his hips. You settle in his lap easily, muscles loosening with each curl of his tongue along yours until you’re practically melting at his touch.

Everything feels right.

Every moment, every kiss, every touch… God, he knows what he’s doing. He devotes his energy to you, uncaring about meeting his own end and instead selfish with the time he spends on your body. He studies it all—what makes your breath hitch, what makes your legs shake, what makes your fingers tighten and tug at his hair.

You savour every sharp exhale and groan that falls from his lips. It's not long until you're spread out on his couch, watching with wide eyes as he tugs at your underwear and throws the soaked cotton over his shoulder with a lazy smirk that radiates trouble.

He loses himself between your thighs, dress haphazardly shoved up and out of the way so he’s free to devour you as he wishes, his tongue rolling and circling over your clit and diving into the weeping entrance of your cunt until you’re breathless and incoherent.

He brings you up and over the edge again and again, until you physically think you can’t possibly give him any more, only to have him force yet another out of your system with his low rumble sinking into your ears.

So good for me, look at you. Let me feel you, so fucking good. Give it to me, come on now, corazón—

You’re bent over the arm of the couch when he finally gets sick of the dress still clinging to your frame, fingers unforgiving as they wrench the dress up and off your body, freeing your skin to his hungry touch.

They roam at their leisure, cupping the soft swell of your tits and pinching your hardened nipples until you squirm against the solid feel of him pressed up against your ass.

He ruts into you without abandon, cock hitting just that bit too far and blessing you with the sharp twinge of pain alongside the blissful feel of him dragging against your walls and you're seeing stars, clinging to the cushions as a means to keep your head straight and not lose yourself to the overwhelming ecstasy threatening to have you passing out.

He cums with his lips on your neck, mouth hot and heavy against your sweat slicked skin as he pants into the curve on your shoulder, before pressing one simple final kiss there. He lingers, pressed tightly against you and crowding you into the firm arm of the couch as he softens within you, his cum trailing a slow, hot path down the inside of your thigh.

You curl into the reassuring hand to rub along your back as you sink shakily back to sit down. You smile shyly when he reappears with a warm cloth, lazily sliding it across your skin and softly cupping it against your tender cunt to calm the ache there.

It’s intimate, the sheer closeness of the action bringing your heart to beat at the base of your throat.

Surprisingly, he asks you to stay, and your heart doesn’t calm until exhaustion claims you after your head meets his pillow, the familiar scent of his cologne and the faint traces of cigarettes clinging to the soft cotton.

It’s a slow development.

The next time, he comes to you, knocking on your door in the middle of the night and you let him in without a word. You cuddle into the leftover warmth on your bed long after he leaves for his own apartment to head to work, the ghost of his lips moving over your body following you for the rest of the day.

The time after, it’s his place again, but this time, he cooks. It’s the first time it feels like something more than sex, but it goes unaddressed.

You talk and talk, you learn about his father, his life before Colombia. You admit to finding your life lacking, forever wishing for something more than the mundane ‘find a husband and settle down’ expectations struck upon you.

There’s something there, lingering behind the way you take each other apart.

It follows his touch, oozes from the kisses you pepper each other with. It feels nice, it feels so right. You feel comfortable in his bed, completely nude and not at all bothering to hide any part of you. It feels normal, natural even, when he lays beside you and throws out random topics of conversation with his lips around a cigarette, occasionally offering it to you and chuckling warmly when you’d attempt to inhale the harsh tobacco. You’re both unperturbed by the silence that would sometimes follow.

And that feeling never disappears, it only grows as the weeks go on.

You know you have strong feelings for him one morning when you feel him press a tender kiss of goodbye to your forehead while you’re still half asleep. It has your heart quickening, something soft and sweet and warm curling around your chest. You bathe in the glow of it.

But it would be addressed later—you’d hate to potentially ruin whatever you have building with him by speaking on your feelings too quickly.

And then, one fateful day, it happens. It all comes crashing down around you and for the first time, you worry you'll never be able to speak the words to him.

The steady beep of the machine is somewhat comforting in the chill of the room. You barely notice it, too consumed with watching the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath the light blanket covering his body. Steady, they had said, after the surgery they had rushed him into.

It hadn’t been expected, the phone call during the morning of another seemingly normal work day. Steve had sounded nervous, a first for your neighbour. He hadn’t been able to give you all the details, all you knew was that it was bad.

Shot. A bullet in his side and one in his chest.

You had flown to the hospital, rushed in with his name falling in rushed pleas and they had shown you to the waiting room to await a doctor for more information. Steve was there, Connie, too. She had doted on you, guided you to a close seat and ordered her husband to get you a drink, a snack, anything.

Hours went by, and soon a man appeared, kindly reassuring you he had made it through with minimal issues, and was now in recovery. You were beside him within an hour.

He was warm to the touch, his pulse thrumming softly under your fingers as you had gently cradled his hand. He had remained motionless at the tender kiss you had pressed to his forehead, his lashes brushing his cheeks as he remained in the bliss of a hopefully painless sleep.

And you hadn’t moved since. Steve had left after some gentle pressing from Connie, and you had reassured him you’d call the moment he awoke. He had gripped Javi’s fingers softly, giving him one final look of worry, before turning and leaving under the arm of his wife.

Nurses come and go, checking his IV and doing their routine of observations, never worrying about their findings and erasing any of your lingering fear with a warm smile. They bring you coffee as the day bleeds into night, keeping you fed with cold hospital sandwiches and the occasional packet of sweet biscuits.

You just want him to wake.

It’s normal, they say. Just give him time.

“Javi,” you murmur softly, leaning forward to brush his hair back for the thousandth time, “I know you need some time to get your strength back, and that’s fine, but just so you know—if you don’t wake up, and you die? I will kill you.”

As you expected, he stays silent, but you still smile, lingering to brush your fingers down his cheek softly before settling back in your seat. Your hands wrap around the arm resting in front of you, and you rest to press your cheek on his warm skin, content to watch him sleeping and losing yourself to dreams sometime into the night, too.

It’s a slight pressure on your temple that gently pries you out of dreamy darkness. It moves, sliding along your skin softly before disappearing and returning to where you’d first felt it. Fingers, you realise hazily, recognising the feel of someone stroking your face.

Your eyes flutter open, immediately to be met with a pair of tired dark eyes seemingly content in watching you. Javi.

Startled, you sit up and reach to call for the nurse, only to stop at the raspy voice that tells you to calm down.

“They already know,” Javi says quietly, throat dry and raw. “They just didn’t want to wake you.”

You turn for the jug of water and pour some into the little plastic cup, carefully plucking the straw from the table and holding it at his lips. He drinks slowly, humming from the relief of the cool liquid filling his mouth.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been shot,” he replies dryly, lips twitching at the corners.

“Idiot,” you snark around a grin, returning the cup to the table and linking your fingers through his. “No, really, how are you?”

He sighs, head rolling on the pillow so he can look at you better, “I’m doing okay, corazón.”

You nod, tongue running along your lips as you take reassurance from his words. He’s okay.

You tighten your fingers through his and take a small breath to calm the anxiety in your system, unaware you’re crying until you hear him breathe your name. You mumble an apology, almost embarrassed by the stream of tears, but it’s soon muffled by his hospital gown as he gently pulls you to him.

Carefully, you rest your head on one side of his chest, mindful of the thick bandaging on the other and warm at the arms that come to rest over your back.

Admitting feelings can wait. For now, you’re content to just rest in his arms, listening to the steady beat of his heart under your ear.

“You know,” Javi murmurs against the top of your head, “you’re really fucking cute when you snore.”

“I do not snore!”

Yeah this was a mess but I'm into it nonetheless lmao.

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glazesunflower · 2 years

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Pranking them (NSFW!)

Characters: Ayaka, Itto, Yae Miko, Hu Tao, Shenhe, Jean, Thoma, Shinobu x GN!Reader.

Warnings: NSFW !! This is for 18+ years old users. If you're a minor, please refrain from interacting. This content isn't for you.

Notes: How they would react to you pretending you were going to give them oral, only to pick something off the ground instead.

She is sitting on her bed, revising some documents before going to sleep. You deem now it’s the perfect time to prank her.

You walk up to her. She’s sitting straight on the far end of the bed, legs gracefully closed together.

You kneel down in front of her, placing your hand on her knee gently.

Ayaka immediately blushes, lowering the document she’s been reading.

“My love…” She whispers, confused.

You move your hand that’s resting on her knee down her thigh slowly, and her breath hitches. “At— At a place like this, I don’t think…”

She says, but her body betrays her, and before she can process the thought she’s slowly parting her thighs for you, like an instinct.

“Here it is!” You cheerfully say, holding out a hair tie.

Ayaka stares at the item in your hand and the realization quickly hits her. Her cheeks grow a deep shade of red, embarrassment written all over her face.

You try to suppress a smile, faking a concerned voice. “Is something wrong, Ayaka?”

“No, I—“ She swallows, her eyes looking everywhere but in your direction. “My apologies. It seems like I misread the situation.”

You smile at her and palm her face. “What was your pretty head thinking?”

“Nothing appropriate, I apologize.” Her cheeks are burning with crimson colors. She notices the sly smile on your face. “Were you… teasing me, by any chance?” She asks, letting her cheek rest on the palm of your hand.

You lean down, unable to keep on with the prank anymore, and press a kiss to Ayaka’s forehead.

“Yes. But I’m afraid I can’t tease you for too long.” You say, using your other hand to caress her upper thigh in a way that sends butterflies in her stomach. “Should I make it up to you, then?”

Ayaka watches you get on your knees again, and she’s quick to nod, leaning back a little.

“Yes, please.”

Itto and you were watching a movie together. You have gotten up to get a glass of water, and when you come back you deem it a good time to pull a prank on your boyfriend.

You go up to the couch where he’s sitting and tie up your hair in a ponytail.

“Oh good, you’re back. This is the best part of the movie, babe! Quick— Quick, quick. You don’t want to miss it!”

You ignore his words and kneel right in front of him, running your fingers up his calves.

Itto’s attention immediately shifts to you, the movie long forgotten.

“Ah, hell yes!” He cheerfully exclaims, lifting his arms and resting his head back on them, waiting for your touch on him.

“Hm?” You grab the remote that you had purposefully thrown under the couch and look up at him with innocent eyes. “Did you say something, babe?”

Itto looks at the remote and then to you, realizing what you initially wanted to do. He throws his head back and lets out a deep sigh.

“Aw, man. That’s just not fair.” He pouts.

“What’s wrong?” You sit next to him on the couch, remote in your hand. “I was just picking this up.”

“I know, I know. I just got excited.” He says, his head hanging low. “Can’t blame me though, it really felt like you were gonna give me head.”

He’s so honest and open with you, it makes you feel a bit mean to keep up with the prank. So you lean down close to him and smile.

“Well, do you want me to?”

Itto’s head quickly turns to you, eyes sparkling. Before you can process his movements, he’s pouncing on you.

“Obviously, yeah!”

You hear the sound of the water stopping, signaling that your girlfriend has gotten out of the shower. You think this is the perfect time to prank her.

You walk up to the bathroom and find her, with a towel around her torso and another drying her hair.

“Hi there, little one.” She winks at you when you enter the room.

Her actions make you flustered but you’re determined to go through with your prank. Luckily for you, she is standing right by the counter and sink, which has drawers at the bottom of it.

“Hello to you, hot stuff.” You smile, tying your hair back as you get to your knees in front of her.

Miko follows your movements and draws a smirk, her sharp eyes shining with a newfound curiosity.

You hold her leg with one of your hands and she keeps her eyes on you the entire time, unflinching and waiting for your next move on her.

Instead of pulling down the towel, you reach over and open the drawer at the bottom, grabbing a pack of kleenex.

“Hm.” Miko narrows her eyes, a frown forming on her face.

You give her a funny look and tilt your head to the side. "What's that face for?"

“You know I don’t especially enjoy it when you tease me so shamelessly.” She says.

You draw a sly smile. “And what are you gonna do about it?”

Miko chuckles, holding your chin between her index finger and her thumb. There’s something dangerous in her eyes, the sudden realization hits you that she has you exactly where she wants you.

“Demand a proper compensation, of course.” Her voice is soft like velvet, and you watch as she drops the towel to her feet, your eyes leveled right below her navel. You swallow. “It’s only fair that you make it up to me now, don’t you think?”

After a day of promoting the Funeral Parlor, Hu Tao has invited you to hang out at her place.

She is sitting on her bed, phone in her hand as she absentmindedly scrolls through it, and you think it’s the perfect time to pull a prank on her.

She’s even on the perfect position— Sitting on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other, not paying much attention to anything in particular.

You walk up to her and tie your hair back. Hu Tao eyes you curiously but she doesn’t fully focus her ember eyes on you until you kneel down in front of her.

“Oh?” She slightly opens her mouth when your hand comes to rest on her knee, successfully gaining her attention.

Reading the situation, Hu Tao immediately takes her one leg off the other and splits them, a quick smile making its way to her lips.

Instead of leaning closer to her though, you reach under the bed and grab a book that you had set there earlier.

“So here is where it was! How silly of me to lose it like that.” You say in a playful tone.

Hu Tao looks at the book and then at you, but she knows that smile all too well and she’s quick to understand that this was a prank.

She will have none of it, though.

She plops her thighs on your shoulders, her feet crossing behind your head, trapping you in place.

You blink twice, looking at her from between her legs. “I was just picking this up—“

Hu Tao leans back, a smug grin on her face. “Well, now you’re doing something else instead~”

You had been wanting to pull a prank on Shenhe for a while, mostly because you don’t know how she’d react at all, and the thought alone of Shenhe misinterpreting the situation is enough to push you to do it.

You find Shenhe sitting on your couch, reading one of the books she borrowed from you with utmost intent. You walk up to her swiftly, tying your hair back and plopping on the ground in front of her.

At first she doesn’t notice you being there because she’s engrossed in her reading. To gain her attention, you slowly hold one of her legs with your hand, your nails scratching at her calf as you make your way to her thigh.

Shenhe finally sets the book down and cocks her head at you, her winter eyes searching your face.

You stay still for a second, and then you push yourself off the ground and sit next to her.

Shenhe frowns. “Oh.”

“Is something wrong, Shenhe?” You tilt your head, an innocent expression in place.

“I thought this was going to be like the other times.” She says slowly, her brow furrowed as she thinks of the signs you gave her and how she misinterpreted them.

“Which other times?” You’re fighting the smile that attempts to bloom on your lips. She’s so cute, confused like that.

Shenhe turns to you, her winter eyes stern and serious when she opens her mouth.

“When you lick me down there.”

You flush from her words alone.

“Well— I was only tying my shoelaces.” You say, rising one feet to show her.

“I see.” Shenhe sounds a little disappointed. It would be mean of you to leave it like that now, wouldn't it?

“Unless…” You lean to her, moving your hand to caress her thigh. “Is that something that you want now?”

Shenhe seems pensive. If you didn’t know her better, you’d claim there’s a hint of embarrassment sitting behind her collected expression.

“Yes. I would like that.”

You’re at Jean’s office. She usually works very hard until very late, so you’re keen on keeping her company more often than not, even when most of the other knights have finished their shifts for the day.

Looking at her writing report after report, the evident crease between her brows, you can’t help but notice the stress of the day taking a toll on her.

In an attempt to lighten up her mood, you decide it’s a perfect time to pull a little prank on your girlfriend.

You pretend to drop something under her desk, letting out a small, Oh, silly me!

Jean watches from the corner of her eye how you disappear under the desk, crawling to her.

“Did you drop something, my love?” She looks down at you from your point between her parted legs. When she notices you sitting there, your hands on either side of her thighs and that glint in your eyes she’s learned to recognize, Jean flushes.

She looks left and right. “...Oh. Are we— In the office? This is hardly the place for—”

“Here it is!” You say, now with a pencil in your hand.

“Ah. Yes, of course. You dropped the pencil, yes.” Jean nods her head frantically, her cheeks tinted red. “You can get up from there now, it must be uncomfortable.”

You draw a smile, placing your elbows on her thighs, looking up at her. You think it’s sweet how she’s looking after you even in this situation.

“You have been working the whole day, Jean. You must be very stressed.” You say, and she reluctantly nods to your words. “Since I’m already here, do you mind if I help you out a bit?”

Jean swallows hard, feeling your hands on either side of her knees parting her legs. She looks at the door and makes a mental note to get a lock.

“Alright.” Jean says, low and bashful. “I’ll be in your care.”

You are getting ready to go out for the night, Ayato insisted that he had good news and he wanted you, Thoma and Ayaka together to celebrate over dinner.

“Are you ready yet?” Thoma asks you. “It’s still early, but if we arrive at the restaurant first we can get the nicest table.”

“I’m pretty sure Ayato has already booked the nicest table, don’t you think?” You chuckle at your boyfriend being nervous.

“Ah. You’re probably right.” He chuckles too. “Should we head off, then?”

“Just a second.” You say. “Hold very still.”

You lower yourself in front of him, dragging your hands on either side of his waist very slowly, then off his legs, kneeling in front of him.

Thoma immediately blushes.

“What are you…?” He looks at the ceiling, his cheeks burning, waiting for your touch. “Should we— Should we be doing this now…?”

“Doing what, baby?” You smile up to him. “You had your shoelace untied, so I tied it for you.”

“My shoelace— Oh. I see.” He chuckles nervously. “Thank you, my heart. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Whatever were you thinking?” You press a kiss to his hip bone, a sly smile on your lips.

Thoma is quick to catch on.

“You know I love it when you tease me, my love.” He says, placing his hands on your head and caressing your hair softly. “But we don’t want to be too late.”

“We won’t be too late. Just a little late is fine, right?”

You smile, your fingers finding the zipper of his pants, and he’s never learned how to say no to you.

She is sitting on her couch, eyes closed and her fingers massaging her temples. She lets out a long sigh. Another day, another time Shinobu had to break her boss out of the Tenryou Commission prision. With your help, of course.

You tie your hair back and plop on the ground in front of her. She’s so tired she hasn’t even noticed you’re there.

It’s not until you gently run your fingers up her calves that she notices you are kneeling in front of her.

Her cheeks grow a light shade of pink, and she leans back on the couch, her eyes pinned on you.

You move your hand from her calves to her knees and she obediently spreads her legs, looking down at you.

You feel slightly bad that you’re playing with her even though she’s this tired, but not bad enough to stop. You grab your phone that you have purposely dropped under the couch and hold it up, a smile on your face.

“Finally found it!” You say.

Shinobu raises her eyebrows, realization hitting her; and she’s quick to cross her legs, a frown on her face.

“What’s wrong, babe?” You innocently tilt your head.

“I thought you were gonna—” She sighs, running her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. This was a prank, wasn’t it? You spend way too much time with the boss.”

“I’m sorry.” You chuckle, pressing a kiss to her knee. “It was a prank, but I can eat you out if you want me to. No more pranks, I promise.”

Shinobu eyes you warily, her lilac eyes sharp on yours.

“Sure.” She says, and a second later you feel her hands wrap around the back of your head. You feel butterflies in your stomach. “I will make sure you stay true to your words.”

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hellotherekenobi · 1 year

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Temptation’s Kiss.

Summary: the three times Obi-Wan almost kissed you and the one time he did.

Word Count: 6,762

Dedicated to my kid sister @kyber-crystal!! Love you!

CW/TW: Obi-Wan’s POV; super light angst but mostly fluff; mentions of blood & injury; my Clone OC makes a reappearance; I’m addicted to using Star Wars slang.

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As a Jedi, Obi-Wan is accustomed to rules. No attachments, keep the peace, and never give into the Dark Side. Simple enough and, as he believes, important rules to have. But after meeting you, he’s had to assert some of his own rules.

Don’t let this feeling fester, keep his composure, and most important of all don’t kiss you.

He’s never felt a temptation as strong as wanting to do something so dangerous since knowing you. He’s been angry before—vengeful, even—but this was something entirely more difficult to withstand. It would be so easy, like nothing at all, to simply lean forward and press his lips to yours, but—no! He can’t.

He won’t.

Just, Maker please, stop giving him those eyes.

It’s not even deliberate, that’s the issue. You have no idea how that look of yours makes Obi-Wan’s knees weak. How butterflies start swarming in the pit of his stomach the moment you look at him from under your lashes with parted lips. Maker, he’s losing himself.

The moment itself isn’t tempting, which makes this harder. He wasn’t exactly expecting for his heart to lurch out of his chest when you stepped closer to him. All he had done was hold your lightsaber out to you when you were about to leave the training room without it. You walked over to him quickly, thanked him under your breath, and as soon as your fingers touched the hilt and his skin, you gave him that soul-dividing look.

He could split in half having you look at him like that. You whisper his name and that isn’t helping in the slightest, especially as he’s lost his breath and so no reply can form even if he wants one to.

Don’t you know that you’re tearing him from the inside out with just your eyes?

Finally, you speak. “You’re always looking out for me.”

That brings him down from whatever numbered cloud he was perched upon, now swallowing enough to gain his voice. “Well, you really shouldn’t lose this.”

“I know,” you smile. “You’d kill me.”

“Well, I don’t think it’s me who you’d have to worry about.”

Obi-Wan nods his head up and you hold his gaze for a moment, totally cheerful, before turning around to see he motioned over at Master Yoda down the hallway; not near enough to hear or, probably, see you both, but still there.

“You’re right about that, I’m afraid,” chuckling, you look back at him and the wind is knocked from him again. “All the more agreeable for you since I bested you in our match.”

“Now, hold on,” he wags a finger and you laugh. “You said best two out of three.”

“I did.”

“That was two. You’ve yet to beat me a third time.”

“Ah, but, Obi-Wan,” you step nearer to him. “You just admitted I’ve beaten you twice already.”

His heart is pounding in his chest and he’s worried it’s going to make an ugly splatter down his robes if you catch him off guard one more time. Around you, he feels boyish. He finds himself irrational and blushing. Maker, hopefully you never catch the tint on his cheeks. Though, he must thank you; he’s never smiled so much before since knowing you.

And you seem to always be smiling at him, too. He does hope that it’s not all in his head, though. He really hopes that incandescent smile of yours is meant for him.

“Well,” he gradually finds his voice. “It would be rather foolish of me not to recognize your skill.”

“My thoughts exactly,” you glow, reaching forward to straighten the fold in his tunic.

Please don’t feel how fast his heart is beating. Please.

“A match for another time, though,” you draw your hand back. “I’m already late as it is.”

Obi-Wan nods, placing a hand where yours just was. Only briefly to feel the warmth there. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“Of course, you will,” there’s laughter on your lips, shaking your head at him giddily.

He might cave in at just the sound alone. You’re so ethereal, so golden. Every room is lit up by you and he finds himself like a moth drawn to a flame. Curious and wondering how it might feel to burn himself. Would he taste your laughter amongst the blaze?

Your hand catches his wrist, squeezing gently. “Meet me here at sundown.”

“Of course,” he says, though what he means is anything for you.

Stable breath finally leaves his lungs when you happily turn out of the room, walking fast down the hallway. He’s too eager about seeing you again this evening that he knows his attention will be less than usual as he goes about his errands for the day.

Still, distracted by you is not a bad way to spend his time.

It’s bashful to admit that his thoughts are mostly occupied by you, regardless. For a Jedi with a Code to follow, the mere thought of you is much an effective motivator.

But he’s always been this way. Whether he likes it or not, Obi-Wan knows that he’s a hopeless romantic. It comes in many forms—some with how beautiful he sees such things like nature, the ocean, and the stars, and some with moments like younglings laughing on the grass, or a brother reaching out a hand for support. Many things he romanticizes. It just so happens that amongst all things, you’re the one his heart is set on.

The training room looks much different in a sunlit glow; everything casted over in deep orange. The morning felt cool, but there’s a warmth here now as the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon.

He’s been idly swinging the hilt of his lightsaber back and forth, eyes focused on the sunset. Too deep in thought to feel the presence behind him, though he should feel it, that he jumps a fraction when your hand meets his shoulder.

And dear Maker, you’re laughing at him again.

“You’re prepared this time?” Says you, smiling at him with a hint of sarcasm to your words.

Obi-Wan bows some, just enough to have you chuckling.

“Oh, yes. The question is, are you?”

“I suppose we’ll find out,”

Your cloak is thrown over to the side where Obi-Wan’s already lies and you’re stepping to your spot on the floor, watching him eagerly as you extend your lightsaber and it ignites ablaze. He grins at your enthusiasm and within a breath, you’re at each other.

It probably shouldn’t be something he admits to himself, but Obi-Wan quite enjoys sparring with you. There’s a thrill in the way the two of you reflect and deflect each other. An enticing energy of knowing that either of you won’t actually strike the other, though it’s possible. A tempestuous feeling of being close.

Almost like a dance, you and Obi-Wan spin around each other, outstretching hands, dipping beneath the other, and flowing like water until one of you acts the rock that stops the movement.

His boot catches your calf in a childish manner of comically tripping you, yet it’s at such an angle that your whole body tips forward, dropping with the weight of how his action hinders your stability.

If you were Anakin, in all honesty, Obi-Wan would have let you fall. But you’re gasping at the drop and he feels frantic to prevent you from hurting yourself, so he dips quicker than you fall to catch you in his arms. Hastily, however, that he loses his footing in the process and you’re both smacking against the tiles of the training room, your lightsabers retracted and rolling toward the wall.

The only fortune in that is how Obi-Wan goes tumbling first, effectively cushioning your fall straight onto his chest. But his head knocks against the floor, not enough to cause a contusion, but enough to make a sound that has your hand flying straight to the base of his neck from behind.

“Oh,” you worry, eyes direct on him. “Are you alright?”

He offers a smile, though there’s a throbbing in his head now.

“I’m fine. Are you?”

“Well, you caught me before I could be the one to smack my head against the floor, so, yes.”

Obi-Wan hums. “I might be regretting that now.”

There’s a slight huff to your smile as you help him sit straight, still close enough that at least some part of him is touching you. In this case, his legs are against your hips as you peer over his shoulder, your fingers still at the base of his neck and now flittering through his hair.

“I don’t feel a bump,” you say, inspecting the hurt area.

He wonders why you don’t sit behind him, since you’re practically draped over his shoulder at this point.

“Aren’t you lucky?”

You mean in reference to the fact that his head isn’t swelling but his mind nags at him that it’s because he’s able to touch you so closely.

“How come you dove for me?” You ask, sitting back to look him in the eyes. “You would have won if you let me fall.”

“Well,” he swallows. “I was hardly playing fair.”

“True, but,” you’re whispering now, “that doesn’t answer my question.”

His answer, if he were to be honest, would be hazardous. To tell you that he cares for you so deeply that even in a friendly match he would risk his own safety just to assure yours would not only speak of the secret to you but go against the Code he’s been following since before he can remember.

“Truth be told,” he starts. “I don’t want to be responsible for the injury of a fellow Jedi.”

“Ah,” you chuckle. “So, you were saving your skin.”

“And hurt my skin in the process.”

You give him a sympathetic smile, rubbing again at his head. His hair’s a mess, surely, if not by the fall then by how keenly he was sparring. Wisps along his forehead, no longer combed back as neatly as he does every morning. You don’t seem to mind, though.

In fact, you’re quite intent on soothing his pain. When Obi-Wan realizes that’s all you’ve been doing for the last minute, he brings a hand up to your own still in his hair and he gently rubs at your skin with his thumb, hoping that the gesture enough will stir you awake from whatever thought you’re buried in.

It does nothing. No, actually, you give him an even softer smile. This time, looking him in the eyes. It makes his heart do a summersault in his chest when it suddenly dawns on him that you’re both sat on the floor, legs pressed against each other, your hand in his hair and his hand on yours, and neither of you seem content to move.

His temptations are flooring him again and Obi-Wan is reminding himself of the rules he’s made, but that prior feeling is so much more powerful and even more harder to resist.

The air feels thinner and he thinks the only solution be your lips, if he were to press his own against them he might be able to breathe. He’s tipping, similar to when he caught you, instead this time he’s leaning for your touch, close to tearing down those rules of his.

Except just the mere mention of the rules, now more tangible as he watches you lean as well, gives him enough reason to stop himself before he starts. Though, he desperately wants to give in. Yet, he’s in the Jedi Temple of all places! This, as much as it is craved by his heart, is something he can’t let himself risk.

He places a hand on your shoulder before he can fall into it anymore, giving you a smile to ward away any confusion. Not that you were truly leaning into him, though. He must have been imagining it.

“Perhaps another time,” he says, meaning the fight but slipping the forbidden kiss between the words as well.

He’s assured no harm is done when you smile at him in reply, but there’s that glint in your eyes he knows too well.

“I won’t fall next time, Obi-Wan. I assure you that.”

Believe it, he’s already fallen.

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As much as Obi-Wan is a fighter, he can’t deny that he rather enjoys quiet days. Such as now where he sits with his friends on a sunny afternoon, overlooking the gardens of Naboo.

Granted, it was a mission which was his reason for being here in the first place, but it was rather easy and with so many helpful hands it was sorted by lunch time. Padmé, ever the gracious host, insisted everyone stay for something to eat and when he felt his stomach growl at the mere mention of food, Obi-Wan couldn’t say no.

Anakin is sitting next to Padmé on his left and across on the other side is you and Riggs, a brave clone trooper and friend. Obi-Wan has always relished in the sound of your laughter, even feeling quite accomplished when he makes you smile, so your joy is something contagious as Riggs tells another one of his infamous stories.

“You’re always getting yourself into trouble,” you chuckle, nudging Riggs in the shoulder.

He laughs, brows raising in defense.

“Me?” He counters. “Says you, sparky. Should I tell everyone about our time on Bar’leth?”

Obi-Wan doesn’t miss the way you flare at that, shaking your head at Riggs in what is most likely supposed to be a subtle motion but it’s pretty obvious to anyone paying attention.

Your reaction only seems to spur Riggs on, who smiles wider than a Cheshire cat.

“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” Anakin pitches in, leaning on the table with his elbow. “Care to share?”

“No,” you shake your head, looking from Riggs to Anakin. “It’s a very boring story, honestly.”

“Let them be the judge of that,” Riggs nudges your arm like you had done to him earlier. “It started off as a basic recon mission. We were going to spend the night when—”

“Riggs.”

He’s chuckling at your attempts to shut him up and Obi-Wan, silently watching the whole thing, starts to get this fire burning in the pit of his stomach that he’s not used to.

“The night?” He asks, cautiously. “Together?”

“Oh, yeah,” Riggs nods, facing Obi-Wan and gesturing with his hands. “Have you seen the way this one sleeps? Trust me, I’ve got pictures—”

The rest of his sentence gets swallowed down with the slice of cake you suddenly shove into his mouth, muffling whatever else he was ready to say.

“Have you tried the cake?” You ask, voice spikey. “I think the cake is delicious. Anyone want a piece?”

Padmé and Anakin are laughing, happily accepting your offer for some dessert. Riggs chuckles through a cough when he tries to consume the cake piece in his mouth in one gulp, and you’re slapping down on his back to help him but your lips are drawn in a tight line and Riggs makes a noise of pain.

“Obi-Wan?” Comes your voice, eyes on him.

He’s startled out of his trance—having been so focused on the way that despite the story you don’t want told, you’ve moved closer to Riggs—and finds himself confused on why you’ve called his name.

You smile, gesturing down at the table. “Do you want some cake?”

“Oh,” he breathes out, shaking his head. “No, thank you. I couldn’t eat another thing. I think I’ll go for a walk.”

“Now?” Anakin asks, eyeing his master with that brotherlike inspection. “Where are you going?”

“Just around,”

It’s more so a rushed answer as he excuses himself from the table, turning on his heel and ignoring the gazes set on him by everyone who watches him leave.

Being quick about it is probably not the best as hastiness, especially when running from something, is a clear identifier of offense. But he had to get away, strangely. That fiery feeling in his stomach grew too hot when he saw how cozy you and Riggs were sitting beside each other, and it felt like the flames were going to spill out from his mouth.

He’s never felt like this before. It’s scary, for one thing, that he can even experience a feeling that isn’t in his vocabulary, though there’s a storm over his head that tells him exactly what it is he just felt and why exactly he pushed himself away from the scene.

Though he flees, Obi-Wan does admire the Naboo gardens as he walks. Everything here is so vibrant; the water, the grass, the flowers, the fruit, the tastes and smells. If Obi-Wan convinces himself enough, he can believe this planet to be paradise.

Even so, it seems he can’t be alone for long.

“Obi-Wan,” he hears you call, and acting the fool, he runs.

Not as if he were being chased, but just quick enough to dip behind the large hedge and hide himself.

He sees you a moment later, walking down the path he was on a moment before with a small plate in your hand and a slice of cake sitting on it. Oh, how his heart melts at the sight of you.

What he thinks is going to happen is that you’ll look around, find him nowhere in sight, and keep on walking, or return to the others. At first, he thinks he’s correct as you stop in your place and look around the garden. But then you huff, something irritated, and march over to the hedge he’s crouched behind, shoving a fist through the foliage that meets him on the other side.

“Ow!” He cries, rubbing at his chest where you punched him.

“I knew you were there,” you say, stepping around it to face him. “Why did you hide?”

Obi-Wan pouts at the ache in his chest. You can land one hell of a punch.

“I wanted to be alone,” he says, not missing the way there’s a crease forming between your brows.

“Sorry,” you say it so softly, it almost breaks his heart. “You left so suddenly, I thought something must be wrong. So, I brought you a slice.”

Now, Obi-Wan feels guilty. All that surge of emotions prompted him to speak without really thinking first.

“I appreciate it,” he says, stepping forward to take the plate from your hand.

He doesn’t get ahold of it, though, as your hand grabs his wrist, pulling him alongside you as you walk across the garden. He’s stammering, asking you what you’re doing, but you just lead him with you over to a bench under a blossoming canopy, sitting down with a huff.

The plate is placed down beside you and to Obi-Wan’s dismay it is on the furthest side.

“You know you can tell me anything,” you say.

It’s truthful and Obi-Wan knows it, nodding with what you say. But he can’t find the words to tell you what’s on his mind. Or, rather, what’s on his heart. That’s the most embarrassing of all. The fire he felt is something he doesn’t want to utter aloud, but knows its reasoning. He’d rather keep it concealed.

When it seems you grow impatient at his silence, you shuffle toward him, sitting closer, and hold your hands out.

“Come on,” you wave them. “Meditate with me.”

Meditating sounds a lovely respite, however, he knows where his thoughts are heading. This will make matters worse, especially if you manage to hear him.

“No, thank you. I’m afraid I’m far from focused right now. I just needed some air.”

“While we sat outside?” Your brow raises with the tone of your voice, eyeing him suspiciously. “No cake, no meditating, and giving me some bantha fodder excuse... what’s wrong, really?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. “You shouldn’t say that.”

Not like he’s been much of a saint with his vocabulary but, still, there is a matter of propriety he’s trying to maintain.

It doesn’t deter you, though. You sigh, reaching for him again. This time, holding his arms, leaning forward like you’re trying to peek behind his eyelids.

“Was it something I did?”

“No,” he’s quick to say it. “No, not you. That’s impossible.”

You smile at him, short and prideful. “Then how can I make things better, Obi-Wan? How can I help you?”

Everything you say sounds so beautiful, so tempting. If he knew there’d be no repercussions, he’d fall right into you. He’d let you hold him, knowing that even something as simple as that can cure him from his unnecessary saddling.

What he wants from you will not help him, though he wants to give into it. You’re so close to him again like that evening in the training room and he finds himself falling into what could be described as nostalgia even though the memory is not that far away.

He feels drawn-in again, a buzzing on his lips in yearning to press them against your own. Maker, you’re looking at him with those deep eyes and he’s losing his sense of control once more. The atmosphere aids in sweltering those feelings even more, sitting in such a romantic setting.

Moving does nothing to deter himself, he realizes. As soon as he shifts slightly, his hands drawing down your arms to settle in place where your hands are on him, he finds the space between you is more minimal than what it should be.

He wants to. He really wants to. But he knows he can’t.

“You can do me one favor,” he says, and your alertness is admirable. “Pass me the cake?”

You laugh, leaning backward when he says it and he’s freed from the closeness you both shared. With a smile on your lips, Obi-Wan understands how the fire in his stomach ignited from the way he loves making you laugh and, apparently, hates it when someone else can do it better than he can.

“If it helps,” you shake your head, picking up the plate, “then I’ll happily save you a slice.”

He’s done the same for you. Not with cake, but with his heart.

─────── ⋯ ───────

Dark clouds are swirling in the sky as the rain pours down heavily, almost making it hard to see. Obi-Wan is growing tired of running but he knows he can’t stop. Not unless he wants to be captured. Not unless he ever wants to see you again.

Getting ambushed on a mission is not exactly top five of the things Obi-Wan likes to experience, but being in the thick of it was simply his style. Where else would he be, really, if not right where it’s all happening, right in the danger?

Anakin was somewhere with Rex and Ahsoka, aiding one side of the battle, while Obi-Wan and yourself were fighting on this side. In the height of all of it, though, you both were separated. He knows you can handle yourself but he can’t help from worrying. After all, even in a playful spar, he’s making sure you don’t get hurt.

He’s fortunate enough to find coverage somewhere secluded, away from any prying eyes. Fortunate to catch his breath as he slides his lightsaber against his hip, leaning his head on the pillar and seeing his breath fanning in the air by how cold it is.

He knows he can’t stay here long. He needs to keep moving, otherwise they’ll find him. It’s not the best place to hide, anyhow, as the only thing keeping him from being seen is this pillar, and the rain is wafting down to where he is that he’s still getting wet. Less than standing under the sky, but not enough to bother wiping his brow.

There’s a pressure in the air before he sees a face, but he knows it’s coming quick enough to get his hand prepped on his lightsaber hilt, one move from drawing it.

Then, “Obi-Wan,”

It’s your voice and he turns to watch you slink behind the pillar further down, each pillar standing in a line, pressing your back up against it.

“Thank the stars,” he says under his breath, turning to lean on his shoulder. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “No. Are you?”

“No more than usual.”

When you raise your brow at him, he chuckles. It’s short-lived due to the tightness in his chest from having run for so long, still breathing heavily.

Same as him, you’re soaked from head to toe. You attempt to squeeze some water out of your robes but with the rain sweeping past the pillars, it doesn’t do much. With a sigh, you seem to also be delaying to rest, even for a short moment.

“So much for an easy mission,” you shake your head.

Obi-Wan grins. “Are they ever?”

“I suppose you’re right. Oh—” you click your fingers and he doesn’t fear the noise, knowing that the rain is covering up your voices. “What about Naboo? That was a piece of cake.”

He stares at you a moment, furrowing his brows some. There’s a chuckle ready to pour out from his mouth at any second, but it’s holding its place as he ponders.

“Was that a pun?” He asks.

You smile, ever so eagerly. “Of course.”

He lets the chuckle die, not necessarily being a big fan of puns, much to the dismay of one Anakin Skywalker.

“Well,” he confesses, “it’s nice to know you still have your sense of humor in situations like this.”

“And I’ve still got you.”

He smiles some, watching the droplets of water running down your face. It instinctually has him wiping at his forehead.

“As I have you.” He says.

You nod, peering behind the pillar. “Always.”

It won’t always be like this, though. Will it? Times change and Obi-Wan has known them to change pretty quickly, so he can’t help but wonder how long this will last, whatever this is. He hates to think that you only see him as a friend or a fellow Jedi and nothing more when he sees you like the sun on a cloudy day.

What he would give for some sun right now. When this mission is over, he fears he’ll get a cold.

“Have you seen the others?” He asks, hopeful that you’ve accomplished more than him.

“Only from when we landed,” you tell him. “But Ahsoka reached me by comlink. They’ve almost swept their area so I told her to meet us here, then I came and found you.”

“Good thinking,” he breathes out, finally regaining a normal rhythm with the beating in his chest.

There’s a kick of wind amidst the storm and a plentiful amount of rain comes splashing past the pillars and crashing onto the ground by both your feet. It makes you jump, stepping to the side of the pillar you were hiding behind.

“This rain is relentless!” You cry, looking down at all the water that leaves a giant puddle. “My boots are soaked. I’ll have to get some new ones—”

Water doesn’t pour past the pillars this time but instead gunfire does. A singular shot cuts through the rain, nipping your arm and you yelp, and then the rest of the cavalry seemingly arrive as more and more shots are fired where you are standing out in the open.

Obi-Wan manages to spring into action after the first shot, luckily, and grabs ahold of the arm closest to him, tugging you over to his pillar and right up against his body, where he shields the sides of you with his arms.

The gunfire doesn’t cease and you flinch, burying your face into his robes. He can only think to hold onto you tightly so that not even an inch of yourself is peeking past the pillar, in order that you don’t get shot at again.

When the attacks quieten, leaving just the downpour to fill up the empty space, Obi-Wan tightens a hand on your shoulder.

“Looks like you were followed,” he grumbles, though he knows it’s not your fault.

Your hands go from resting on his chest to gripping tightly onto his arms, risking a glance to the side in what Obi-Wan assumes is trying to find where the gunfire came from.

“Mother of Kwath!” You rage. “I was so careful too.”

He feels it in him to berate you for using that kind of speech yet again, but decides better of it.

“No use fretting on the past,” Obi-Wan says, one hand drawing to your back. “How bad is it?”

Your face contours into concentration, looking like you’re trying to number the amount of soldiers adjacent to where you both stand. Any freedom the two of you had to spring back into action is gone now. At the moment, you’re cornered.

“I can only make out the front line,” you groan, slinking in his arms. “There’s a lot of them, though.”

Obi-Wan hums. “Let’s hope that the others come quickly. But I was asking about your arm.”

You glance up at him, paused for a moment, like what he said comes as a complete shock to you, if only for the second after he said it.

“Oh,” looking down at your arm, you shrug. “It’s a scratch.”

“Really?”

Obi-Wan’s hand at your shoulder comes down to rest at the reddened area on your arm, undoubtedly where the blood is seeping through from the gunshot wound. He’s gentle as he peels back the cut in your robes, now singed, to inspect the area.

True as you said, it’s essentially a scratch. But it must have nicked you more than what he thought it did since it’s bleeding quite heavily. Nothing a bandage won’t fix, yet it’s there.

“Your verdict?” You ask him.

For the first time since he grabbed you, he realizes just how close the two of you are. Looking into your eyes feels as if walking into a trap, and the words get lodged in his throat as you watch him under your lashes.

You really, really don’t know what that look does to him.

“You’ll live,” he says, though he thinks he’s dying.

Even more so when the gunfire kicks up again and you’re stepping closer on instinct, same as he with wrapping his arms around you, and with the jump you both make, your noses touch.

The firing and rain might as well fade into the background, that’s how focused Obi-Wan is on you right now. There’s a voice in the back of his head, screaming at him to pay attention, you idiot! But he’s so far gone. So far gone. There’s no hope in coming back from this now.

He feels your hands climb his shoulders, one on the back of his neck and the other at his cheek, and he shivers as if the cold is what makes him do that.

“Obi-Wan,” you speak. “There might not be a next time.”

He’s fearful for a moment that you’ve just heard his thoughts, or that he isn’t wearing as good a poker face as he believed. But that can’t be what you mean. Going out in a blaze of glory, surely, is what exactly you meant by those words.

Though he thinks they’ll haunt him for the rest of his life if you both make it out of here alive.

Which, so happens, turns out to be very possible as a flash of blue comes from behind the pillar and moments later, Ahsoka’s head is peeking around the corner.

“Let’s go, you two.” She says with a curious eye.

You’re out of his arms within a second, running behind Ahsoka to jump into the fight.

Obi-Wan, on the other hand, has to give himself a moment to breathe before he can pretend like he wasn’t just about to break one of his rules he so adamantly set up.

─────── ⋯ ───────

It’s been two weeks since the mission in the rain and Obi-Wan has been steadfast in taking every single mission thereafter that can put some distance between himself and you.

Even outside of the Order, if you and the others were going to spend time together, he’d give a curt “no, thank you” and some daft excuse and be as far away as possible from wherever everyone was going.

Maybe it’s a cowardly thing to do, since essentially Obi-Wan is running away, but with the temptations behind him already he feels like this is the only solution.

Anakin has asked about it, though. Ever the persistent friend, trying to uncover whatever Obi-Wan is hiding from him. He gets the same response every time—“There’s a war, Anakin.”—but none of it seem to deter him for very long.

Slowly, one by one, more people began to speak out about Obi-Wan’s behavior. Even Riggs. That was not a fun conversation. You too have tried to talk to him about it but he’s quick to make sure that you both have little to no interaction whatsoever, even if that means being a little harsh about it.

So, understandably, people were going to figure it out. Padmé, Anakin, Ahsoka, Rex, Cody, and Riggs have actually managed to talk to him. But you, on the other hand, have been evaded at every turn. Yes, it was obvious and everyone caught onto it. Now, Obi-Wan stays away from anyone he can (which doesn’t work well when you have Jedi duties to do.)

One day it happens. Obi-Wan is walking through the hangar bay to get to a ship for yet another solo missioned he accepted—though he really begged for it—and you’re waiting for him at the door of the vehicle, arms crossed and gaze set like stone against him.

Caraya’s Soul, you look scary like that.

He tries to play it casually, but in reality he’s beginning to sweat.

“Hello there,” he says, putting on a smile.

You don’t so much as grin at him. The ice cold front is not something he’s been a victim to with you before, and he pities whoever has.

“Let’s not dance around this, Obi-Wan.” Even your voice is far from cheerful. “Why are you avoiding me?”

The one thing he didn’t plan for, he now realizes, is the confrontation. He’s been running even from that.

“I’m sorry if you feel that way, but I promise I’ve only been doing my duty to the Order. I sometimes devote all my attention to it.”

Obi-Wan knows that’s the oldest lie in the book and it’s one of the most heartless lies as well, since he’s essentially flipping the blame onto you and hoping that you’ll take it and leave.

But you’re more persistent than that and Obi-Wan knows this, with the exception of you leaning off of the ship and stepping directly in front of him.

“You’re a kriffing liar, Obi-Wan.”

“You really shouldn’t say—”

“You’re ignoring me and I want to know why!”

That’s the most angered you’ve ever been around him and what hurts him is that he’s the one you’re angry at. He theorized that with his relentless avoidance that you could be upset, sad mostly, but angry wasn’t something he thought he’d come up against.

So, he does what he knows has worked so far. He runs away.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says it like he’s offended, stepping around you. “You’re imagining things.”

Your hand reaches out and grabs him by the arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stop lying to me, Obi-Wan. I know you better than you think and I can tell something’s wrong, and I can tell it’s to do with me.”

There’s hurt in your voice and Obi-Wan wants to wrap you in his arms like he caught you during training, or when he wanted to hold your hands in the Naboo gardens, or when he held you to him behind the pillar. All reasons why he wants to run to you and all reasons why he ran from you in the first place.

“We were so close,” you say. “What happened?”

He’s reminded of just how many good times there have been with you. All the times you both spent together—training, fighting alongside each other, drinking Jawa Juice in the silent hours of the morning when both of you should be asleep, and how with every joke he’d tell, you’d hold onto his arm like you haven’t heard anything funnier.

The grip you have on his arm now is not as pleasant as those times, though. He can feel it from your veins to his that you’re desperate.

“Let me in, Obi-Wan.” You whisper, turning toward him. “Won’t you, please?”

He’ll slip, he knows he will, if he lets you talk to him like that. He’ll fall even harder and ignore that voice in his head even more just from one look from you. Without so much as knowing it, you can reel him in by the simple gestures alone.

He can’t let himself get tangled in this. As the wielder of a blue lightsaber, he has to guard himself. Protect his heart from the dangers of loving you.

Pressing his hand down firmly on yours still holding tight to his arm, he pulls you off of him.

“There’s nothing to say.”

He sees your heart break when you frown at him, as if he threw the words right at you.

“Why are you doing this?” Your question presses him and there’s a waver to your voice that almost shatters him.

He sighs, aching through his bones. “I have to go.”

“Don’t hide from me,”

“There’s much I have to do—”

“You’re hurting my feelings.”

He groans within himself, screwing his eyes shut. “I mean no harm, I promise.”

“Then tell me I don’t matter.”

At once, his eyes open and he sees the damage he’s truly done. You’re crying silently, waiting for him to make it worse. The determination he had to rid your mark on him goes melting away to the floor, content on dissolving beneath his feet.

All the strength he has feels like it’s failing him. He can’t stay but he can’t bear to go. He’s splitting apart, ripping rigidly into two shapes he won’t be able to recognize once they separate.

Is it even possible that he can remain a whole without you in his life?

There is not even an ounce of him that can say the words you want him to speak, even if it’s a lie. Simply saying it would do more damage to him than you can possibly imagine.

He shakes his head. “I can’t do that.”

You raise your chin, frustrations seeping into the sadness of your gaze. “No, I want you to say it.”

“Why would you want that?”

“Because if you say it then I’ll let you leave.”

You’re tearing him apart with this, digging your fingers into his flesh. There is not an inch of him that detests you so, not even some part of him that finds one attribute of yours less than lovely. You’re everything to him.

“I can’t just let you go,” you say, lips trembling. “Because I love you too much. I have to hear you say that I don’t matter so that I don’t hold on for an explanation you’ll never tell.”

A weight drops on him, direct on his chest. It pushes and pushes and he loses his breath.

“You love me?”

The question feels so boyish but you look so sure, and it’s enough for him to forget every warning he’s ever told himself.

“I’ve always loved you.” You tell him.

That’s enough, he thinks, to break the dam. Nothing could penetrate his armor, he once thought, but you’ve done it with gentle fingers. With one touch, he dispels like smoke and with it go his rules.

He does what he held himself back from doing before, three times already. Obi-Wan reaches out, his hand on your cheek, and he leans closer than the two of you have ever been and he kisses you, deeply, sweetly, and achingly. He kisses you with sincerity. He kisses you with all the might he has remaining.

His affections pulse between your lips, flowing like electricity enough to spark you awake. Instantly, your arms are wrapped around him, pushing enough to make the space between you burst. It shatters so that only you two remain.

Obi-Wan kisses you now, knowing he’ll kiss you again tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day he knows he’ll spend the rest of his life with you, burying his lightsaber in the sand.

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#obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi-wan kenobi imagine #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan imagine #obi-wan kenobi fanfic #obi-wan fanfic #star wars imagine #star wars fanfic

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acesbelovedwife · 1 year

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"Stop looking at me with those eyes"

Portgas D Ace x fem reader fluff

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"Y-NNNNNN!" you head yelling on the deck from your freckled friend "I think he wants something from you" Izo stated "who knows" you smiled as you saw Ace run on the deck trying to find you "why don't you just go to him?" He asked "it's more interesting that way, don't you think? It's kinda cute seeing him all worked up about not being able to find me~" you smirked watching the man struggle "ah young love" Izo looked away and stared at the sea. "Marcoooooooo" Ace whined clinging to his phoenix friend "what do you want Ace, don't you have anything better to do than bother me?" Marco said annoyed trying to get Ace off of him "but I can't find y-n anywhereee" Ace pouted sitting on the floor "maybe she's busy or she just doesn't wanna hangout with a whining baby like you" Marco replied going back to his work "c'mon Marco help me out here!" "Just what's so important that you need to find her right here right now?" Marco sighed, Ace thought for a moment "I want to take y/n on a date..." He finally blurted out "finally, took you long enough" Marco sighed while kicking him out of the room "huh, what do you mean 'finally'?!" Ace yelled as he banged on the door. "Looking for someone?" a certain voice spoke as he stopped his actions "y/n!" He picked you up hugging you "hey, hey calm down it's just me!" You laughed at his actions "I finally found you, I wanted to ask you something" he started "oh? What is it firefly, it's sounds quite important~" you smirked, enjoying seeing him turn red "w-well I wanted to ask would you wanna look at the stars with me" my scratched the back of his head looking away embarrassed "are you asking me out on a date?" You asked shocked "I guess you can call that yeah" he whispered, you didn't expect him to ask that out of all things. He started looking worried at your silence so you quickly said "I'd love to Ace, I'll see you in the evening then?" He nodded as you walked away

When the evening came you found Ace already waiting for you in the back of Moby Dick staring at the sky lost in thought. As you came closer he heard your footsteps and smiled brightly at you making you feel butterflies in your stomach. You sat down next to him enjoying the silence watching the stars. You looked to the side and saw Ace staring at you with so much love behind his eyes "stop staring at me with those eyes" you looked away flustered "what eyes?" He smirked seeing you getting all shy because of him. "You supposed to look at the stars y'know..." "I am, at the ones in your eyes" you started laughing "you're so cheesy sometimes, you know" you kept on laughing "is that bad?" He chuckled bringing his arms around you giving you a gentle hug "not at all, I actually like it a lot" you looked up at him giving him a kiss surprising him for a second but after the small surprise he kissed you back laying you on the floor burying himself in your chest as the kiss ended.

For this one I got inspired by this video I found on twitter!

I'd also like to thank my friend Romi for giving me some ideas for this one. I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, english is my second language. Sorry if seems rushed! I hope you enjoyed reading, I'll try to make the next one longer (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

#ace x reader #ace x y/n #ace x you #one piece ace #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d. ace #portgas d. ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece fluff #ace fluff #portgas ace fluff #portgas d ace fluff #portgas d. ace fluff

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laskyy · 11 months

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Beach

Genre: fluff, collegestudent!Hunter, collegestudent!reader(GN), ft. Collegestudents!xikers

Contains: cuddling, just Hunter and reader being cuties

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Today you and your 10 best friends decided to head to the beach to unwind from all the stress college had been giving you.

As you all arrived you started setting towels on the sand and organizing your things. Almost everyone went to the sea, but you didn't really feel like it so you just sat on a towel looking over your friends.

"You're not going?" Asked a sweet voice behind you.

"No, I'd rather just sit here resting, you know?" You answered looking up at Hunter.

"Ah, are you that worn out from college?" Hunter asked while he sat down on a towel next to you.

"Well, yes but I just want to rest here and look at you guys having fun, so you can go to them if you want! I'll be fine I promise!"

"And leave you here alone with your thoughts? No way, I'm staying with you!" He said while giving you a sweet smile and sitting closer to you.

"Alright if you insist." You said smiling back at him.

He then tried to get you to talk about what was on your mind and eventually you told him.

"It's just that I feel like everyone is doing so well in their classes and I'm barely passing, it really makes me wonder if I made the right choice? But it's stupid i guess."

"It really isn't, I guarantee you! And about everyone seeming like they have it together, they don't! As much as everyone likes their major there are always problems. Take me for example, I love my classes, but am I acing them? Absolutely not, I am also barely passing, but am I trying my best? Yes, and so are you! You put so much effort in everything you do and I promise it's going to pay off!" Hunter said as he gave you a soft smile and opened his arms to engulf you in a hug.

"You always know what to say and how to say it! Thank you for making me feel comfortable." You said as you let him squeeze you a little bit tighter.

As the afternoon progressed you and Hunter kept talking about your troubles and various random topics.

At one point you guys were just joking around and Hunter put his arm around your shoulder making your face heat up slightly.

And he didn't stop being touchy there, eventually he put his head in your chest, layed down there and kept talking to you as if nothing happened. Although you were finding it difficult to concentrate you tried your best to act as normal as you could.

You were so in your own bubble that you forgot the guys were in the beach with you, only noticing them when they got back from the sea.

"See guys I told you it was them, not some random couple!" You heard Seeun exclaim as all of them got closer to you and Hunter.

"You got us confused, we thought you were a couple, we almost didn't come here!" Minjae said flailing his arms around.

"Hey don't exagerate" Hunter said with a teasing smirk in his face.

"Oh Y/n is enjoying this!" Junmin said letting out a squeal.

"I litterally said nothing" you answered looking at your lap.

"Don't tease them, instead let's eat I'm tired and hungry." Junghoon said as he gritted his teeth while looking at Hyunwoo.

"What did I do?" Hyunwoo asked.

"Well you didn't exatcly warn me you were going to get up on my shoulders and refuse to get off for almost TWO HOURS?"

The two boys kept bickering while the rest joined and got your stuff so you could go eat dinner.

"Hey, are you alright? You haven't said much since they came back." Hunter said putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Yeah I'm just sleepy and hungry."

"Are you sure?" He said looking at you with those puppy eyes of him.

"Yeah I'm sure" you said giving him a weak smile.

"Let's get going then" he said offering his hand which you gladly took.

You got to the restaurant you guys were having dinner at and sat down next to Hunter who was still holding and caressing your hand.

During dinner you kept thinking about the many things Hunter made you feel today with some of them being butterflies in your stomach and a nice warmth in your chest you hadn't felt for the boy before.

Sure you thought he was beautiful but that was it, you didn't think of him in a romantic way...until now.

You snapped out of your thought when the boys started getting up and then you got up too.

"I'll take you home." Hunter said quietly to you as he started to walk with you before the other boys could get ahold of you.

During the walk you were able to loosen up a bit more and you came to the conclusion that you couldn't ruin what you had with Hunter so you had to keep your feelings to yourself.

"Well we're here!" You said smiling at Hunter but not quite knowing how to say goodbye eventhough you had been friends for years.

"Good night!" Hunter said as put his arms around your waist and hugged you tight.

Your mind went completely blank but your arms seemed to have a mind of their own because they naturally wrapped around Hunter's neck.

You two stayed in the hug for some time with Hunter pulling you closer every minute or so and softly swaying you around.

"Ayo is that Hunter and Y/n?" You heard Sumin ask loudly.

Right he lives in front of you, and of course the others just had to bring him home.

You both broke the hug and all of them started to walk towards you both.

"So are you guys a thing or?" Yujun asked with a smile on his face.

"Yeah we want all of the details!" Jinsik said with a mischievious look on his face.

"And you didn't even tell us?" Yechan said faking being hurt.

"We're not dating ... yet" Hunter whispered the last word but you all heard it.

"Wha-"

"Oh would you look at the time? I have to get my beauty sleep! Let's go guys!!" Hunter said in a rush as he pushed the guys in front of him and when they were somewhat far he came running to you.

"Tomorrow meet me at the beach at 3 pm please!" He said as bumped his nose with yours softly.

"HUNTER COME ON!" Minjae yelled.

"COMING! Goodnight y/n" he said as he kissed your lips softly for some time.

When he pulled away he gave you a dazed smile and bumped his nose with yours "we'll have more time tomorrow."

"I'm looking forward to tomorrow!" You said while smiling.

"Me t-"

"HUNTER I SWEAR TO GOD!"

"Alright I really have to go! Bye cutie!" He pecked your lips and bolted to meet the guys before Minjae could scold him again.

Boy you couldn't wait for tomorrow!

#xikers #hunter #papungkorn lertkiatdamrong #hunter fluff #hunter xikers #xikers fluff

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glitteryapricotranchbiscuit · 1 year

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Diluc x Power bottom reader :P Diluc on top of the reader in prone bone position with a leash, while the reader is yanking on the leash. Giving him permission of fuck them like an animal

This one was a hard one to write 🙈 but i hope you still enjoy it <3

!● warnings: gn!reader, power bottom reader, slight sub!diluc, very smut, NO MINOR ❌ or I’ll eat u alive

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You were bouncing up and down Diluc’s hard length for a while now. Filling the air with lewd sounds of wet skins crashing to each other. Both of your voices mixed in together while you were definitely the loudest one. Diluc’s moans were much rougher, almost not hearable. Maybe you can drive him today crazy for your ass and make him growl louder for you. “Do you like how I bounce on your dick, Master?” As soon as you said Master Diluc’s mind stopped for a second. He was clouded with the thoughts of going faster, but as soon as he was trying to fuck himself into you. You tucked on the leash which was attached to his collar around his throat while you stopped your motions on his dick. “Ah, no, I decided how you fuck me tonight, Master. We agreed on it, didn't we?” You chuckled while watching his reaction. Completely blushing hard, while his cheeks and dick were burning to thrust back in. He let out a low growl and nod. Not able to respond. He was laying on his back and caressed your body, touching and circling around areas he knew would drive you crazy. After a while, you lean down to him and kiss him on the forehead. “Good Master, listening to your needy little servant~” You let out a happy sigh and rock your hip again. Enjoying the sensation while Diluc stayed still watching your satisfied expression. Closing his eyes, he just concentrated on your inner walls and the warmth it comes with. The more you squeezed on his length, you heard a low growl from him, concentrating not to cum yet. “S-shit, (y/n)” His eyes now half-lidded looking at you. Asking without words for more. He needed to touch you and feel you around him. The warmth you are giving, he just wants to hold you in a big hug. But with another harsh tug on the leash, your hips circling on his dick. Grinding it hard, moaning out his name. You know he wanted the hug, but you felt too good, too gone to fulfill his wish. Edging the good sensation, not wanting to cum yet. One of you both will lose soon enough and it does seem like Diluc is losing. Since he wasn’t allowed to touch you while you rode him crazy. His fists grabbing on the bed sheets beside him, holding back to ram into your little cute ass. “P-please…” His voice cracked when he started to beg very low, almost not hearable. With a dark smile, you lean down and kiss him on the cheek. “What was that, Master?” Your bodies were almost touching. Sending him shivers down his spine, unable to hold on anymore. It broke him how slow you went on him right now. He looked into your eyes. It was burning with love and passion. “I said, please… ah, p-please let me hug you.” How can you deny this? Sending right butterflies into your stomach. Giving in, you gave him a passionate kiss which ended up with Diluc embracing you. At this point, the energy between you and him switched and now he was in charge. Pulling you down into the hug, he started ramming his length inside of you. “Ah! F-fuck, n-not that fast!” It was clear for Diluc that both of you were so close to release, so he did his best to breath and growl into your ear while fucking you merciless. With every thrust, you could feel the liquid from your juices and his pre-cum coming out. Both of you were panting and moaning, so close to release. “Wanna come together, (y/n)”, he said and kissed you on the shoulder, buried his face into it. With another thrust inside of you, he came with a sigh. His breaths give you the rest of your own pleasure to release too. Feeling his seed coming out of you while he rode the last thrust of his orgasm into you before stopping his squeezing hug. Giving you a kiss filled with love.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin diluc #diluc smut #diluc x reader #glitterystuff

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twst-drabbles · 6 months

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Antas and Valenio 1

Summary: You set off into the woods simply for the fun traveling. Valenio follows because he wants to pick a specific flower for his upcoming opera performance. And Antas tags along presumably for the sake of keeping you company.

(Ah, been a while since I've looked at my creations! Have at them and give them plenty of compliments please.)

It wasn’t really something you planned, this hiking trip.

“So,” you jumped over a big root only to have your pants snag on a branch, “woah!”

Luckily, Valenio caught you by the shoulder, though the strength in his hand made your joint creak a bit. He helped you down on the other side, muttering a deep, “Careful.”

“I told you that you should’ve gotten some hiking boots,” tutted Antas as he floated right over your head, facing towards the foliage covered sky with his arms behind his head, as though in a private pool, “Little humans with their little ground bound selves are going to trip over nature’s biological chaos.”

It’s odd to you, really, to see him wear the face of Crowley and yet none of his usual clothing. It was a simple ruffle front shirt with the dark pants of his uniform and thigh high boots. Barely any of his usual effort, as though this really was just relaxing at home.

Meanwhile you and Valenio were pretty much sweating through your clothes. Well, more Valenio than you. It seems he’s still not used to the warmer temperatures of the surface world, especially compared to the deep sea.

“Yeah yeah, I hear you,” you waved, dismissing him as you check the damage on your pants. Nothing wrong, just a loose thread. Yes, it was dumb of you to travel this far into the woods but to fair, you were going in a straight line. And Valenio’s with you so it’s not as if you’re alone. “Anyways, Valenio, mind telling me more about the flower you’re looking for?”

“Rude,” Antas scoffed, but you can hear the amusement in his voice and feel his carapace hands patting your head. You didn’t stop him and kept walking.

Valenio hummed and reached into his bag. He pulled out a worn journal with an odd bone pen sticking out from the pages. “It’s called the Lucretia’s Wine Glass. Named not for its peculiar shape that gathers its nectar in, but after a winemaker woman that shared a glass of her most precious wine with her lover. Supposedly the drops spilled gave birth to this flower.”

“Oh my, how romantic,” Antas flipped in the air, now on his stomach, his legs swinging about as he propped up his chin, “And familiar. Isn’t that story the subject of your next performance, dear Valenio?”

“Oh so that’s the theme,” Valenio didn’t really tell you much beyond the date, “how cute. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Valenio coughed into his hand, “It’s… overly sentimental. And… I didn’t want to give a wrong impression.”

“There’s nothing wrong with choosing a romantic opera piece, though,” you said with a light touch of laughter.

Antas flew down and whispered, “he likely thought you wouldn’t like it. Tell me, how many students in this college would be willing to sit down and listen to something as overly sappy as The Winemaker’s Glass Gift?”

Not many. Not many at all.

“Don’t whisper as though I can’t hear you. Even with all the noise, I’ve learned to distinguish them just fine.” Valenio sighed out as he slide down a rock structure.

“Whoops, sorry.”

“So,” you gestured in front of you, “why the flower hunt?”

“Because…” Valenio paused and you stopped as well. Poor man had a hand pressed against the tree. He reached into his bag, pulled out a flask and poured its contents all over his head, “That’s better. Because, the story is about love, dedication, and devotion. It’s a beautiful piece, and I feel it would bring me closer to this song if I had this flower to perform with.”

Well then, no wonder so many Pomefiore students both admire him, despite this barely concealed fear.

“Well, I hope you find that flower then,” you looked up, “though, what about you? Why are you here?”

An aura of glittering butterfly scales lapsed into view, rendering the woods still for just a moment before the winds brushed past you all once more. Antas was smiling, as one would towards a threat that had no chance of touching them.

“Think of me as your invitation, Prefect, Valenio,” finally, as though tired of being in the air, Antas let his heel click on a stone protrusion, “Can’t very well have those close me be stolen away because they forgot that woods aren’t ever truly untouched.”

…you know what, that’s on you for forgetting that faeries exist in just about every part of the world. You really should curb your habit of just wandering into places. It’ll probably get you killed one day.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #ask #drabble #pomefiore #antas #antas m agoria #ignihyde #valenio #valenio mara #oc #twst oc #reader insert

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galexystern · 10 months

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butterfly wings

chapter one; spring 1983

pairing; steve harrington/reader, eddie munson/reader, eventual steddie/reader

rating; M

warnings; fluff, au - canon divergence, fucked up the timeline a bit, made steve a bit more of a player

word count; 3k

desc; you meet new friends, steve, and eddie when you move to hawkins.

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You're helping your sister Nina carry your brand-new couch into your newly-renovated apartment when you have your first glimpse of your new next-door neighbor.

Nina is inside the apartment, you are outside in the hall, the couch in between you. It's become stuck in the doorway, and as Nina's boyfriend Mark inspects the problem, you take a breather. You turn your head just in time to see some pretty little thing duck into the apartment next to yours, followed by a guy your age, who stops in the doorway. You actually start to admire him—wildly gorgeous hair, strong jaw, nice smile—when he looks back at you and winks.

Yes, winks.

After that, he disappears inside and the door closes. Then Mark's directing you forward and you forget all about your neighbor. It's not until the couch is in place in the living room and the three of you have collapsed on it, watching something irrelevant on TV, that you remember the encounter.

"Have you guys met our neighbors yet?" You ask nonchalantly, keeping your eyes trained on the screen.

Nina hums. "Only in the apartment to the left. Name's Steve. Seems nice enough."

"Steve? From Hawkins High?" Mark asks.

Nina looks at him and shrugs. "I guess so?"

Mark barks out a laugh. "I can't believe you guys live next door to King Steve."

"King Steve?" You question.

"Oh yeah. Like king of the school. Probably the most popular guy there."

"What's he like?"

Mark looks straight into your eyes. "You don't wanna know."

You exhale heavily. "Good to know."

Good to avoid.

;

The next day, after everything is moved into the apartment, if not unpacked, you bundle up, grab your current read, and escape up to the roof. It's the best feature of the new place—the building is tall enough that you can see for miles, and it's green all the way around. Well, white, since it's January. You've been wanting to spend time here since you first saw it. And it's just abnormally warm enough to do so.

You've settled into a spot facing your favorite scenery and are deep into reading when you hear, "Hey there."

You freeze and look over your shoulder to see King Steve standing behind you. You immediately notice that he looks really good, in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a letterman jacket, hair perfectly coiled—you catch yourself and try to think about something else instead. It doesn't really work.

You turn your head back to your book. "Hello," you say, trying to keep the disdain in your voice and only partly succeeding.

"Hi," he says again. You hope he's feeling at a loss. "Have we met yet?"

"No," you answer while turning a page.

"Ah." He walks until he's standing in front of you, leaning against the railing. You can see the sunset behind him haloing him like he's an angel from heaven from the corner of your eye. You have to tell your heart to calm down. "I'm Steve. Steve Harrington."

With an internal sigh, you raise your head and finally lock eyes. You give him your name and he grins.

"You're the new neighbor, right? Living with your sister?"

"Mhm," you hum while nodding.

"And how are you this fine evening?"

"Oh, I'm just peachy. How are you?"

"Fantastic! I feel great."

"Good for you."

You stare at each other. Your face starts to heat up the longer it goes on, and Steve seems to notice and smirks at you. At that, you duck your head.

"So, beautiful, tell me about yourself." Your heart skips at the compliment. "I like to know my neighbors, especially when they look like you," Steve continues and you feel yourself start to smile.

You tamp it down and reply, "Well, I'll be a freshman at Hawkins. I like pop music, traveling, and not taking long walks on the beach."

Steve grins. "And books."

It's kind of infectious, and you half-grin back. "Yes, and books."

"I could tell," he says with a wink.

You feel a blush coming on again and rush to ask, "And what about you, Steve Harrington?"

"Well," he starts, crossing muscular arms across his chest. "I'm also a student at Hawkins, but I'm a sophomore. I also like pop music and traveling. Though I love taking long walks on the beach." You laugh and he smiles and now the electricity is flowing between you two and you sort of wish it wasn't. "I also love sports."

"Oh, you are? Wow, I totally didn't realize that, what with all the patches," you reply sarcastically.

"This thing?" He motions to the jacket. "This is definitely not mine," he says back, just as sarcastic.

"It has your name on it," you point out teasingly.

"It does? Dammit," he says, dramatically faking frustration. "You're sharper than I thought." You laugh. "You've got a nice laugh."

"Thanks," you say quietly.

"No problem." His voice is just as gentle.

You're gazing at each other intensely, and the colors in the sky behind him make him look really good, and maybe that girl from yesterday was his girlfriend? And they broke up last night? And he's opening his mouth to speak again—

"Hey, Steve!"

Some girl bounds up out of nowhere and Steve startles into standing upright. You both turn to look at her and her face lights up after catching his gaze. She's a completely different girl from yesterday.

He clears his throat. "Hey, Maria. Guess you found the place okay."

"Yup!" Her voice is unnecessarily perky. "Though I had to really search to find you. Who knew you'd be up on the roof?" She laughs and you cringe at its high pitch.

"That's where I said to meet," Steve says under his breath. Your mouth twists and you try not to smirk as he turns back to you. "Maria, this is my new neighbor. It's her roof, or partly so."

"Hi!" She sticks out a hand and you just stare at it.

"Hey," you finally say and stand to shake her hand mechanically. "I, uh, I'll go. Let you two enjoy the roof." You grab your book and rush to the door as quickly as possible. You hear Steve call your name, but you're already down the stairs.

;

"How was your first day of school?" You hear Nina call from the kitchen when you walk through the apartment door. Closing it, you sigh and toe your shoes off. You walk through to where Nina is, dropping your backpack onto a chair and opening the fridge.

"Fine," you answer while pulling out a lemonade. "Just like all the other first days."

She makes a face at you from the stove, where she's stirring something that smells great. "More words, please."

You slide into a chair and take a long drink, thinking of the day's events. "Well," you start, "Mark was not kidding about Steve."

He really wasn't. Getting to school and finding the office and locating your homeroom wasn't difficult. But the party didn't really start until Steve Harrington walked in. Fellow jocks shot up from their seats and surrounded him, clapping his back and giving him high-fives. Girls started swooning and self-consciously checking their appearance. Nerds shrunk into their desks to go unnoticed. And the slackers rolled their eyes and got grumpier.

Once the group had dispersed, Steve was left standing with a guy and a girl.

"That's Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins," someone said beside you, and you startled. Looking over, you saw a girl with flaming red hair and bright smile looking back. "And I'm Vickie."

You shook the hand she presented to you and introduced yourself. "I'm new."

Vickie laughed. "I suspected," she replied, not unkindly. "Nice to meet you. Welcome to Hawkins."

"Thanks." You gave her a small smile back and turned to face the front of the room again. Steve, Tommy, and Carol were all still talking, Steve lounging on the teacher's desk. A minute later, someone came sweeping into the room.

"Harrington, Hagan," they called out, "to your desks. And Miss Perkins, let's hope you have enough time to get to your own homeroom."

Carol rolled her eyes but gave Tommy a kiss on the cheek and ran out. Steve and Tommy leisurely made their way to their seats. You caught Steve's eye, and he grinned and nodded at you. You nodded back awkwardly.

"How do you know Steve Harrington already?" Vickie whispered as the teacher got set up.

"He's my neighbor," you replied, keeping your eyes straight ahead.

She just hummed in response, but you didn't like the tone.

After the bell rang to signal homeroom's end, everyone stood and left as quickly as possible. You got swept up in the crowd, which spat you out into the hall, completely turned around. You glanced at the schedule in your hand and the nearby classroom numbers, despair starting to set in.

"Where do you need to go?"

You whipped around to see Vickie standing behind you, reassuring expression on her face. You sighed in relief, just handing her the paper.

"Okay, lemme see." She took it and scanned quickly. "We've got a couple classes together! But not until third period. Right now, you're gonna go down there," she pointed to the right, "make a left, and go into the third classroom on the left. After that, you'll keep going down that hall and then into the fifth classroom on the right—from the start of the hallway. Then you'll backtrack and pass this room," she threw a thumb behind her at the homeroom, "and go into the classroom at the end of the hall, dead ahead." She looked back up, beaming. "Then you're with me for the rest of the day! And I can be your tour guide."

"Wow," you said. "That was amazing."

She shrugged. "It's a small school. You'll get to know it real well." You cracked a smile. "Go, so you're not late. I'll see you in a few hours." You nodded, following her instructions, as she went the opposite way.

True to her word, Vickie did stick to you like glue after third period. She even let you sit with her and her friends at lunch; you've never felt luckier. You shared the period with Steve, you'd noticed, who was holding court across the room. It was hard to keep your attention off him and on the conversation. That magnetic quality of his definitely contributed to the king status.

He'd also been in your last two periods as well—kind of. Your last period was study hall, which Steve was technically in, but as soon as the bell rang to signal the beginning of class, he, Tommy, and Carol (also in the study hall) saluted to the teacher monitoring and just walked out. The teacher had just nodded and let them go.

Vickie had caught you staring at the interaction. "Mr. Catcher is the football coach. He's tight with Steve and Tommy," she explained. You'd nodded in acknowledgement and tried to focus on your schoolwork. Study hall being last period had been a nice idea to you—a chance to get your homework done before school was even let out—but you guessed King Steve didn't think the same way.

Who would've thought.

"Oh?" Nina says, bringing you back to the present. "How so?"

You blow out a breath, wondering if you could even describe it all. "Let's just say he really embodies his king status," you settle on.

"Okay," your sister replies slowly. "And classes? Teachers?"

"Classes good. Teachers good."

"Nice to hear, caveman," she teases and you roll your eyes. "Any friend possibilities?"

"Yeah," you answer nonchalantly, but the approach doesn't work on Nina, who turns excitedly. "OMG, what's their name, what are they like, when can they come over?"

"Chill! Her name is Vickie. She helped me find my classes. She's nice."

Nina realizes that's all she's gonna get and so turns back to the food. "Cool," she says, so uncoolly that you laugh. She joins in. You can tell the meal is almost done, so you go get the plates and silverware to set the table, and the conversation fades away into the clatter of eating.

;

A month or so goes by and you get settled in at Hawkins High. Thankfully your friendship with Vickie was not a one-day-only deal, and you become closer. She explains everything she can about the school and its students, and you begin to understand that she's a major gossip. You enjoy it and love learning about all the dirty details of people you barely know.

She introduces you to some of her friends and you become friends with them too. A few of them are in your other classes, so you don't feel lonely at all—a blessing from heaven.

You start to notice the patterns of the students around you, and file them away. There goes the girl who only wears heels but can barely seem to walk in them. There goes the group of kids you thought were genuinely arguing every day but are actually debate club members and constantly practicing their arguments. There goes the guy who wears a black handkerchief in his back left pocket and strums an air guitar as he walks and always shoots you a wink as you pass him between fourth and fifth period.

There goes King Steve, leaving last period study hall as soon as it starts. Until he doesn't. That day, you watch as Tommy and Carol strut out, while Steve stays behind and lounges at a desk, practically napping. You mark it off as a one-time fluke. But then it happens every day for a week.

"Hey," you whisper to Vickie while Mr. Catcher is preoccupied. "Why is Steve still here?"

She looks at you like she has juicy gossip you have to hear immediately. "So," she starts excitedly, "it seems that King Steve here has a crush."

Your heart speeds up. You and Steve had been greeting each other as you passed in the apartment building, his smile blinding you every time. Your sister had even invited him to eat with you two one day, but he'd had practice and had to politely decline. But he'd said he wanted to come in the future.

"Who is it?" You ask, hoping your voice isn't shaking.

Then Vickie speaks and crushes your small hopes. "Nancy Wheeler."

"Who's that?" You're trying to rein in your venom. There's no reason for it. You don't want it to be present at all.

"Another freshman. Apparently he's been waiting until the end of school to leave so he can give her a ride home."

"That's nice of him." Your voice is faint, trying not to keep glancing at Steve and failing. He's dozing. He looks sweet.

You shake your head. "Or maybe not." You say firmly.

Vickie smirks. "I don't know. She's a good girl through and through. I think she's making King Steve work for it."

"As she should."

"You got that right."

As you turn back to your work, your mind wanders. You hope he doesn't break her heart. That might break yours.

;

He doesn't. He steals it.

Nancy makes Steve work for it for a few more weeks, and then they become official halfway through the spring semester. They're glowing and wrapped up in each other. It makes your heart twinge. It makes you look away from them every time they appear.

You focus on other things. You get closer with Vickie and her friends Jesse and Hailey. You join the drama club, performing in the spring play. You learn black handkerchief guy's name: Eddie Munson. He tells you after he catches you walking to your car after drama club, springing back when you spin around, ready to punch him.

"Sorry for the scare," he continues with a sheepish grin, running a hand through his long black hair. "Didn't mean to."

You breathe deeply. "It's okay. I'm just glad you're not a murderer."

"Nope, definitely not a killer. At least, in reality." You give him a "what the fuck" expression and he laughs. "That's actually why I came over. You were really good in there." He smiles at your blush. "How do you feel about the fantasy genre?"

Having no idea where this is going, you shrug. "It's fine, I guess? Why?"

"Well, I need an apprentice."

"What are you, a wizard?"

"Close!" He chuckles. "I run the Hellfire club. We play Dungeons & Dragons. I'm the DM—Dungeon Master." You raise an eyebrow. "I know how it sounds, but! It's a fantasy role-playing game. We have a lot of fun. And I need someone to succeed me as DM once I graduate. I think you would be perfect for it."

"Why me?" You ask suspiciously.

"Because, like I said, you were great in there. Really believable. You connect to people onstage. And that's the kind of energy you need to play D&D."

"I don't know..."

"Think about it. No rush, just wanted to put it out there." He grins endearingly. "If you're interested, you know where to find me." And with a bow and a wink, he disappears into the dark.

Very dungeon master, you think.

You think about it very briefly and then you forget. You're too busy with drama club and your friends and your sister and the part-time job you get to prepare for the summer. But Eddie continues to wink at you when you pass him in the hallway. It always makes you smile.

The school year ends with good grades all around and you're so relieved to not have to see King Steve and Queen Nancy parading around the school anymore, as much as you don't want to be. You pick up more hours at your job at the bookstore and spend days at the beach with your friends and take camping trips with Nina and Mark. You barely see Steve—or Eddie—at all.

chapter two

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #mine

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mrsct7567 · 1 year

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How the bad batch would react to being mistaken as your boyfriend in public

F! Reader insert no warnings at all, unless you don’t like cooties.

Hunter:

Did he just hear what he thinks he heard?

No he did. Some random woman in the marketplace squealed out in delight: “oh you two look so wonderful together!” His eyes went wide, he stammered a bit and cleared his throat awkwardly. His heart raced in his chest and be felt his face go hot. He looked at you for your response, but what he didn’t expect THE LAST THING HE THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVER DO IS GO ALONG WITH IT.

You batted your eyes and gripped his forearm to lean into his side, for added effect you sighed dreamily. “Yes, we are quite happy, aren’t we baby?” you had answered placing the palm of your hand to his chest.

Oh you HAD to be messing with him now. And to make things worse you smiled at him. YOU SMILED THAT DAMN SMILE. The one that had him weak in the knees! The one that made his heart jump at the sight. One thing was for certain, you were absolutely gonna be the death of him.

HOW WERE YOU SO CALM ABOUT THIS YOU WERENT OFFENDED IN ANY WAY??

Hunter’s face grew hot under the strangers gaze, expecting him to agree with you. Of course he liked you, he thought you were beautiful. But to be singled out like this caught him off guard if he messed up you could catch onto his true feelings. If you already didn’t know.

Or worst you would think he hated you if he continued to act disgusted by you giving him fake displays of affection.

Here goes nothing.

“Yes, yes we are honey.” He responded. A dribble of sweat ran down his forehead from all the attention. He looped his arm around your shoulders to pull you closer.

Despite this being an act, it felt right. Just to hold you like this. It was so simple but to him it felt like a crime he’d gladly serve out his sentence for.

As a solider he didn’t have normalcy. He couldn’t have it. But if this was all he could have, he’d take it.

Little did he know about the way your heart leaping out of your throat the moment he agreed with your taunting. Feeling butterflies hearing the way his husky voice called you honey.

Echo:

Echo stood rigid the moment the old woman’s voice rang out.

“Oh what a lovely couple you two make!” She had said as you and him wandered the market for some ship parts for the Marauder.

You had giggled next to him, seeing go so stiff. He blushed and attempted to return to a nonchalant manner to correct to old woman, but you beat him too it.

“Well thank you, it’s the only time we get to have alone so we’re taking advantage of it”

WHAT??

Echo went silent, his head screaming at him to say something. But then as if he couldn’t get any more awkward, to stood on your toes to kiss him on the cheek.

You had kissed him.

IN PUBLIC.

How was he supposed to function now??

“Well, enjoy it while you can. Believe me my husband and I try to make do. But it’s only gonna get harder form here” she gave a smile and a curt nod.

“Thank you ma’am we will” You responded nodding back. She grinned and disappeared into the crowd.

You looked up to Echo’s cute red face. He was shocked to say the least. This battle harden solider was left a mess after one kiss on the cheek.

You smirked and squeezed his bicep gently, “you look tense. You wanna sit down?” You teased.

He snapped out of it for a second to scowl at you. “Let’s just get that part and be done with it” he mumbled. You just laughed and followed him into the crowd.

Tech:

Coming up to the counter, you laid your items for the cashier to check out.

“You and your boyfriend stocking up for the apocalypse then?” He asked as casually as a ‘“how are you?”’

Tech looked a little shocked. “You seem to be mistaken we are not-“

“-We are stocking for the winter” you interjected. “Harvest season” you said with a smile. Tech looked at you with wide eyes. You could only grin in response wrapping your arms around his bicep.

“Ah you’re smart then. It’s always the ones who are under prepared that get bit” he said proudly.

“And I’ve always said that, isn’t that right honey?” You said batting your eyelashes at the blushing solider.

“I- well I…I suppose-?” He stammered.

You couldn’t believe it, Tech. The brains, the master mind, was stammering over his words!

It’s too good to be true!

The cashier bagged your items and handed Tech the straps which he took with a nod after you paid.

“Good luck with the harvest! You got yourself a real smart girl there” he said with a wink.

Tech cleared his throat awkwardly. “Um…thank you” he coughed out.

You giggled.

“What?” He asked.

“I’ve never seen you stumble over your words before” you grinned.

He frowned. “I was unprepared for that encounter and especially your answer”

Wrecker:

“Wrecker! What about these ones?” You called over.

The big man hovered over your shoulder to look at the fruits on display on the stand.

“Uhhh I don’t know, what do you think kid?” Wrecker looked down at Omega who was peering over the ledge.

“Those are the ones Echo said he wanted right?” She asked.

“I think so. Lets get three, just in case he wants more” you said getting your purse to pay for the yellow fruits. Wrecker took two while Omega took out one and laid them on the scale.

The weights were taken and an old Thlothian woman in a large sun hat appeared to check them out. “Just these three then?” She asked.

“Yep, just these” you answered with a smile.

“You folks here on vacation?” She asked.

“More like a business meeting” you replied.

“Ahh I See, have you and your husband visited here before?”

Your head snapped up. You stared at her with wide eyes and she counted and stashed your credits paying no mind to her assumption.

“Husband..?” Omega whispered.

“You think she’s talking about me?” Wrecker whispered to you. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the look on his face.

Poor thing looked stunned to say the least.

Not wanting to go on with the awkward conversation and correct her, you decided to go along with it.

“Um…no actually it’s our first time. But we love it here don’t we?” You looked up at him as you put an arm around Omega’s shoulders as she looked up at you quizzically.

“What-? Uh- oh! Yeah! Yes we do!” Wrecker bellowed a bit too loud. You winced and put a calming hand in his shoulder. A subtle hint to tone it down. The woman shot up her head as she gave you back the right amount of credits into your open palm.

“I’m very happy to hear that, enjoy your Meiloorun!”

“Thank you!” The three of you chanted as you left her fruit stall.

“Why didn’t you correct her?” Asked Omega.

“Because it would have been awkward correcting her, besides we wasted enough time trying to find these things” you explained.

“Oh” she said seemingly satisfied with your answer.

Wrecker has gone quiet since you had left the market.

“You alright there big guy?” You asked “what? Oh yeah” he responded going pink in the face.

“Oh no, I’m sorry I didn’t embarrass you did I?” You asked your brows knitting together.

“Oh, no. No it’s not that. I was just thinking is all” he said.

Your eyes rounded and you to stopped to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

“For the record I think you’d make a wonderful husband one day” you said.

His face went bright red. “Uh- I- really?” He asked, stunned.

You smiled and nodded.

“100%”

Crosshair:

“Anything else for the happy couple today?” The cashier’s cheery voice was almost laughable.

Crosshairs brow lifted and his frown deepened. You were sure he would go off on the poor girl if you didn’t step in.

“No! Umm…that will be all thank you” you said.

“No problem! Are you guys celebrating anything special today?” Her eyes seemed to sparkle at her question. Like she would just explode if you didn’t answer. She honestly had no judge of character, the poor thing.

“Oh no, nothing special just getting everyone else something for the road” you said with a smile.

“Oh perfect! Have a great rest of your night!” She said and called for the next customer.

As you left, you could feel Crosshair’s eyes burning into you.

You sighed and turned to face his heated gaze.

“What?” You asked.

“You didn’t correct her” he stated simply.

“No I didn’t.” You retorted.

“Why?” He asked.

“Because I knew you would have killed her if you answered” you said with a huff.

“Fair point” he shrugged.

You scoffed and checked the receipt to make sure everything was in place. But mostly to distract yourself from Crosshair’s eyes burning holes in the back of your head.

“Will you stop that?” You asked.

“Stop what?” He responded with a hint of his signature smirk.

“Stop starting at me” you replied, irritated.

“Who said I was starting at you?”

“God, Cross just drop it!” You exclaimed. Annoyed at how fast he’s able to get under your skin.

“I wasn’t gonna correct her you know” he said.

You stopped in your tracks.

“What?”

“I was gonna go along with it” he said stalking closer to you.

“You…were?” You asked unconvinced.

“I didn’t say anything when you agreed did I?” He said raising a brow.

He was right, he’d just let you lie to her straight up. Unless, it wasn’t entirely a lie…?

“No. I guess not” you said watching him as he came closer.

He smirked, enjoying the way you let him crowd you like this.

“What are you doing Cross?” You asked, suddenly out of breath

“What would you like me to do?” He asked.

You stammered taken aback by his sudden flirting. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this, but it definitely wasn’t often.

“I could have proven it to her” he said after a tense beat of silence.

“Proven what?” Your voice was far more breathy than before.

“That you are mine” he said a dashing smirk decorating his handsome face.

“Really?” You asked.

He let his fingers dip under your chin to tilt your head up.

“I would’ve let the whole world know”

You moved your head closer to his. Your eyes flitting from his mouth to his eyes.

“Then prove it to me” you said.

Crosshair huffed and lead your lips to his locking to his mouth leaving you in a daze.

His lips were perfect, everything about the way he moved against you hit that spot most weren’t able to if they tried.

The moment didn’t last long however, when Crosshair’s comm went off. Wreckers booming voice echoing in the empty field space.

“Crosshair where are you?? You were supposed to be back forever ago! I’m starving!” He grumbled.

Crosshair groaned and leaned his head against yours. You giggled and answered Wrecker on your own comm.

“Yes Wrecker, we’re heading back to the ship now”

“You two better not be making out over there! Some of us still want to eat!” Wrecker groaned.

You turned your comm off, looking back at Crosshair. Fighting off a grin looking at the annoyed look on his face.

“This isn’t over” he grumbled.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #hunter tbb #crosshair tbb #bad batch echo #omega the bad batch #wrecker tbb #tech the bad batch #the bad batch x you

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thatlovinfeelin · 2 years

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Eye Of The Storm - three- Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Baby Kazansky X Rooster

One Two

Molly bit back a grin as she looked down at the paper in front of her. She knew her cheeks were red and she was likely moments away from giggling like a little girl. This wasn’t the first letter he sent her after she went back to school. Far from it, really. He wrote and texted and called all of the time. She was sure it should feel wrong in some way, but nothing seemed to feel so right.

“Ah, she’s got another one,” Erika cooed as her and Beth made their way into the apartment.

“Has he started to write filthy lover things yet?” Beth questioned jokingly.

“Stop,” Molly groaned, folding up the letter and jamming it back into the envelope, “He’s sweet. We talk about school and work.”

“Like you do in the middle of the night? Almost every night?” Erika wiggled her eyebrows, “We hear you on the phone with him.”

Molly couldn’t argue though, because she talked to Bradley, who she now called Rooster, almost every night of the week. Sometimes they didn’t even have anything new to talk about, they just sat there on the phone together. There was something comforting about being on the phone with him, hearing his voice all of the time.

During he last week home, she snuck out to see him more often than not. They spent their time getting to know one another. He took her to restaurants off the beaten path, far enough away that no one would really look twice at either of them.

She never quite let her walls down around him though. She let him in more than most, but she also kept him at a safe distance. The feeling of the butterflies in her stomach felt like a warning sign, they seemed to be telling her to run just as much as her heart was telling her to stay.

“Is he coming for graduation?” Beth asked, leaning against the table.

“No, just my parents. But, Rooster is flying out to drive back to Miramar with me.”

“Secretly, I take it?” Erika questioned.

Molly tried to hide her smile as she shrugged, “He’s just coming to keep me company.”

The other two girls hummed, knowing their friend was already in deep. They knew Molly wouldn’t admit it, but she was already falling for her pilot. They could see it in the way her eyes shimmered when she talked about or two him. Or the way her cheeks turned pink when they mentioned him.

Molly liked the way he made her feel. She might have even liked it too much. She couldn’t wait to see him. The original plan was that she was going to pack up and drive from UConn back to Miramar all by herself, but when she told Rooster of the plan he insisted that he come with her. He told her that he had plenty of leave saved up, since he didn’t have any family to visit. So, they would spend several days making the cross country drive together.

Her room was full of boxes. Whatever she wasn’t going to take was either sold or donated. Beth and Erika were staying for an extra few weeks after Molly left. But soon enough their apartment would be empty, ready for the next group to take over.

“I’m going to miss living with you two,” Molly said after a long while, “It’s going to be weird living on my own.”

“I have a feeling flyboy will keep you company just fine,” Erika joked, her southern accent coming through.

“Oh shut up,” Molly tried not to laugh, “We just kissed a few times before I left, that’s all.”

“But we all know you’d give him the keys to your kingdom if the opportunity presented itself.”

“Ew, Beth, you did not just say that,” Erika smacked the other girl, “ Be blunt about it. She would let him fuck her. Hell, I would too.”

“Back off you two,” Molly groaned, dropping her head onto the counter, “I swear to god, if you say anything when he comes, I will kill both of you.”

Erika and Beth started laughing, knowing full well Molly wouldn’t do anything to them. Not really. She could scare everyone else, make them think she was scarier than she was. But in reality, the other two knew it was just an act, yet another wall Molly built up.

“I’m scared that I really like him,” Molly admitted softly.

“Well, dear, I hate to tell you this, but you already have him whipped. He wouldn’t be sending you handwritten letters, calling you all of the time, or just fly out here so he can drive all the way back to San Diego with you if he didn’t.”

Molly tried not to smile as she pushed herself out of the chair. She wouldn’t admit that she thought the same thing, or what she was feeling for the aviator. Admitting any of fer feelings for him could be dangerous, for both of them. Sure, he kissed her like a starving man, and she held onto him like her life depended on it before she left. But that was different…everything felt different.

“I need a beer,” Molly groaned, making her way to thr fridge, “You know, I think you two are a little too invested in my love life or whatever.”

“Only because all you’ve done is making out in the corner of a frat house, maybe second base, third that one time before he passed out, but never, and I mean never, have you shown this much interest,” Erika pointed out.

“That’s because I didn’t want another guy that would pass out on me. Or fumble his way through sex and never call me again. That’s your thing, not mine,” Molly took a long swig of the beer before making a face, “God, that tastes like piss.”

“It’s an old PBR, what do you expect?” Beth questioned.

“Us to have better beer. Jesus,” Molly took a big breath before gulping more down, “Yeah, that doesn’t get better the more you drink it.”

Erika laughed before picking up the keys to the apartment, “Then let’s go to the bar. C’mon, we only have a few more days to drink together here.”

Molly chugged the rest of the beer, coughing and gagging once it was all gone, “Yeah, I’m down. I need something strong.”

“Is flyboy calling you tonight?” Beth wiggled her eyebrows.

Molly grabbed her phone to check the date, but also to see if she had any new texts from him. She frowned for a moment before shaking her head, “No, he has duty or training or something all day. And Uncle Pete is having a bunch of them over tonight or something.”

“Then you’re getting drunk with me. One last hurrah with Blizzard.”

Molly looked over at Erika who just shrugged and smiled, ushering the other two out of the front door. Molly didn’t fight them though, because she knew her days with them were limited. Soon, she would be over three thousand miles away from her best friends. She wouldn’t be able to just walk into their bedroom when she needed them.

“Well, if this is supposed to be my final farewell, then you better call the rest of the team,” Molly joked, “Better show the freshman what a proper send off looks like.”

That weekend, Molly watched as all of her friends ran to embrace their significant others. Some of them were already married or engaged. She felt a strange pang in her chest, wishing there was someone else here for her other than her parents. None of her siblings could take off, opting instead to watch the livestream of graduation and call her later. There was someone else who was becoming very important to her that was doing the same thing.

She played with her cap, turning it around in her hands as she waited for her parents to come find her. Bethany was tangled up in the arms of a ‘reformed frat boy’ that she started seeing just after spring break, although they claimed it was still very casual. While Erika was hugging her family. Both of the girls caught sight of Molly and blew her a kiss, something they started doing their freshman year during games. Molly smiled, choking back tears and returned the favor. There wouldn’t be many more of those.

“Molly! Honey!”

Molly nearly squealed as she ran to her parents. Her dad wasn’t in his dress uniform, but he still looked the part. He bent down a little to catch her as she flung herself at him, laughing as she did.

“I did it,” She cheered, waving the empty diploma holder.

“We’re so proud of you,” Her mom hugged her tightly.

Molly’s had started buzzing from her dress pocket, “Oh, hold on, it’s probably Uncle Pete. He was watching too.”

BRB: Margaret? Thats your full name?

Molly forced back a smile before another text came in.

BRB: Congratulations by the way. Can’t wait to see you Monday.

“He’s just congratulating me,” She told her parents, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

“Maverick is just as proud as the rest of us,” Her father told her, kissing the top of her head.

She wasn’t lying about the contents of the text, but the person that sent it wasn’t the same. BRB, Bradley Rooster Bradshaw. It was easy to disguise, an old teammate of hers was called the same thing. She could very easily say it was them. But it was Rooster. Her Rooster.

She shook her head at the thought, trying to erase it from her mind. He wasn’t hers. He couldn’t be hers. That wasn’t an option, but she would take whatever he would give her.

“We should go, I don’t want to miss our reservations,” She hugged her parents again, slipping her phone out of her pocket.

I’ll call you when I can slip away for a second.

BRB: I’m on the ground all weekend. Take your time.

She waited until they were all sat and ordered before she excused herself, saying she wanted to return a call. She lied when her parents asked who it was, claiming it was one of her siblings. They did call her away, so it was only half a lie. She found a bench outside, not occupied by anyone waiting to get in before she dialed a now familiar number.

“Well, I didn’t mean for you to call me so soon,” Rooster joked from the other end.

“I had a minute,” She replied, feeling her cheeks heating up, “Hi.”

“Hi,” The warmth of his voice seemed to take away the chill from the spring air, “Congratulations. You’re a big bad educated woman now.”

“Damn right I am.”

“I take it your with your parents?” His voice was so soft it sent tingles throughout her whole body.

“They’re inside. I ran out for a minute so I could call you,” She admitted softly, “I just wanted to hear you.”

He chuckled, “You’re going to see me in two days. A whole three thousand miles together.”

She felt her chest tighten, yet a smile flew across her face. She wasn’t entirely sure how she would survive that long in a car with him, but she couldn’t wait for it. The thought of the uninterrupted time where she didn’t have to look over her shoulder excited her.

“I still can’t thank you enough for doing this,” She told him.

“It’ll be good to get out of Miramar for a while, for something other than a mission. Besides, I like to drive.”

“I’m not letting you drive the whole time, so you better like being in the passenger seat.”

His laugh filled her ear. She loved the sound. Part of her almost hated how much she loved the sound of his laugh. She liked the jokes he told, and how sometimes he made himself laugh with them. She loved the way he smiled, and how his eyes seemed to turn more green when he was happy.

“I should head back before someone comes looking for me,” She sighed, leaning back against the wall behind her.

“I’ll call you before I take off, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting. Maybe even with an obnoxious sign and balloons.”

“Oh no honey, save that for another time.”

She tried to ignore the way her heart seemed to leap out of her chest. He didn’t call her names. Always Molly, sometimes Kazansky. He didn’t do pet names with her, but hearing him call her honey…she swore she might melt. Even if there was frost on the ground when she woke up and a cold northern breeze blowing.

“I’ll see you soon.”

“I look forward to it. Congrats again, Margaret.”

Molly groaned, wishing he was there so she could shove him, “Stop it. I hate my full name. It sounds like a grandma.”

“I like it....Margaret Alana.” It was almost as if he was testing to see how it sounded. Yet, she couldn’t help the way her heart seemed to take flight. She liked the way he said her name.

“Okay Bradley Bradshaw,” She rolled her eyes, emphasizing the first part of both names.

“Go back to dinner,” He laughed harder, “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Fly safe.”

She swore she could hear the smirk as he responded, “I always do.”

The second he was gone from the other end of the line, she felt hallow. Molly was never dependent on another person. Once she was old enough to take care of herself, she did. She didn’t like having to rely on other people. Especially after seeing all her mom went through over the years while her dad was away on missions. Yet, even after Molly swore she would never get involved with a service member, she knew Rooster already had a big part of her. He probably didn’t even know it himself, but she would do anything he asked, go anywhere he asked her to go. She hated it, but deep down she already knew she would follow him to the ends of the earth.

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