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norrussell · 6 months

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Silver Springs | Lando Norris⁴

Pairings: Lando Norris x ex!fem!reader

Requested: yes

Warnings: angsty with a hopeful ending

A/N: This is my first request ever and I hope I managed to fulfill the expectations. I took a little liberty and played with the style and format and just listening and studying the song made me want to write it this way. I'm sorry if this isn't what anon had in mind when requesting this so with that make sure to leave as much details as possible when requesting things if you want something specific. Feedback on this would be very much appreciated. 🥺🧡

You’ve found yourself thinking about Lando more regularly as of late. It has been ten months since your break up and you don’t remember feeling like this at the time. You guess you were in a state of denial, trying to convince yourself that the relationship was worth saving despite knowing that it wasn’t.

Of course, in the beginning everything was like a fairy tale. At first it was so wonderful that every ounce of you was convinced that it couldn't possibly get any better. And then, slowly, inevitably, the house of cards collapsed. Maybe that should've been your first clue, but every time you would stick your rose colored glasses further up your nose and focus harder on all those positive aspects of the relationship.

Time spent with Lando was the best time of your life. He always gave you the best he could offer. Taking you out on dates, vacations, accompanying him to races across the world... He truly gave you that only-girl-in-the-world experience. He was always there, present. Until he wasn't.

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Lando Norris. But there was no way you could've prepared yourself for how it would all end up.

He was a Formula One driver and his life was always going to be busy. The paparazzi, the rumors, the constant pressure of being in the public eye. It all took a toll on your relationship.

But what you didn't anticipate was how much time he would start spending away from you. It started off with a few missed calls and texts, but soon he was gone for days at a time without a word.

You tried to be understanding, knowing how demanding his job was, but it was hard not to feel neglected and unimportant. You tried to talk to him about it, but he always seemed to have an excuse or an apology that would temporarily ease your worry.

As the months went on, you began to realize that the relationship was becoming more and more one-sided. You were always the one making compromises, always the one putting in the effort to make things work.

One night, as Lando was getting ready to leave for yet another race, you finally confronted him about it. You told him how you felt and how you needed more from him. But instead of trying to work things out, he simply brushed you off and left without a second thought.

For the first time, you began to wonder if maybe it was time to let go. Maybe it was time to walk away from a relationship that was causing you more pain than happiness.

It wasn't an easy call. You were still in love with him and a part of you wanted to believed that he loved you too. But you couldn't keep living like that when you knew you deserved more. So, after a lot of tears and internal conflict, you made the decision to end things with him.

He took it calmly. “Maybe it’s for the best. We’re at different stages in life-”

But you weren’t interested in reasoning. You were done.

Few days later as you sat alone in your room thinking about him, you couldn't help but wonder if it could all be different. Maybe if you had just tried harder, fought for the relationship a little more, things could've ended up differently. Maybe you could've been the one he came home to every night, instead of just another girl in his life. But relationships were a two way street and you couldn’t do it just on your own.

Months went by and slowly but surely, you started to heal. You threw yourself into work and hobbies, spending time with friends and family. You had to reduce your social media and tv time, fearing you’d accidentally see something about him, or maybe even search up his name on your own that would ruin all the progress you just made. Mutual friends had to be cut off too. Everything that even had a slightest relation to him had to be eliminated from your life so you wouldn't crumble back into old habits.

Finally, you were ready to try dating again. It felt strange to be putting yourself out there again, going out on dates here and there. And although nothing ever really clicked, it was working to distract and make you forget. Up until now.

He just crept into your thoughts on a random Tuesday. You scoffed, shaking them away. Then little (in)significant things started to happen. Like seeing number 4 everywhere in various combinations. You would turn on the radio and first thing you’d hear would be the song you two proclaimed to be yours one drunk night in a bar.

“Are you kidding me?!” you spat, turning the radio off. It wasn’t even a love song.

Dreams began next and they were so life-like that it was almost as if you had gone back in time. They would be so vivid, reminding you of his touch and sound of his voice. In one of them, you would be back together and he would be holding you in his arms. You’d feel safe and loved, just like you used to. One of those nights you woke up to the sound of his laughter echoing in your ears, but when you turned over it was just you and the void of the bedside he used to fill. Your eyes shifted to a digital clock on the nightstand. In hauntingly bold red it read 04:44 am.

And you really should’ve known better than to turn the tv on on weekends. Not every weekend, you reminded yourself, but really, what were the odds that you would catch him racing that Sunday?

You tried your best to ignore it all. Tried to push Lando back to the farthest corners of your mind. But every time you tried, he came back stronger, like a boomerang you couldn't escape from. It was like he was haunting you, his memory a ghost that refused to be exorcised.

It was frustrating. It was maddening. You didn't want to think about him anymore. You didn't want to care. You didn't want to love him.

When it all became too much, you decided to go for a walk to clear your head. You grabbed your coat and headed out the door, the cold afternoon air hitting you as you stepped outside. As you walked down the street, you realized that you were headed in the direction of the park where you and Lando used to go on picnics and take walks together. There was no point in avoiding going there now. Every part of the town was marked with the two of you in one way or the other.

As you walked through the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. You remembered how happy you used to be with Lando by your side, how the two of you laughed and talked for hours on end. You wondered if he ever thought about those moments, if he ever missed you. If he ever thought about you just in general. Your heart felt heavy as you thought about how things could have been different if only he had been willing to put in more effort into your relationship.

A sudden movement caught your eye and you turned to see a man walking towards you, his eyes locked onto yours. Your heart leaped out of your chest and you found yourself frozen in place. But the man who passed you wasn’t him. He might’ve had his hair or his eyes, but it wasn’t him. You closed your eyes and sighed a sigh of relief.

I’m starting to see things now, you thought to yourself, shaking the image away. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that type of encounter just yet anyway.

After a few minutes, you continued on your way and eventually found yourself in front of a cozy cafe. You looked up at the simple yet inviting storefront and decided this was as good a place as any to take a break. You opened the door and stepped inside, the warm atmosphere immediately embracing you like an old friend.

The cafe was quite busy with customers, but despite the crowd it still had an intimate feel to it. The smell of fresh coffee accompanied by the sound of jazz music created a relaxed atmosphere that made you forget all about your worries for a while. You walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of your favorite coffee blend before sitting down at one of the tables in the far corner.

He had thought about you a lot that summer. It wasn't just the memory of you that lingered in his mind; it was the way you made him feel. He missed the way your hand fit perfectly in his, and the sound of your laughter that could light up a room. He missed the long conversations you used to have over the phone when he was away, and the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about something you were passionate about.

He had missed you, more than he was willing to admit to himself. He had tried to ignore his feelings, to push them down and pretend that he was perfectly okay without you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memories of your time together.

Sometimes the air would smell like your hair, the wind would caress his cheeks like you used to. He remembered the picnics in the park, the late night conversations, the lazy Sunday mornings spent cuddled up in bed on his weekends off before he would have to pack for another race week. He remembered how happy he used to be with you by his side, and he cursed himself for not realizing how much he needed you until it was too late.

Being without you on tracks was the worst. He didn’t know it would be like that when he had you calling before and after every session, giving him a false sense of security. He was racing for himself, building his career, but he couldn't focus on anything else. The roar of the engines and the adrenaline rush of it all losing their appeal without you there to share it with him. He had to force himself to keep going, to keep racing, but every achievement felt hollow without you to celebrate with him.

But he never reached out to you. He never tried to make things right, even when he knew he was wrong. He was too prideful, too scared of rejection, too afraid of admitting that he had made a mistake. So he stayed away, hoping that time and distance would heal the wounds.

It was late autumn now and after yet another decent weekend, he decided to fly home for his week off and recharge. Maybe time spent with family and friends would help and stop you from creeping in his thoughts.

As he settled into his seat on the plane, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. His career progressed drastically since your split, but what did it matter? He only had himself to share his success with.

The flight was uneventful, and before he knew it, he was back in his hometown. He stepped off the plane and was greeted by the familiar faces of his family. Their hugs and laughter made him realize he was making yet another mistake. He missed you more than ever, and being home without you will only make it worse.

Lando tried to keep busy by spending time with his loved ones and focusing on his training. But it was like trying to hold back the tide with a broom, he couldn't escape the memories of you. The sound of your voice, the touch of your hand, the warmth of your embrace. It was all too vivid in his mind, haunting him day and night.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he drove out in his car, desperate to find a way to move on. He had no destination in mind, and maybe driving to clear his head wasn’t ideal, but it was the only other thing he loved that he had left. And it was like universe was having a laugh at him, when he turned on the radio it was your song that was playing. He thought of changing the station, but his fingers lingered too long in the air over the button that he ended up listening to the whole thing.

As the last notes of the song faded away, Lando let out a heavy sigh and pulled over to the side of the road. He found himself parked in front of a cozy cafe that he had never noticed before. It looked warm and inviting, the smell of coffee wafting out to greet him. He found himself drawn to it, like a moth to a flame.

Without much thought, he opened the door and stepped inside. The sound of jazz music greeted him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over him as he took in the warm atmosphere. He walked up to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee before finding a seat at one of the tables.

Looking around, he spotted you purely accidentally, sipping coffee and reading a book. His heart skipped a beat as he watched you sit alone in the far corner. You looked beautiful, just as he remembered, with your hair falling in loose waves around your face. He couldn't believe it was you. The one person he had been thinking about for months was sitting just a few tables away from him.

He couldn't take his eyes off you, his heart racing with emotions he thought he had buried deep within. He tried to catch your eye, but you didn't look up from the book. He felt his heart sink as he realized that you didn't even know he was there.

Lando hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Part of him wanted to approach you and try to start a conversation, while the other part of him couldn't bear the thought of seeing you again after all this time. He had hurt you deeply, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to face the consequences of his actions.

But as he sat there, lost in thought, he suddenly realized that he couldn't just sit idly by and watch you from a distance. He had to do something, even if it meant facing his fears head-on. It was now or never.

He got up from his seat and slowly walked over to your table, his heart beating faster with every step. You finally looked up from your book as he approached, your eyes widening in surprise as you saw who was standing in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. Quickly you made a mental check on what day it was. Early Friday evening.

Lando sighed, nerves getting the best of him as he stood before you. “I’m… I came home for my week off.” he said, his voice sounding small and unsure.

“You have a week off,” you weren’t sure if you were asking him, accusing him, laughing at your own stupidity or a secret fourth thing.

He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes unable to meet yours. “You’re saying it like it’s a crime,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I just didn’t expect to see you here on a weekend.” you defended, realizing you were setting yourself for a trap. Not every weekend.

“Were you hoping I was out of the country?” he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm. He knew he was being defensive, but he couldn't help it. Being around you made him feel vulnerable, exposed.

Lando's question hung heavily in the air, his eyes still fixed on you. You felt a pang of guilt, knowing full well that you had been hoping to avoid him for a little while longer. But now that he was standing in front of you, you couldn't deny the pull you still felt towards him.

"I don't know what I was hoping for," you admitted, your eyes finally meeting his. "I just know I didn't expect to see you here."

"Neither did I," he said softly, taking a step closer to you. "But now that I am, can we talk?"

You looked at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looked good, but different somehow. He seemed more vulnerable, more open than you remembered. It made your heart ache for him, but you tried to push the feeling away.

"Okay," you said, nodding your head. "Let's talk."

Lando let out a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing as he took a seat opposite of you.

“So, how have you been?” he asked, shuffling his feet slightly.

“I’ve been okay,” you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. “Just trying to keep busy.”

There was a moment of awkward silence between you as you both tried to gather your thoughts. You couldn't help but notice how much he had changed since the last time you saw him. His hair was shorter, and he looked like he had put on some muscle. But it was his eyes that caught your attention the most. They looked tired and distant, like he had been carrying a heavy burden for a long time.

“How are-How are things with you?” you choked out.

Lando let out a small laugh, but it sounded hollow to your ears. "Things have been good, I guess," he said, his eyes flickering towards yours for a moment before darting away. "Work has been keeping me busy."

You nodded, not sure what to say. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of him thriving without you. It didn't seem fair that he could move on so easily while you were still struggling in a way.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. "For everything. For how I treated you, for how I acted. I was a fool, and I should have never let you go."

“It’s okay-”

“It’s not.” he cut you off harshly. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve set my priorities straight.”

“But you did.” you smiled to hide the pain as you said that, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“I was wrong. I was so wrong.” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lando could see the confusion and hurt written all over your face, and he knew that he had a lot to answer for. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before he spoke again.

“I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry.” he said. “I should have fought for you, instead of letting my pride get in the way. I missed you more than I could ever say, and being away from you only made me realize how much I need you in my life.”

You looked at him skeptically, unsure if you could believe him after all the pain he had caused you. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see the sincerity and regret that shone through.

“I don't know if you're ready to forgive me, and I don't expect you to right away,” he continued. “But I had to come and tell you how I feel and to try to make things right. If you’ll let me.”

He looked down as he finished his speech. You sat a few moments in silence, letting it all sink in before leaning over and reaching for his hand.

As soon as your fingers interlocked with his, you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body. It had been so long since you had touched him, and it felt like coming home.

“Lando,” you called, wanting him to look at you. You only continued when he did. “I already forgave you. But as for the rest… I will need some time.” you said softly, not wanting to give him false hope. “But I appreciate your apology.”

"I understand," he said, squeezing your hand gently. "I'll give you all the time you need. Just know that I'm here whenever you're ready."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. It wasn't a complete resolution, but it was a start. You sat in silence for a few more minutes, just holding each other's hands, before you finally pulled away.

"I should get going," you said, grabbing your book and standing up.

“Let me drive you home.” Lando said, standing up as well.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were ready to spend more time alone with him. But as you looked into his earnest and apologetic gaze, you couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Okay," you said, a small smile creeping onto your face. "Let's go."

Lando walked you to his car, opening the door for you and then walking around to the driver's side. As he started the engine, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. This was the same car he had driven you around in when you were together, and it felt strange to be sitting in it again.

The ride was mostly silent, with both of you lost in your own thoughts. But as you pulled up in front of your apartment building, Lando turned to you with a serious expression on his face.

"I know I have a lot to make up for," he said, his voice low and intense. “But I promise you, I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I'm serious about this. I want us to be together again, if you'll have me."

You took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions swirling inside you. It was true that you still had feelings for Lando, but you weren't sure if it was enough to give him another chance. You needed time to think, to process everything that had happened between you two.

"I appreciate your sincerity, Lando," you said finally, meeting his gaze. "But I need some time alone to figure things out. Can you give me that?"

"Of course," he said, nodding his head. "I'll respect your wishes. Just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude towards him. Despite everything that had happened between you two, he still cared about your well-being. It was a comforting thought, and it made you realize that maybe, just maybe, there was hope for the two of you.

"Thank you, Lando," you said, giving him a small smile. "I'll talk to you soon."

With that, you got out of the car and walked towards your building, feeling a strange mixture of emotions. Part of you was relieved to have some space to think, while another part of you was still hopeful for a future with Lando.

As you walked up the stairs to your apartment, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held. Would you be able to start anew, or would you remain apart forever? Only time would tell, but for now, all you could do was take things one day at a time.

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amyispxnk · 6 months

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Just Stay

Summary: Every time, staying was so easy. It was natural. Then you couldn't.

A/N: there's a bit of confusing writing in some places - it's 2am and I've been writing this for almost 2 hours straight, spare me. I hope you guys like this because it genuinely took so much effort. Pls show some love.

A/N #2: after letting this simmer for a bit im feeling like i hate it and it's really stupid and umm yeah so yeah! I physically cringe every time I remember this exists

Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: alcohol, drug mention, brief very light smut, pet names, language, smoking cigarettes, translated Spanish that may well be incorrect (let me know if there are any mistakes please), violence and death, guns, fluff, angst, unwanted attraction from a guy (nothing like SA but it’s just kinda uncomfy and he kisses her but she didn’t want him to NOT JAVI)

Used a prompt from @luvmake “things said between kisses”

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

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You groaned as you shut the door to your apartment behind you, tossing your keys on the table by the door and shrugging your jacket off, walking over to your fridge to find something to take your mind off things.

Work was stressful, but of course it was. You were a DEA agent working to take down Pablo fucking Escobar. Of course it was stressful.

The only thing that lessened the burden was your partner, Javier Peña. It was a rocky start for the two of you, him being very closed-off and already having a reputation which made you not want to get involved with him at all. But you got to know him after a while and here you were 2 years later, being able to call yourself his friend.

You groaned again when you realised you had absolutely no alcohol in your fridge or anywhere in your living space. Then your mind went back to him, Javier did live next door.. and when does Javier not have alcohol on him?

After listening out for the all-too-familiar sound of skin slapping against skin and not hearing anything (you didn't want a repeat of the last time you showed up unannounced) you figured it was safe to go over.

You made sure the door was locked behind you - you can never be too safe, even when you're going next door for just five minutes - you quickly padded over to his apartment, knocking on the door.

When he opened it, he was shirtless. Of course he was, it's Javi. You clenched your teeth together as you fought to not look at his chest and spoke.

"I'm out of alcohol." You stated, at which he raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He questioned as if he had no clue what you were getting at.

"Let me have some of yours."

He stayed unmoving.

"Pleeeeeeease, Javier." You pouted, clasping your hands together dramatically before he chuckled softly and opened the door further to let you in.

Once he'd closed it behind you, you looked around. Sure you'd been to his apartment before, but you always liked to analyse things. Maybe it was from being an agent, but you had always had this little trait.

You noticed a movie was playing on the TV as you walked into his kitchen, not being able to tell what it actually was since it was paused at an awkward frame.

"You watching a sex movie, Javier?" You teased, leaning back to look at him as you shut the cabinet.

"Yeah, totally." He said, rolling his eyes before sitting down on the couch.

You held the whiskey bottle in your hands as you stood there for a moment. He didn't tell you to leave at any point, so maybe he wouldn't mind if you just..

You fell down onto the couch beside him, crossing your legs beneath you and bringing the glass of whiskey to your lips.

He still didn't say anything, just glanced at you quickly before shrugging to himself and continuing to watch the movie.

2 hours later, this is a long fucking movie, the ending credits rolled and you might've fallen asleep. It wasn't your fault he had such terrible movie taste that might've also been in complicated Spanish that your fuzzy, whiskey-filled brain didn't want to translate.

The third time he'd said your name you bolted upright.

"Who's it? What happened? Javier? Javier!" You spoke quickly, realising where you were and what you were doing when you looked back at him.

"'s just me. Calm down. Maybe we'll take some of this away." He murmured, picking up the whiskey bottle and taking it with your glass back to the kitchen.

When he came back, you had already drifted off again and he sighed before shaking you awake.

"Stop fucking waking me up." You murmured, cosying back up on the couch for the third time.

"You can't sleep over, missus."

"Why, got a special lady coming over?" You teased with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

"Dios Mio, you're insufferable." He muttered under his breath. "Just stay then, okay? I don't even care."

"Thank you Javiiii." You grinned at him as he walked away to his room.

"You're welcome querida.” He answered before shutting the door and crumpling on his sheets. That was the longest you two had been that close to each other and your touch was doing a lot of things to him that he didn’t want to admit.

His brows furrowed as he sighed, turning the lamp off and willing himself to sleep.

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Your nails dug into his skin so hard you probably drew blood before he stilled inside of you, spilling into the condom with a final thrust.

He stayed there for a moment and appreciated your figure, eyes squeezed shut and your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest rising with your heavy breaths and your arms having moved from his to being thrown above your head, hair all over the place on your face.

The oversensitivity started getting to both of you and he reluctantly pulled out, disposing of the condom before bringing a cloth over to you and cleaning you up gently before doing the same for himself and getting rid of that too.

He sat down on the edge of the mattress and lit a cigarette, puffing out the smoke before turning back to face you.

You were propped up on your forearms with a lazy smile on your face, totally fucked-out. It had taken so long for you two to take the plunge, but now you had finally done it and it was incredible, you were insatiable, always coming back for more. He definitely lived up to that reputation.

You reached for the cigarette and he gave it to you. After taking a long drag, you flopped back down onto his bed and handed it back to him.

“I don’t really wanna get up, y’know.” You said slowly after a few seconds of silent smoking. You had never done a sleep-over with him - after you started fucking - and thought that you might be crossing a line with the implication of doing so in your words.

He debated your words in his mind. He didn’t like getting attached, he didn’t let the informants stay over, and they didn’t really care. It was their job.

But you were different. He knew you, worked with you, and you had fucked enough times for there to be someting more brewing between the two of you.

He stubbed out the cigarette and lay down beside you, brushing some hair out of your face before pulling the blanket back on top of you both and turning around.

“Just stay, then.”

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You were pressed up against a wall, panting heavily as you quickly reloaded your gun and dared a look around the corner. Shouts and gunfire filled your ears, your head pounded and your eyes stung.

You ran from the corner down the hallway and into a room, killing another one of the men. It was noone important, and it was getting fucking annoying by this point. How many people had to die, how many did you have to kill until you would just get an actual lead? A few years ago, this would’ve killed you inside. You were weaker mentally and probably would’ve resigned, not wanting to steal the lives of so many for such futile results.

You walked outside of the house and leaned back against the wall, eyebrows knitted together as you tipped your head back and exhaled deeply. Everyone who was in that building 20 minutes ago was either dead or had slipped away. The person you were looking for had slipped away.

“Todos en la sala principal, ¡date prisa! (everyone in the main room, hurry up!)" Your leader’s voice sounded from inside and you pushed yourself off of the wall, turning the corner and immediately falling to the floor as a gunshot rang through the air.

Fuck, fuck, fucking shit.

Clearly, you had missed one of them and his dumb plan was to pick all of you off by himself instead of just running away and thanking God for letting him escape.

You fired a shot at your attacker, getting him in the arm and causing him to cry out in pain before shooting again and watching his lifeless body hit the path.

You dropped your gun as you shuffled over behind a crate and your eyes pressed together as the pain started to get to you. After looking down and assessing the wound, you confirmed it was nothing fatal having entered and exited just your calf. You pushed yourself up from the floor as someone else rushed down the alleyway, making you scramble for your gun again until you realised who it was.

“Shit! It’s just me! What happened?” Javier shouted to you as he came to a halt in front of you, crouching down and checking the wound.

“Some guy was still here, I was coming back in and then he shot me.” You pointed in the general direction of where you remembered his body now lay. “Over there.”

He nodded before quickly pulling you up on your feet, then noticing how your knees buckled when you tried to stand straight on your own.

He gave you his arm and you held onto him as you walked back to the rest of the group, returning to the office shortly after where they patched you up and told you that you weren’t allowed on the field for a week to make sure you didn’t put too much strain on the muscle and injure it more severely.

You were getting your coat from your office when he knocked on your door, poking his head in.

“You leaving?” He asked as he stepped inside, taking his hands out of the pockets in his leather jacket.

“Yeah. Finished everything before 3 in the morning for once.” You joked, earning a small laugh from him.

“I just happen to be leaving too. Want me to uh- bring you back?”

He knew you didn’t have a car, arguing that the apartment block was only a 30 minute walk away so why waste the money if you barely left the town, and it worried him enough without your being injured.

To be honest, you were on edge recently. Things had been getting more dangerous, more gruesome, more exhausting. You were getting more sloppy too, having more close calls than you would’ve liked to, having less time to take care of yourself. So, his invitation was more than welcome.

“Sure, yeah.” You accepted and stood up, walking over to him and taking the hand he offered you. Probably for stability, you thought, but you wouldn’t mind just holding hands with him anyway. Fuck, you felt like a stupid kid with a crush. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted by love either.

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You made it home and smiled as your cat ran up to you, rubbing her head against your legs and purring. You crouched down - with a little more difficulty than normal, obviously - and scratched behind her ears affectionately before getting back up with Javier’s help and taking your shoes and coat off. He was about to walk in with his shoes on before you quickly stopped him and tutted disapprovingly.

“I don’t like how you Americans wear shoes inside the house. Off.” You scolded, before walking over to the living room slowly.

He shook his head with a smile before taking his shoes off and following behind you, leaning back against the wall as he waited for you to do something.

“They said I gotta clean the dressing, or change it, or something. I dunno. Gave me a little instruction thingie. So- I’m gonna go do that..” You trailed off at the end.

“You want me to stay?” He questioned as he crossed his arms in front of him, t-shirt stretching deliciously over his arms, making your mind replay the memories of him doing very lewd things with them to you and dampening a spot in your panties just at the thought of it. Probably wasn’t a good idea to fuck with a gunshot wound that was barely 12 hours old though; you quickly blinked a few times to get your thoughts back in order and wet your lips before nodding at him. Yes, you did want him to stay. He offered such a sense of security and protection for you even before the stakes got higher, before Pablo’s men started literally bombing places, killing everyone and anyone, and before you got shot. You needed him, and you were realising that it wasn’t just in a sexual way anymore. It scared you and you almost took the non-verbal yes back until he walked up to you and pulled you out of your thoughts again, looking down at you and staring for a moment, as if arguing with himself in his mind. One side finally won when he bent down and kissed you on the forehead gently, pulling back and murmuring an okay to you before you spoke up again.

“Just stay, make yourself comfy. You can take my bed if you want-” He stopped you before you could finish.

“I’m not taking your bed, querida. Either I’ll join you in it or you can just stay there alone. I don’t mind the couch or anything.” He suggested.

“You can join me in it.” You told him before making your way to the bathroom to sort out your wound, thinking about the entire day.

Another unsuccessful raid, then you got shot, now Javi’s staying in your apartment for the night and it wasn’t because you had sex.

Yeah, it was scary.

And it was scary for him too when you clung to him in the night in your sleep, scary when his hand instinctively reached out to stroke your hair soothingly, scary when he almost leaned forward and kissed you before he could stop himself.

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You had to have been in this damn office for the past 3 days straight, working on report after report and chasing lead after lead. People were enjoying the holiday season as it neared vacation time for schools, Christmas ads and music were starting to play and the streets were decorated with so much red and green it made you sick.

The clock on the wall glared at you from across the room as you squinted at it, trying to read it as your eyes drooped like they had been doing for the past hour.

You finally deciphered it and realised it was 2:45AM. Okay, you’d been here for just over a day, but still.

Javier was also still in the building, you heard him walking around and he’d even come in to check on you - bother you - a few times, the latest one being just half an hour ago.

Now he was knocking on your door again and didn’t wait for you to reply before walking inside.

“Got some unfortunate news.” He said, the smirk on his face saying otherwise.

“What.” You demanded, head falling back on your chair as you prepared for literally anything to come out of this man’s mouth.

“We’re snowed in.”

“We’re what.” Your eyes widened. You were this close to finishing your work for the day, night, 2 days, whatever it was, and here he was telling you that you couldn’t actually leave.

“Yeah.” He sighed, coming to sit on your desk, fiddling with the little objects and pens littered around it. “It’s fucking crazy. We never get snow like this here. And because of that, there’s no way to get rid of it when there’s an obscene amount of it.”

You groaned as your head moved from the chair to face plant on the table with a huff of annoyance, him laughing at your state before his expression softened when he realised how tired you looked, then remembered that you were here when he arrived 9 hours ago and you were still here, and you were probably there before he came.

“You can go to sleep, y’know.”

“I have too much work left, Javi. If I leave it then it’ll just get piled up and I’ll have to stay here for-” You paused to work out the amount of hours you’d been in this office. “For 25 hours, again.”

His eyebrows shot up at the number. “25 hours? Jesus Christ, hermosa, please go to sleep. I’ll do the work for you, okay?” He offered, watching as your eyes already started to close.

“Seriously? Thank you.” You yawned. “Where would I sleep though? I can probably find a shovel or something around here and head home, they wouldn’t be that unprepared…”

“No, just stay. There’s a couch in the breakroom. I’ll go find you a blanket or something. ‘S fucking cold.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” You smiled, getting up and trudging out of the room and down the hallway to the room and slumping down on the couch.

He came back 5 minutes later with a blanket and laid you down before gently draping it over you.

“Here. You all good?”

“Yeah, thank you, you’re my favourite babysitter Javi.” You joked with a lazy smile, watching his eyes crinkle as he grinned back at you. He had a really nice smile, you mused internally, watching it grow when you realised you’d said that out loud.

“Thanks.” He smirked, before leaning down and kissing you on the forehead. That’s as close as you two got to kissing each other and you wouldn’t go any further for now.

“Don’t let me sleep for too long, okay?” You told him before your eyes drooped shut and you lay down completely.

“Te amo. (I love you)" You mumbled, half-awake, before blacking out completely as exhaustion overtook you.

Well shit.

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“Listen, I just think you’ve been too stressed lately, Javs. Gotta loosen up a little, no?” He could hear your grin through the phone. You chewed on the end of your pencil, thankful that he couldn’t see your face right now because the nervousness was evident on it and you’d be surprised if he couldn’t hear it anyway.

“Don’t have time to loosen up, queirda.” He countered, the sound of his pen scribbling something furiously onto the paper echoing through the phone. Working again.

“You sure about that? I thought you’ve been loosening up with me quite a bit.” You smirked, making him roll his eyes again.

“Fine. I’ll come to your stupid party thing.”

“Thank you.”

“Whatever.”

You hung up the phone before looking for an outfit to wear, settling on a tight black dress that came to your mid-thighs, a cropped denim jacket and some black heels. The party was tomorrow but you liked to have it planned for sure, trying on the outfit and scrolling through makeup looks for half an hour until you got tired, showering then falling asleep.

The party came around and you looked good. If you hadn’t thought it yourself, the other people there made it evident enough - your friends had given you an appreciative whistle and a rush of compliments as you walked over to them, you felt a few stares on you as you walked, and Javier made his appreciation of the outfit known to you as well.

“Don’t you look good.” He said as his eyes roved over your features, lingering on your tits for a moment longer before they came back up to your eyes again.

“You like the outfit or you want to take it off me?” You teased, hugging him before walking with him to get drinks and then going back to your friends.

When he noticed that there was not just one friend who might not even come as you told him on the phone as a way to get him to accompany you, his smirk turned into a scowl and he glared at you.

“Don’t be pissed, Javi! I just wanted you to loosen. Up.” You nudged his shoulder and introduced him to your friends.

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After a drink or two, he had loosened up a little, until someone who had had more than a drink or two came over to your group and whistled at you. You turned to face him and.. He definitely wasn’t unattractive. But he wasn’t as attractive as the guy who you came here with.

Javier had just gone to get more drinks and the timing was so bad it was funny. The guy was trying to chat you up and you considered it for a second. You and Javi weren’t anything official, just friends with sometimes benefits really, and you weren’t seeing anyone else of course, so what harm could be done with a little flirting? You were just entertaining this guy for a bit, you weren’t actually going to do anything.

Apparently this guy thought you wanted to do something more though, getting closer and closer to you and even trying to kiss you once - you quickly turned around and pretended your phone buzzed, reaching inside your bag for it and praying he wouldn’t try that again.

The world just seemed to hate you though, because Javi was a few feet away when he did try that again, and you didn’t react quickly enough this time.

His lips slammed against yours, and that’s when you saw him watching you, completely rooted to the floor. Then he turned away, storming out and slamming the door to the bar shut behind him. You pushed the guy off of you so quickly he almost fell over and ran after Javier, chasing him as best you could in the heels whilst calling out to him.

“Javi! Javi, wait!” You shouted as you cupped your hands around your mouth, cursing when he didn’t stop.

“Javier, fucking wait!” The use of his full name got his attention for a second, and he was about to start walking away again when your hand gripped his forearm tightly.

“What is your problem?” You gritted. “You seriously made me chase after you in these fucking heels!” You exclaimed as you gestured to the ridiculously uncomfortable shoes.

His jaw was clenched as he looked down to them, then back up at you.

“I don’t get you. You lied to make me come here so I could loosen up a little, and I thought maybe you actually wanted to hang out with me as well. I thought that was a part of it. But then you- you’re kissing another guy? You’ve never even kissed me, and how long have we known each other? How many times have we fucked? How much have I done for you, and how much have you done for me, but the closest we’ve come to anything like that was a kiss on the fucking forehead?” He seethed, aggressive gaze burning straight through you.

He wanted to tell you he loved you. Don’t you know how much I fucking love you? Can you not see it? I know you feel it too. You said it yourself.

He hadn’t told you about what you said that day it snowed yet.

“Javi..” You began after a minute. “I didn’t kiss him. He kissed me. I didn’t want him to.” You admitted, and suddenly his mind cleared. Maybe it was because he had one too many drinks, but he jumped to conclusions. He got too protective of you and you weren’t even his.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” He murmured.

There was a moment of silence until you spoke up again in a smaller voice. He’d never seen you look so timid in your life.

“You want to kiss me?” You asked, recalling what he’d said before.

“I- yeah.” He sighed, looking down. No use trying to avoid it now.

You tilted his face upwards before cupping his cheek, leaning in, and kissing him. His eyes widened slightly before he reciprocated it eagerly, one hand curling around your waist and pulling you closer as the other rested on the back of your neck, suffocating you with the kisses and his body. You’d seen so much of each other before and this was the final thing left for you to do. Now you had finally gone and done it.

When you broke from the kiss, you were both panting as his forehead rested against yours.

“Do that again, please.” You said as a grin creeped onto your face, making him let out a low chuckle before obliging your request.

That night, you didn’t have to ask him to stay. He just did.

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You had never been so angry in your entire life, you reckoned. You paced around the room, running a hand through your hair before stopping to look at him again.

"Los Pepes? Really, Javier? Really?!" You said in a raised voice. Of course he had gotten involved with Los Pepes. And now he was getting fired for it.

You had started dating only a few months ago and it was actually going pretty well. He was a really good partner, always did his best to communicate, bought you things, treated you well, had a really big cock.. And you loved him, you really did.

But this was really bad.

"It's not my fucking fault! They helped enough, didn't they?"

"They're brutal murderers!" You shouted before turning away again. "I fucking knew it. I knew there was something wrong. You've been all skittish lately, Los Pepes have been coming up so much in our reports.. I just never thought you'd do something like that." You sighed, looking up from the floor to meet his gaze and feeling your eyes well up with tears as it came crashing down on you that he was going to leave.

"I'm sorry, querida, I can't-" -stay.

"Did you even think about me when you did all this shit? Did you think about us? I thought I was actually important to you, but clearly not." You scoffed bitterly.

"Baby you are important to me-" He began, reaching for your hand.

You batted it away before immediately taking it back and squeezing his hand tight before you felt the tears fall.

"Then why did you do it? We would've- we would've gotten them eventually! It would have just taken a little longer, but this wouldn't have happened! Javier, I can't-" Your entire body shuddered as you sobbed in front of him, and it was like somebody was stabbing him in the heart, twisting the knife around before pulling it out along with his heart with which he loved you so much.

"Please. Please, just stay. We can figure something out. I'll fix it, you can't leave me. I can't do it. Javier." You pleaded, sniffling as you grasped his hand tightly. You didn't want to let go. Of him. Of this. You had liked him for so long and it finally came together and he pulled this shit and now it was all over.

"I can't."

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Thank you so much for reading. Wow that was long. I hope you liked it, and I hope it made sense and it was as good as it was in my head. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open. 💞

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hey!

i literally binge read all your kaz fics so i was wondering if you could write a kaz x reader where the reader is a love interest? defiantly something fluffy if possible

maybe as a prompt the reader is a uni student and none of the crows no about her but they’ve noticed kaz sneaking out to see her so they follow him and they finally meet? no pressure at all, just a suggestion!! 🫶

i can't deny it any longer

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Pairing: Kaz Brekker x f!Reader

A/N: Hi, love! I noticed your Kaz binge and I really appreciated it <333 I'm so glad you like what I write. I got way too deep into this request, but I really adored writing it, so I hope you like it. Even though it's a bit long. This is just filled to the brim with pining and fluff, but I'm not sorry. Thank you for the request!

Summary: An unlikely friendship gets revealed, and the Crows intend to make more of it.

Genre: Fluff and Comedy

Word Count: 6.6K (This is the longest fic I ever wrote and I have no clue why dsaljh)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, feelings and ripping peoples' eyes out :D

None of the Crows dared to speak on the walk back to the Slat. The job had been a complete disaster, and Kaz was fuming. Not even Inej, who had never feared Kaz’s outbursts before, attempted to talk him down. This was going to be a fun evening.

When they finally reached the Slat, he didn’t even spare them one word before he limped up the worn staircase that lead to his office. They didn’t go after him. It was best to allow him to sort things out on his own, rather than giving him another reason to lash out at them. Instead, they huddled together in the living room area to assess and treat their wounds, also bringing a few bottles of whiskey into the equation while they were at it.

Half an hour later, they heard heavy footsteps accompanied by the clicking of a cane coming down the stairs. All of them readied themselves for the berating of a lifetime once Kaz would reach their floor, but the footsteps didn’t come closer. The footsteps started to fade and become barely audible until the front door of the Slat was slammed shut. The rest of the Crows just gaped at each other with questioning glances, only Inej silently slipping towards the window, trying to spot him in the colourful crowd outside. But he was already too far away for anyone to see him.

“Phew, that was a close one,” Jesper exclaimed enthusiastically, taking another sip from his drink. “I doubt that I could have dealt with another one of his tirades on gun safety or no gambling on the job.” His voice mocked Kaz’s stern intonation, but no one seemed to latch onto the joke. He only earned a dismissive look from Wylan, who was still busy dusting the soot off his jacket.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Nina asked, her head turning to the Suli girl still residing at the window. As much as the Heartrender wanted to be mad at him, she knew that Kaz wasn’t necessarily skilled at taking care of himself or knowing when to stop, so she still felt a certain sense of dread.

“He’s probably off to get his head smashed in because he can’t take a loss,” Matthias grumbled, leaning back into the cushion of the couch, a prominent frown on his face. Nina only gave him a jab to the rips in an effort to reprimand him.

“I have absolutely no clue.” Inej began with a huffed breath. “But I’m sure that he knows exactly where he’s going.”

“What does that mean?” Wylan raised his brows.

“He’s been secretly going out a lot recently. Specifically at night or when he thinks that no one is watching. I began noticing it three weeks ago and I didn’t think it was that odd. However, by now I’m starting to get a bit worried. He always leaves when something went wrong and I just can’t seem to figure out where he’s going.”

“And you’ve been keeping that from us the whole time?” Jesper questioned, a devilish grin settling on his lips. “That is perfect blackmailing material, Inej! Kaz Brekker, sneaking out in the middle of the night to do what? Does he have a second identity that he’s been hiding from us? Is he off to go on secret jobs? Or maybe he’s visiting his secret partner?”

“Kaz Brekker having a secret partner?” Nina snorted, very much enjoying the way this conversation developed. “You don’t really think that’s likely, do you?”

“That’s the thing that you hold to be the least likely?” Wylan muttered amusedly.

“Have you ever tried to track him?” The Sharpshooter directed his question at Inej again. He was determined to know everything and would not stop until he did. “I mean, we evidently all care about his well-being,” his tone was audibly sarcastic, even though everyone knew that he actually did care, “so it would be best to keep tabs on him.”

“I did once. Somehow he knew that I was there and he told me off. From then on I didn’t feel like it would have been appropriate. He obviously doesn’t want us to know, and I think we should respect that.”

“Well, I think we should follow him the next time. Just to check up on him, of course” By now Jesper was fully convinced of getting behind his friend’s secret nights out. He exchanged a devious glance with Nina, whereas the other three Crows just rolled their eyes. They would definitely tag along, though.

On the other side of Ketterdam, you were busy finishing your last exam of the semester. It had been quite the straining term, so you were glad to finally be done with it. Once you left the exam hall, the light of the day had already subsided, announcing a bleak evening.

Normally, you wouldn’t have gone straight home after taking an exam, but none of your friends had to take the same exam, so they wouldn’t have been down for your usual visit to the local pubs. And going out alone was absolutely not an option that you would consider. Well, you would have considered it if you had the chance to visit a particular club. However, walking around the Barrel at night as a young university student with basically no self-defence skills didn’t seem like the best idea if you plan on finishing your degree. Realistically, you also had only one good reason to drop by the gambling den anyway. A reason that you were way too invested in and that probably didn’t even like you back.

You bit the inside of your cheek as your mind was invaded by thoughts about Kaz Brekker. The friendship between the two of you was fairly unlikely to anyone else. The Bastard of a Barrel being friends with a plain university student. But after you had caught him red-handed while he tried to steal classified institute information, yet still decided to let him go, he became instantly interested in getting to know more about you. At first, you assumed that he only wanted to get close to you since you had easy access to quite a few institutes and libraries. Well, it turns out that that wasn’t exactly the case. Your small flat became something close to a retreat to him. Whenever things at the Slat started to weigh down on him, he would come to you. It was an odd picture, watching Dirtyhands, one of the most feared men in Ketterdam, sprawled out on your couch, ranting about his day, but by now it was almost like a habit.

For some reason, the young crime boss had managed to fully capture your interest. In other words, you were completely and utterly besotted with him. And it was humiliating to say the least. He would never be able to love you back. Not the way you did at least.

You had been so lost in thought that you hadn’t even acknowledged where you were going until you stood at the main entrance of your flat building. You were definitely in need of a nap. After climbing the mountain of stairs leading up to your door, that is. But when you were just about to pull the bundle of keys out of your pocket, you heard a chair scraping over the floorboards inside your room. Maybe you had to scratch that well-deserved nap.

With cautious steps, you crept towards the door, pulling out the delicate dagger you kept attached to your belt - of course, a gift from Kaz. Even though the University District wasn’t too far away from the Barrel, there never had been a break-in close to your flat unit before, so the prospect of a stranger currently rummaging through your belongings scared you greatly. Slowly you pressed down the handle, allowing you to see inside the cramped flat. As your eyes roamed the small space, they were met with another pair of eyes staring back at them. You were close to letting out a shriek until you realised who the stranger was.

The dark-clad figure stretched out in one of your armchairs, discarding the book he had been browsing through. He acted as if it was completely reasonable for him to be in your home without you knowing about it. You closed the door behind you, considering whether you should scold him or whether you should be glad that he was here.

“Put the knife down, love.” Saints, how you hated him addressing you with these damned cutesy pet names. “You’d be more likely to accidentally pluck someone’s eye out than to actually defend yourself judging by the way you’re holding it.” Bastard.

“I’d say plucking someone’s eye out would be a great way to defend myself.” You dropped your bag at the entrance, walked over to the living room and sat on the armrest of your couch to calm your aggressively thudding heart.

“Not if you do it by accident. That would probably count as aggravated assault if you’d ask the Staadwatch.”

“As if you care about that the Staadwatch has to say.” He chuckled in response to that. He didn’t laugh - you weren’t even sure if he could - but a chuckle from Kaz Brekker was enough to make your head spin. Pathetic. “On another note, please tell me that you didn’t break in through the window again. I’m running out of excuses for all the scratches on the window sill.”

“I promise that I didn’t break in through the window.”

“Thank you.”

“I picked the lock on your front door this time.” You groaned, whilst simultaneously biting back a grin. “And I would also advise you to get new ones. They are way too flimsy. Very easy to outsmart. Especially for people with ill intentions.”

“Aw, that almost sounds like you care about me, Brekker.” He didn’t have one of his usual cocky comebacks at hand, so he merely gave you a warning glare, knowing that you weren’t afraid of him. As crazy as it sounded, you fully trusted him to never harm you.

For the first time this evening, you allowed yourself to take a proper look at the man across from you. It wasn't unusual for him to look like an utter mess when he pays you a visit, today he seemed just a bit more burnt out than what you were used to. There were prominent bags under his eyes, a stark contrast to the marble-like paleness of his skin. His hair was slightly dishevelled and it didn't help that he continuously ran his hand through it. All in all, he looked like he should've retired to bed a long time ago. Instead, he was here.

“Didn’t you have a job today? Shouldn’t you still be off completing some teenage criminal business?” You inquired, not necessarily caring too much about the bloody details of his work, but wanting him to continue talking. He scowled and that already told you the reason for today’s visit. “Ah, it went well I assume.”

“Don’t get me started.” You got him started. In fact, his rant almost took one hour, only allowing you to give some sparse comments in between. You would have to lie if you said that you were actively listening to what he was saying. As soon as he started telling you about how his ‘Plan F’ failed, you had already forgotten the initial intent of the mission.

“If I had stayed at the Slat any longer I would probably have ripped somebody’s eyes out,” Kaz gnarled and judging by his expression he was being completely serious.

“Good to know that coming here calms your murderous tendencies, Kaz. Even though, I believe that a good night’s sleep would have done the same thing.”

“Are you implying that you would like me to leave?”

“I’m implying that you look like you haven’t had a proper rest in forever.” You pushed yourself off your makeshift seat, walking over to the cabinet where you kept your alcohol and grabbing one of the rather fancy wine bottles. “Actually, I’m quite glad to have your company. Drinking alone is always such a bummer.” A bit clumsily, you filled up two wine glasses and handed him the slightly fuller one, which he sceptically accepted.

“Are we drinking to celebrate or to forget?” He smirked, raising the glass to his lips and taking a brief sip from it. The eye contact between you never faltered as he spoke. It almost made you forget what you actually wanted to drink on.

“Depending on the exam results, we might have to be a bit ambivalent with our reasoning.” You mirrored his previous movements, the velvety alcohol numbing your throat. You didn’t expect him to remember the fact that you had an exam today, he had so much on his mind without your insignificant ramblings, but his muddled expression told you that he did know.

“You took your final exam for this semester and the first thing you do is go home with the intention of drinking alone?”

“And you just returned from a botched job that cost you a thousand kruge, and presumably a whole bunch of nerves, yet the first thing you do is walk from the Barrel to the University District to stay at a lousy flat?” You gave him a self-satisfied smile, which he only returned with an eye roll.

“Seems like we both tend to go for the unreasonable.” He replied, a foreign sense of sobriety clouding his usually stern and cold eyes. Something clicked inside him after that conversation, but he didn’t have the will to tell you. Not right now.

Kaz only left when he caught the way your head began to slump to the side every other minute and how the time between your yawns got shorter and shorter. When he strode through the streets, he was somewhat startled by the fact that the sun had already begun to rise. He had spent the whole night with you, something he had never dared to do before, the apprehension of becoming too close - too attached - to you constantly lingering in the back of his mind. Tonight felt just right, though. Maybe he could allow himself one more weakness.

Breakfast at the Slat was surprisingly calm. As of now. One Crow was currently still missing, much to the delight of his friends’ mental well-being. Nevertheless, it still made some of them feel uneasy. What did they have to expect once Dirtyhands would join them? Was his absence just there to give them a false sense of security?

“He can’t possibly still be asleep.” Wylan groaned, genuinely just wanting to put the whole situation past him. He hated confrontation, especially when that confrontation was coming from Kaz, but he also hated the uncomfortable tension that was emitting from every single one of his friends.

“I doubt that he slept at all.” Inej returned, her voice still heavy with slumber. “I didn’t hear him coming back yesterday, so it must have been pretty late into the night. He wouldn’t go to bed at that point.”

The firm shutting of the front door made their heads turn. Realistically, it could have been anyone, it’s not like the Slat was inhabited by the Crows alone, but they all had a sneaking suspicion about who it could be.

That suspicion was confirmed once they heard the clinking of a cane coming up the stairs. And this time, the noise approached them determinedly. Kaz entered the room quietly, acknowledging the presence of the others with a mumbled greeting. There was no malice when he spoke, none of his usual venom could be found. Perhaps it was the veil of tiredness that was visible on his features, but he didn’t seem to have the intention of berating them. He looked…at ease?

“Good morning, boss,” Jesper was the first to speak up, causing Inej to give him an alarmed glance. She did not want this to get blown out of proportion, especially not because of one of the Sharpshooter’s humorous comments. “Are my eyes deceiving me or is there a certain lack of a frown on your face?” Alright, here they go again.

Kaz, who had made a beeline to pour himself a cup of morning coffee, didn’t show the underlying discomfort questions like these evoked. It was obvious that all of them were suspecting that something had changed - Saints, it was a miracle that none of them had brought his occasional disappearances up earlier - but he couldn’t allow himself to feed their theories.

“That rang true until you opened your mouth, Jesper.” He groggily replied, deciding that it would be best to avoid them for the remainder of the day.

“He’s totally hiding something,” Nina whispered as they listened to his footsteps disappear upstairs.

“Oh, he so is. But I suppose we’ll find out soon enough.”

To their dismay, Kaz’s secret trips stopped for the following days. But roughly a week after the uncomfortable breakfast encounter, Inej barged into the living room area, a devious grin on her lips - unusual for the normally holier-than-thou Wraith.

“He left! He’s on his way towards the Financial District.” Without wasting any more words, the Crows scrambled to their feet. It looked almost comical, five young adults that were barely done with their teenage years hurrying out of the Slat to stalk one of their friends.

Inej obviously led the party, tracking Kaz from a fair distance without eliciting his attention. Against her initial suggestion, he didn’t choose to stay in the Financial District, rather sternly crossing right through it. His target destination seemed to be the campus of Ketterdam University. But what kind of business would he have here?

They watched as he approached an outdated flat building, entering it without a second thought. Great, now they only had to figure out what room he would be in. They, meaning Inej.

“Am I dreaming or did Kaz Brekker just knock and act like a normal member of society, instead of breaking into my home as usual?” You quipped, beckoning him to come in with a warm smile. It was embarrassing to say, but even one week of him not coming by felt like an eternity of being deprived of his presence.

“I apologize, the next time I’ll just resort to throwing a brick through your window to not make you question your grip on reality.” It was a stupid joke, a terrible one even, yet you couldn’t help letting out a laugh. A laugh that made Kaz’s mind go blank whenever he heard it.

Today’s visit had no specific reason. He was starting to accept that he didn’t need a specific reason to come here, other than just simply wanting to see you. He wouldn’t say that out loud, and neither would you question it. It was enough to just be here. To hear you laugh at his dry humour. To listen to you talk about your day. Hell, even merely to enjoy the comfortable silence, as long as you were here.

Your usual routine was barely about to begin when one of the tiles on the rooftop next to your window crashed against the cobblestone a few stories lower. The sound of the tile coming down didn’t concern you. The rustling coming from right outside your walls did. You looked over to Kaz, who did not look particularly concerned. A knowing grimace graced the sharp lines of his face.

Without any warning, he pushed himself off the armchair, striding towards the window and forcing it open. You couldn’t see what he was searching for, but you spotted the exact moment when he found it. Judging by the way his jaw clenched you could only pray that he hadn’t gotten both of you into trouble.

“I know that you’re here, Inej.” Inej? The Wraith? What was she doing here? “I know that all of you are here.” His hoarse voice called into the darkness of the night. All of them? This made you a bit anxious. You joined him at the window, though you weren’t able to see anything since respecting his boundaries with touch also meant giving him enough space to move freely.

You almost jumped when a hooded figure appeared at the small platform in front of your window. The person pulled down their head-covering, revealing the apologetic face of a young Suli girl. This had to be Inej, Kaz’s unofficial second in command. He had told you quite a few things about her, but being face to face with her - well, sort of - was completely different. After she had pried her eyes away from Kaz’s menacing stare, she turned to look at you, and you could swear that the faintest hint of a smile flashed over her face.

“Kaz, listen, we’re terribly sorry for invading your personal affairs like that. We were just a bit-”

“You were what? Concerned about my safety? Or just way too curious for your own good?” His voice sounded dangerously low, a tone he had never used in your presence. “Leave. I’ll talk to you - all of you - once I’m back at the Slat.”

“Kaz, let them come in. It’s not a big deal.” Even though you weren’t sure who else the ‘they’ would entail, you didn’t feel like creating an argument over no harm done.

“They followed me here to satisfy their need for gossip and you don't think that's a big deal?"

"It's not like that." The Suli girl interrupted. "We were genuinely worried about you sneaking off in the middle of the night and just wanted to make sure that you were okay." He didn't completely believe that, but as his gaze turned to meet yours again, he let out a sigh.

"Fine." He lamented, audible enough for everyone to hear before trudging back to the couch in hopes to ignore whatever was about to happen.

Almost soundlessly, the Wraith slipped into your flat, looking around carefully as she took in her surroundings. She offered you her hand, in an attempt to at least give you the decency to introduce herself.

"Please forgive us for disturbing you like this, especially in the privacy of your own home. I'm aware that this isn't the ideal first impression. I'm Inej, one of Kaz's…friends." She was careful with her words, knowing that Kaz was listening in on everything she said. But you didn't care about his grudges. You had always wanted to meet his Crows, the few friends he was keen on telling you about, so their sudden appearance was actually quite delightful.

"Don't bother worrying about this. It's fine, trust me. There’s room for all of us, and some more company doesn’t hurt." You tried to reassure her, but a knock at the door announced the arrival of the others. Upon opening the door, you were met with the four remaining Crows, who gingerly shuffled into your small living space, greeting you with muttered apologies you didn’t pay any mind to. They were quite an interesting crowd, you had to note. The blonde mountain of a man entered first, accompanied by a radiant young woman, dressed in a red dress that fit her perfectly. Your mind immediately wandered to the many times Kaz had been talking about Matthias Helvar’s broody nature and Nina Zenik’s hatred towards his haircut - that had to be them. You identified the last two people as Wylan Van Eck and Jesper Fahey. The shy redhead, who had been the most apologetic out of the group was quickly pulled away by the charming Zemeni man, who only gave you a curt nod as he pushed past you to the seating area.

Even though Kaz was already on edge about your hospitality, you still went out of your way to hurry to the kitchen and bring out a few more glasses and a decanter of water. You wouldn’t allow yourself to be seen as a negligent host, especially when it came to the friends Kaz had told you so much about him

The whole group sat scattered around your minuscule living room area, occupying every seat but the empty space next to their boss on the couch. He noticed your hesitance and slid a bit further towards the armrest, wordlessly telling you that it was okay, maybe even a bit welcome to sit next to him. Without thinking too much about it, you accepted his offer, attaining some stunned glances from his team.

"I'm so pleased to finally meet all of you." You beamed after finally settling in and introducing yourself briefly, earning a pleading look from the man sitting next to you. A look you bluntly chose to ignore. "Kaz has been droning on about his Crows since I've known him."

The man who you had rightfully assumed to be Jesper shot a teasing glance at Kaz. Any intention of a comment leaving his lips was quickly extinguished by one of Kaz's muttered threats, which you couldn’t completely make out, but that seemed to be enough of a warning to shut him up.

“I wish we could say the same,” The Heartrender spoke up, her voice soft and pleasant as she gave you a calming smile. “But Kaz failed to mention that he had other…friends.” Her tone was reluctant and you could basically feel the man in question tense up next to you. The realization dawned on you that they were probably all thinking that you were romantically involved. A thought you had nothing against, in all honesty, but you didn’t intend on admitting that in the near future.

“Not that we would have believed him had he told us earlier.” Matthias’s thick Fjerdan accent added dryly.

“But of course, we’re very happy to hear - and see - that he isn’t the secluded hermit he makes himself out to be.” The Sharpshooter snickered, satisfied with the way this situation had turned out. “Even though we are kind of hurt that you didn’t think about introducing this gorgeous lady to us. Were you just going to keep her hidden away from us until you suffer a probable untimely death? You should have brought her to the Crow Club to meet us sooner. I’m sure she wouldn’t have minded.”

“You must be really lovely company if Kaz decided to keep you all to himself.” Nina directed her attention back to you. You felt your heartbeat pick up its pace. She was definitely insinuating exactly what you thought she was. It only got worse when you recalled that she was very likely listening in on the accelerated thudding inside your chest.

“Maybe I just didn’t think that she would enjoy your company, Zenik.” He retorted smugly, causing the Grisha to frown. I wouldn’t want her to be affected by your questionable influence.” His last sentence reeked of sarcasm and you knew it, yet the girl on the other side of the room put on her best offended expression.

“That’s rich coming from a man that doesn’t shy away from ripping people’s eyes out if they wronged him. Talk about enjoyable company.” You were no stranger to the Barrel’s brutality, even though Kaz didn’t necessarily talk that much about the bloody details of his job, so this information didn’t significantly faze you.

“If she gets along with Kaz this well, she’ll get along with us just fine,” Wylan added, enticing a chuckle from his boyfriend, who had one arm slung around his shoulder. You didn’t miss the faint hue of pink on Kaz’s cheeks after the Merchling put additional emphasis on the ‘this well’ part of his statement. Was he seriously flustered?

However, his theory seemed to ring true. The rest of the evening was spent chatting about your respective lives and a lot of jokes - most of them made at Kaz’s expense. The teasing about him sneaking out to meet you seemed to be ceaseless, and it affected him more than you would have expected. Maybe that was the reason why he was so reluctant to introduce them to you.

When the night gradually came to an end, you picked up the mugs of tea and coffee that had begun to accumulate on the living room table, moving to bring them to the kitchen. Inej, who had been rather reserved for the majority of the evening, was set on helping you. It seemed like she had something to get off her chest in private, so you blindly agreed. Your heart stung a bit when you thought about the possible discussion topics she had planned to hit you with. It was no secret that she and Kaz were quite close, but he never told you about the true nature of their relationship. For all you knew they could have been in a steady relationship for years now. However, you didn’t nurture that thought for your own good.

The two of you sauntered to the kitchen, putting all the glasses and mugs into the sink to be dealt with at some point later. She carefully closed the door behind her before she let her back rest against it. She really did want to talk to you. Mentally, you were already prepared for the worst.

“Y/N, I bit my tongue the whole evening and would really hate to pry, especially after the unlucky circumstances under which we had to meet for the first time, but there is a question that I just can’t get out of my head.” Shit, this was going to hurt. “Are Kaz and you, uhm, seeing each other?” Your cheeks instantly turned bright red. Nothing ever happened between the two of you, other than yearning glances on your part and comments that could be interpreted as flirty on his, but it had gotten painfully obvious that you weren’t entirely satisfied with that.

“Kaz and me?” You sputtered, trying to act like this was the most incredulous suggestion to ever exist. “Oh, we’re just friends - well, if you can call it that - I promise there is nothing to worry about!” Inej cocked her head to the side, mustering you with a bemused expression as you were still wrestling for the right words. You had expected her to be relieved or to not believe you and end up lashing out at you. What you hadn’t expected her to do was smile.

“What should I be worried about?”

“I mean, uhm, you and Kaz-”

“Oh no, absolutely not.” She laughed, throwing her head back as she realized what you were so unsure about. “There is nothing between me and Kaz. He’s my friend, but nothing more.” These words felt as if something heavy got lifted off your shoulders. At least you were not about to be stabbed by the Wraith for having a crush on someone she could’ve been with. Now, you would just have to deal with the feelings not being mutual.

“The same goes for me and Kaz. We’re just friends.” You tried to lie to yourself.

“I think he might be on a different page.”

“What?” Her way of speaking made you realize why she and Kaz were friends in the first place. Both of them would rather die than speak in coherent sentences.

“None of us believed that Kaz was seeing someone when we became aware of him sneaking out. To us, it would have been more likely for him to have a second identity. So when we followed him tonight, we didn’t expect…this.” She gestured around the room, her hands pointing up and down your body. “He seeks you out when he’s stressed - not because he needs to get away from us, he has his office for that and knows how to keep us at an arm’s length - but because he wants to be here. The six of us have been friends for so long, and I don’t think that he ever looked at any of us the way he looked at you. It may not be obvious to you, and I wouldn’t blame you, that man is more than emotionally constipated, but whatever feelings you harbour towards him, I’m sure that they are reciprocated.” Your head felt light. Could she be right? Could Kaz Brekker ever feel even slightly the same as you did?

“I’d like to believe that, Inej, I really would. But I promise that the feelings between us are merely platonic, and it’s better that way.”

“What a shame. It would do Kaz some good to have something consistent - something good - in his life.” With that, she pushed herself off the wood behind her, giving you an encouraging wink before she returned to the others.

Unbeknownst to you, Kaz had suffered a similar fate whilst you were talking to Inej.

The five remaining friends had waited for the door to close behind you and the Wraith, their heads snapping towards Kaz when they heard it click.

“So, Kaz-”

“No matter what you were planning to say, keep it to yourself, Zenik.” He wasn’t having this at all.

“Are you two dating?” Wylan asked eagerly, prompting Kaz to groan in displeasure.

“Y/N and I are not dating. And after all the trouble you five caused me today it’s bold to even imply that.”

“Come on Kaz, we may lack your skills in deduction, but we are not blind. We all see the way you look at her.” Jesper taunted his friend playfully, wriggling his brow suggestively.

“I look at her the same way I look at all of you.”

“I sure as hell hope you don’t. I don’t want you to give me heart eyes.”

“I’m not giving her ‘heart eyes’, Jesper.” There was audible disdain in his voice as he repeated Jesper’s words to him.

“If telling yourself that helps you sleep at night.” Even Matthias joined in on the teasing. He truly was done for.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Kaz rubbed his eyes with his hand, hoping that once he had removed it from his face, his friends would stop pestering him about this.

“That list would be too long for us to go through now. Especially if you intend on keeping your love interest.” Jesper was really playing with fire at this point.

“I’ll say it one last time. She is not my love interest. We are not in a relationship. The relationship we have is just as platonic as the relationships I have with you.”

“Because slipping out in the middle of the night just to see her is very platonic?” Nina grinned sheepishly. “Just admit that you like her and ask her out, for Saint’s sake. What are you so afraid of? Rejection? Being honest with yourself? Is that the way to defeat the mighty Dirtyhands? Should we send a message to Pekka Rollins?”

“That’s enough.” Kaz’s voice turned cold. Spying on his private business was one thing, but acting as if he owed them a heartfelt confession was too much. “This is none of your concern, it never was in the first place.”

Before he could add anything more, the kitchen door creaked open with you and Inej emerging from the room behind it. There was a shared understanding to not bring that topic up for the remainder of the night. They still hoped that one of you would make a move, but they couldn’t force you to, so they just had to drop it.

After an hour or so more of talking, they chose to leave you alone again. The Crows said their goodbyes, already inviting you to get drinks at the Club during the next week. All of them wandered towards the door, except for one.

“I’ll join you later. Go back home.” Kaz ordered, provoking Nina, Jesper and Inej to exchange giddy glances. But they still left without asking any questions. Once they were finally gone, he turned to face you, visibly wound up over everything that happened today. “I apologize for their behaviour. That was completely unacceptable, and them simply showing up with-” You silenced him with a simple hand gesture and a smile.

“Kaz, it didn’t bother me. I actually appreciated having them around, even if you didn’t- They are precisely the people that I would expect you to be friends with.”

“Fine. But I hope they won’t make this a habit.”

“Are you afraid of having to share my attention, Brekker?”

“No. I just don’t see the point in seeking relief from a headache just for the headache to follow you everywhere you go.” He replied sarcastically, relishing in the dizzy feeling your laugh gave him. Maybe he should listen to his friends for once.

“Oh, hold on a second!” You paused, hurrying over to dig in the drawers of the cabinet standing in your hallway. After a bit of rummaging, you pulled out something small and shiny. He couldn’t make out the exact shape since you kept it concealed in your fist, but he suspected that it might be for him. “Open your hand.”

“Why?”

“Kaz. Just do it.” He stretched out his arm, letting his gloved hand hover a few inches away from yours. In a matter of seconds, something long and partially heavy was dropped into his palm. It was a silver key.

“What is this for?” He questioned, pulling the gift closer to him to inspect it further. This caused him to miss the flash of embarrassment that rushed over your features.

“It’s a key to my flat.” You confessed meekly, his eyes snapping to meet yours. “I had a copy made after last week. Just so you don’t have to break into my flat anymore.” His face remained calm, but his mind was running wild. You gave him a key to your flat. A key that would allow him to see you whenever he wanted without having to risk getting caught whilst trying to pick your lock. “But you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want to. I just thought it would make things easier. Even if your little headaches might stop you from visiting me that often since they know where I live now.”

“No, I, uhm, thank you. It will at least make me look less like a creep.” He chuckled. If there ever was a right moment, this would be it. “But we should probably consider a different place to meet each other once in a while. Just to keep the others off my case.”

“Oh? What are you suggesting?”

“I heard there’s a new waffle place opening up this weekend, so maybe you would like to see if it’s any good? With me, I mean.” Kaz prepared for the bone-crushing reaction that would follow his offer. You wouldn’t say yes.

“I’d love to.” Saints, he did not expect that.

“It’s a date then?” The words were supposed to be sarcastic, but his brain was just beginning to work through the implications of you agreeing to go out with him.

“It’s a date.”

When he eventually managed to force himself out of the comfort of your flat, he still held the little silver key in his hand, constantly turning it over in his palm. It would take him some time to work through what had just happened. You gave him a key and accepted his clumsy shot at asking you out. The Crows would never let him live that down.

And as if his thoughts had summoned them, they were already expectantly waiting for him at the entrance of the flat building. Jesper was the first to notice the key.

“Please don’t tell me that this is what I think it is.” The corners of his lips were pushed up as high as humanly possible.

“She gave you a key to her flat?” Nina squealed, resisting the urge to engulf him in a hug.

“Voluntarily?” Wylan added in disbelief.

“And I asked her out. Are you all happy now?”

“You did what now?”

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givemea-dam-break · 11 months

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i'm here (george karim x reader)

a/n: @ettadear and @neewtmas this one is for you guys teehee. it's not overly long, but it got me out of my writing slump :) this went through a multitude of different forms (my favourite version ended up not working out very well but I'll incorporate it into something else) but i hope you enjoy it!

warnings: none words: 827 taglist: @waitingforthesunrise @aayeroace @locklylemybeloved @gotlostinfiction @mirrorballdickinson @mischiefmanaged71 @magicandmaybe

gn reader

You’re not sure when you started coming out into the back garden.

The grass tickles your ankles, swaying softly in the breeze. It really needs cut, but nobody ever has time or energy for it. Maybe you’ll do it this week. Maybe not. Maybe you’ll just say how the garden needs a tidy and make no move to do it.

It’s barely morning. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but here you stand, staring at the slowly lightening sky as if it’ll bring you the solace you so desperately crave. You could talk to your friends, reach out to them for help, but the thought of bothering – burdening – them when so much is always going on makes you feel incredibly guilty. You’re not even sure they’ve realised your morning habits now.

What exactly is wrong? You’ve no clue, only that you’ve felt a hollow ache in your very soul for what has to be weeks now. It could be homesickness. It could be some horrible, unsolicited feeling of isolation and loneliness. It could be a multitude of things and, even still, you can’t figure it out.

The ghost lamps in the streets beyond are flickering off by the time the back door creaks open.

Confused, you turn to find George standing on the patio, looking up at the sky. His hair is messy, likely from sleep, and he’s dressed in some funny patterned pyjama bottoms and a thick hoodie, shivering in the crisp morning air.

“You okay?” you ask, frowning.

“Trying to figure out why you could possibly want to wake up so early and stand outside in the cold.” His gaze falls from the sky, landing on you instead as he makes his way over, kicking an apple out of the way. “We should collect the apples this year instead of tripping over them.”

A soft laughs escapes your lips. “We should. I’m sure you’ve got an apple pie recipe somewhere in one of those books of yours.”

He stops next to you, and he’s close enough that you can feel the heat of his skin without even touching. Is that the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, or is there someone just stomping really loudly in one of the nearby houses?

“You’ve been upset lately.”

“No, I’ve not.”

George gives you a look. “You’ve been quieter. Your section of the thinking cloth hasn’t had any new and wonderful additions. Oh, and you’ve been coming out here every morning for the past two weeks.”

Your face feels awfully warm. “Have you been watching me?”

“Yes,” he says with a shrug. “And the floorboard outside my bedroom creaks whenever you’re coming down in the mornings.”

It’s an effort not to look at him when he says that what with how he just so easily admitted to taking note of the things you’ve been doing. Or rather, not been doing. And, although it’s for a reason that isn’t exactly ideal, it brings a little flutter into your chest. You can’t remember the last time someone paid such close attention to you.

“So?” he prompts. “You know you can talk to me.”

You know you can, but you’re not even sure yourself of what’s wrong. “I know. I just… It’s hard to put my finger on what it is exactly, you know?”

He nods and, it could very well be a figment of your imagination, but you’re sure he shuffles an inch closer until your shoulders are almost touching. You can feel his eyes on the side of your face, watching for any hints of what could be wrong. Because that’s what George does. George, the boy who searches and searches for the tiniest details. George, who is relentless when on the hunt for information. George, who, despite it all, knows not to push you on a topic you don’t want to talk about. George, who –

Who is reaching for your hand and slipping his fingers in between yours.

His touch comes as a shock. Usually, he rejects any kind of physical touch whenever he can, preferring the comfort of his own skin to anyone else’s. But there’s his hand in yours. His pulse beating almost in time with yours between your palms. His hand is warm and soft, and the touch alone has your heart racing.

“I’m here for you, remember,” he says softly.

You’re sure your hand is horribly clammy, but he doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he squeezes it as you look at him, offering a small smile. A smile tugs the corners of your lips upwards in some meagre attempt to show him how grateful you are.

Truthfully, you’re not sure he really knows how much this means to you. Him reaching out to you. Him paying attention to the little things you were sure nobody had noticed. His touch.

“Thank you,” you murmur.

And, when your head comes to rest on his shoulder, he leans his against it, squeezing your hand again.

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ladymarycrawley · 2 years

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Meant to be - Mason Mount

Request: Can you write something were you and mason started dating like a couple weeks and it’s your first time meeting the boys , so you went to a dinner , mason just next to you and everytime he makes a jokes he turns to see if it’s makes you laugh and the boys notice it and started teasing him 😂

Warning: none, Mason and Y/N being two lovely lovebirds

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby

“What if they don’t like me? They’ll find me boring and annoying”

“What are you even saying Y/N?? They’ll love you! I’m sure Mason told them only the best things about you!”

You rolled your eyes and huffed at your friend’s remark. That night you were about to meet your one month boyfriend’s friends and saying you were nervous was an understatement.

“They’ll be as lovely as he is, I’m sure!”

“I hope so…”

That night Mason picked you up at 7 so he could spend a while with you before his friends would join you at the restaurant. The hours prior your gathering were spent rummaging through your closet in an effort to find the perfect outfit to wear for the occasion.

“You look like an angel” He complimented you sweetly, kissing your hand as soon as you sat alongside him in his very expensive car.

You shyly thanked him before blushing and looking down at your feet, the sunset light reflecting over your golden sandals.

“How have you been feeling? Nervous?”

“Yeah, a bit…”

“You know you don’t have to, right?”

A fake smile popped up on your lips as Mason reciprocated it with a half smile himself.

"Where are we going?"

"There's a new restaurant they opened like a week ago, it looks fancy"

You nodded, looking out of the window as you tried to etch all the things that went before your gaze in your mind, as that simple mental gesture of impressing all the trees, the shops, the people that appeared before you could ease your actual state of mind.

His best friend Nathan arrived first, walking in your direction as he saw you two.

When you pulled up in the restaurant's parking lot, Mason waited for you to exit the car so he could take your hand.

You smiled, a half smile that meant you're grateful for his gesture but also that you're hoping that would end as soon as possible as you were on the edge.

"Hey mate, are you okay? You're on time" Mason teased him, as they shook hands as he does on the pitch with his opponents.

"Couldn't wait to meet the love of your life, as you won't stop talking about her" He giggled, the hint he just dropped making Mason and you blush for different reasons.

"Don't listen to him, I don’t actually talk about you all the time" Mason scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. "By the way, she's Y/N"

"Hello, I'm Nathan, as you could've guessed" He hugged you as you let out a little laugh, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Yeah, had a clue…I'm Y/N, nice to meet you finally. Mason talks a lot about you too to be fair"

"Oh well, so who's the love of your life, Mount??"

The three of you laughed as you saw from the distance Ben and Reece approaching.

"Oh look who's there!"

When the four of them greeted each other and expressed their mutual enthusiasm for being together once again, Mason introduced them to you.As the formality of official presentation ended, you entered the restaurant and had a seat at the table that had been reserved just for you.

Your boyfriend sat next to you, never failing to address you with a soft smile.

He looked so good and cozy in his grey jumper and black cargo trousers look, you wished you could have worn that soft piece of clothing but it was still early in your relationship for you to go around wearing his clothes.

You tried to shake that sweet thought away, smiling back at him and focusing on the menu in your hands.

"Is everything okay?" He gently whispered in your ear as you nodded absentmindedly. He left the most innocent kiss ever on your cheek, bringing you back to reality.

For a while you grew apart from the moment you were living, as if all the people around you didn't exist and you weren't in a public place.

You shook away that feeling when you suddenly felt Mason touching your thigh, making you wince a bit. They were all laughing and you thought it could be about you, stressing you even more.

His friends and teammates started asking you questions about things they should have already had known as Mason told them almost everything about you, they even knew your favourite ice cream flavour!

"Well, they know you better than me now!" He giggled and looked at you as if to make sure him having demonstrated all his enthusiasm about your romance to his mates didn't upset you.

You smiled and squeezed his thigh affectionately. Your gaze met his and in that moment you knew you were alright, as long as you were together he'd have your back. Always.

"So it seems"

You were sure you were going to say those three crucial words to him very soon.

Mason looked like a big, sweet child to you who looked sincerely happy to have you by his side, slowly making you part of his world. He wanted to make you proud and happy as you were becoming his priority.

All the small things he did, such as looking at you out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re doing fine, turning to you every time he cracked a joke (even the most absurd and dumb ones) to see if it made you laugh or smile at least.All of this meant one thing only: he was slowly but surely falling in love with you and you're feeling exactly the same, as he was different from the others.

"Oh come on, it was funny this one!"

You rolled your eyes sipping on your wine, under the equally unimpressed stares of the boys before you.

"Baby, wasn't it funny?"

"Sorry, I forgot to laugh" Your simple line made his friends giggle while he pouted, his protruding lower lip made you melt with love for how cute and defenceless he looked. You smiled and brushed the knuckle of your forefinger against his cheekbone.

"Man, you're down bad, eh?"

"Shut the fuck up" He chuckled in embarrassment.

That night was perfect, at the end of it you realised there's nothing to be afraid of as they made you feel at ease as if you’ve known them fro a long time.

"Well, my predictions were right: they are crazy about you" He commented, driving you home.

"Yeah, they're pretty chill and it was a good night. Thank you"

He smiled and stroked your leg.

"You should know by now I'm always right"

"Don't flatter yourself, love"

After a few minutes of silence where he would keep his eyes on the road before him while you cut yourself off from reality, letting your mind relive the moments you shared with him and his friends earlier on.

"Would you like to come over? For a while I mean" He asked you then, out of the blue. “You can say no if you have better things to do or if you’re too tired”

Your breath stopped for a minute as it was the first time he'd ask you to go to his place. You knew it was a big move.

"If it's okay for you, I'd love to"

"I can't wait to show you around" His eyes were beaming with joy.

Mason blushed as you smiled back at him, squeezing his hand placed on the gear shift.

Soon you would have gotten to stage where you two would share a house, you knew it and you couldn’t wait for that to happen. He was the one.

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croissant-m · 2 years

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Having a plushie of him

Characters: Scaramouche, Itto, Ayato and Thoma

pardon my writing sucks because I have no clue how to make it better help psl

Extra stuff: They're probably ooc or something

Scaramouche

I think he would get jealous of it even though the plushie is literally of him

You usually only cuddle it when you miss him, it could be because of a long mission or something else because when he's home you have him to hug instead

(stuff under the keep reading thing)

He actually didn't know you had a plushie of him until he came home from a particularly long mission and found you cuddling it while you were asleep

Seeing that did make him blush though, good thing you were asleep because he didn't want you to see that

Where did you even get that plush he wonders..

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"Y/n I'm h- oh?"

His eyes drifted to your sleeping figure, but he was most focused on something else. The plush that was in your arms.

He stared, glaring at it.

"This idiot," he mumbled, "why cuddle with that when you have the real thing right here?"

He knew that he had been gone for a bit now though, and that was something he quite disliked about his job. Sadly, he couldn't change that. Nor could he bring you on his missions. After all, he didn't want you to get hurt, or even worse, die.

He had to admit the plush wasn't bad quality though. Where did you even get that? The plushie you had with you was bigger, but the quality and stitching looked suspiciously similar to that of a ruin guard one that idiot Childe's brother had..

He disregarded it though, he was tired from his mission after all with all his incompetent subordinates.

Carefully, he pulled the plush of himself out of your arms, careful not to wake you.

He then got on the bed with you, lying down and putting himself in your arms instead.

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Itto

He gave it to you before he was going to escape to Yashiori Island

He did want to bring you.. but he didn't want you to be involved

He was planning to come back anyways, so he just gave you a plush of him incase you missed him

Wonder where he got the money for that?

If later on he couldn't go back, he'd just fetch you and escape somehow (no, he didn't have a plan on how, but he was going to if he had to) but he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case.

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"Heyy! Y/n!" Itto called out.

You turned around to face him. You noticed he had his hands behind his back.. was he holding something?

"Soo, you know, I gotta go to Yashiori island for a bit because of that Oni-robbery thing.."

You've heard of it, and you were about to tell ask when you and him were going there but he interrupted the second you said the first word.

"So w-" you started.

"No, no nope!" Itto said, "you are not coming. You shouldn't be involved in this anyways and it might risk you y'know, going to jail? Of course, highly unlikely because you have the great Itto with you! But still."

As you were about to protest, he shoved a crudely made plush infront of you.

"Incase you miss me, you have this!" he exclaimed, "don't worry, I'll come back soon enough!"

Then he ran off.

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Ayato

He's busy as fuck. Even though that's so, he still did make an effort to have time for you

You usually try and stay out of sight during whatever meetings he had, to not disturb anything

You were just in your room one day and had to go grab a glass of water, and when you went out, you saw someone in the house

However, something on the desk they were sitting at caught your eye.

The things were a few small plushies. They looked quite cute, and truth be told, you kind of wanted one. You decided to listen into the conversation.

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You silently walked back into your room, leaving a small crack to hear what they were talking about.

Because you were quite far, you couldn't exactly hear them well. Though, it was evident they were talking about the small plushies on the table.

Soon, the person left, and Ayato immediately headed towards you.

"You know, it isn't very polite to eavesdrop dear. You did seem to have an interest in those little plush dolls Mr. Genichirou brought though. Do you want one?"

You nodded, and now since you knew who you should go to, you started heading out. Ayato insisted he buy it for you, but you wanted to buy it yourself. You ordered a custom-made one and you soon got it.

"Hey, Ayato!" you said as he was working on some paperwork.

"Hmm?" he asked.

"I got the plush," you smiled, holding it out.

The plush had light blue hair, dark blue eyes, a white and blue coat, and even a small mole underneath its mouth.

It was of him.

"Do you like it?" you asked with a grin.

"It is quite.. well made."

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Thoma

Was teaching you crocheting

This was because one day you were both bored so you decided to learn because why not?

You were actually getting pretty good, and he was teaching you have to make like a plush octopus

Once you did that, you decided to make your own thing. You wanted it to be a surprise for Thoma though, so you tried your best to make sure you weren't caught taking his yarn or anything.

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You were in your shared room, and opened the cabinet to grab the crochet hook and a few colours.

You were pretty sure Thoma was out doing something, so this was the perfect time to finish your small(ish) side project. Though it would take awhile.

You then took the almost done plush of Thoma off of the floor. It was hidden with boxes, you just had to hope Thoma wouldn't move them. You didn't think he would though. Anyways, you were now going to start finishing the plush. However, when you were almost done, someone walked in.

It was Thoma.

"Hey y/n!" he said, "what're you making?"

"Uhh, it's.."

He then walked over and looked at the plush you were making.

"Is that me?" he asked, a bit of blush showing up.

"Yeah.. I, uh, was supposed to show you when I was done," you answered.

"Hmm, wow it's actually pretty good!"

He watched you finish the last bit of stitches and it has lived on your guys' bed ever since.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (39/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, more council abuse

Summary: Ahsoka Tano has been expelled from the Jedi Order upon suspicion that she was the one who planned the bombing on the temple. You and Obi-Wan go to the trial to see what happens.

A/n: ouch... just ouch. next one i'm writing currently and it's hurting me-

also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)

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You were not supposed to be out of bed for another day, although you felt fine and did not see a point in the med droid's useless instructions. You refused to be kept in the apartment by your lonesome while everyone went to the trial.

Apparently, the near week you spent on a diplomatic mission, massive findings about the temple bombing occurred, such as suspects, devices, and even separatist involvement. Ahsoka had been the one to work most of it out, however, upon 'some wrong place, wrong time' scenarios playing out, the council was quick to blame her for having a hand in the actions. Go figure.

You knew Ahsoka would never do anything like that, and that there had to be someone framing her to cover their tracks. Too bad the council was so pig-headed, and unwilling to listen to even some of its own members. Obi-Wan was prepared to stand up for Ahsoka and make a case for her to be excluded from the investigation as a suspect entirely, but unfortunately, they had rendered him useless yet again on recount of removing himself from the investigation days before. His lack of involvement made it so that he didn't witness all the outcomes firsthand. Anakin had, but of course, the council treated him about as well as they treated you.

Upon learning more from the clues they had been given, they decided it was best to expel Ahsoka from the order until the case was terminated, with her being proved innocent. She was to stand trial against the republic, being represented by the only senator who would take her on, and she was proud to. Padme Amidala would defend Ahsoka Tano in this trial of which she knew she was innocent. The facts had been stacked against her, and every card seemed out of her favor, but everyone who knew Ahsoka, anyone who had trained with her, fought with her, or even had a simple conversation with her from time to time, knew she was not to be blamed. It was so out of her character to even think of committing such a violent and horrible crime, much less against her own people.

You wanted to go to the trial, to stand as guard by Padme and to show your support for a fellow Padawan. You just about hated the council by now. There were a select two members you could exclude from your loathing, but even they were powerless to stop this madness. The numbers were on the opposing side, with Mace Windu for the instigator, as always.

"I'm fine," you noticed it stung a little to walk as you tried to pass Obi-Wan on the way to the door. He was rather keen on your getting well without any bumps in the road, say perhaps, because you got up and started moving when you weren't supposed to. "I need to be there."

"She knows you're on her side, my love," he tried to gently usher you back to his bedroom, hoping you would accept his efforts and go without a fight. "She also knows you were badly injured."

"I've been through worse," you reminded him, and he recalled the events of the day he almost lost you forever. He didn't ever want to see that day rehash itself again. "I'm going."

There was little he could do to stop you, now. He knew you were right; you had been through worse, and often times kept fighting through it.

"Well, don't try and outwalk me, you aren't going alone."

He made it to the entranceway before you did, pulling your cloak from the rack and wrapping it around your shoulders, allowing your arms to enter the proper sleeves before he paused, looking down upon your face, still stern from the argument moments prior, but softening as he took each cheek in his palms. He smiled and shook his head before pressing a kiss you your nose. It was cute, and his beard tickled, as it was getting longer again. He always looked at you with such pride, and you wondered what he could possibly be thinking. Of course, since your signatures are practically bound for all time, you could simply tap into his mind and find out, but you didn't want to intrude. He trusted you more than anyone in his life, and you would never do anything, even accidentally, to break that bond.

He pulled your hood over your head, and again kissed the top of it, right by your hairline. It was a small and usual sentiment, made nearly every time you left the apartment together, and yet, you would never get used to the feelings it protruded inside of you. You wouldn't be able to stop smiling afterwards, and as you ventured into the halls, everyone seemed to think you were in an incredibly good mood. Perhaps to them you seemed a rather cheery person, bright as you entered the room. Today wasn't as bright, though. The smile lasted all of but a few moments before you remembered where you were going, and under what circumstances.

"What will happen to Ahsoka if she loses the trial?" You were uncertain of how your friend would get on without the order. Like you, she had been brought here at a very young age and grew along with the teachings and training of the Jedi. The temple was her home, as it was yours, and you knew she would never do anything to destroy or even deface it.

"The republic will have to decide her fate, the order has since lost jurisdiction over her now that she's been expelled. I've tried my best to find other witnesses from the day it all happened, but I've been rather unsuccessful. With all the evidence stacked in the republic's favor, I fear what she may endure," he replied, stroking his beard, keeping his pace steady beside yours, which was only a small bit slower due to your healing process.

You turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He'd spoken of witnesses, as if he hadn't known a very crucial part in this.

"Didn't Anakin tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He stopped in his tracks and faced you, ready to hear of this information which had apparently been passed over his head in the few hours it came about.

"He's gone to find Ventress. If he can get a recorded confession, that would be enough to save Ahsoka, wouldn't it?"

He widened his eyes at hearing that his former Padawan had gone away from the temple yet again without telling him. Why did he not tell him things like this anymore? He had deemed it necessary enough to tell you, but not him.... strange.

"She has the reasoning; her agenda has never ceased to be in alignment with the Sith and Separatist plans. It could be enough, but I highly doubt she will give herself up to the republic for the sake of an innocent Padawan," he stroked his beard and mimicked your stance before shaking his head and turning back to walk. "She'd sooner die then help a Jedi's cause."

You heaved your shoulders in a sigh, following him down to the elevator, the trial would begin soon, and you wanted to be there when everything went down.

Standing for hours at a time was taking its toll on you, and you regretted choosing not to sit in the stands with everyone else in the court. Obi-Wan had tried to offer you his chair on the balcony, but Mace Windu found it unacceptable for a non-member of the council to take a seat where everyone could see. Mace knew of your injuries, and he knew you were still recovering. When Obi-Wan tried to reason with him over it, his response was 'If she did not wish to stand, she would have stayed in the temple.'

You assured Obi-Wan you would be fine, although by now you'd gotten a bit tippy on your feet. You glanced at his chair longingly, wishing you'd been so lucky as to acquire one. Your gaze moved to his lap, where he sat upright, legs spread and arms on the rests beside him. If it weren't for the council, you'd be sat there right now, letting yourself rest from the constant standing that had continued for hours. You had to widen your stance to keep from falling over. Your footing and balance had not been the problem, but instead the weakness your body was still enduring. You did your best to keep alert, because the contents of this trial were becoming even more important with every second passed.

"The members of the court have reached a decision," one of the judges stood to his feet in the balcony across from the one you resided in, now.

This was it. This was the time you'd been waiting for, the outcome on the verge of being spilt and yet, you could not bear to hear it. You knew already that they had found her guilty. In the eyes of the republic, she looked incredibly incriminating, someone vile with plans of destruction. Not Ahsoka, never Ahsoka.

Chancellor Palpatine arose from his throne like structure, receiving a data pad with the transfer from the judges.

"Ahsoka Tano," he began, his voice echoing in the large court for everyone to hear clearly, although you were a bit distracted when you sensed a familiar presence coming near. Anakin... "by an overwhelming count of-"

"Chancellor!" And not a moment too soon, the voice of your old fellow Padawan was heard, interrupting the announcement of what you were sure was Ahsoka's certain doom.

You smiled, knowing he'd done it, he'd found a way to prove her innocence, although being trailed behind him was not Ventress, but... Barriss? Surely, she wasn't the one behind all of this. She had such strong beliefs in the light, and hated violence all together, even when used for defense. You'd not known her very well, she was closer to Ahsoka's age group when training with younglings, although you'd had a few encounters, all of which showed nothing hostile or even aggressive from her nature.

"I should hope you have a reason for bursting in on our proceedings, Master Skywalker."

The Chancellor spoke as if he was full of obnoxity by the intrusion, but really, anyone could see by the look on his face that he was intrigued by whatever the young man had discovered.

"I am here, with evidence and a confession from the person responsible for all the crimes Ahsoka has been accused of," he stepped aside, letting the sentinel guards reveal the Jedi who stood among them, her head dropped in shame and regret. "Barris Offee, member of the Jedi Order, and traitor."

The crowd gasped out in surprise, but all those in favor of Ahsoka sighed breaths of relief at hearing the news. Anakin was reliable, you knew he'd figure it out, but did he always have to cut it so close to the end?

"Barriss, is that true?" Ahsoka sounded devastated, perhaps even more so than she would have been had the court rendered her guilty. They were good friends, you'd seen them together often, if only from afar. You couldn't imagine the betrayal she must have felt, first from the council, and now from an ally, or something she thought was one.

"Tell them the truth," Anakin looked at the traitorous Jedi with narrowed eyes, his patience for her existence wearing incredibly thin.

You took a few steps closer to the edge, knowing the council was far too invested in this development now to care if you were seen with them. It wasn't like you were the one on trial here.

"I did it," she began, her tone starting as if she was apologetic, but soon turning for the worse when she continued. "Because I have come to realize what many people in the republic have come to realize. The Jedi are the ones responsible for this war."

That statement struck a nerve with you... the Jedi have always taught you peace and harmony for all the years you've been in the temple, but then they would send you on endless missions, acquiring violent strategies on how to defeat the enemy, and take their forces.

"We have so lost our way that we have become villains in this conflict, and we are the ones who should be put on trial... All of us."

Again, you heard her words from a personal view. As someone who has seen first-hand the council's ineptness to make proper decisions based on real morals, and the way they fought with great effort to keep themselves as soldiers in this war, you could agree that it had gone way too far.

"My attack on the temple was an attack on what the Jedi have become: an army fighting for the dark side, fallen from the light that we once held so dear. This republic is failing; it's only a matter of time," she finished her speech in a blaze of glory, and though it had resonated with you, you were happy for it to be over. It was giving you far too much to think about and not enough time to process.

As someone who'd danced with the dark side on several occasions, you knew what it wanted, what it craved. Chaos, it craved chaos. This war was chaos, and the Jedi Order wasn't doing anything to stop it, only feeding it, more and more until it grew to the size and stature of a universal conflict. It would not end until the Jedi withdrew themselves, and that was something you could be certain of. Win or lose, the republic relied too much on the Jedi to defend them, making them the generals and commanders of their army that had long since been created for them.

"Such incivility," Master Mundi shook his head, ready to put the girl in prison and bring about the next thing of importance on his daily agenda.

"She's right," you whispered, but given that you stood now between Obi-Wan and Mace Windu, the latter snapped his head up to find you, looking down on the scene with a sorrowful look on your face.

"What did you just say?" he was ready to hash out another round of insufferable confrontation, but you weren't focused on him one bit.

"She's right. We're only waging for this war, not fighting against it," it was spoken softly, and the sincerity you held in your tone shown him you were deep in thought. Even Obi-Wan was concerned over your words. He had done his best for all the years of his life to do what was right, but now he didn't know what that was. Whatever the force led him to, that's what he wanted to choose.

"You'll be wise to keep your opinions of this matter to yourself, lest you end up in her position."

His threat did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan, and since you stood between him and Master Windu, he grabbed your hand out of sight. You knew it would never come to fruition; you would sooner leave the order then let the council keep wronging you in the way they wronged others. It would not continue; this horrid cycle of treatment would end today.

"She makes a point, we have fallen from the true teachings we once cherished," your master spoke up beside you, dropping your hand before anyone saw it connected with his. "Perhaps in order to prevent future catastrophe, we should look into making things different."

Mace would ignore his suggestion, and this argument as a whole. There was really no need for it to happen right now, or at all. If it came up again later, it should be dealt with in an esteemed manner.

"Take her away," Chancellor Palpatine waved his hands, and the girl was taken out of sight.

You wondered if she would be imprisoned, or put to death, as the penalty would have been had Ahsoka been found guilty. Only time would tell, but you didn't have time to waste.

You wanted to see Ahsoka.

You would categorize your three least favorite feelings in the world as follows: when you thought that your master, as well as the love of your life was dead, when you nearly turned to the dark side and left the teachings you grew up on, and when you'd been made to sit outside of the council room while important meetings were being held without you.

The third one happened so often you figured you should have become used to it by now, but you couldn't. It was just as nerve wracking and anxiety bringing each and every time.

It was now, that you had been stopped at the door, and not been let in to hear what was to become of Ahsoka, that you truly pondered why you even stayed. Why did you continue to let them walk on you, disrespect you, and treat you as if you were mud on their boots? You worked tirelessly, using the powers they taught you to wield, and for their bidding. The mission always came first.

You had been feeling for a long time that the force willed you elsewhere, but you couldn't seem to gather the courage to just leave. You'd never been given that push, but when you saw Ahsoka walk past you, out those doors on her own, and without her sabers or head chain, you knew she was through. Just like you were about to be.

"Ahsoka, wait."

She turned to face you, a sad smile adorning her lovely face. She figured she would be saying goodbye.

"I take it things didn't work out," you knew that the way you'd described it was an understatement, but it was all you could say.

"I can't stay here. Barriss was right, the order has changed so much, and I don't want to be a part of what it becomes from this war."

You dropped your head, understanding what she spoke of more than she could have thought you would. You knew that as long as the council members controlled the ranks, and as long as the war raged on, the Jedi Order would continue to become more corrupt until there was nothing left but a pile of rubble, where the skyline of Coruscant split in two.

"I'm coming with you," you said, looking her back in the eyes as they widened in shock.

She never could have believed that you would want to walk away from the Jedi, the only place you'd even known. Though she was young when she was brought to the temple, the people of her home world still loved her, and looked upon her as one of their own. You didn't have a home world. You weren't born on Mimban, no one usually ever was. You had no family, and no one to look upon you as their own. This order was what you strived to be a part of, training since you were a youngling to become one of the greatest the galaxy had ever seen. Why would you want to throw that all away?

"You can't be serious," she shook her head in disbelief. It didn't seem right to her that you wanted to come along, although it was truly what you wanted.

"I am, I'm sick of putting my life on the line only to be turned around and treated like a doormat. I've been walked on for the last time," you confessed, your tone becoming overwhelmingly intense while you thought about the council, still in the room behind you, ready to deal with you as soon as they were ready. They wouldn't get the chance.

"Could you really leave, though? What about Obi-Wan?" she kept her voice down, although you were alone, the hallways of the temple were known for echoing even the gentlest whispers into the air.

Obi-Wan....

"I'll be fine on my own, and I can still see him as long as I remain on Coruscant," you explained. This half-assed plan was not very well thought out, and to be quite frank, you were making it up as you went. You were never impulsive, always thinking things through and finding the best solution, but here you stood, lightsaber in hand, about to throw it all away.

"You would never get to be with him the way you are now. Think about this, it doesn't sound like you."

"It doesn't sound like you either, Ahsoka. If you leave now, you'll be on your own. If I come with you, we might make an easier time of it," whether this be the will of the force or not, you had the urge to go, to turn and never look back.

She was conflicted. It would be nice to start over in the galaxy separate from the Jedi, and if someone was there to navigate the new territory with her, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... but she knew it was selfish to want you to leave with her. You were being impulsive, and dull minded with making such a quick decision. She knew there was only one way to get you to stay, and though it would hurt to say goodbye, she wanted you to keep going on your path, the one that would lead you to greatness.

"Talk to him," she said sincerely, nodding towards the council room which had yet to adjourn. "If you decide to leave, I'll be in the alley by the station till tonight. If you don't show, I'll know you chose to stay with him."

She turned without another word and walked away. The doors to the council room opened, and Anakin ran after her, but you stayed put, thinking about how you would even bring this up to your Master.

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cal-writes-never · 2 years

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Hi! I just saw that you wish for some Camilo Madrigal ask. And here I shall give! Because let's be real, many of us just love that boy so much!!!

Okay, may I have some fluff in which Camilo, and possibly the rest of the Madrigals, discover that gn!Reader (you can have the reader as female if you want, I don't mind) also was blessed with a gift that reader can control all 4 elements through music (both by singing and playing a stringed instrument)? You may choose any scenarios and whether this can be a headcanon or a oneshot.

Have fun writing and Happy Holidays!! 💙😘

camilo with an s/o who can control elements through music

gosh i'm so sorry these requests are taking so long to complete, there's a number of reasons for it but i'm gonna try and speed up because i am so bad at this lmaooo

pairing: camilo madrigal x gn!reader

type: headcanons, fluff

summary: how camilo and his family react to you having an elemental gift.

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- when camilo first met you, he was shocked to say the least

- his family were the only ones in encanto known to possess these magical gifts, so who on earth were you? he had no clue that you were a miracle in itself, and you were the reason for the delicate candle in your house.

- "but you're not a madrigal!" he stated, quite obviously, but what else would you expect from a young child with no manners?

- even so, he thought your gift was cool. yet his was cooler.

- you were the only one in your family to have a gift and although it's not too useful in the long run, you can still do some pretty cool things with it

- with both your parents being musicians you were expected to learn many stringed instruments from the moment you could form a grip on them, and it was the same with singing

- you could control the speed of water and manipulate it with your voice, dictate the flicker of a flame with a guitar, guide the wind with a mandolin, and manage the very earth with a harp (however you used the harp the least for it was too much effort to haul around all the time, and why would anyone need to move the earth when luisa's around?)

- music is your passion, and it's how you met camilo in the first place

- he heard someone playing the mandolin when he was out playing as a kid, so of course he went to investigate and he was shocked to see someone his own age playing at such a skilled level, and somehow the wind had picked up quite harshly and continued to get harsher the more intensely you played

- you jumped once you caught him staring in awe and the wind noticeably calmed down (which was probably for the best, your tiny bodies would've called anything more a hurricane)

- he stayed silent for a few moments, trying to process what on earth had just happened before speaking up

- "did you do that?" he asked in shock, wondering how on earth you'd manage to do such a thing. was there another family with a miracle? why had he never seen you before? surely abuela would know of another burning candle!

- "did i do what?" you asked, dumbfounded. this was just second nature to you by now, you'd forgotten nobody else could do such a thing as control the weather (save for pepa, which is probably what struck the young boy so hard)

- "the wind!"

- after an awkward explanation and a newfound admiration from camilo, you made your way home, having gained a new friend that day.

- you managed to find him in the same spot the following day where he invited you to his home to meet his family, which intimidated you from the moment it was mentioned

- "you mean... the madrigals?" you asked in awe, meeting just one of them was scary enough!

- even so, you agreed to stay for dinner that same evening, so you dragged camilo back to your place to tell your own family

- there was a mix of emotions surrounding this whole shebang; you'd tried your best to hide this little - big - secret for as long as you could, and now things could go one of two ways as the madrigals were undoubtedly the most respected people in the town

- camilo assured them that you would be completely safe and they wouldn't think negatively of you, yet they were still on edge, but they let you go nonetheless

- and boy was that the greatest day of your life

- not only did it start countless new friendships with each member of the family, but it opened their eyes to possibilities of more people like them, people who could put their gifts to good use and help the ordinary people of encanto more than ever before

- you borrowed instruments and used your voice to give them a little performance, watching as their eyes gleamed with anticipation as your gift seemed more and more magical the longer you went on

- it was safe to say that you were basically one of them now, so you spent most of your dinner times at casita from then on

- when antonio was born you helped pepa with him, playing and singing him lullabies and creating a soothing atmosphere

- and as you got older, you began writing your own songs, and most of them were written for camilo, and he loved them

- these songs became more and more personal, as if there were hidden feelings behind the words you sung (well, that's because there were hidden feelings behind the words you sung)

- by the time you were fifteen, you had realised that you were in love with camilo, and dolores had perhaps let it slip to you that she overheard camilo talking to mirabel about his feelings towards you, too, so you made the daunting decision to confess

- even though you knew camilo reciprocated your feelings, you were still nervous

- what if dolores was lying, or what if she had misunderstood? what if camilo's feelings had changed, or what if he was never talking about you in the first place? thousands of thoughts plagued your mind

- when you sat down infront of him to perform your new song (which you had brought the harp out for), you told him to listen closely to the lyrics

- it was all or nothing. you were about to gain a boyfriend, or lose your best friend. forever.

- he noticed your nerves though he chose to keep quiet about it

- as you began to sing, the river beside you flowed slowly to match your delicate voice and the earth around you began to morph into figures of your imagination, figures of you and him

- he watched closely while listening to what you were singing, and he couldn't quite believe it

- all this time he'd been pining for you, and here you were, saying you felt the same way? it was a dream, really

- cue dolores grinning manically from casita

- from that day forward you and camilo were a happy couple, even if you did have to put up with constant jabs from his family and yours, though they were all in good nature

- ten years on you were living in casita with your own triplets and rings on your fingers, the magic from your blood and his making both candles burn brighter than ever, bringing new gifts into the world and new ways to aid encanto.

#encanto x reader #camilo x reader #camilo madrigal x reader

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hockey-x-imagines · 2 years

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Penalties || Jamie Benn

A/N: This idea came to me during the last game Jamie got a 5 minute major and was sent to the locker room. Weather this is an actual thing that can happen or not, I have no clue.. and it doesn’t matter if it can or not. So I’m still pretty new at writing smut so I’m not sure how good this actually is. I’m thinking I’ll go back through and upload covers for everything, lmk your thoughts on that. I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always welcome.

Warnings: Language, sexual content and some angst.

Pairing: Jamie x Reader

P.O.V: Reader

Word Count: 927

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Lately things between you and the guy you had been talking to went from the brink of a relationship to hot and cold. You told yourself the reason for this was because the season was winding down and the stress of claiming a playoff spot was the reason he was pulling away. Was this really the case? You literally had no clue. Jamie had gone from talking to you all day to barley talking to you at all. Since the communication between the 2 of you had slowed down you had stopped attending games regularly, trying to put a block up on your feelings. Your train of thought was if you didn't see him physically maybe your feelings would dissipate, so far that wasn't working.

Between your friends and Tyler begging you to keep showing up to games and to ultimately keeping trying with Jamie you decided you'd go to their last home game before their Canada trip. You told yourself that this was going to be your last ditch effort, if nothing happened tonight you were done trying. You weren't going to sit around and wait for Jamie to want you again.

As it came time to get ready for the game you were seriously trying to convince yourself that you did want to follow through with going. You almost had a knowing that the night would end in disappointment, and you didn't really want to experience it. Staring at your closet you decide on an outfit that won't stand out too much, you're going but you don't want to necessarily be noticed.

The first 2 periods of the game where physically intense, the third started with Jamie in a fist fight which earned both him and the other guy a 5 minute timeout. As he skated off the ice Tyler caught your attention. He motioned for you to follow Jamie, you shook your head in response. First you weren't sure if you could, second even if you were able to, you didn't want to face the possible rejection. Tyler shot you a "just do it" look that had you moving from your seat.

As you entered the locker room you felt Jamie's arms snake around your waist, "Hey baby."

"Jamie let me go." You squirmed under him, trying to get out of his grasp, causing him to smirk against your neck. You knew there was a reason you weren't 100% okay with what was happening, but you couldn't focus. Not when he was so close, with his lips on your neck.

"Come on baby," he cooed. "You can't be that mad at me." You shook your head, trying to take a step away from him. His words like ice water. It was more of his tone that had you remembering why you were upset with him.

"Aw, you really are pissed, huh," Jamie allowed you to step away from him. You nodded, not really sure where your words went. The second his arms dropped from your waist, you missed the contact.

"You can't treat me like I might mean something more to you then stop talking to me. You can't do that and then expect me to be okay with you just wanting me as a piece of ass Jamie. I'm not okay with that, and I deserve way more than that. We both know that."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I let the stress and pressure of the end of the season get in my head, I really didn't mean to push you away." Jamie took a step toward you, "truth is Y/N I want, no I need you in my life. I've missed all of you. And I mean more than just the sex," another step toward you.

He took one final step to close the distance between the 2 of you, and you were pinned between Jamie and the door. Jamie searched your face for any signs of a rejection, seeing none his lips crashed with yours. His kiss was nowhere near sweet, it was a teeth scarping and lip biting.

His hands slipped from your waist to the globes of your ass only momentarily before his fingers shifted, you felt him cup your core, where you knew, even through your jeans he’d find your panties moist.

“Fuck baby,” Jamie groaned. His hands went to work getting you out of your jeans. Once he unbuttoned your jeans his hand snuck between your thighs, letting his fingers dance along your folds.

"Please." You usually calm and assertive voice coming out wrecked and desperate.

Again, he smirked, cupping your mound in his large hand and shoving a single digit into your soaked core. It was so good, but not nearly enough.

"This what you want baby?" He groaned.

"Yes." The moan you let out was obscene as he added another finger.

Every part of you was consumed by him. The hand not between your legs was gripping your hip tight enough to bruise. Your nostril were flooded with the scent of the woodsy musk that was Jamie. You felt the pleasurable ache in your core that sent lightning with every thrust of his fingers. No part of your small body wasn't enveloped by him, it was just enough of everything. Yet you body craved more.

"Jamie, where the hell are you?" You heard a voice approaching the locker room. Your eyes instantly went wide, you were so consumed by Jamie you had forgotten where you were. "Dude you've your timeout is over and the coach wants you on the ice."

"I've got to go, but I'm not done with you." Jamie whispered in your ear.

#jamie benn #jamie benn imagine #jamie benn x reader #jamie benn smut #nhl imagine #dallas stars fic #dallas stars #hockey imagine

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tamcitrus · 3 years

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Fire and moon.

pairing: Benimaru Shinmon x fem. reader

genre: nsfw

words: 3,5 k.

warnings: a bit of degradation, public sexy time, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones.

tam’s notes: Hi miss @writeiolite ! I’m you HQC secret santa! ♥ I was so nervous when I got you omg sjkdhas because I admire your writing so much, you’re so talented and an amazing person so I was a little afraid my writing wouldn’t be good enough. I’m so thankful for meeting you and all the beautiful people in the server. Thanks for being so welcoming, thanks for letting me help you and be a part of the staff and most of all thanks for being my friend. I hope you like this ♥

I CANT BELIVE IT’S YOUR GIF BUT HEY YOU HAVE A CLUE WHAT THIS IS ABOUT NOW dsjfhksldjf

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When you left the Holy Sol Temple and chose to move to Asakusa, you never expected to find a man that attracted you there. The proto-nationalist land wasn't a place where you expected to have fun. You just wanted to keep a low profile and be in peace.

But then you saw this man, flying through the sky and destroying everything on his way down to finally land in front of an infernal and punch right through his chest. And something sparked inside you. It wasn't your pyrokinesis or a fight or flight response. It was something else.

Shinmon Benimaru. That was his name. Fire Force Seventh Company’s Captain. Asakusa’s King of Destruction. The #1 enemy of the Holy Sol Temple, or so they said.

After that destruction scene, you walked through the city trying to get more information on him. But also, just socialicing. It would be weird for a new citizen to ask too much about the same person. More so if that person was the head of the city.

This “king” wasn’t like others you could imagine. He wasn’t unapproachable, living in a castle surrounded of gold and extravagant stuff. He was there, among his people, walking through the streets and greeting everyone by their name. He received gifts, food, and talked to those that stopped him. You could say just by looking that he was recognized as a leader. Even when he didn’t acknowledge that himself.

The stars were on your side because soon after that you met him in the thermal waters. He was there, sitting with his arms stretched by his sides and with his eyes closed. You felt like a sparkle inside you, almost like tickles. You walked in silence to the other end of the pool, going in and sitting very slowly.

Benimaru felt another presence behind him and then felt the water moving as you submerged your body in the warm waters. He opened his eyes for a second to look at you and then closed them again. He preferred to be alone but as long as you wouldn’t talk to him he didn’t mind the company.

You were quiet the whole time you were there. It wasn’t an unpleasant silence. But you were expectant. You tried to not look at him. You really tried but you allowed yourself to observe what was on your eye level.

He was handsome. Not that you didn’t know that, but it was a whole different experience having him in front of your eyes, not even a meter away from your body. And naked. He was naked.

Of course he’s naked, these are thermal waters, you thought.

You were naked too. Suddenly you were self conscious, even when he wasn’t looking. You crossed your arms over your chest to cover yourself and closed your eyes to submerge your whole body underwater and came up again. You sat there in silence again, looking at the moon, the house behind the man, the rocks and everything but him.

Eventually he left. You looked aside but still you noticed he stopped to look at you for a second too long.

You left a bit later, after you were sure he was long gone. You said goodbye to the nice lady in the reception and went home.

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Later that week, you were alone having dinner in a bar and he appeared.

"I don't know you, you're new here," he said as he nonchalantly sat on your table.

"Do you know everyone in this town?" you asked him.

He sighed. That wasn't the answer he was waiting for.

"I do, actually," he said.

The waitress silently approached and left him a glass full of something.

"Welcome, Benimaru-san. If there's something else you need you can tell us, the house invites you today," she said and walked away.

"Benimaru-san, nice to meet you," you said, playing fool. You knew who he was.

"And you are…?"

"New in town. I really like Asakusa," you smiled. His face looked more irritated than just a minute before. "You can call me y/n."

"No last name, uh?" he chugged the drink the girl left for him.

"I got rid of it," you said. And that was true.

"That's not a lot of information."

"You'll have to buy me a drink and I'll tell you more about me," you winked at him.

He clicked his tongue and you laughed.

“Just don’t cause troubles in my town,” he said and left.

“I’ll try!” you said as he walked out.

All the people at the bar were looking at you but you didn’t care, you had fun and he came to you.

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Would it be worth it to cause some trouble just to see his pissed face again? As you were thinking of some options for “trouble” you went to the thermal house again. And he was there.

“You again?” he said without even opening his eyes.

“It’s a small town,” you casually said.

“Are you following me?”

“Says the guy who showed up on my table out of nowhere,” you answered as you rushed to get into the hot water.

He remained silent again. It was the same as the last time, you sitting in front of him under the moonlight in a comfortable silence.

Even if you were comfortable, you were itching to bug him some more. Still, you just chose to keep your mouth closed. You rested your back on the rocks behind you and found a comfortable position to rest your head too, so you had to do the minimum effort to hold your body. You opened your eyes again when you heard Benimaru getting out of water, you felt drowsy and rubbed your eyes to force yourself to be fully conscious again.

"Don't drown here, this is my favorite place," he said as he walked away.

You looked at him and were about to give some sarcastic answer but then you saw his bare back and his ass and ate your words.

Holy Sol, that body. It had to be illegal to be so built and so handsome.

Before you fell asleep in the water again you got up and left too.

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"So you did cause trouble."

Same bar, same table, same man appearing out of nowhere in front of you. You huffed.

"I defended myself," you explained.

"That's why you beated up some guy?"

"If someone fights me I'll fight back," you explained.

"Which company sent you here?" Benimaru asked.

You laughed out loud.

"I'm not a fire force member."

"You have powers. The Holy Sol Temple sent you here?" he insisted.

"I left the Temple a long time ago," you smiled.

He stared at you, you supposed he was processing the information you just gave him.

"Well, have a nice day, Captain. I might see you later," you said and left him there.

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That night you were the first one in the thermal house. It was weird to be there without Benimaru's big chest in front of you, distracting you from the beautiful full moon that shone over your heads. You positioned yourself again in that way that let you just be sitting without any effort and closed your eyes.

"You again?" you said when you felt the water moving. You knew it was Benimaru.

"This is my town," he answered, ignoring your teasing.

"Right, I'm sorry, your highness."

He clicked his tongue. He thought about what Konro said earlier. Maybe she just wants to provoke you, Waka.

"Are you trying to provoke me?" he inquired.

"Who knows," you smiled.

"I wanna know," he said and closed a little the distance between your bodies.

"I told you you had to take me out first if you wanna know more about me," you licked your lips.

"I could just make you tell me in some other way," he threatened.

"Maybe if you fuck my brains out…" you battled your eyelashes as sweetly and innocently as you could.

He was over you the next second, his hand pulling your hair and making you throw your head back. His body felt warm against yours, even inside the hot water.

"I know you want it too, Captain~" you chirped. "Just stop thinking for a second and let your body take control…"

Yes, he did want it. It was weird to find someone that didn't fear him or admire him as if he was a royalty member. Then you appeared and you gave him all these contradictory signals. It was frustrating. He wanted to erase that cocky smile from your glossy lips…

He kissed you. His mouth was demanding and the hand holding your hair guided your movements at will. You locked your legs around his hips, holding him close to you, and tangled your hands on his long hair. His hands went underwater to squeeze your ass and thighs and you moaned inside his mouth. You felt his leg under your body next and with little effort he walked out of the water with you clinging to him. He walked to the changing room and let you down over the bench that was there. You were about to sit and take his erection on your mouth but he pushed you back down.

"Who told you you could move?" he asked. The answer was implied in his voice. The atmosphere changed, he was in control now. Your teasing wouldn't affect him anymore. You rubbed your thighs in expectation.

You observed him as he slowly walked to close the doors -the one that gave you access to the reception and the back door you just crossed- and then he kneeled between your legs. The fact that you two were already naked saved some time.

He started circling your clit with his still wet fingers. You started whimpering after a minute, his calloused hand was doing wonders on your body. He pushed his middle finger inside you and kept rubbing your clit with his thumb. He moved his finger in circles inside you, enjoying your moans and your walls clenching his digit. He added his point finger in and sucked your clit on his mouth one time after another until you were almost screaming.

"Fuck, that feels so good," you whined.

If he just moved his fingers a bit faster you would…

He stopped and pulled his fingers out to stand up. When you looked at him he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked your juices from them slowly and pumped his dick with his other hand, putting on a show for you.

"Suck," he said as he pushed his fingers with precum on your mouth.

You obliged. You hollowed your cheeks and suck his fingers, moving your tongue around so you cleaned them perfectly.

"You'll have to do much better than this if you wanna cum," he said like he was disappointed.

He was over you kissing you again, his tongue took your breath away. You could feel his dick against your belly, it was so hot and leaking a bit. Your mouth watered at the thought of having it on your mouth. Subconsciously your hand moved to grab his dick but he stopped you.

"It seems you don't understand you can't move unless I say so," he said. He took a belt from a bathrobe and tied your hands together with it. You whined at the restriction and pouted at him.

"Bad girls don't deserve a nice treatment," he said. "And you're a bad girl."

"I'll do better next time," you said with a pout still on your mouth.

He pulled from the belt to make you sit. Your mouth was an inch away from his cock but you stood still. You had to be a good girl.

"Suck me off," he ordered.

It was almost a relief to have his dick on your mouth. You felt the bitterness of precum at the end of your throat and the salty taste of the waters you were in minutes ago. You could barely fit it in -it was logical that such a big man had a big dick- but you still tried. You bobbed your head back and forward and twirled your tongue around his length. He cupped your breasts and pinched your nipples, your muffled moans caused a nice tickling sensation on his penis.

"This is what it takes for you to shut up, uh?" he thrusted into your mouth a few times, going deeper each time.

He growled when he pushed just a bit further than the back of your throat. You resisted your gag reflex and deepthroated him as tiny tears formed in the corner of your eyes. It wasn't unpleasant, it felt good and despite his size he was being careful, which only added to your overwhelming sensation of arousal.

You needed some kind of relief. You needed to be touched or to have Benimaru inside you, but considering his dick was still on your mouth that wasn't an option. So you touched yourself, lucky you had your hands tied in front of your body. It didn't take long for him to realize and take a step back. He sighed and looked down to you, his long hair covering most of his face. You froze as soon as he looked at you.

"On your hands and knees," he whispered.

You obeyed and smiled to yourself at his bored tone. Because his eyes were lit up, he was having fun.

You positioned yourself as you could in the little bench and waited. His big hand was over your ass just rubbing it and squeezing. Then he raised his hand and slapped you.

"Fuck," you moaned.

"I thought you would be able to take orders given your past," he said as he rubbed your skin again. "I guess not."

He slapped your ass again and you moaned. He used one hand to rub your abused skin and the other to tease your entrance. You cried at his touch, your walls were clamping around nothing.

"Ple-please," you cried when he slapped you again.

His fingers were on your clit now, circling it and his thumb was going up and down on your pussy but not inside.

"Do you think you're in position to ask something, you slut?" he bent down to talk to your ear and you got chills.

He slapped your ass again and he could see his palm marked on your skin on a little prominence. He used his fingers again to stretch your pussy and you moaned, his fingers felt good but you weren't full, you needed more.

"More, please," you asked for it. You could talk now that you didn't have his huge dick on your mouth.

He made you turn around again so he could look at your face as he finally gave you what you wanted: his dick inside you. Your face and moans were a mixture between pleasure and relief. And he was having fun. Real fun and enjoyment, not like other times he met someone to satisfy his needs.

He felt your legs trembling and your hips were moving frantically, not matching his movements anymore. So he stopped. You whined and wiggle your hips to get him to move again.

"If you don't stay still I'll walk out through that door right now," he warned.

You sighed, tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. He traced patterns on your thighs with his fingers and observed how you put your tied hands over your eyes. It was taking all of your will to not move. He was stretching you so nicely, you swear you could even feel the shape of his veins on your walls, you felt full and almost satisfied. When he no longer felt the insistent clenching of your walls on his dick, he bent down and took one of your nipples on his mouth. You cursed out loud when he took your bud gently between his teeth. You never expected a tough man like him to be so gentle. Your climax was gone again but it wouldn't take much to build it back up. Benimaru put his mouth to work on your other nipple and gave a gentle thrust that caused you to moan again. How could he stay still being balls deep into you? How could he resist the urge to just chase his climax?

He thrusted again and you felt tight, like your pussy was accustomed to him not moving. It felt good, you fit on him like a glove, just like the right amount of pressure to not fall off. He circled your clit with his fingers again and you locked your legs embracing his hips again to have him deeper inside. He kissed you again and put his arm around your waist to hold you up against him and then your back hit a wall. You throw your hands behind his head to use his shoulders for support and adjust your hold on his hips before he started to thrust again. But this time he wasn't so gentle. He was going fast and strong, his tip touched your g spot every few times and you bit his neck to muffle your moans.

"It will take more than that to mark me," he said in an arrogant tone.

You huffed. You would be all marked up tomorrow with shapes of fingers and hands: on your waist, on your thighs, your ass. You heated your wrists enough to burn the belt restricting your movements and scratched his back with force. Your walls clenched when you heard him growl. That much will do to mark him, so you'll do it again.

His thrusts were reckless and he changed his angle from time to time. He held your waist with one arm and the other was on your leg, spreading it apart for him to get liberty with his movements.

"I'm so so close," you cried in his ear.

He knew it, he could feel it. His dick was being pressed hard in your pussy and it felt better than ever. It wouldn't take much for him to cum either. He kneeled and let your body down on the floor in front of him to take your legs and put in on his shoulders so he could thrust in a different position. Your back arched out of sheer pleasure and you moaned his name again. You couldn’t even warn him that you were on your climax before it happened, you just took his arm and scratched him even harder than before. Fucks and oh-s left your mouth each time his dick rubbed your cervix. You notice he was slowing down and you knew what he was thinking.

“Fill me up,” you said in a lustful voice. “Fill me up, please,” you used your heels to push him back to you.

He didn’t doubt anymore. He was back with his merciless thrusts, balls deep into you again. His dick was a bit harder to take after your orgasm but you couldn’t complain. You just wanted him to cum inside you and you even might be able to cum again just from the thought of if it. He found an angle in which both were moaning and he kept going strong. Your legs were trembling again and he felt tiredness on his muscles too. So he buried his cock on you a few more times and the little hold he had on his body snapped. He cummed inside you and you had another orgasm when you felt his semen filling you up.

After a minute he pulled out and collapsed by your side, both of you were struggling to catch your breath. You could just fall asleep there, or maybe in the warm water? As you weighed your options, Benimaru got up and walked outside and back. He kneeled by your side and cleaned you up.

"Oh, aren't you a gentleman?" you teased him. But you were grateful he wasn't a jerk as he looked he could be.

"Shut up," he said.

He cleaned himself and got dressed. You heard him talk with the old lady manager, asking for water and something to eat.

"There's a private room, you can stay here tonight if you're tired," he said as he observed you get dressed.

"Will you stay with me?" you smiled.

"Who knows," he answered and left.

You followed him to the private room where he was already sitting and eating. You took a seat in front of him and ate too. With a bit of teasing and other bit of luck maybe you could get a second round.

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realcube · 3 years

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❥ HOW HE CONFESSES

characters ❥ mikey, draken & baji

tw ❥ the beach, bad driving, mentions of murder and cursing

cr ❥ requested by anon

a/n ❥ i’ve not read the manga yet :’(

MIKEY

♥ his love language is shoplifting for you <33

♥ like okay.. in writing it kinda sounds pathetic compared to all the other shit he does but like.. he goes through the effort of personally picking up your favourite snack from the grocery store —instead of getting his toman underling to do it for him — and hiding them under his shirt

♥ and he thinks about you the whole time he is sprinting away from security

♥ if that isn’t true love idk what is

♥ today wasn’t any ol’ day tho, snacks and sweets were going to cut it

♥ instead, he went for the big shiny rock on a ring he keeps seeing the window of the rock shop on the high street

♥ it was pretty, for a rock, but not pretty enough for anyone in their right mind to think it’s worth £10,000/$14,000/ ¥1,500,000!!!

♥ however, after hearing that price from a salesperson, he knew that stupid rock ring was exactly how he’d win your heart <3

♥ it was a challenge and it had him working overtime, but after pulling some strings, doing a couple favours, and maybe even inadvertently killing some people (you never know 🤷‍♂️), he managed to get his hands on the pristine stone, which he had come to learn was called a diamond, which was why it was so expensive

♥ the guy who did him the favour of stealing it initially asked if mikey was planning on proposing and mikey said yes —since asking you out on a date is technically a proposal — and the dude didn’t even question it, he just said good luck

♥ and that sort of energy was exactly what mikey needed right now as he stood behind a wall near your lunch table as he mentally prepared himself for what he was about to do

♥ all your friends had left yet you were still sitting there alone since mikey texted you and asked for you to wait behind, and the fact you actually did filled him with hope from the get-go

♥ “(y/n)! there you are!” mikey greeted as if he didn’t know exactly where you were this whole time. why was his heart thumping so harshly in his chest? and why did he suddenly feel overwhelmingly embarrassed? i mean, he’s not done anything worth being awkward about.. yet.

♥ he didn’t understand. he never usually gets this way around people. but then again, he shouldn’t be surprised since he knew you were an exception from the beginning

♥ “hi, mikey.” you hummed, head propped gently on your arm while you slipped your phone away, “why did you want to see me? is something wrong?”

♥ the slight concern he detected in your voice was enough for him to immediately blurt out, “oh, no! nothing like that! everything is great; i am great and i, erm, hope you are too.” he announced, somewhat glad that your only reaction was a blank stare as it meant he doesn’t feel inclined to explain himself

♥ “so, uh, i was just wonder if you..” he started, clenching his jaw as he mentally reassured himself. the fact that he felt embarrassed about feeling embarrassed made things infinitely harder from him. he took a deep breath, and spilled

♥ “do you want to go out on a date with me sometime?” he basically screamed, squeezing his eyes shut tight and emptying his left pocket onto the table in front of you so that his special gift would accompany his proposal

♥ he closed his eyes as if that was going to protect him from rejection, but before he was able to silently rebuke himself, he heard faint sobbing from where he dropped his present

♥ upon opening his eyes, the shock from the sight before him was enough to give him whiplash

♥ in an unfortunate turn of events, he must’ve emptied the wrong pocket because sitting on the table in front of you was not a diamond ring, but rather a sherbet dip he bought to share with you if you said ‘yes’ to his proposal

♥ and his suspicions were correct, you were the one crying

♥ ....

♥ waIT WHY ARE YOU CRYING mikey panicked, frantically looking around for someone who might’ve hurt you, or perhaps someone he’d have to send to A&E

♥ “are you okay?”

♥ “yeah.” you whispered, your light chuckle enough to prevent mikey from worrying any more, “i’m just..” you stuttered, smiling fondly at the blonde, “i’m just really happy. i thought you’d never ask.”

♥ it was impossible for mikey to conceal the sigh of relief he breathed as he slumped down next to you on the bench, “thank god. i thought someone had threatened you or something.”

♥ “threatened me? why would they do that?” you innocently cocked your head to the side, rubbing your eyes as you did so.

♥ oh, yeah. mikey hadn’t been fully transparent with you about his.. current employment. as far as you knew, he was a full-time student at ‘toman academy’ and he had a part-time job babysitting (which was hardly a lie, in his opinion)

♥ so you didn’t really know about how he was the leader of the tokyo manji gang or any of that

♥ originally he thought it was fine to keep it a secret, but now that you were officially his partner it would be immoral to not let you know about his affiliation with the gang

♥ so he decided to tell you over a sherbert <33

♥ “so, are we official?” he cooed, ripping the lollypops out of the bag and popping one in his mouth while offering you the other by tapping it against your lips lightly

♥ “yep.” you smiled, taking the lolly into your mouth with a smile, glad that he didn’t bring up your little waterworks a few second ago

♥ but in all honesty, he was preoccupied wondering what the most appropriate way to phrase ‘i am the leader of a gang of delinquents’ would be

♥ poor little mikey brain working on overdrive

♥ he decided to pull out the ring, since he still had to give that to you, so while you were entranced by the fat gem glistening under the light in mikey’s possession, he began, “so, babe, do you think being a gang leader is hot?”

DRAKEN

♥ he honestly didn’t have a clue how to ask you out

♥ in fact, he didn’t even know that he had a crush on you until mikey pointed out all of his weird behaviours around you

♥ so his first instinct was to go to mikey for advice when thinking of ways to ask you out

♥ but the only idea that mf was to get ‘will you go out with me, (y/n)?’ tattooed onto his ‘thick skull’ and ofc draken wasn’t about to do that

♥ although he did consider it for like.. a minute

♥ (he was like.. hmmmm... well, the tattoo guy does owe me a favour so... maybe i could get it for free?)

♥ (or permanent marker might work???)

♥ anyway, he eventually decided to ask you out the good ol’ fashion way!! by just telling you how he feels

♥ however, once he explained this plan to mikey, he was scoffed and said ‘good luck with that’ in the most condescending tone of voice

♥ draken’s initial instinct was to simply beat up mikey and go ask you out anyway, but this conflict ran deeper than just him and mikey bickering about trivial issues- his whole relationship was on the line!

♥ so after hearing the leader out, he finally decided on the most appropriate way to confess — just like how all the dudes in the animes mikey and him and watched did it

♥ by giving you flowers and chocolates <3

♥ and mikey even offered to come into the store with draken and help him choose the goods since mikey was a self-proclaimed ‘love-expert’

♥ draken obviously denied his offer but he came along anyway

♥ “ooh, ken-chin! look at these ones, they’re on sale.” mikey gasped, happily grabbing a pack of heart-shaped chocolates off the shelf, ripping them open and stuffing his face, “and they are delicious too!”

♥ paying no attention to the fact that mikey had essentially already committed a crime since there was no way he intended to pay for those chocolates, draken mused while eyeing up the rest of the sweets, the bouquet of flowers he had already chosen tucked under his arm, “valentine’s day was a week ago, that’s probably why they are on sale.”

♥ “draken?”

♥ a familiar voice from the end of the aisle caused draken to avert his gaze from the chocolates displayed in front of him and instead search for the source of the voice, which happened to be you standing innocently with your basket in-hand

♥ “ah, (y/n),” draken tensed, immediately shoving the bouquet of flowers behind his back at hopefully out of your sight as he put on a forced smile to distract from them too, “what a nice surprise seeing you here.”

♥ “hm?” mikey chimed in, unable to vocalise his curiosity through the chocolates stuffed in his mouth, but that didn’t stop him from trying, “is that the (y/n) you were talking about? the one you were going to conf--”

♥ “that’s enough outta you.” draken hissed through a fake smile, shoving mikey into the next aisle, which happened to be the snack aisle so, entertained, he decided to stay put

♥ “oh, is that your friend mikey?” you inquired, having only ever heard about mikey through rumours up until now. though none of them exactly matched the image you saw just there

♥ “yep, he’s pain sometimes, but he’s still cool.” draken muttered, awkwardly rolling on the balls of his feet as he waited for a deity to save him from this interaction — not that he didn’t want to talk to you, it’s just that every second you spend with him, the less likely it becomes that his confession will go as planned

♥ and you only confirmed that with your follow-up question

♥ “i see you’ve got flowers, and you’re looking for chocolates. who’s the special someone?” you teased, poking draken’s cheek playfully (which is one of the many things he only finds comfort in when you do it)

♥ “oh, no one.” he hummed, his coy smile doing a number on your heart rate

♥ “how about you? who is that card for?” he inquired casually, gesturing to the classic pink ‘i have something to tell you... <3′ confession card that was only in-stock during valentine’s day season, that was sitting atop the groceries in your basket

♥ a cocky smirk tugged at his lips — as if to say ‘i won’ — while he watched you become increasingly flustered right in front of him. it was adorable

♥ but he thought it would stop there; stop with him winning the teasing battle, you getting all sheepish then leaving but that apparently wasn’t your plan

♥ instead, you lowered your head and outstretched your arms to give him the card (which was still in the wrapping plastic)

♥ “red-handed. i bought these with you in mind, draken.” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “but if you don’t accept then that’s fine too, have a nic--”

♥ “who said i don’t accept?” draken grumbled, almost as if he was annoyed, as he took your card and examined the card thoroughly for a couple seconds

♥ then suddenly, he froze. the shock of the realisation leaving him stunned to the point where the only thing he could do was shift his eyes from the card on to you and utter in a terrified tone, “this isn’t, uh, this isn’t a confession, is it?”

♥ you shrugged, “i guess, it is.”

♥ “damn it.” draken cursed, glaring at the snack aisle and hence mikey, for giving him this stupid idea

♥ “is there a problem?”

♥ “no.” draken said through gritted teeth before pulling out the bouquet his had hidden behind his back, “but i was meant to confess first.”

♥ your jaw dropped, leaving draken concerned for a second until you instantly pulled him in for a tight hug; another thing he admired about you was that you gave hugs like you were in the mafia, strong enough to cut off his airflow

♥ “double confession!” you squealed, absolutely delighted that draken not only wanted to confess to you, but he had the same idea to come to the shop and buy stuff beforehand

♥ “i guess so.” draken chuckled, handing you the bouquet of flower as soon as you pulled away, “these are for you.”

♥ you gasped, smiling at how he managed to remember your favourite kind of flower after a single off-handed comment you made ages ago, “thank you!” you hugged them to your chest, “have you already paid for them?”

♥ “no.” draken replied simply. “but they are still yours.”

♥ sometimes it slipped your mind that draken was part of a literal gang since.. he just seemed so normal and humble

♥ but on some other occasions, it was painfully difficult to consider draken anything close to ‘normal’

♥ and one of those moments was when he was trying to convince security he was pregnant with a flower-baby, and when that evidently didn’t work, he just made a run for it with mikey, whose pants pockets were filled with sweets that trailed behind him where ever he ran

BAJI

♥ he didn’t even ponder about how he was supposed to confess to you for over a second

♥ the idea just came to him instantly and he went with it

♥ the only question he asked was ‘how can i show them how badass i am without bragging?’ and he immediately came up with an answer and rolled with it, no questions asked

♥ and there was no planning or anything done beforehand either, he literally just texted you ‘where are you?’ at like 7PM and when you replied ‘the park’, he hopped on his bike and sped over

♥ like he didn’t even ask which park.. he just guessed.. but he guessed correctly

♥ your heart almost stopped as you watched a chunky motorcycle come speeding towards you at such a rate that all you could do was brace for impact and kiss goodbye to your relatively peaceful live

♥ however, at the very last second it swerved around you and came to a halt, allowing the rider to extend his free hand to you, “hop on.”

♥ the voice was all to familiar and you weren’t surprised at all to see baji with his signature ‘i could kill you’ grin plastered on his face

♥ as your heart rate slowly began to return to normal, you cried, “what do you mean ‘hop on’? you almost ran me over!”

♥ he unclipped his helmet and tossed it to you, “safety first.”

♥ “did you even hear what i just said?” you grumbled, putting on the helmet anyway

♥ “i think you said something about how excited you are to finally go out with me.” he mused, shuffling forwards slightly to give you more space to sit on behind him, like a true gentleman /s

♥ “no.” you replied simply.

♥ though you initially had no intention of going anywhere with him, you still found yourself reaching your leg over his bike to take a seat behind him, “where are we going?”

♥ baji shrugged, chuckling slightly as he felt you gently wrap your arms around his hips, “don’t know, but hold on tight.” he warned, revving his engine and taking off without another word

♥ perhaps you were the fool for getting on a motorcycle with baji and letting him take you to an undisclosed location, but you trusted him enough to know that he wouldn’t try to drive you off a cliff or put you in danger.. or at least, that is what you hoped

♥ however, if it wasn’t a rival gang that kills you, baji’s driving definitely would

♥ he drives like a madman and left you with no other choice but to cling onto him for dear life, since if you didn’t bury yourself into his side, you’d probably fly off with all sharp turns he does around the other cars/bikes

♥ it was like being taped to the top of a vehicle in mario cart

♥ eyes squeezed shut, you yelled over the harsh blaring of the wind, “slow the fuck down! where are you even taking me?”

♥ baji was having fun, but he was getting the feeling you weren’t..

♥ usually he doesn’t care about what other think but this was the first time he was taking you out, he didn’t want you to think of him as a maniac driver, or else you might not want to come with him ever again

♥ “if you open your eyes, you’ll see.” he uttered, slowing down slightly so the noises weren’t as harsh

♥ taking his word for it, you hesitantly pried open one of your eyes and turned your neck so your face was no longer pressed against his shoulder

♥ and honestly, you were glad you did. passed the edge of the road, you had the perfect view of the beach below, the sea gently glistening under the orange sunset

♥ now that your nose was free from only breathing in baji’s sickeningly strong, wild spice body spray, you finally able to enjoy fresh ocean air

♥ “the beach.” you mused, smiling down at the completely deserted sandy shore, which looked so beautifully peaceful in contrast to how busy it was when you usually come

♥ “no shit.” baji chuckled, his eyes remaining glued to road, despite how much he wanted to see your reaction

♥ you let out a defeated sighed, leaning against his back, “but it’s closed.”

♥ baji nodded, “yep, that means we’ve got the whole place to ourselves!”

♥ before you could question what baji meant by that, he steered off the edge of the road and down the steep hillside which led to the beach, though it definitely was not meant to be drove on as there were several warning sign at the side of the road, warning drivers about the hill

♥ “baji, what the fuck?!” you screamed over baji’s amused laughter, similar to the way you’d laugh if you were playing GTA, rather than playing with actual human lives

♥ “isn’t this fun?” he yelled back, enjoying how the wind felt against his skin as he maneuvered his bike down the steep hill

♥ honestly, you weren’t sure whether you enjoyed it or not, but as soon as the bike came to a smooth landing upon the soft sand of the beach, you found yourself silently wanting to do that again

♥ “well, how was that?” baji asked, immediately hopping off the bike on his own only so he could offer you a hand

♥ accepting his hand, you stepped off the cycle only to notice that your legs were shaking, yet you oddly liked it, “that was.. okay.” you murmured, not wanting to feed his ego but also unable to lie to him.

♥ “great.” he uttered, leaning forward to carefully unclip your helmet for you and sling it over the handle of his bike

♥ “so,” he started, looking around the beach for any stray cops or surveyors, “what do you wanna do?”

♥ he felt a light tug on his jacket sleeve, causing him to look down and meet your pleading gaze, “do you think we could go out again? some other time, maybe?”

♥ all baji did was laugh, resulting in you become sheepish for a moment, until he wrapped his arms around you picked you up for a hug, “obviously!”

♥ you smiled, your cheeks heating up slightly, “nice!”

♥ “anyway,” he started, placing you back down and dashing off towards the sea, “loser owes me lunch!”

♥ ignoring how he gets lunch either way, you immediately sprinted off behind him, watching as he dramatically fell over a large shell and face-planted into the the sand

♥ being the kind friend you are, you ignored him and continued running towards the water, only for him to grab your ankle and trip you up too

♥ “ha!” that is how he shows affection <3

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Love prints - John Stones

Request: Can you please write one based on this Tik Tok please…💕 (as requested by the lovely @johnstonesfc)

Warning: just John be the sweetest Tiktoker (yep, I know this will never happen cause he’s a boomer lmao)

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy

Decorating your new house was a task you were really looking forward to: creating boards on Pinterest to find the right inspiration that would match your sophisticated and quite demanding taste, wandering through the furniture shops, choosing the right colour to paint your walls with. All sounded so fun but putting it into practice was a whole different thing, much harder and stressful.

You found yourself huffing in annoyance while staring blankly at the wall before you.

John told you you should've taken things slower, especially when it came to that spare room you had already in mind to use as the nursery room for yours and John's future child (since you weren't expecting your first baby yet you had all the time to decorate it in the best way your mind could think of), plus you could've stayed at his as long as you wanted, there was no need to rush.

The fact was that you were eager to have your own space you could finally call home, not depending on any rent or anything, that was yours and yours only. That was your dream since always so you wanted it to be perfect (even more so since there was the possibility you and John could share that place for many years to come). John couldn’t wait to start sharing that beautiful terrace house with you, already thinking about all the memories you would have made there but in the meanwhile he didn't want you to get too tired over something he could've easily done saving you a lot of time and effort but he knew you were stubborn.

That day after training, as he had been doing every single day for a whole month now, your boyfriend joined you in your love nest. He had a clue he would have found you with the paint roller in your hand and the moment he entered the house and the smell of fresh paint tickled his nostrils, he knew he was right.

"Y/N?"

"Upstairs!"

John left his duffle bag near the entrance, where your newest purchase, a beautiful glass and dark wooden table straight from the antiques market, was.

The sight of you sitting on the floor, dressed in a white old t-shirt splattered with paint, the result of your hard work, what was left of your bun as your locks were all over your face was enough to make John smile grow wider as his heart got fuller.

You were still too absorbed in your hard choice whether to paint the room a light ivory, a cream or a pearl hue to acknowledge his presence.

"I didn’t know I got together with an house painter”

You didn’t answer his joke as you kept your eyes focused on the colour palette in your hands, trying to see what would fit best. John’s eyes went from the cards with Pantone colours sprawled on the wooden tiles before you to your furrowed expression, drawing a smile on his lips. He got seated next to you, looking at the pastel shades that were causing you so much trouble, shifting then his glance to the four walls around you.

“What’s your doubt now?”

“I love all these three colours, which one should I choose?!” You whined, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“You could paint one wall each”

That joke earned him a glare from you, as he wasn’t taking your dilemma seriously enough. The Manchester City centre-back laughed, amused by your reaction which was highlighted by the adorable pout began forming on your face. “Seriously I don’t know why you’re putting so much effort in a spare room. You already have a guest room and it’s perfect!”

You got up, with your back turned to him and your hands on your hips in a posture that conveyed concentration but also thoughtfulness: how could you tell him you cared so much about that bloody room because it would have been your child’s one day?? The last thing you wanted was to upset him, stepping too far, but you knew you couldn’t go on avoiding that conversation much longer.

“Because…erm well... it could be useful for, I don’t know, our…child?”

“Child? Are you pregnant??”

“No! Well, not yet” You blushed, clearing your throat and looking out of the window.

His reaction, even though it wasn’t anything shocking, made you regret the confession you had just made. You wished you could disappear right there and then, feeling so ashamed you just let your heart open so fast and so abruptly but John’s simple words stopped your flow of thoughts: “Well, we’ll think about that when the moment comes” His lips curved in a sweet smile. That was what you needed to calm your racing heart that installed your overthinking.

John left the wooden floor to reach for you, his taller frame standing in front of you. He slid his arms around your waist and leaned his forehead against yours.

“I think the cream one would be perfect for the baby room by the way” He uttered softly, before breaking the contact between you to press a kiss against your forehead.

A content sigh left your lips as you finally relaxed in his embrace, letting all the tension of the moment go.

“You’re working too much though. You need to relax”

“I’m fine. You’re the one who has to relax, after the intense training session you had”

“Don’t worry about me, I’m worried about you as the amount of time you’re spending here among furniture and cans of paint isn’t healthy”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk as he never missed the chance to mock you.

“Okay…what do you have in mind?”

John smirked back, a weird sparkle in his eyes you didn’t know how to interpret, as he was up to some mischief.

You stood there staring at him shifting closer to the cans of paint, dipping his hands inside the one with dark paint. Then he walked closer to you, everything under your questioning gaze.

“What are you doing with those?”

He stood behind you, raising his dark hands to your chest, covering your breast with his palms so his handprints were now printed on your t-shirt. The contact made you giggle, enjoying it and finding it also kind of funny. The way his hands would cup your breast always felt perfect, seeing it not only as a hot gesture (you couldn’t deny your nipples always got hard as soon as he touched your highly sensitive skin) but also as something calming, reassuring.

“Do you like it? Just letting my artistic streak live”

“Yes, you’re a talented artist and designer. Where did you get the idea?”

“Was scrolling through Tik Tok and saw this video and I found it a cute thing to do”

"You? On Tik Tok?" Those little questions wanted to make fun of John for his poor social skills but were also dictated by a genuine sense of surprise, as he always said he wasn’t interested in making or watching those silly videos.

"Yeah, me. I opened that stupid app, okay?" He smirked, his face was only inches away from yours, your noses brushing against one another.

“You’re the cutest” You dipped the tip of your forefinger in the white paint and stroked the tip of his nose with it before kissing him.

"You're not quite bad either" Without even realizing it, he dipped his hands in the dark paint again making you wince a little when you felt his flat palms against your bum, adorning not just your white top but your trousers too.

Even though you weren’t much active on social media either, you convinced John to record a Tik Tok of you two repeating the one that inspired your boyfriend. You took a clean t-shirt for you and John so you could do it all over again, him printing his hands over your body and you doing the same with his.

All the laughters that filled the house that afternoon must have been a good omen for your new life, in the hope you would have lived many more moments like that in the future…maybe with a toddler bouncing happily around the house.

After that busy afternoon of painting and recording you needed a good shower and a good take away for dinner and that's exactly what you opted for. While you were taking your shower, John ordered some (a lot, to be fair) chinese food for you to share, already knowing how would that dinner go: the left overs would surely be stored for the next day, complaining then about how good it was the day you eat it fresh and then reminding yourselves, in a grumble, about ordering less food the next time. It would always end like that but you loved it, you loved eating on the floor of your new home with him telling you about the crazy day he had, you whining because he stole some of your dumplings without even asking as you planned on doing the same with his spring rolls. The moment you looked into each other’s eyes, among fits of laughters, was the moment you knew everything was alright, that you two were alright.

That was the life you’ve always dreamed about with the right person you couldn’t wait to share the rest of your life with.

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