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pinkmirth · 3 years

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—𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝗼𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 [𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞]

《𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 + 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝》

Boxes splayed across the bare, sheen hardwood of your newly owned apartment, some contents of them being haphazardly tossed out onto the floor, courtesy of Katsuki. Speaking of, the eager ash blonde had been taking this whole unpacking thing with a ravaging approach, a little more aggression than enthusiasm being displayed. This disregarding husband of yours had already broken two vases since the moving van hauled in your belongings..

You caught wind of his incoherent murmurs throughout the day, which were practically countless by now. You’d been racking your brain since, attempting to discover what had gotten your poor Katsuki so upset. Despite the marriage that bonded you and him, Katsuki’s profession usually got in the way of many personal things. For a while, it’d been a danger just for the pair of you to live together, so you haven’t been. Until now. It had been three days since you and him moved from the comfort of your hometown, Musutafu, to the renowned capital, Tokyo, and you wished you could say it had been smooth sailing. Unfortunately, a certain Bakugou wasn’t having the best time, always sputtering a profanity or a groan left and right. His case of the grumps was probably a trip of his complex emotions, either caused by a sense of neediness, deprivation of some sort, or bottled rage. You were betting, practically hoping on the first two instead. Knowing your husband, it meant well that he’d get his hands on miscellaneous household items to crush, smash and break, as some way of channeling his anger episodes. Three days down the line, and you already needed to replace a handful.. Though, it was currently dinner time, and you were sure that was a good thing. Katsuki’s little funk would wash away come 6pm. Cooking had a way of melting away the male’s heaps of stress, especially when you offered to join in. Throughout that hour of making food and serving you his prideful dishes, he always carried a subtle smile. Dinner wasn’t something to worry about. “Fuckin’ hell!” Scratch that. Telling by the pestering clatter of the cabinets he was yanking open, to the dastardly echo of his stomps, it seemed that you couldn’t rely on the succor of food for any longer. “I oughta’ set this lousy kitchen on fucking fire!” You let out a hefty sigh, picking yourself up from the spacious beanbag, since you were yet to assemble any couches, before strolling over to the kitchen, awaiting to see the reason behind your husband’s exaggerated shrieking. “Katsu-Chan, what's the issue..?” Your husband immediately bombarded you with a growled rant, “I can’t find my shitty apron!” You eyed Katsuki through furrowed brows. Is all this attitude really about one measly apron? Nah, I doubt it, your inner voice chimed. “And there ain’t any more pepper seasoning, so I haven’t got a clue what I’ll cook now..” he spewed through gritted teeth, recklessly tossing away the poor frying pan that he’d been holding onto all the while, impressive dents imprinted onto the handle, curved into the shape of his fingers. In that case, you had one more household item to replace. Noted.. “I can’t find that damned thing,” he spoke with an exasperated huff, his hands flying up to the cupboards, motioning them open and closed with the slightest violent tendency. “Hate to break it to you, sweet cheeks, but we ain’t eating dinner tonight,” you scoffed over Katsuki’s recurring dramatics, “These past few days have been shitty anyway..” He’d said it throughout a lowly mutter, but it was enough to cause a nervous stream to rush through you. Did he not like it here? Perhaps the city was too busy for Dynamight, maybe he wasn’t immune to getting homesickness as he liked to brag about, or it couldve been that he just wasn’t ready to get used to such a foreign occurrence in your relationship— living together. But, of course, considering your nature to bat things off with a joke of some sort, you contorted your worries into a comical stick to jab at your husband with.

“Darling, if you’re on your man-period, you should’ve just said so..” you’d said it with fabricated pity, all the while holding back your chuckles as his brows began to furrow, upper lip curving vexingly.

“You think you’re so damn funny, dontcha’, woman..?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.”

Another rasped groan left the lips of the ever-impatient Bakugou Katsuki, “Oi. Are ya’ just gonna keep giggling on about my little anger episode forever?”

Hm. For once, he actually acknowledged it for what it is, you thought briefly, before making your way around the glossy, marble-design kitchen island, your hands finding solace on his defined, muscular triceps.

The thick straps of his black, square neck tank top gradually began to slide past his shoulders, shadowing over his collarbone before you inched it back up.

“Do you.. like it here, Katsuki?” By the moment he answered your answer with an aggressive snort, you realized you had nothing to worry about.

“Why the hell wouldn't I? We didn’t pay for this house just to hate the place,” he scoffed, his large palms skimming over the small of your back before thick fingers of his wrapped around your waist.

“That’s a relief, but you’ve been acting a little grumpy— Like something’s bothering you. Could you just tell me how you’re feeling?” You finally admitted your questioning thoughts with an expectant look, watching Katsuki return your curiosity with a subtle smirk. “You wanna know what’s bothering me..?”

“Y’know what, never mind. Don’t wanna hear it, Katsu-Chan.”

Your abrupt response had him knitting his brows and emitting confused huffs. “So you’re just gonna change your mind on me like that?!” You jabbed at his chest with your pointer finger to punctuate your reply, “because you made it sound creepy, that’s why!”

Katsuki then tightened his grip around your waist, earning a breathy gasp out of you. Before you could question the blonde, he already had you hauled up into the kitchen island, standing between your dangling legs with the tip of his nose grazing yours. You couldn’t help but let out a sigh at the comforting warmth of his sizey hands, your arms instinctively flinging around the back of his neck.

“Alright, I’ll tell you the truth, hon,” confessed Katsuki, “The move has been great, but horrible. It all went good, I guess. No missing items, moving trucks arriving in record time, everything we wanted. But there’s one more thing that we wanted that you seemed to forget about, you lil’ idiot..”

Despite the use of an insult, his cheeks and ears began the bloom a subtle but pretty pink, his sharp red eyes averting from your own blinking ones.

“Care to inform me on whatever I forgot..?” You skimmed through my your memory frantically in those few seconds that he’d paused, trying to dig up a pleasing answer before he told you himself.

“Privacy, [Y/N].. We’d have so much, too much once we moved to our own place. And we loved the sound of that. Y‘know why, right..?”

Your heart suddenly leapt within your chest at his indication, his left brow rising suggestively as he briefly cocked his head. You definitely knew why.

“So we could have times like this. Without any damned interruptions. I can suck your face off without one of my shitty friends popping up unexpectedly, ain’t that swell?” His voice held the slightest bit of laughter in it, his tone comical and yearning.

“So.. if I said that I wanna feel you close to me..” you murmured, your breath fanning over his proximate lips, “Like, really really close, it wouldn’t be a problem, yes?” A teasing, lingering peck was what you placed across his cheek, earning a genuine grin from Katsuki as a response.

“Who the hell’s gonna stop you? In fact, I’ve got my own idea,” his lowly voice came out booming nonetheless, but of course, the benefit of privacy made sure that his volume wasn’t a problem.

“I wanna watch you. While you watch me.” He didn’t have to be lewdly exact with his words, the lust-blown gaze in your husband’s vermillion eyes was enough to tell what he wanted. It was simple enough as he’d said; Mutual masturbation, just a few minutes before dinner time would commence.

Albeit the serene atmosphere, you couldn’t hold back your snicker over your realization. Bakugou Katsuki, your impatient lover. The poor guy had been in such a distasteful mood, only because of his unnerving libido..

“You wanna watch me take off my panties, huh?” Your teasing statement came out as a suggestive giggle, your hand placed sturdily at the nape of his neck while the unoccupied one got to work on making his fantasies a reality, tugging at the hem of your leggings hastily.

“You’ve gotta watch me too, y’know,” Katsuki reminded you with a gravelly chuckle, shimmying and pulling his bottoms off as though there were no time to spare.

His half naked form had attracted you in an instant, eyes drawing to his thick cock, semi-hard and already being encased into his moving palm.

“Don't just stare. It works both ways, sweet cheeks. I wanna see some fingers moving’ already,” Puffs of breath were taken between his words, ruby red eyes already lidded with an agape mouth that poured out the most arousing groans.

“Nah, I think I’ll just enjoy the show for now,” you decided matter-of-factly, pressing a sloppy kiss along his defined jawline, causing him to emit another grunt, lowly slapping sounds being heard from his vulgar ministrations.

“You think you’re cute, huh..” hissed Bakugou, trudging his clothes back on with a grunt, to your dismay. “Forget it. Instead of putting on a show for a brat like you, I’m gonna go straight to dinner.”

You accepted the fate that your actions resulted in, ready to slide off the island, just before his stern hands stopped you. He gave you this glance, one that made you eye him in suspicion as he kept his hands on each of your thighs, spreading them apart with a lax grin.

“Katsu— Ah!” By now, the blonde had already dropped to his knees, now face level with your clothed heat. “W-what about dinner..?!”

“Whaddya’ mean?” His tone came out rasped and attractive, a growing smirk reaching his lips as his fingers prodded at the band of your bottoms, “This is my dinner, babe..”

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sparklingchan · 3 years

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Phenomenal you are || Choi Jongho(Ateez)

Pairing : Reader(fem.) X Jongho

Word count : 2.1k+

Warnings : cuss words.

Genre : Fluff, angst if you look with a microscope, romance, rock band au.

Description: In which, a band practice for the Annual Winter Festival brings Jongho to finally face his true feelings for you.

A/N : I wrote for ateez after soooo long. I’ve been pre occupied kinda but I’ve written a few drabbles to post from time to time.

Enjoy!

In the quiet summer afternoon , while the sun is at its most cruel forms and the rest of the world is enjoying their holiday at the pool, the only sound that can be heard from Hongjoong's old car garage is the soft strumming of Jongho's acoustic guitar. Lazy and unmotivated.

"We need a singer." Hongjoong says with a sigh louder than Wooyoung's laugh as all the boys stare at him.

How dare he!

The tension in the air is so thick someone could cut it with a knife and though no one breaks the silence, they know what is to come next.

Jongho stares at Hongjoong, eyes big with curiosity and mouth gaping, half expecting Hongjoong to suddenly start laughing and declare it all a prank.

"We really need a singer." Hongjoong stresses on every word yet again. That's a combination of words he never thought he'd hear the older boy say yet here they were.

"Man, come on, we already have Wooyoung and Jongho. We don't need another singer." Mingi groans, absent-mindedly playing with his drum sticks. His foot is slightly tapping against the bass drum pedal.

Jongho and Wooyoung shake their heads in agreement but Hongjoong looks unconvinced. Like always.

"But the rules for The Winter Music festival are clear. They said that a band needs to have a separate singer along with the instrument players. Or else they won't be allowed to participate!" Hongjoong argues.

Jongho sighs with frustration. He loves singing as much as he loves playing the guitar, but if he had to choose between one, he'd always choose the former. He can't let someone new take his place as the voice of the band.

It hurt his ego more than he'd like to admit to his friends.

"I'll stop playing the guitar. I'll just sing." He suggests, although he's immediately met with Hongjoong's disapproval.

"Don't be fucking ridiculous. Who will play the guitar then? I play the keyboard and Wooyoung is on the bass. We can't play the guitar!"

There he is, leader Hongjoong, who's always right.

"Fine. Fine. So does anyone have any singers in mind? Should we hold a small audition or..?" Mingi says.

Wooyoung smirks at Jongho's direction, leaning in to whisper into his ear, "Dude, its your chance to shine. Come on. Tell them."

Except Wooyoung can't whisper. He can only yell.

"What? Tell us what?" Hongjoong questions.

"Oh, you know y/n right? She sings really well. She has a YouTube channel too." Wooyoung exclaims, walking as far away from Jongho as possible.

Jongho elbows the older boy right in his stomach.

"Y/n? As in Jongho's y/n?" Mingi asks with a mischievous grin.

Jongho hides his face in his hands, cheeks burning red as an unknown combination of happiness and embarrassment wash over.

The sound of your name always makes him feel vulnerable yet he cannot bring himself to hate this new found side of his personality.

Were you truly Jongho's? He didn't know. But did he want you to be his? Obviously, yes.

"So who's going to talk to her?" Hongjoong asks, actually considering it.

Jongho is beyond exasperated at this point, "Hey! We can hold a small audition or something. I'm sure there are other singers who'd want to try out?"

"Do you really want that ?" Wooyoung teases.

No, he doesn't. He doesn't think there's any better singer out there than you. Your honey like voice with the most beautiful texture ever gifted to a human and the way your eyes close in concentration when you feel the music right in your bones always makes him feel weak in the knees. He wants to be able to watch it all live and not from behind a laptop screen.

"Fine. I'll talk to y/n."

No one reacts because they already know Jongho could never say no to anything that involves you.

"I'm not very confident, Jongho, I'm telling you!" You cry out loud as you walk down the unfamiliar road with Jongho close by your side, not paying heed to any of your protests.

When Jongho first asked you to join his infamous band as the lead singer, you were sure he was joking. But he insisted that he wasn't and the serious expression plastered on his face showed nothing but honesty so you let yourself believe him.

Of course, you did throw around your own set of tantrums which you were sure irritated him, even so he somehow manages to take you to the boys' practicing session in Kim Hongjoong 's garage.

"Y/n, please, you and I both know you're the best choice. Mind you, Hongjoong personally discarded the idea of an audition just to save this position for you!"

Lies. It was him that had said no to the prospect of holding an open and fair audition for all the students of their school. Because he only ever wanted you.

"Why do I feel like you're buttering me." You mutter to yourself but Jongho obviously hears you, and a smile crawls its way onto his lips.

The garage is old and a little small, you notice the moment you enter the place, but that place also has everything you ever dreamed of - instruments, good mics, a band who wanted you to be their lead singer, and Jongho.

"Hey, y/n! I'm so glad you actually came. You know Jongho's never been the most convincing man on earth, right?" Wooyoung greets you, his fingers busy fiddling with the tuning keys of his bass guitar.

You smile, "I think he convinced me well enough though. "

You shoot Jongho a shy glance, only to find him staring right back at you, his eyes reflecting the same yearning as yours do. The sides of his mouth are slowly curving into a grin, and the thumping in your chest increases as you watch him blush under the warm, afternoon sunlight.

Ethereal is what he looks like to you.

Mingi clears his throat, breaking the unexpectedly long eye contact, "Guys, come on. We have to practice."

And with that begins your musical journey with the boys.

There were really nice and welcoming and made you feel very comfortable. It almost felt like you were...home.

Within weeks, you had gotten so close to the guys, one would almost confuse you of having known each other for a long time when in reality you guys barely talk to each other at school. And nothing would have changed if you hadn't joined the band.

And on the other hand, we have Choi Jongho. Nice and sweet and talented and has heart eyes for you and only you, yet with your new found friendship with the other boys, he finds a foreign feeling of insecurity settling down in his heart, like foreign sediments in fresh water.

Until a few days ago, you were his little secret, his only friend out of his normal social circle at school, he had you all to himself. But now that his other friends have started showing equal interest in you, he feels neglected, jealous even. Though he would die rather than mention it you or the boys.

"We're going for ice cream. Come on." Wooyoung unlocks the door to Mingi's car, and slides is as if it were his own, "I'm driving."

Hongjoon mutters a warning under his breath before sitting in the front passenger's seat while Mingi follows suit, and sits behind them.

"When was this decided?" Jongho leans against the car's door , an irritated expression etched onto his face. His forehead is creased, his eyes alert and his hands are stuffed in his pocket - he looks displeased .

"When you were in the toilet. What's the big deal." Wooyoung says impatiently.

Jongho looks at you, his forehead crease deepening, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You are taken aback; in all honesty, you hadn't thought it was such a great deal to him. The five of you were just going for ice cream. Its not a life or death situation.

"I-I didn't think it was that important. " you reply.

Jongho scoffs, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "You didn't think it was important to tell me we were going somewhere? I see, I wasn't wrong to think you'd finally sidelined me. "

"Jongho, what are you even saying?" You say, exasperated.

Jongho has never been a man of too many words, or too many gestures. He doesn't have the habit of beating around the bush. Which is why is words are often too honest, too harsh.

You knew this, yet you couldn't help but feel a sting when Jongho accuses you of sidelining him. It feels like your chest is on fire.

"Dude, just get in the car. What's gotten into you?" Hongjoong says.

You are utterly confused - you couldn't believe Choi Jongho is throwing tantrums over something so trivial - the man who is known for his high tolerance and abundant patience.

"Nah, I'm good." Jongho pulls away from the door and turns on his heels , "See you guys tomorrow!"

And with that, he walks in the opposite direction, toward his house. And needless to say, he doesn't even bother sparing a single glance at you.

"Should I go after him?" You ask out of impulse, but you do mean it.

What's the point of going with the guys when your mind would anyway be preoccupied with Jongho?

"Not to play cupid, y/n, but yeah, I think you should." Hongjoong sighs, rubbing the crease between his eyebrows .

You nod, closing the door, "I'll see you guys later then."

"Give him a smack in the head while you're at it ,y/n." Mingi chuckles, shaking his head.

"Oh, I will."

Jongho had not walked far enough yet, making it easier for you to run up behind him.

"Oi! Jongho! Wait."

Now, Jongho is sure he's making up things in his head because he genuinely believes you’d not have left the boys behind just to chase him. Well, prove him wrong now, y/n, will you?

"Jongho! " you yell again and this time he stops in his tracks, not having the guts to turn around yet curious enough to wait for you.

"What?" He demands without sparing you a glance still his eyes somehow manage to stare at your shadow on the concrete of the street, "Why didn't you go?"

You quickly catch up to him, though the run exhausts you badly but you convince yourself it's worth it.

If it's for Jongho, everything is worth it.

"Because its no fun without you. "

Jongho had built up this weak wall around him, a wall meant to protect his fragile heart from being broken but there has never been anything as fragile and delicate as this wall - and the words that leave your mouth does exactly that.

"Y/n, I-" he begins but you cut him off.

"Uh, no. Firstly, you owe me an apology for all that you said before, and secondly, you owe me a whole tub of ice cream because I chose my crush over ice cream and that is not done."

You'd never been the best at confessions, really, and before today You'd never felt the need for it either. Yet here you are. Confessing to Jongho as if it were the most natural thing to do.

"You - what?" He asks in disbelief, his body growing warm under your intimidating gaze.

Y/n just confessed to you, dumb ass, wake up!

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get too ahead of yourself." You roll your eyes, wrapping a shaky arm around his.

"Do you really mean it, y/n?" He asks in the most sincere voice, the tremble in his voice giving him away completely.

Jongho doesn't deny your touch but he does look away from you, his face scrunching in a peculiar way.

You don't know if he's crying or laughing or about to combust, but whatever it is , the slight blush on his cheeks and the softness of his eyes makes you feel all mushy inside.

"Of course! " you whine, "Why don't you believe me?"

Jongho pulls you closer and then wraps his arms around you - like how he'd seen people do in those stupid rom com movies. And when you hug him back , placing the softest kiss on his cheek, he realises how relieved he is.

“I believe you.” He sighs, “And I like you, too.”

And he realises how much more special this feels than the scenarios he’d often make up in his head. He realises how terribly sweet you smell, how radiant your laughter is and how phenomenal you are.

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spacegirlinorbit · 3 years

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Help Me Understand

Part 2

Obi wan x reader

Angst, fluff

Takes place during ROTS. Y/n there to be by Obi wan side as he discovers the truth behind the abrupt turn of events in the war, Anakin becoming darth vadar, and eventually how he will come to fight him.

Angst prompts :“I don’t want space. I want you. ...I need you, please stay with me.” “You don’t have to face him alone, you’re not alone.”

SIDENOTE: ‘//’ when its one parenthesis's they are talking through the force and when its double ‘’ like normal its being said aloud

Help me understand part 1

“Well it looks like you took all the fun.” I say more to Obi than Yoda.

“Master y/n.” Yoda responds and I give him a bow. “Master Yoda.”

“Y/n.” Obi wan looks at me with wide eyes and rushes over to pull into a tight hug. I return his hug gratefully. Anyone could see it and anyone could feel it. We have an unformidable bond. That’s all that mattered. We are safe and we have each other.

We part and I give him a somber smile, “I heard Anakin was here.”

Obi wan sighs and looks to Master Yoda whose head goes down casted. We make our way into the temple. I can feel intensely the echoes of screams and blasters and lightsabers going off all around. A massacre.

The masters talk amongst themselves as I bend down and reach out to the force and see the events play out. It’s like a rock in the pit of my stomach. I fear I already know. As I see him come into view cloaked and feeling possessed. This is no Anakin. He has a new awakening inside giving his entity a new identity. Darth Vadar.

“Who could have done this?” Obi questions. I look to Master Yoda and then back to Obi keeping it impassive. Doesn’t he feel it? Doesn’t he know? Is he trying to be ignorantly blind? No. Not Obi wan Kenobi. He knows deep down. He’s just not ready to face it.

Me and Obi work on reversing the code but as Master Yoda claims ‘a long time it will take’ to recalibrate the clones.

‘Cody was with you wasn't he?” I ask quietly not sure if I should bring it up.

“Yes.”

“I made contact with Ashoka. She’s managed to help Rex through the force. I fear for what might become of her if she sees Anakin.”

“Do you think...do you really think he is our enemy?”

“No.” I can’t hesitate. I do my best not to lie either. I need to have hope. You can win wars built on hope.

“How did it come to this? I don’t understand.”

“I can only think of one person. Palpatine.”

“I must know the truth.” He walks out of the room and I quickly follow.

“Master. There is something I must know.” He says and walks over to the channel recording tables.

Yoda warns him, but knowing Obi this is the only way he can bring himself to do it. The recording plays out. It confirms everything and breaks everything as well. Obi is conflicted once again and in pain that is hard to keep under control on the inside as I reach out to blanket him.

Master Yoda says the words no one wants to hear now. “Destroy the sith we must.”

Obi wan claims he can kill the emperor but not Anakin and I can’t help as my heart yearns at the sentiment. Anakin has turned to the dark side. He is sith. He is Darth vader. He is no longer Anakin and it pains me to even think about it. It pains me to see Obi-wan in turmoil about it.

“I don’t know where to look. Do you know?” He turns to me now. I sadly put my head down and shake my head no.

“I didn’t hear that part of the conversation. You will have to go to Padme. She will probably have an easier time telling you.” I say trying to hide my discomfort. I wasn’t jealous of Padme but I didn’t understand how Obi wan was more compelling to be more open with her than with me. Someone who has been by his side more often than not. We did our first mission together. One of many. We have a force connection only we share more powerful than most. I was there when Quin Gon died and he was crying in his room all night. Then he took on the responsibility of Anakin Skywalker.

“You’re right as ever.” He says and gives me a small smile and a squeeze on my shoulder.

“I’ll continue to figure out the code. You go speak with Padme.” I say trying not to grind my teeth with every word that comes out of my mouth. The last thing I want is to be alone. Not when he has finally come home.

“I’ll fetch you when I’m done.” He replies before he leaves with one last stare that could say a million things.

It feels like an eternity since he left but I reach out slightly on the parameters of his force line. Padme is in shock and disbelief. She doesn’t end up telling him where despite how much he pushes in her head but he does sense the child she carries is Anakin’s. Thank the stars I don’t have to keep that a secret anymore. Padme didn’t tell me, but it was easy prying into Anakin’s mind when he asked me to watch over her. That and how she was eating more and the belly was starting to show.

I sense his presence coming closer to me and I meet him out on a small landing dock where no one would detect us.

“You’re just going to have to sit sideways in my lap.” He explains with a bit of cough and the tips of his ears tinge pink. He’s embarrassed. My heart is pounding but I do it anyway.

We go to the senate building and disguise ourselves to a hanger where Padme's ship is being ready for take off. Obi grabs my hand and we sneak onto the ship undetected by Padme and C3PO. Obi wan informed on the way here that she didn’t tell him where Anakin is but has been sensing she is going after him. We hide in a compartment together on the ship. I settle for sitting down and hugging my legs to my chest. Obi takes a Jedi kneeling stance across from me.

‘Did you know about the baby?’ He projects into my mind.

‘Yes. I knew.’ I begrudgingly say.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ He questions.

‘It wasn’t my place to tell. I read Anakin’s mind and found out my suspicions were true.’

‘Ah.’

‘Why did you say that when the war broke out?’ I ask timidly. I wish there was a wall between us. I don’t dare look at him when I ask this question.

‘What do you mean?’ I can feel him start to close off.

‘You called me, “my love”. What did you mean?’

‘...’ he is silent at first but then sighs and rubs his hand down his face. ‘I suppose I can’t hide it any longer. I don’t need to. I meant I love you. Because I do. I have loved you for a long time now. I just knew we couldn’t give in. We were always passing each other too. The missions together became less and communicating became more silent. It wasn’t the Jedi way. Now there is no Jedi.’

‘Oh Obi there is Jedi. There’s you, me, Yoda, and hopefully we can save Anakin.’

‘Yes.’ I can feel the hesitation. He’s on edge but blurts it out bluntly through the force. ‘Do you love me?’

I try not to smile big seeing as my heart will burst but all I feel right now for Obi Wan is love. We are about to enter a battlefield with a friend turned foe and yet none of that matters as much as I feel for Obi Wan Kenobi.

‘Yes.’ I say this time meaning it with my entire heart. Probably the first real truthful yes I’ve said all day. I can feel the love he has kept hidden, flow through me and it’s bliss and would leave me in daze if I didn’t know what we were about to do.

Landing in disguise was probably the hardest and easiest part. Padme didn’t know we were there and anakin’s energy was too high off the charts to focus on multiple things at once. His sole focus was Padme that much we could feel. We waited until she made it off the ship and then as we snuck out of our little compartment I looked to see 3CPO spot us and I gave him a signal of silence and for once he didn't make a sound. I hear Anakin’s voice and look back at obi wan at the entrance exposing his presence.

Everything after that happened so quickly. Padme being choked and falling unconscious. Anakin and Obi Wan start to negotiate but no real negotiation takes place. Obi wan in his mind tells me stay on board, Padme is still breathing, and Anakin could hurt me if i expose myself now. I stay back until I hear them start to duel and leave the scene. I run out to Padme whose unconscious but through the force I can feel she's under a lot of stress she can’t handle and I fear the baby-no babies it seems: twins, will be coming sooner than expected. I get 3CPO’s help to load Padme back into the ship and let her rest. I want to call out to Obi wan but I fear it would distract him.

I reach out to have my force barely touch Obi wan’s as I feel a sudden anguish overwhelm me in my meditation in the force. Obi wan felt nothing but pain as he had to leave his brother, someone who was the closest thing he had to family being left to die. He wasn't looking to make Anakin suffer but as we all know that wasn’t Anakin anymore but Darth Vadar. I send 3CPO to inform Obi wan as he makes his way back to the ship. I can feel he is miserable and tired. 3CPO sets the coordinates as I make the call for a medic droid to be ready once we arrive. Obi Wan pays Padme a visit to Padme. I hear her ask about Anakin as she did when I helped her lay down for rest. She will never be the same again, but at least she has her children.

Obi wan makes his way to the front of the ship, silent. I can feel the indifference of pain within him. I think to myself he must need space right now and make my way back towards Padme. If only I could help relieve some of the pain he’s feeling.

“Come back…” I hear softly called out. I’m almost at Padme’s door when I faintly hear the voice. I turn around and see Obi wan looking at the ground and running his hand down his face as he does when in hard times.

“Did you say something?” I ask, wondering if I heard wrong.

“I don’t want space.”

“Oh.” Was he mind reading me earlier?

“I don’t want space. I want you. ...I need you, please stay with me.”

I feel my heartbreak a little at the crack of his voice. He is doing his best to stay strong, but he just did the impossible and shouldered the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders. No one will understand, but I’ll be damned if I don’t at least try or help him one way or another.

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thAT WAS THERAPY FOR ME LMAO i hope u enjoyed reading this late night and perhaps forgotten story i wrote.

#obi wan #obi wan x reader #angst #sw #Star Wars fanfic

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miki-snake · 4 years

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One Reason

📖: It was hard to find a reason good enough for you to stay, when the only reasons can be seen in the past. What about the future though?

⭕️: angst to fluff (promise); model!akaashi

🔍: 5k+

“Akaashi Keiji was once again seen with the rising model Shina Mokata. The two went to grab a coffee and some eyewitnesses claim that they seemed pretty cozy with each other. But it is known to the public that Akaashi has a girlfriend for two and a half years now, they apparently met in highschool. Still, his fans say that for the past months the two of them hadn’t been seen together. ”, the news were playing on the huge TV that was hung on the wall of Akaashi’s living room. You were currently in his apartment waiting for him to come back from his shooting and wanted to start preparing your dinner. You always left the TV on so the flat wasn’t as silent and normally you just blend out what they talk about on the shows. Though today they got your attention. A picture of Akaashi sitting next to a gorgeous woman with his arm behind her neck adorned the screen of his full HD flatscreen. That’s not the first picture of Akaashi with other women and you already knew that it won’t be the last. He was a professional model so it was only natural that he was surrounded by beautiful people all of the time and in most cases women . It wasn’t rare that the PR people would come up with a new story he and his model partner had to portrait. Seeing him with a girl model or generally another celebrity would boost his popularity and also the campaign that he would be working on. Some might argue that it’s a wrong way to get attention, but that’s show biz they would always answer.

You and Akaashi knew each other since the first year in highschool and you two started dating in the senior year, which has been nearly three years ago. You went to college and studied english literature, whereas Keiji got scouted right before college. His career was skyrocketing right from the beginning, his handsome face plastered on so many walls around the city.

You were nothing but proud of him that he got so far, even without any experience or extra contacts beforehand. Soon he was known all around Japan and right now it’s starting to spread overseas.

You couldn’t blame those people because you too, could never get enough of his pretty sight.

But for the past months the sight of him became less and less, until you only saw him in the magazines or the gossip channels. He was busy with an upcoming project that would eventually lead to him traveling over to America for quite some time. The thought of him so far away already made your chest feel tight. Sure, he went out of town for some days or even weeks for some of his shootings, but never was he outside of Japan and especially not for as long as six months. It scared you to be honest, him leaving you behind, while he was doing god knows what in America.

Akaashi has been nothing but a reliable, loyal and supporting boyfriend and you are so grateful for him. You wanted to support him too, with everything he did and wherever he went. You knew that he wouldn’t cheat on you, he would talk to you first before something like that could happen, at least you thought so.

Still, it wasn’t easy to shut off all of those negative thoughts, especially when he was always shipped with other women through his fanbase. Fans, especially girls, can be really cruel if they wanted. It’s like they wanted to control not only Akaashi’s but also your life, constantly writing about how you should do this or dress like that to please Akaashi.

It couldn’t get into your head that those people think that they know him the best. You were there when no one knew about him!

Akaashi knew how much his fans and all those rumours affected you and he always tried to reassure you that you were the only one and you believed him, no, you wanted to believe him. The gossip and fake facts took a toll on you and it was already a reason why you two nearly broke up. Never would you ever want him to give up his career or slow things down because of you. He loved his job and was pleased with how things are going, but you didn’t know how much you could handle.

With him going overseas soon, after you two already seem to drift apart, makes it hard to believe that it could be something that would last.

Oh, how you wished that it would last. You desperately held on to the hope that there is something, just one one single reason that you and him would go through that hard time together. He did ask you if you wanted to go with him, but you were still in college and close to graduating, so it wouldn’t be a good idea. He didn’t want you to give up on your dreams and so you didn’t want him to give up on his dreams.

You didn’t want to give up on you two.

“Some comments on the last picture of Akaashi and Shina were for example:

“It would only be a matter of time until Akaashi would be together with our queen Shina😇”

“It’s so obv that he and her are dating, he already dumped his no name girlfriend🙄”

“Akaashi did seem happy with his girlfriend but then it started to become less until Shina came around and he started to smile again…”

There is no information that Akaashi and his girlfriend really broke up and he refuses to talk about his relationship with her. Instead, he did compliment Shina multiple times during the last interviews, showing his admiration for her. Is this a sign for an upcoming break up or maybe that something already ended? Subscribe to our…”

The sound of the TV was drowned out by your thundering thoughts. When did your relationship deteriorate into something that would only cause you worry, instead of casting a smile upon your lips. You tried to remind yourself of the happy times you and him shared with each other. How the feeling was when he held you in his arms or when his lips would touch yours in a searing kiss. But those moments were stored in the darkest corner of your mind, never forgotten but still nearly gone. You couldn’t really recall his touch, only the feeling of when you woke up alone again or how you've waited hours on hours for him to come home so you two could eat together. Just like today you would wait for him, preparing the meal and then just lounging around in the living room. Maybe he would text you that he would come late again or maybe you just didn’t hear from him at all. You always tried to stay up for him but most of the time it would end up in you falling asleep on the couch in an uncomfortable position, but who cares because you already have been like that for hours.

You just don’t want to believe that this was over. It couldn’t be…

Before you knew it you felt your cheeks dampening, tear after tear rolled down your face and you were sure that if you’d look in the mirror right now you’d feel even more pathetic.

You got dark circles under your eyes and it felt like you were constantly frowning. You just wanted to go back in time, go back to when no one knew him except you and his high school friends. You knew that it was selfish to only think about it, but somewhere in you, you just wished he was never scouted. Either that or you wished that you didn’t fall for him as deep as you did. You shouldn’t wish for that because the time with him was also the happiest you’ve been. He’s not only security or home, in your heart he has always been your future and feeling him slipping away from you felt like losing your own future.

Maybe you were a bit over dramatic and you knew that fights and breakups are just part of the risk you’d take for giving your heart away. It wasn’t like he was your first boyfriend, you went through some breakups already, but this time felt different. It didn’t feel like something you wanted to do but more like it was forced on you. Even though it was your choice to go if you wanted to it felt like it wasn’t you who’d make the decision.

You and him already talked things over and over, right at the beginning of his career.

You knew what kind of a ride it was going to be and you assured him that you would stay by his side no matter what.

Right now though, you just didn’t see the point anymore. You were sitting on the couch, but your knees still ached like they just wanted to give in from all the pressure and your throat constricted, cutting the air thin for you to breathe. You felt like you lost yourself somewhere in your mind and you just yearned for an anchor to get you back. Wandering around your thoughts you desperately searched for a reason to not escape from the pain you’re putting yourself through. You saw many beautiful memories of you two and occasionally one or two arguments but they were never so grave. Those memories were deep inside you and you held onto them like crazy.

Were those memories reason enough for you to stay though? How could the past be the one reason when you couldn’t see a future?

However you didn’t want to stop searching, stop trying… you somehow just didn’t want to give up, even if it hurts.

You try to tell that yourself over and over… but you can't help it.

How much more should you break before you’re completely falling apart?

You just wished for him to notice, for him to see how much you’ve put on the line. Maybe when he would just take a closer look he could help you out of your pit. Maybe if he would just come home sooner then he might see how much you’re hurting.

The heavy sound of the front door falling close ripped you out of your sea of thoughts. Lucky, because you felt like nearly drowning.

You didn’t look, no, you couldn’t look at him. You heard him slipping out of his shoes, dropping his bag and his light steps carried him through the room, straight to you.

His steps ceased to a halt next to the couch you were currently sitting on. You knew that you must be in a miserable state, head dropped into the hands with your legs placed close to your chest, cowering in your seat. He might be sick of that sight but honestly, so were you. You loved him with every fiber of your being but the lack of his attention, the comments in the media and your own crucial thoughts broke you. Slowly they did, but still they did.

“What happened?”, he asked you in his usual lightly monotone voice and you couldn’t hear it anymore. You were sick of not knowing how he felt, sick of feeling like being the only one who cares, sick of searching for a reason that might not even exist.

“Tell me Akaashi... “, your voice broke and it was so hard for you to get the words out of your mouth. You could hear how he stepped closer to you, probably surprised by the fact that you called him by his last name. It was never Akaashi, always Keiji, Kei, honey or every other nickname you found adorable enough to use for him. Well, maybe he didn’t notice.

But he did. Akaashi has always been a perceptive person and he already knew that something was bothering you. He never thought that he would find you like this in his living room, looking like you were desperately trying to hold yourself together. He just assumed that you would come to him if whatever bothered you became too much, he just couldn’t imagine that it was your relationship that was bothering you.

“Tell me…”, you tried again to speak up,” please tell me one reason.” You waited for him to answer, but all he did was looking at you confused. He had a bad feeling in his guts about the situation and he couldn’t understand what you wanted to hear from him. What reason did you need him to tell you?

After he didn’t say anything for some time you raised your head and took a deep breath. You really tried but it just felt like there was nothing coming in, it felt like you would choke on your words you were going to say. Releasing the breath you just slumped against the couch and moved your head to look at the blank ceiling.

“I was looking for a reason that shows me that this still makes sense but I couldn’t find any.”, you told him in an emotionless tone. The thoughts were still running wild inside your mind and every move you made hurt somehow, but at the same time everything was just empty.

You didn’t really spell it out for him but he already knew what you meant. He knew it the moment he saw you like this. What happened to the two of you that you’ve let it come this far? He really thought that you would come to him if you had any doubts, but he guesses he was wrong. It hurt him a bit that you still couldn’t trust him enough that the media could still make you question him.

He didn’t really know how to reply to you. He didn’t have a clear reason he just loved you, wasn’t that reason enough?

“Do you need a reason?”, he asked in a cautious tone, his voice wavering lightly.

You just sighed at his reply. Of course, he couldn’t give you a clear answer. Maybe because there was no answer to it but still. Did you need a reason? Well, you just wanted to have something that justified the pain you were constantly feeling. It irked you that he couldn’t understand it and it felt like something was breaking inside you. You pushed yourself up from your position on the couch to stand up and turned to look him straight in the eyes.

“Of course, I need a reason! Because why else did I put myself through so much pain, had so many mental struggles, just for my boyfriend to literally forget me?”, you nearly screamed at him but it was enough, you had enough. How can he be so calm about everything while you were literally falling apart in front of him. How could he only talk about his future in America, while you couldn’t see your future with him anymore. You felt betrayed and helpless and there was nothing you could do to change it.

“Then why didn’t you just talk to me?”

Was he serious now? How could he say that to you with a straight face like that?

“How many times Akaashi, how many times did I wait for you to come back?! Only to wait so long that I passed out on this stupid couch and wake up alone in your bed again. Time after time and nothing changes! How can I possibly talk to you when you never have the time?”, one could argue that you weren’t entirely fair to him but that was just how you felt and you wanted him to finally hear what you had to say for the past months.

Akaashi slowly felt the irritation rising up inside of him. You knew very well how busy his schedule was, especially because he has to depart soon. You were fully aware of how hard it already was for him to find time for himself, let alone for you, his family and friends.

It took a toll on him too. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to see you but his work had to come first at the moment because else he would lose the great deal he got himself for America.

“What do you expect me to do? I have to go to work or else I’ll lose the deal and you know how important it is to me. It’s a huge milestone in my career.”, he tried to argue calmly but the way his jaw was ticking you knew that he started to get mad. Good, at least it was an emotion and not the poker face that you couldn’t help but feel like wanted to escape your gaze.

“Oh, so your job now is to escort girls around town, being all lovey dovey with each other? I thought you were a model Akaashi and not an actor?”, you knew you hit a nerve. He never really gave you a reason to act all jealous and insecure about other women, but seeing them together that often while you were left behind in his apartment slowly was eating you up.

“Again with the jealousy? What do you want me to do? It’s part of my job to spend time with them and get to know them more. I mean we have to work with each other for a long time so it’s only natural to meet up.”, he started to pace around the room, something that he always did when he got frustrated.

“Why do you care about that so much y/n? It’s not like I want to know every guy you’re working with on your projects. Why does it matter when at the end of the day, I come back to you?”, you could hear how it affected him. It pained him maybe even as much as you but you had to do it. There was no way around this conversation because either you two get even stronger after this or it’s going to be over. It could really be it… after tonight you two might walk into different directions. You two might never cross each other's paths again and that would be it. Everything you went through… just to be completely broken in the end.

“Why do I care? Sure, you might come home to me but when do I actually see you? When do I actually get to talk to you and be with you like you’re being with all those women all of the time? It might seem irrational to you but all those comments about how you’ve probably broken up with me or going to do so is pushing me to the brink of exhaustion. When was the last time we went out on a date huh?”, you just started to vent on him and were panting because talking with him right now was wearing you out. All your emotions bubbled up and you were sure to explode.

“Do you even know what it means to see you everyday but not being able to really be with you? Because I only get a chance to look at you in those gossip magazines and channels. And don’t you dare tell me that I get to see you every night because I don’t! I can’t even remember the last time you took me into your arms on your own will, let alone you starting a conversation with me that wasn’t over text messages.” The tears were shooting into your eyes again as it became too much… everything became just too heavy to bear. You had to hold yourself back to not let out a sob while speaking.

“It’s not really about the trash talk they make about me but rather the fact that they seem to know more about you than I do nowadays and that they get to see your smile more often than I do, even if I’M your girlfriend! What do I have to do for you to finally look at me?! Can you see me damnit? Can you see how many fucking times I already broke myself for you so I can still be with you?”, you were now shouting at him but god does it feel good. It felt so relieving to finally let go of these words that were stuck in your throat for months. Voicing something you only thought before made it more real to you and it might seem silly but only now were those words really impacting you. Like, they were crashing down on you at full speed and now there was no way of escaping them and ignoring them anymore. You couldn’t shove them back into the darkest corner inside your mind because now they were out there. No taking back.

Akaashi was looking at you but like, really looking at you. He could see you in all your damaged and worn out beauty. Did he really hurt you that much?

He wanted to deny it but there was no way he could ignore the look you gave him. It screamed at him to help you, longing for him to get you out of your miserable state.

Maybe you wanted him to set you free.

Maybe it was the right thing to do, if the other choice would be to let you continue to suffer. He didn’t want to see you like this, he wanted to see the smile you always gave him when they would win a game back in high school or when he finished a good shooting.

He wanted to be the person again who you could proudly call your boyfriend, but how?

With the deadline of his departure to America coming closer and closer it was hard to think of something that could solve this without one of you giving up on something.

If he could he would pull you right into his arms and whisper all of his love into your ear but when he looked at you like that, he was afraid that just one touch could break you apart.

This situation wasn’t something that only one of you could solve and you didn’t expect that of him. You just wanted him to finally understand that how things were working so far won’t be working anymore. You could only handle so much and you won’t go any further if you didn’t know where he wanted to go.

“Kaashi… you’re going to America soon and I’m gonna stay here.

I’m always waiting for you right here, but I can’t do that anymore when I don’t know if you’re going to come back or not.”, your voice was scratchy from all the screaming and honestly you were just tired right now, no real energy left to be loud.

He knew it was going to be a problem eventually but he always believed that the two of you could push through it together.

It might be the fairest choice for the two of you if you just broke up, but he couldn’t do it. He was looking over at you, you looked so small and he wanted nothing but to make you feel safe again. He wanted to make you happy again but breaking up with you just wasn’t an option.

Finally, he took a step closer to you placing his hands on either of your shoulders to guide you back to the couch. He pushed you lightly to sit down with him, so you were sitting together while facing each other. His normally cool exterior was now looking rather distressed and his hair was disheveled, a total mess. You guess you both were and you nearly had to let out a chuckle at that thought. It felt like ages since the last time you two really took the time to sit down and talk to each other. Even though the occasion wasn’t that enjoyable, just sitting with him made your heart tingle again.

His eyes that could catch you from a mile away were looking at you with such a sad expression and it hurt you to see him like that. It’s not like you wished for this to not have happened because now you two were going to see what your relationship was really made of.

“You know that I love you right?”, your voice was so small, merely above a whisper, but he could still hear you. “I really want to look past the things everyone is talking about and I am proud of you that you got the offer in America but it just shows me that we might aim for different things.”, you couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore and so you casted your gaze down to your hands that were clasped together in your lap. “Your work is now your first priority and I get that. Don’t get me wrong I would never want you to stop what you’re doing because of me but maybe your way isn’t going to be the same as mine in the future.” You could feel the tears pricking in your eyes again and it was annoying you but you just let them fall because you didn’t have the energy to wipe them away. “I really, really, really love you but in this case the saying “sometimes love wasn’t enough” might be right. We both love each other and there is no way that any of us wants the other one to give up on something, so the only solution might be to just…”, you couldn’t say it because once it’s out there you can’t take them back. Words don’t work that way. Once you say it out loud it would become real.

You felt his hands on your cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. He nudged your head upwards so you were looking at him again. His gaze held so much love and sincerity in it that you couldn’t help but melt a little in his hands.

“I know it’s going to be a tough time but I don’t want you to say the rest of your sentence. I don’t see why love can’t be enough for the two of us. We’ve known each other for so long and been through a lot already, so how come that this should be the breaking point of us?

Do you think that I would accept it that easily? I thought you knew me better than that, love.”, his voice was so tender as if he was too afraid to speak too loud and he leaned forward until his forehead touched yours. “You only have four more months until graduation and I will be going overseas in one. So that means it’s just going to be three months until your graduation. Maybe, if you want to, you could join me in America after the time is over and I will show you around. Of course, I will try to visit you as often as I can during the first three months and if you don’t want to stay the whole three months afterwards, then maybe just for a bit of the time?”, he was looking deep into your eyes with his ocean blue orbs and even if you wanted to, you couldn’t look away from him.

“I know it won’t solve our problem completely but I promise you that I will try to work my ass off so this can work. Because there is no way in hell, I could give up on us without trying the damndest thing I can think of. So, if you are willing to maybe give this a shot then it would make me really happy and if you don’t then that’s also fine because I won't pressure you into something you don’t want. But don’t think I would refrain from begging on my knees first.”, and he did it once again. He made you smile even at the most serious times and even if the thought of Akaashi on his knees begging for you would be a nice sight, you just wanted to give in to him. He was willing to work on it and that is what you wanted, knowing that you weren’t the only one in this relationship. You didn’t trust your voice so you just nodded against his head, which caused him to break out into a small smile. Suddenly his eyes became serious again and he moved his head back a bit and grabbed you by your shoulders.

“You have to promise me though that if you ever start to feel like this again, you have to come and talk to me. I don’t care if you have to spam me full with messages or just call me, but I need to know how you feel or else I can’t do anything to make you feel better.” He looked so sternly that you couldn’t help but start to laugh. You were so sorry because he was just saying something so unbelievably cute but the look he gave you with that, just precious.

You tried to regain your composure after you stopped laughing and placed your hands onto his shoulders just like he did. “I promise that I will annoy the hell out of you that you’ll have no other choice but to give me your full attention.”, you answered him, trying to mimic his serious tone but to no avail. You broke out into laughter again but this time Akaashi joined you.

After you two recovered from your little laughing party, you both fell into each other's arms.

It felt so good to be in his arms again and oh he was so warm, he would have to drag you around with him because there was no chance of you letting go soon.

He didn’t care though because as long as he can carry you around, he would do it.

His right hand slipped under your chin and raised it so you were looking at him again. He was just millimeters apart and your lips were already slightly brushing against his.

“I don’t need a reason to love you because I just love you for who you are. There is no need to reason my feelings because that’s not how they work.”, he whispered the words into your lips and in an instant you two were connected in a searing kiss that melted all of your bad feeling away.

#akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #akaashi angst #akaashi oneshot #akaashi haikyuu #akaashi fluff #akaashi imagine #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff

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justjessame · 3 years

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Starting Over: Chapter 53

Laying together in our bed, the sunlight creating an almost magical glow around us, Bucky traced patterns on my flat bare abdomen while I massaged his scalp with my fingernails. I knew my smile was a reflection of his - soft and sweet, rested even though we’d hardly napped - being together was relaxing.

“When do you think you’ll start showing?” He didn’t raise his voice above a tone one would use in a library, yet I could hear the excitement laced through each word - it was tangible and I loved that he was so happy.

I considered what he was asking, but honestly I had no clue. Parenthood wasn’t really something I’d yearned for before, and while Mom had been a nurse, I was more interested in taking photos and putting one foot in front of the other than paying attention to the women around me who were glowing with the new lives they were bringing into the world. “I think it depends -”

Propping his chin up so he could see me, he raised an eyebrow and asked, “on what?”

My eyes went to the top of my head, searching for the best way to explain what little I did know. “The size of the mother, for one.” I was fairly certain that the tinier the vessel, the faster the passenger would be noticeable. “The father’s genetics might have a say in how big the baby is, so our little bean might end up making me HUGE pretty quick.” He chuckled and dropped a kiss below my belly button.

“Are you saying I’m thick, Brooke?” Bucky’s hands were framing my abdomen and I grinned down at him. “Is that a GOOD thing?” One eyebrow arched and I laughed.

“I’m carrying your mini soldier, Buck,” my fingers slid through his hair and I bit my lip when his eyes closed in contentment from the contact. “I’d say everything about you is a GOOD THING.”

Humming, his lips quirked into a soft smile and he crawled lightly up the bed so he could kiss me. Rolling onto his side so we could lay face to face, he traced my face with the ghostlike touch of his fingertips. “I never thought I’d hear anyone say that everything about me was good - ever.” He was squinting, as if thinking pretty damn far back and I wanted to smack something. “Steve wasn’t the only Brooklyn boy who could get into trouble, Brooke.” His smile was meant to relax me, but it only half worked. Bucky had been shunted to the sideline for a very long time, then his time as the Winter Soldier was held over his head - it was bullshit. “You are bearing a very strong resemblance to -”

“If Steve Rogers could carry your baby, then holy shit, Buck, Captain America was truly a scientific wonder.” That did it, it broke the tense bubble I’d created - not without some reason, but we had happier things to focus on. “You wish you could tell him,” I could see it as clearly as Connie had when I’d been wrestling with Bryn’s damn car seat in the Mustang. Cupping his cheek, I sighed. “I wish you could too.”

“I just can’t get this image out of my head,” his smile was growing and it was contagious. “Him meeting you and knowing without a doubt that the two of you were on the same damn page - to keep my ass on my toes. And to remind me,” his smile was still there, but it was just a little dimmer. “To remind me that I deserve it. You, the baby, this life.” He shook his head, breaking the vision and coming back to me. “Steve and you would be a pretty scary duo, Brooke, but I really do wish I could have it.”

“Me too,” and I did. I wanted Bucky to have everything. Every single thing that he wanted, because he more than earned it.

After a warm bath, shared of course, we sat down and planned a dinner for Connie and Joey. Bryn would be happy with just hanging out with her favorite live-action Disney prince, so I knew that on that particular part we were fine.

“You don’t want to make that baked pasta -” my eyes went wide and I shook my head. “What?”

“You’re from Brooklyn, Buck. You’ve met Joey AMORUSO.” It seemed to hit him like a brick. “Yeah, I’m NOT fixing an Italian meal for an Italian. Sorry, I’d rather not live through the live critique of my sauce and why I should have made the mozzarella from scratch, but thank you for that offer.” He grinned and I rolled my eyes. “We could order in -”

“Doll,” he gave me a look that I swear made me wonder if he was channelling my mother. “You can’t invite people over for something like this and give them -”

“Food from somewhere not homemade,” I sighed. “Yeah, I know, Mom.” He grinned. “Let me guess, that’s a Brooklyn mother thing?” He nodded. “Good to know that some shit is just naturally ingrained in the locale.”

We settled on a roast and the Sunday type sides that both of us knew from our vastly different, yet strangely the same youths. While he made the call to Connie to set the date, making our excuses for the evening - thank you little bean for being a great excuse for being “indisposed” for immediate visits - we did order in for our evening. And I ended up having a cup of Wong’s tea before it arrived, just in case.

The bag had a helpful set of instructions, just in case a novice might not know how to brew real tea. Luckily my mom had gone through a weird bagless tea stage in life, so I had some things on hand. I was sniffing the contents when Bucky came into the kitchen after hanging up from Connie.

“Well?” He was staring at me with my nose in the bag and I shrugged. “That’s not very helpful, Brooke.”

“It’s kind of an earthy smell.” I sniffed again. “Not unpleasant, but -” I sighed. “How’d Connie take the news that dinner would be in a couple days instead of this evening?”

The tea kettle was on the stove and I was waiting for it to start screaming to let me know it was hot enough, but we had some time. While Bucky assured me that my best friend was more than willing to wait for dinner to be sure I was able to actually eat it, I got down the rest of my tea necessities. He’d also ordered dinner while he was at it, because Bucky Barnes is a man of action, thank you very much.

The kettle howled and I took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.” Hot water, tea leaves in the tea infuser, and into the cup to seep until the water turned a murky brownish grey. No sugar, that was part of the instructions, no milk either. Just water and tea leaves. Once the coloring was right, I pulled the infuser free and steadied myself. Bucky stood beside me and gave me a grin. “I really hope this doesn’t taste like shit.” A tentative sip, and I tried to place the flavor. Nothing. Another sip, still nothing familiar came to mind. So I took another sip, and another, and another. The cup was empty and I was still trying to decide what it tasted like.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asked, taking the cup from me, and dumping the infuser so he could rinse both out.

I considered his question, focusing on my stomach and the urge to vomit that had me rushing to the toilet before. “I feel alright, I think.” I was still trying to figure out what the flavor of the tea was - it didn’t linger, which meant I couldn’t really remember what it tasted like. Damn it. “I guess we’ll find out once I eat, right?”

Bucky picked a local diner that had less spicy food. We sat in the kitchen and I felt like he was watching me like he might watch a bomb waiting to see if they cut the right wires to diffuse it. Fair, since I felt like a bomb that had wires cut, but didn’t know if they were the right ones to keep from exploding.

Dinner finished, we put away the leftovers and suddenly we were left with loose ends. It struck me that Bucky and I had never - not once since we’d been together - actually just had down time. And if we did - it was filled with UP time.

“Come here,” he’d taken the chair that I had immediately begun thinking of as his from the first time he sat in it and he was holding his arms open. When I got close enough for him to reach, he pulled me onto his lap and held me, pressing his face into my neck and just breathing the very scent of me in. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure,” I murmured, wondering what film Bucky would pick and then laughing when he hit the remote that he’d grabbed before I was perched on his lap. “Beauty and the Beast?”

“Connie might have mentioned you like it,” he was smiling at me and I bit my lip. “Our ‘mini soldier’ as you called them, could just as easily be a ‘tiny doll’, sweetheart.” Nodding, I let my head settle into the crook of his shoulder. “Not that there’s a damn thing wrong with either watching fairy tales come to life,” I giggled, thinking I’d hate to be anyone who tried to debate the issue with my baby’s daddy.

Bucky held me while we watched our first movie together - my favorite Disney movie. Which we followed up with something I thought he might like - the first in the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Isn’t that what relationships were, after all? Sharing? Plus, while the tea was helping with one problem, I wasn’t in a rush to take on the homework that Strange had given me. So if I could put it off for as long as possible -

#bucky barnes/oc #the falcon and the winter soldier #mention of pregnancy #mention of smut #alternate universe

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dreamescapeswriting · 4 years

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BTS Reaction | Imagine [Song] [Request]

A/N: Based on Imagine ~ Ariana Grande

Seokjin: ~ Knew You Were Perfect After The First Kiss Took A Deep Breath Like, Ooh. (Character name for show - Sana - but Y/n is play sana just so there isn’t any confusion)

You had been nervous throughout the shooting of the last month. You were cast in a drama which wasn't a big normally a big deal but it was your co-star that was making you uneasy.

"Y/n you're on in five minutes," One of the female directors said as she came to the styling station, you nodded and let the stylist finish your makeup before going to change into the outfit. It was the biggest scene that you were shooting today, a big kissing scene that was going to be on camera for all to see.

"You're nervous about the kiss?" The outfit stylist asked when she noticed you pulling at the sleeves of the characters hoodie, you stopped what you were doing and sighed.

"That obvious?" She nodded at you and you groaned looking over your shoulder to see your co-star - The Kim Seokjin - walking over to set while holding the script. You'd worked together amazingly so far and the chemistry on-screen reflected what was happening off-screen too you were just two close friends.

"It's just a kiss..." You turned back to the stylist with a worried expression on your face, it wasn't just a kiss. It was standing out under a hosepipe while they made ''rain'' fall down on you while you screamed at him, well at his character.

"Everyone on set!" You sighed and looked at your hands trying to remember all of your lines but all that was flooding your mind was the thought of going out there and kissing Jin. Who was just as equally as nervous as you but he was better at hiding it after the years of touring the world and singing in front of thousands of people at a time.

"Action!" The water turned on and you were already soaking wet as you walked down the small street that was in the studio,

"Sana!" Jin's character screamed after you and you shook your head spinning around dramatically and coming face to face with him, you were panting and staring up into his eyes.

"What?! What could you possibly tell me that will make all of this better!" You screamed at him and he searched through your eyes for dramatic effect,

"Exactly! You can't! Just leave me alone!" You turned around to leave once again but his hand gripped onto your wrist,

"You can't walk home, you'll get sick." He whispered but you snatched your hand away from him,

"What do you care?!" Your character was supposed to be upset and hurt so you were doing everything to channel that into your speech, he swallowed harshly and looked at the floor as you walked away.

"Sana!" You span around and he rushed over to your his hands holding both of your arms in place as he bent down to kiss you and it was as if you were no longer acting in the drama. It was the drama, everything around you seemed to fade away as he kissed you, and it was as if you heard music playing. Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck to drawer him closer and his arms wrapped around your waist so he could hold you better.

"And cut!" You both pulled apart and looked at one another,

"Whoa." You whispered holding your hand up to your lips as you realised that the kiss was the best kiss you'd ever had in your life.

"Take five everyone!" The director called out and Jin stared at you trying to think of something to say while you looked down at the floor.

"That was...that was something." He chuckled reaching out to touch your hand, you felt sparks run start at your fingertips and slowly make their way up your entire body setting everything on fire as they went.

"It really was," You whispered back to him and he chuckled at how nervous you had gotten all of a sudden.

"I'd love to do that again-"

"Well, I'm sure they'll make us reshoot it-" His laughing made you stop talking and he shook his head at you,

"No, I want to do it outside of work...Maybe take you out sometime and get a meal?" Your heart raced at the thought of him asking you out and all you could manage to do was nod gormlessly making him chuckle a little more.

"I'll talk later, go and get changed before you get sick." He ran his thumb over your cheek and you nodded once again walking in the direction of the changing rooms still at a loss for words at what had just happened.

Yoongi: ~ We Go Like Up Til I’m Sleep On Your Chest, Love How My Face Fits So Good In Your Neck

Yoongi and you were spread out on the bed just laying together and spending all the time you could together since you didn't get to do this that often it was a nice break to be together. Alone for the first time in months since he'd been busy with the comeback, the boys and then with shows. This was the time you could fall asleep and not have to worry about not having him in your arms the next morning. Not that there was a lot of sleeping right now anyway, you were always busy with something else to sleep.

"We should go stargazing sometime," He said out of nowhere while he was holding your hand while you laid your face in his neck. He was playing with your fingers like a child with a fidget toy but you loved it, you loved that he would just hold you this comfortable and you could say nothing but just lay there for hours together.

"Stargazing we shall do then," You whispered back to him suddenly feeling the effects of the day coming back to you. You were out in a snow cabin for the week, he really wanted to get away from all kinds of distractions so he'd kidnapped you and had taken you hostage never wanting to give you back.

"I mean it when we go back to Seoul...We should start it," You hummed moving your head so you could lay it on his chest and he smiled drawing patterns up and down your bare back as you tried to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to an empty bed and it brought back the harsh reality that it was going to be like that again soon, you got out of the bed and went to the kitchen to see Yoongi making breakfast pancakes.

"Morning baby," He greeted but you groaned and sat down on the kitchen counter, pouring yourself a coffee and drinking from the mug.

"It's so early, why are you so happy this early?" You grumbled and he chuckled coming over to you and kissing you, but you pushed him away because of your morning breath.

"I stink-"

"I don't care, I love you." You giggled tiredly at him and he smirked going back to finishing the pancakes off for you both.

"I took another week off...I want us to go somewhere else together, somewhere a little warmer." You stared at the back of his head as he cooked in silence,

"Another week? Yoongi you-"

"I love my job I know but I love you more and I want to spend time with you." You hummed and he took hold of your hand as he left the pancake to cook on one side.

"I love you too Yoongi." You giggled kissing him on the forehead not wanting to kiss his lips, your breath was still gross and the coffee wasn't helping it.

"I'll go brush my teeth." You jumped down from the counter and rushed off in the direction of the bathroom.

Hoseok: ~ Quick, Quick, Quick, Let’s Go. Kiss Me and Take Off Your Clothes

The award ceremony venue was huge and you felt so out of place there. You were a new solo idol that was up for their first couple of awards,

"You look define." You heard a voice say from behind you, you turned around to see your brothers best friend Jungkook say you laughed shaking your head at him and going over for a hug.

"How are you feeling?" You looked at him as he asked you about to answer when the rest of your brother's group came over. Namjoon patted the top of your head as a greeting and you scoffed at him,

"She's nervous, heard her practising in the bathroom all week," Namjoon said making them all laugh. Your eyes landed on Hoseok standing in his suit and it made you yearn for him, you hadn't seen one another in two months since you were both busy with comeback season and awards. He was your secret boyfriend and had been for the last six months but it was hard to see him alone since you were Namjoon's sister and you had your own idol life to maintain,

"You look amazing," He whispered as you all began walking to find your seat his hand graced the back of your dress and you whimpered at the feeling of him being that close to you.

"You alright?!" Namjoon panicked and you nodded lying that you were just nervous about being up on stage to present one of the awards while Hoseok smirked to himself going to his seat between Namjoon and Yoongi.

The night was finally over and you were pulling Hoseok through the hall of your hotel, desperate for him. The rest of the boys were still trying to make their way back from the venue.

"Quick," You whined as he was slowly teasing you trying to take off your dress,

"I need you Hoseok." You panted and he smirked pushing you down onto the bed not bothering to take off the dress, there were too many buttons and strings for him so he bunched it up at your waist while you unbuttoned his shirt.

"We don't have long," He whispered to you as you began kissing down his neck and then sucking on his collarbone just a little - not enough to leave markings like you'd been dying to all night -

"I don't want to tease you, baby," He whispered running his hand up and down your thigh making you hiss at him,

"Liar, it's all you've done all night." He chuckled darkly at the memories, he'd switched places with Jungkook and had started running his hands up and down your leg all night, breathing close to your ear and whispering to you because he knew it killed you when he did that.

"But you aren't innocent yourself, ''accidentally'' brushing your hand on me and what was that with the ice cube?" He grunted remembering how you'd taken an ice cube into your mouth letting it melt and swallowing it before telling him you wanted to go home and drag an ice cube down his body.

"I didn't know you were into ice play baby," You giggled but he wasn't in the mood for games and neither were you, he kissed you roughly and you moaned out as he ground himself down again you.

Namjoon: ~ Me with No Makeup, You In The Bathtub. Bubbles and bubbly, Ooh

Namjoon had taken you to Venice to celebrate your recent wedding together, the night before had been perfect and now you were waking up together tucked in his arms.

"Morning beautiful," He whispered kissing your cheek, you looked at him and he was sitting up against the headboard with a book in his hands catching up on all of the reading he didn't get to do much of back home with the boys and work.

"What are you reading?" You asked tiredly and he shook his head closing the book and putting it down on the bedside table,

"Nothing. I'm going to run a bath," You hummed and he kissed you on the lips not caring about morning breath. You'd been together long enough that it no longer bothered you anymore, you laid on the sheets for a couple of minutes staring out of the balcony doors at the sunlight. It was beautiful outside and you couldn't wait to go out and explore the city together as a newly married couple. You lifted your hand up so you could stare at the ring again before getting up from the bed and going into the bathroom. Namjoon was sat in the bathtub surrounded by bubbles.

"We've got this from last night," He laughed looking at the bottle of champagne that had gone unnoticed. You were too focussed on other things to even look for anything the hotel had done for you, except the bed. When you first came into the room the bed had a heart made of rose petals sitting on it, as well as a cake sitting beside the table with your names on it, they'd gone all out for you it was beautiful.

"It's like our own resort." You laughed pouring some of the champagne into glasses before going to the minibar for some orange juice to make mimosa's for you both.

"You look amazing," Namjoon said as your head laid back down against his chest, you were both sitting together in the huge bubble bath,

"Don't, I don't have makeup on-" He kissed your exposed shoulder and shook his head at you.

"I love you without makeup, you always look perfect to me." You giggled at how cheesy he was being,

"You love me?" You teased,

"I mean I hope or do, why else would I have married you?" He chuckled wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to lean back closer to him.

"I love you too." You whispered closing your eyes and relaxing against him as you thought about the rest of your honeymoon together.

"We have the rest of the morning off you know...We don't have anything planned until late this afternoon," You hummed and he began kissing your neck sucking on the skin as he took the glass from your hand and placed it on the edge of the bathtub,

"I have a lot planned for us, Mrs Kim." He whispered turning you around so you were facing him now and sitting on his lap.

"Oh I think I know what you have planned Mr Kim." You giggled kissing him roughly, putting your hands in his hair and tugging lightly on the strands of his hair so he would let out a strangled moan.

Jimin: ~ Step up, the two of us, nobody knows us. Get in the car like ‘skrrt’

This was all Jimin's idea, get in the car and don't stop driving until you hit somewhere where no one would know who you and he were and why you had run away. Where you could just be alone and have no one bother you for the next week of his break. The first week had been a whirlwind filled with scandals and your relationship being outted by greedy media companies all using their own greed to exploit you both and practically ruin your reputation, you were an artist like Jimin and had started dating at the start of last year.

"It's like a ghost town," You whispered as you and Jimin walked around the small beach town hand in hand, it was pitch black but most of the shops were shut and boarded up and any that were open had one or two people sitting inside too bothered with their own lives to worry about your problems.

"A rose for the beautiful lady?" You jumped up in the air as a man appeared out of nowhere holding a rose out, Jimin paid him for the rose and watched him walk away without a single thought to who he was or what you were doing here.

"I might have to move here," You giggled walking with Jimin through the small streets and taking in the sights of everything around you, it felt amazing to be somewhere and not have to worry about who was following you or taking your picture without you knowing.

"You're sure no one followed us right?" You questioned as Jimin walked you down to the beachfront, it was more of a cove. Hidden away from everyone who didn't look close enough, Jimin sat you down on the sand and sat beside you linking your hands together.

"Noone knows where we are, not even the boys." He assured you making you relax, your head leant on his shoulder as you looked out at the sea.

The whole world felt silent and peaceful for the first time in a week, no one was screaming questions at you and demanding answers about why you had hidden the relationship. Noone was begging you to do brand deals or following you to your apartment to get a glimpse of your life.

"Jimin." You whispered poking his chin as you woke up, you must have fallen asleep together in the night before now the small cove was starting to gather a small collection of people all of them minding their own business as you slept.

"Hmm?" He moaned tiredly as he gripped you closer to him, it was the best night sleep he had gotten in months and he didn't want it to be over just yet.

"Excuse me, dear, if you'd like there's a small hotel just up the right in an old lighthouse, they serve the most amazing breakfast." An elderly lady said as she helped you up from the sand, you brushed yourself off and thanked her before poking Jimin in the side with your foot.

"I want breakfast Jiminie." You whined out and he groaned sitting up and rubbing his eyes,

"Just like my husband, not a morning person." She shifted so you could see an elderly man sitting on a fishing chair half asleep with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Thank you again," You told her before you and Jimin went off to find the hotel together walking hand in hand once again and not caring about anything except spending time together. It felt perfect and you never wanted to change it though you knew it would come to an end soon you were going to live it up as much as you could for now.

Taehyung: ~ Feels like forever, baby I never thought that it would be you

"I feel stupid." You whined as you looked down at the dress you were being forced to wear for your cousin's wedding, she had you wearing a neon green bridesmaid dress complete with a silly hat to go along with it.

"You look wonderful, now go out there and knock them dead." You rolled your eyes at your mother's attempts to make this whole day feel better but it wasn't going to work, you were in a dress that looked like it could be spotted by aliens in space.

"Go!" The music started and you started walking down the aisle holding the matching green bouquet of flowers that she was forcing you to hold, you faked a smile knowing this day was for her and not you. You could go home and change once this was all over. Everything was going fine until you looked up to see Taehyung standing at the alter looking at you. A green tie to match your green dress and a giant smile on his face as he noticed that it was you walking towards him. You hadn't seen him in years and then all of a sudden he was right there smiling at you,

"Please be seated." The vicar said to everyone in the church, you and Taehyung held eye contact the entire ceremony while your cousin and her boyfriend got married.

"So it was you," He chuckled coming up to you later that night on the dance floor, he span you around and brought you into his arms.

"It feels like forever since I saw you," He laughed placing your arms around his neck so he could sway with you to the slow music that was playing.

"Seven years? I think." You giggled still finding hard to believe that he was standing right in front of you, he had been one of your best friends growing up but he went off to become the famous Kim Taehyung that everybody loved.

"It's a long time," He sighed looking away from you and he began glancing around the room with his brows furrowed together.

"What is it?" You asked as he turned your around, spinning you out and then bringing you back into his arms.

"I don't see you with anyone here." You made an acknowledgement noise and he hummed wondering why you were alone.

"You see, the one I wanted to bring as my date was already here and wearing a disgustingly bright green tie." He blushed as you flirted with him, it was as if the seven years apart hadn't even happened. You were still flirting with one another as though it was some big game though you both knew there was something more between you.

"Ah, I see." He laughed dipping you down and staring into your eyes,

"The one I wanted to bring was already here too and she's in an equally disgusting dress." You gasped acting offended as he brought you back up from the dip,

"You don't like my dress? I picked it out all by myself." You lied wrapping your arms around his neck once more and continuing to sway together. He leant his forehead down on yours and you both swayed in time to 'I Miss You by SOYOU',

"I love you, love you, love you..." You whispered as the song said it and Taehyung smiled as he heard you singing softly,

"And I miss you, miss you..." He sang back to you, you both stopped still and he titled your chin up to look at him.

"I love you, love you, love you." He whispered right before he placed his lips on yours, your eyes widened before shutting and kissing him back.

Jungkook: ~ Tell me your secrets, all of the creep shit. That’s how I know it’s true

You were sitting in a train carriage going to Seoul after one of the worst days of your life and you let out a small noise that could have been a choked sob or a whine but the man in front of you got up and left the seat not wanting to be around someone like that. You didn't blame him, no one wanted to be around you right now and no one wanted to be around a crying woman on a train it would look weird.

"Fuck," You whispered as you noticed the train getting busier by the second, you pulled up the hood of your jacket over your head and stared out of the window not wanting to cry in front of anyone. You'd done your best to keep it in, you weren't about to break right now.

"Everything okay?" You looked across from you to see someone who looked like Jungkook from BTS and you nodded turning back to look out of the window but the boy continued to stare at you.

"You sure?" You swallowed the lump in your throat before shaking your head at him and he questioned what was wrong putting his hands on the table. You stared at them and saw the tattoos that Jungkook had but it couldn't have been him, this was a public train so you assumed he wouldn't jump on and start talking to random people.

"I erm...My ex just broke up with me and threw me out." You stuttered out looking from his hands to his face, he had the same mole as Jungkook so it had to be him but there were always people that looked like each other.

"I'm who you think I am, but please don't scream." You shook your head promising that you wouldn't,

"You look like him, but everyone has at least five people that look identical to us...How do I know you're not some crazy fan who got tattoos to look like him." He started laughing and shaking his head at you, his laugh made you feel better the moment you heard it and you knew it was him.

"How can I convince you I'm who I say I am?" You pretending to think about it for a couple of seconds, all the worries of your ex-boyfriend fading away from your mind.

"Tell me your secrets," He chuckled and leant forward whispering a secret he'd never told anyone before and you nodded slowly pretending not to be convinced and he chuckled bringing out his ID and proving it was him.

"How do I know who you are?" He teased back, you brought out your ID and showed him it before he chuckled and began to question you on what had happened with your ex so he could find a way to comfort you.

"You should totally try it, I promise it's amazing." You giggled as you held out the cup of white hot chocolate for him to try. He took it from your hands and sipped on it before nodding.

"You're right, totally better than regular." He laughed as you started walking around the Han River for the sixth time that night, as soon as you both reached Seoul station you didn't want this to end so he offered to buy you a drink to cheer you up and spend more time with you. He wanted to get to know you and spend all the time he could with you,

"I have to go soon but here," He wrote his number down in your phone and text himself so he could have your number,

"Call me when you get home safe, okay?" You nodded and he kissed your cheek before running away.

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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Step Into the Daylight - Part 7

Summary: After being reunited with your Mandalorian and little green friend, you find that it’s time for the next part of your journey. You’re just not so sure if you’re ready, but as Din reminded you the strongest stars have hearts of kyber.

A/N: Thank you guys for all your love and support, I love all of you!! I hope you enjoy this part, it’s a lot of sweetness and fluff, but you know, it’s Din, so yeah. Enjoy some fluff! Taglists are open, and as always feedback is welcome! xx

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin x Reader)

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: none

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"Ilum?" you sounded the name out slowly, testing it out on your tongue. You'd never heard of such a place before, despite how well versed you were in different parts of the galaxy, "I've never even heard of it before."

"Are you suggesting it's not real simply because you've not heard of it?" Jeele asked as she looked at you from across the fire you had lit. You immediately shook your head and leaned back in your makeshift seat on the old, fallen log, inadvertently leaning further into Din. You quickly looked at him and gave him an apologetic look. A quick throat clear recaptured your attention and you turned back to your master who looked between between you and your Mandalorian.

"No, Master," you reassured her quietly, "I'm just curious. Traveling to a place I've never heard is a bit intimidating."

"You've survived this place," she pointed out and you shrugged lightly, looking over at the Child playing with PC. The Child was cooing happily, and PC was beeping just as fervently as they chased each other around. The Child has been so happy to see you, as you had been him, holding onto you tightly for a long time before quickly becoming enamored with his new droid friend.

"I've survived worse," you sighed lightly, "as most people have."

"Enough," she insisted firmly, "you cannot downplay all of your accomplishments constantly. You have survived a great deal, but there is still so much ahead of you. Trust only in the force. And yourself."

You were suddenly hyper aware of how close Din was to you, how his leg brushed against yours, warm and comforting. You trusted him with your life; as he did you with you. Nothing would change that. A small smile tugged on your feature at the sheer thought, "yes, Master."

"Ilum has been a special place, a sacred place to the Jedi for ages. It is our planet, our place. No one else knows about it," of course. More illusive secrets kept between the mysterious brotherhood, "it is a right of passage to go there for every Jedi. It is one of the homes of the Kyber crystal."

A sharp inhale of breath next to you, cause you to turned your head to Din. He turned to you and shook his head lightly, giving your leg a light squeeze, "you know of them, Mandalorian?"

"I have heard of them," he said quietly giving her a soft nod, "just stories I heard in my youth. I never thought much of this to be true."

"I'm sure you're heard many things you thought to only be legends in your life that have come to be true," she insisted and he let out a small sound. You looked at him and gave him a small smile. You liked to think that he had one on his face too.

"What am I going to do with a Kyber crystal?" you asked and Jeele looked to Din, raising her eyebrow at him as she sought to know if he could explain.

"At the heart of every weapon wielded by the Jedi is a Kyber crystal," he explained as realization hit you. Something had to power the beautiful and elegant weapon after all, "there was an old expression I've heard...the strongest stars have hearts of Kyber."

"You're very attuned, Mandalorian," Jeele smiled at him, as you did your best not to completely beam at him. You wanted to maintain somewhat of a layer of subtly, even if one wasn't required at that point. Another six months had gone by, and while you had missed him terribly, now that he was back, it was like no time had passed at all, "and you, young one, must surely understand what this means."

You gave her an innocent look as you slowly shook your head. You thought you knew what she meant, but you didn't want to just shout out an answer and have it be wrong. Din seemed to lean closer almost as if he was trying to radiate the answer to you. Despite the cool beskar, you could feel his heat flowing towards you. It was comforting; warm. It always felt like you were home when he was close by, even if he wasn’t physically touching you.

“I...” you channeled off, gnawing on your lower lip, “I don’t know.”

“It’s time for you to find your own crystal,” she explained as your face lit up with a mixture of fear and excitement. You had thought living on this deserted planet was an adventure? Hunting down an illusive crystal was a whole different story, “and then you will construct your own saber. It is a time honored tradition; a rite of passage for every Jedi. I crafted my own many years ago, when I was much younger. Now, it’s your turn.”

While the prospect of such sent a thrill running throughout your whole body, a pang of loss settled into your bones. Barely reunited with your Mandalorian and your small, sweet green friend, and it was apparent you would have to leave them. Once again. You weren’t sure if your heart could handle it; the continuing back and forth of having them in your day to day life and then being separated for long, bleak stretches of time was wearing heavy on your heart. You knew this was important, that this was worth it....but it didn’t make the decision any easier.

“They will join you on this leg of your journey,” Jeele’s voice was barely above a whisper as she looked over at the foreign child playing with the droid, seemingly have no cares in the world. You wished you could give him this simple life, such saccharine pureness everyday; but even you knew that it was not the life any one of you were destined for. But, you had vowed it upon yourself, you’d give him a tranquil life, some sort of stability. Him and Din. You looked back at Jeele, giving the aging woman a small smile, “but they cannot join you in your pursuit.”

“I...don’t understand,” tilting your heard to side, you were, once again, confused by her words, “they can come with me...but they can’t?”

“They can make the journey to Illum with you, but once we arrive, you must go on alone. It is a solitary journey, and everyone must go through it by themselves,” she explained as Din sucked in a long breath. Even though he was well aware of the fact that you could handle yourself in combat, or anything that came your way, he still loathed the idea that he wouldn’t be able to protect you. There was something about you, no matter how competent and talented, that urged him to protect you.

Every day of the six months you had been separated his thoughts had drifted to you; wondering if you were safe, if you had a comfortable place to rest, enough to eat, something or someone to keep you company (although he hadn’t expected a droid), and if you were okay. There were times, often in the dead of night, he felt something, a weird tugging in his heart as the vision of you flooded his mind. It was comforting in an odd way, and but it soothed his nervous and reassured him that you were okay. Despite how much he ached and yearned for your company, to have you present at his side, he would wait. And he knew he’d do it over and over and over again, even if he only got to gaze upon your exquisite beauty one more time.

“Without you?”

“Without anyone.”

“And how am I supposed to know what exactly what to do?” you mused as you tried to imagine what the mysterious planet even looked like. Would be a desert terrain much like Tatooine, or Jakku? Perhaps it would be lush and forest like? Maybe it would a spot hidden in a crowded city like Coruscant?

“Just the same as you knew you exactly what to do here,” it was a simple statement and while it frustrated you to no one to get these half answers, shrouded in mystery, you were beginning to see it was very much the Jedi way, “you listen, you learn, and you do. The answers are right in front of you.”

Currently right in front of you was the Child, climbing onto his new friend, giggling and cooing in delight as PC rolled around slowly. Whatever strange vendetta Din had against droids, you hoped this would help to quell his nerves.

“So, I’m going to go there and...figure it out,” you asked quietly and she gave you a quick nod, “okay, well, let’s hope I don’t screw this up.”

“You won’t,” two voices insisted at once; a small smile crept onto your face at the realization. You didn’t looked over at Din, but you could feel his gaze intently trained on you.

“Well, I thank you both for the vote of confidence,” you said quietly, letting out a long sigh, “I suppose only time will tell.”

“We shall leave in the morning,” standing her to full height, which was not much, she stretched before beckoning for PC to follow her. The droid obeyed immediately, turning gently to let the small child slip to the ground, landing on his bottom with a small plop. He cooed as he watched the droid roll away, lifting his small hand in a little wave, “I’ll remain on the ship and get the droid acquainted with it. You will remain in the hut. I shall come for you when it is time.”

You opened your mouth to say something but decided not to bother; when her mind was made it up, it was made up. There were still many things to learn about Jeele Takar, but you knew you would get the privilege of knowing more when the time was right.

“You trust her on your ship...alone?” you stood and stretched as well, shaking off the stiffness in your bones before feeling a small tugging on your leg. Looking down, your heart instantly melted as the sweetest eyes looked back at you, silently pleading for you to pick him up.

“I have no reason not to,” Din stood to his full height as he started to put out the fire, and you nodded. What a change of pace from the man who had meet well over a year now. He’d always been so guarded and in many aspects he still was; but slowly, piece by tiny piece, his walls were wearing down and he learned that it was okay to trust in others.

“Come here,” you scooped up the small bundle and clutched him in your arms, pressing him as tightly against your chest as you could without completely squeezing the life out of him. He made a few soft sounds, and you felt yourself overrun with emotion. Whatever bond you had with him was strong, inexplicable even, but it was a beautiful thing. He looked back at you, reaching his little arms up and resting them on your cheeks, letting out a string of small sounds, “I missed you too, buddy. And guess what, I’m not leaving again. Not matter what.”

It was a bit of a hollow promise, considering you didn’t know what could possibly be coming up. But you vowed that if you had any control over it, you wouldn’t leave them again anytime soon.

An idea struck you so quickly, causing you to hand the small child to Din, surprising the two of them.

“What’re you doing?”

You shook your head but reached around your neck, quickly untying the necklace that had lived, nestled just above the swell of your breasts for months now. Din watched in silence, trying to figure out what you were doing, but he quickly put two and two together. Reaching over, you tied the sacred necklace around the child’s much smaller neck, adjusting the cord before securing it. He burbled happily he instinctively grabbed it with one and stuck it into it his mouth, sucking on the cool metal.

“Now we have to stay together, my little aliit” you gave his ears an affectionate scratch, and you swore that a small sound emanated from deep within the Mandalorian’s throat. Turning to move into the small hut, you motioned for him to follow inside, “it’s not much, but it’s served me well.”

You held the door open for him and he stepped inside, dwarfing the small space with his height and the bulk of the beskar. It was a sight you hadn’t expected to see, and it made you giggle slightly; it somehow made the place you had called home for so long truly feel like home.

“What?” he asked with an upward lilt to his voice as he set the child down, watching him waddle around and try to explore. You leaned against the door frame and shook your head, unable to keep the grin of your face, “you’re thinking much too loudly, mesh’la.”

Mesh’la you noted, that was a new one.

“It’s just...I never thought I’d see you here,” you gestured around the modest little hut, “I wasn’t sure when I’d see you again. I wish I had more to offer, but unfortunately this is it.”

“It’s wonderful,” he said quietly as he took off his gloves and trailed them over everything he could touch as he studied everything closely. He had wondered what your space looked like, he wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but this was very much like you. Warm, inviting, and it felt like home, a sense of calm washing over him.

“I...I’m glad you’re here, Din,” you said softly as you picked up your small friend and set on a chair near the table, quickly busying yourself with finding him something to eat, “I’ve missed you.”

Your last words were a rushed whisper, barely audible to yourself, but to Din, they were loud and clear, not just due to the his modulated helmet. A warmth spread throughout him as he watched you work; it felt like no time had passed at all. Quietly, ever so gently so only you could hear, he repeated the sentiment, “I’ve missed you terribly.”

A flush spread across your face, and you were thankful that he wasn’t facing you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide your true emotions from him. He’d had years of practice when it came to reading people, and you were no exception; he was even more attuned to you than anyone else. Instead, you focused on chopping some bits of vegetables and scooping them into a bowl.

He watched you worked with such precision, and a sense of comfort settled into his bones; it was almost like a domestic dream. Maybe one day it wouldn’t be a temporary reality, but an everyday affair. He vowed to do everything in his power to make it so - maybe not next year, or even five years from now, but one day. One day was enough to make his heart content.

“Hungry?”

“Starving,” feeling like you might combust completely, you decided to focus on cutting the vegetables into small, even sized pieces to toss into some soup. If you didn’t, you were sure that the buzzing deep within you would take over and you’d lose control of all your senses and act only with emotion. You weren’t sure if you were ready to cross that bridge just yet, although you were sure you were inching slowly closer everyday.

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“Here you are, my little love,” pressing a kiss to his forehead and followed by each of his large, soft ears, you tucked the child into his makeshift bed for the night. You could tell he was trying to stay awake, but his yawns and drooping eyes gave him away, and he didn’t end up fighting too hard when wrapped him up in a few soft blankets. He cooed quietly, one hand wrapped around the metallic mythosaur as he slowly drifted to sleep.

“He’s glad to see you again,” Din had busied himself with cleaning up after the quick meal you had prepared, despite your protests that you could handle it, “he’s been missing you.”

“And just how can you tell? He doesn’t exactly speak Basic, and I’m going to go on a limb and say that he hasn’t grasped Mando’a either,” you nudged him lightly out of the way as he let out a small laugh. It was such a lovely sound, one that spoke directly to your soul.

“I can tell,” he insisted, “I know.”

“Hmm,” you mused as you washed the few dishes for maybe the last time in your small home. You wondered if you’d be back, if you’d ever get to see it again. It had become a place you loved, but your true home was wherever Din and the Child where. It was then that you realized there was one little problem, eyes glued on the bed in the corner, “umm, there’s only one bed...you can take it though. I’m sure you must be exhausted.”

“Don’t be silly, mesh’la,” he insisted softly, “it’s yours, and therefore yours to sleep in. I can rest on the floor. You’ll need sleep before we leave tomorrow.”

“Din,” you turned to him and put your hands on his shoulders stared straight into the black T of his helmet, “I insist. And technically you’re my guest so you should listen to me.”

Tugging off his worn leather gloves slowly, he set them on the counter before putting his warm, tanned hands to the sides of your face. The flush that rose up was instant, and part of you wanted to look away, but your gaze was firmly locked onto his. Instead, you brought your hands to his wrists, giving them a soft squeeze before resting them on top of his larger ones.

“I won’t do that,” you knew he wasn’t going to make you sleep on the floor; it would be a cold day in all of the hells before that happened, “but...we can share?”

“Share?” you repeated and he slowly nodded, almost as if he was trying to make sure he knew what he was saying. In reality, to most, it wasn’t that big of a deal; but with your Mandalorian, you knew just how much it meant. You dropped your gaze but quietly agreed, “we’ll share.”

You dropped your hands from his, taking a step back and moving to turn off the lamps you had scattered around the small space, shrouding the room in a veil of darkness. Taking his hand, you slowly led him towards the bed, having memorized your way through the space in darkness. After pulling back the soft blankets, you looked at him before gently reaching up and starting to unclasp his armor, slowly pulling it off his body, piece of piece, setting it down in an organized fashion near the foot of the bed.

He was silent the entire time, as you were, taking a moment to soak everything in as you relished in the intimacy of the act. For a mere outsider, this was normal, this was nothing special. But you knew how much mutual trust and respect the act required. When you were finished, you gazed up at the helmet and gave him a small nod, hoping he could see; but you knew he could through the helmet. A small part of your heart ached to take the helmet off as well, but you’d never dare - no, that would have to come from him of his own volition.

Instead, you settled for climbing in the bed and snuggled under the covers as he followed suit. You faced the wall, unsure of what to you; did you touch him? Hold him while he fell asleep, or would he hold you? Did he even want that? Or were you to remain apart, facing separate ways and not touching? The questions in your mind were almost too much, and but like Din could read them, he whispered, “c-can you see?”

The question surprised you at first, but you soon followed his line of reasoning. You felt him close to you, his body radiating his natural warmth onto you. If you’d had him next to you all those cold nights, you wouldn’t even have needed a blanket. Holding your hand up in front of your face, you checked to see how much you could actually make out; it was faint, only a silhouette, “a little. Only faint outlines.”

He was silent for a moment as a soft, modulated sigh escaped his lips, but after that he remained silent. You knew he was just contemplating his next move, but it was his to choose, and his only.

A few moments of silence passed before he spoke again, his voice, unsteady and unsure, “I...trust you, mesh’la.”

He didn’t need to expand. You knew what he was referring to. After a few beats of silence, you felt him move slowly, but you were quick to through your hand behind you and grabbed his wrist, quickly stopping him, “Din...I... can wearing a covering or, or, something. Just in case.”

He gently pulled out of your grasp and went on with removing his his helmet. You’d never seen or heard him do it before, but you instantly knew what the small hiss meant. With silent hesitation, he set the helmet on the floor, and it clinked lightly. Your breath hitched as you realized what this meant; you were sharing your bed with Din, just as he was, just him. Not the Mandalorian.

“I trust you,” his voice, pure and unfiltered was so soft, and warm, almost enough to bring tears to your eyes. You had thought it was beautiful with the helmet on, but this? This was on a whole different level, “Y/N?”

“I’m here,” you answered quickly, trying to keep your voice from cracking altogether. He scooted closer to you and with only mere inches between your bodies, your heart was racing, stomach erupting in butterflies.

“C-can I...may I...”

“Yes,” you answered as a small smile crept onto your face as you realized what he was asking. Slowly, almost timidly, he inched closer to you, until he was at your back, his body pressed against yours. You knew he’d had women before, that he’d known them intimately, but this was different. This wasn’t just about getting out carnal desires and having it be done within five minutes; no. This was gentle, sacred, personal, this was...love.

You’d never admitted it out loud to yourself before, barely even to yourself in your mind, but you just..knew. You’d always known.

Din slowly brought and arm and wrapped it around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. He was warm and...firm, but still managed to be soft at the same time, a combination that you found to be perfect. His legs found yours, and his much longer limbs quickly tangled up with yours. Putting your hand on top of his, you slowly, almost as if testing the waters, laced your fingers together, taking it so far as to bring his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his palm. He made a soft sound from behind you, mere centimetres from your ear.

Soon enough, you felt him rest his head against your back, and you were sure that you had never experienced anything better. And you laid like that for some time, breathing in sync as you tried to capture every moment as best as you could.

“I can hear your heart,” his voice was slightly muffled from how he had it pressed into the soft fabric of your tunic. You wondered if he could hear just how rapidly it was beating. Unable to stop yourself, you reached back and ran a hand gently through his hair, touching it and trying to memorize it all; how soft it was, how it seemed to have a slight curl to it, how a few pieces seemed uneven. But it was all Din, and he seemed to enjoy the touch, something that had become so foreign to him over the years, and a faint mesh’la left his lips.

“Do you hear it?” you asked softly as he clutched you tighter, almost as if he was trying to meld you into his body. Taking his hand, you brought it up higher and held it against your heart, against the strong beat you felt, “do you hear how it beats only so for you?”

Din remained silent as his throat welled up. In reality it was such a small thing, to feel the heart beat of another, but to him it was so much more. He’d felt the life leave many bodies before, he’d felt the life faint in creatures, but he’s never felt this.

"It beats for no one else like this," you whispered, almost as if speaking too loud would cause you to wake up and realize this was all a sweet dream. If this was somehow a dream, made in your mind due to the strong yearning, you hoped you would never wake up, "do you feel it? How it speaks to only you?"

Din remained silent as a stalking loth-cat as he listened to the steady rhythm of your heart, each beat like a part of a song, a song only meant for him.

Eventually he let out a slow exhale, his warm breath fanning over your cheek before he rested his face in the crook of your neck. You relished in the feel of his naked skin on your, unobstructed by the layers of armor and tradition that normally created a barrier. How soft, how human he felt, how his light stubble scraped deliciously against your skin. There was a sense of urgency to his motions almost as if he was afraid to lose you, when in reality he never would. Not if you had any say it. You closed your eyes and held onto him tightly, trying to convey your every thought and feeling flowing through your body, "I am yours."

"As I am yours," he breathed out in response, almost as if relieve was washing over him. How easily the words came out of his mouth; how truly he meant.

"Din?" you desperately wished you could roll over and face him, to grab him and claim him as yours with your touch, not just words. He mumbled a soft response, his lips ghosting over the bare skin of your shoulder, "I...I like to think you have dark eyes, the warmest of ambers, so sweet and honeyed in the sunlight. Dark hair that you've deemed unruly, that you cut but no matter what there's a few pieces that betray you, the ends curl slightly and sometimes it sticks up everywhere. Am...am I right?"

His heart panged with such a sense of warmth that he found himself dumbstruck and unable to speak for a few moments. You knew him, so well, and you'd never even truly laid eyes upon him. But you also him; you’d always seen him.

"Yes," it was soft and faint, but brought a smile to your face nonetheless. Slowly, still testing the waters he pressed his lips to your shoulder, a soft, gentle kiss, “how...did you know?”

“I just...know,” you sighed contently, wishing that you could never move, that you could remain like this forever. It was the most comforted you had ever felt; the most loved and cared for you had felt since you were just a child, “I know you’re beautiful, Din. I’ve always known that - from the day you saved me when you didn’t have to. Can...I ask you something?”

“Anything, cyar'ika,” you could feel his every movement against your bare skin, his lips soft and surprisingly delicate against your skin.

“When Jeele...decided it was time to come back for me-”

“I asked her every day if it was time,” he confessed quietly, “I came to her every afternoon. I’m sure she must have grown sick of me. But I had to know...I wanted - needed - to come with her. When she was finally ready, she found me and that was that.”

“You waited for me?” it was more a croak than anything else, and the familiar stinging had appeared at the back of your eyes, as you realized what he was saying. Din reached up and wiped away the single tear that had run down your cheek before nestling further into you.

“I waited every single day,” he promised, “and I would do it again. In every lifetime if I had to.”

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lamiasluck · 3 years

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Memento Mori, Please

(Less than two weeks left of unus annus and I wanted to celebrate the channel as a whole with a fic! I loved every moment of the channel and the community that was made around it :’) Beautiful stuff)

Unus and Annus’ moments are nearly up. They’re spending their remaining time in each other’s company to reflect. A year came and passed within a blink of an eye. So, have they used their time correctly? Have you?

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The steady ticking of the clock had become a white noise at this point. Unus and Annus had a choice way to spend their final moments. Instead of being chaotic or doing some ridiculous stunt, they talked over some tea next to a fireplace. Their set up was simple and quaint, save for the hefty hourglass that sat in the middle of the table, something that always haunted the pair.

Annus set down his mug, adjusting his suit and staring at Unus with a curious look. “You keep staring at that thing,” he started, gesturing to the hourglass. “It’s not going to slow down.”

Unus huffed out a quiet laugh. “No, no, I’m not trying to stop it. I’m just thinking to myself.” He took a long sip of his tea, eventually tearing his gaze from it.

“You better think quickly. We don’t have much time left,” he joked.

There wasn’t much sand left in the hourglass. It steadily ran down to the bottom, never faltering and impossible to stop. They had long since accepted that fact. Perhaps they accepted it as soon as they came into existence, or they fought in their early moments to try to stop the inevitable. That was a secret that would die with them.

It was hypnotizing image to look at. It made no sound, honestly, it could be forgotten in the background if one didn’t think about it. But as the grey sand slid down, it was easy to get lost in the image and forget everything else in existence. Many made that mistake, but not them. Never them.

It was silent for a moment. Some would wonder if they were wasting their time being so casual like this, but only they could control how they spent their final moments. And right now, they were having a lovely time in each other’s company.

“Should we have done something else with our time?” Unus asked. His expression wasn’t harsh, rather calm and curious for the answer.

Annus shrugged. “Does it really matter? We can’t change it.” He smiled as Unus rolled his eyes. A content sigh left him as he thought more seriously about the question. “No, I think we did what could. I wouldn’t change anything.”

“We didn’t waste a single second.”

Annus nodded. “Exactly.”

They could always have a mutual agreement to their beliefs, but it was nice to heard it. They wouldn’t have made it this far if they conflicted, after all.

“We’ve ‘died’ so much in our adventures, over and over in what seemed like an endless cycle.” Annus folded his hands on his lap, fondly shaking his head. “I think it will be nice to finally get our well deserved rest.” At least it was fun. All their hard work paid off and blossomed into a great legacy.

“Do you think they will remember us?”

“Everyone will remember bits and pieces of us. A different version of ‘us’ will be with each of them.” Remembering an entire year, day by day, perfectly seemed like a near impossible task. Best to pick and choose any favourite moments and stick with those. Annus wished he could see how people remembered him, but alas.

“Hopefully it’ll be the good versions of ‘us,’” Unus hummed in thought. Well, not like he could control that.

“Well, there will be choice decisions,” Annus snickered, “but we made choice actions.” Very infamous decisions.

To be apart in a once and a lifetime event like this, it must’ve felt touching to some. This was a bittersweet feeling to watch it go, but having it go was a part of the charm in the first place. Like some exclusive club. All those feelings of happiness, disgust, fatigue, pride, etc. At least they got to happen in the first place.

To rage against the dying of the light was to take their passing with pride. Never faltering, just like the ever ticking presence of the clock. They could mourn in their own ways, but would never try to stop the clock and it’s comforting white noise. Why try to stop the impossible? They wouldn’t have the same charm if they clung onto a concept that had an expiration. It could leave a sour taste in the mouth.

“Any more questions? Or would you like some more tea?” Annus went to refill his mug, noticing at how the hourglass was nearly done. Why, he could try to count the individual grains if he wanted, but there was no point in wasting the time.

Unus shook his head. “No to the tea, but…” he noticed the hourglass too, shaking his head and deciding to focus on his friend instead, “are you ready?”

The air became tense. Annus tore his gaze from the hourglass, bringing the mug to his lips. What would it be like to simply not exist anymore? He wouldn’t be able to feel a hot drink against his lips, hear the ticking of the clock, or see how serious Unus was being. There would be nothing. “I suppose it doesn’t matter if I’m ready. I’m lucky enough to know when I’ll go.” He set the mug down, probably for the last time given what they had now. “I think I am, though. I’ve done what I could. We’ve done what we could.”

It was quite the year, but they all made the best of it and cherished what they had. Unus and Annus had learned a lot with their time. They could only hope they taught people those same lessons. “They’ll miss us a lot.”

“With mourning comes yearning, Unus. They’ll learn to accept it. Each at their own pace and coping methods.” And each of them were valid in their ways. “It just shows that they love us.”

Unus nodded, a sad smile on his face. “I’ll miss them too.”

There was so much to say, but so little time to say it. What mattered was that they shared the same sentiment, the same heart. It didn’t matter if they had more to say. If they were able to continue, heavens knew that they would keep going on and on until they got bored. And that ending wouldn’t be satisfying. Unus stood up, motioning for Annus to do the same. He opened his arms in a silent invitation.

“Do I have to?” Annus joked. Still, he stepped closer.

“You’ll have no other opportunity.” Unus closed the gap and embraced his best friend in a comforting hug.

Annus, even with his teases, hugged back gladly with a small smile. Neither wanted to look at the hourglass. The grains fell slowly, with only a few left to cherish. They knew it was time.

“Memento Mori,” Unus muttered a familiar phrase. His grip tightened around his friend as he took a deep breath. “Unus…”

“Annus.” He relaxed greatly into the hold, closing his eyes to finally be at peace.

They didn’t get to finish their tea, like they didn’t get to finish a lot of things, but they were content to spend their last moments in each other’s arms. They disappeared just as they started; to the steady ticking of the clock.

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honeytama · 4 years

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Don’t Just Watch

Spinner (Shuichi Iguchi) X Fem!Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing fanfic, let alone smut. I’d appreciate any comments. Also, I wanted to thank @thotsforvillainrights for giving me helpful feedback on how to write this one!

Summary: You’re a camgirl and your best friend Shuichi is your trusty assistant. Viewers ask for a longer video from yourself performing a full-on sex scene, and Spinner ends up being your partner.

Warnings: Smut (18+), cussing, cumshot, double penetration, camgirl, filmed sex

Word count: 3.2k

Your side job started off as taking lewd photos for villain fetishists online for a quaint fee. After a few months of working alone, you now had your good friend Spinner help film and edit almost every one of your recent solo masturbation and role play videos for a premium porn site. The first anniversary of your channel is coming up soon.

Since becoming close to Spinner, it wasn't difficult to ask him to be your business partner as he’s such a kind-hearted guy. As the year you spent together went on, you became more and more capable of separating business and pleasure, so he eventually obliged in participating in some sexual scenes to entertain your growing audience.

In private, you love to touch yourself at how Spinner’s blushing face came out from behind the camera the first time you asked him to use his strong tongue to massage your clit as you pump yourself with a glass dildo. Or, you’d think about the few times he was charitable enough to reach out with his right hand to finger your pussy while shakily holding the camera in his other. The feelings you hold for him are mostly professional, but seeing his commitment to you after all this time only makes you yearn to have him in other ways.

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While talking over new video ideas with your partner at the empty bar, he mentions that newer followers have been leaving comments demanding for full-on sex content. With your channel open on his computer, he turns it slightly so that you can see the top comments on your most recent upload.

“Y/N’s videos always get me to come in five minutes or less, I'd love to see her do it to another hot piece of ass…?” Spinner recites. He shifts his eyes towards you to gauge your emotions before swallowing and turning back to the screen to read the next one. “Don’t get me wrong, I love watching her play with that- that uh... little pussy of hers... but watching her get railed by an actual c-cock would get me to stay,” Spinner reads. He looks up at the ceiling from the laptop on the counter in front of you, slightly blushing.

Finally, Spinner turns to look at your face and assures, “Your numbers and tips are coming in just as great as before, but that last comment had 53 likes Y/N, so maybe—.”

While Spinner was walking you through the comments, your mind flipped through the potential sexual partners you could bring into your secret world. It felt nerve-wracking to think about choosing exactly who you wanted to be in front of the camera. However, going through the list in your brain, there truly was only one option. It had to be him. You knew that the sexual experience would be something you want to go back to over and over — plus the fans would die to see the rest of the body connected to the hot tongue and thick digits they did see so often. However, once you thought about approaching your masked friend to ask for such a favor, your heart nearly beat out of your chest.

You shook your head after realizing you’d been staring at the bottles of liquor on the wall, and turned to face your friend. “I want to do it.”

“Really?” he said, raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes. He took a moment to close the laptop and turn his body to you as much as he could in the bar stool. “Y/N, you know I’d do anything for you...your channel, I mean.” Spinner closes his eyes before continuing, “So, if you really want to, then I'd like to volunteer.” I’ve wanted to go further with you since the day you first spoke my name, he thinks. Please say yes. Please.

“Shuichi… yes, I’d appreciate that so much,” you smiled. “Maybe we can call it ‘Villians’ First Time’, or something like that,” you laughed. You were so glad that he chose to speak up before you did. “I think it’ll work out well, we could easily set up a tripod.”

“I like that idea,” he replied smiling while rubbing the back of his head.

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On the day of filming, you prepare your room as usual by setting out your play outfit. Arriving at your closet, you choose to pull out a black lace bra with matching underwear and a short, white, silk cover-up that ties at the waist. Moving back to your queen-sized bed, you open the bedside drawer to take out the Stain mask you’d been keeping since joining the League. The video is about two villains sharing their first time together, so the mask could help set the scene. Maybe he would enjoy seeing me in this again, too, you thought. You choose to tie it loose around your neck as you look around the room at the lights and camera tripod you set up the night before. Hearing a knock at your bedroom door, you breathe in and out deeply before walking to open it.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets with a smile. He walks to lean on the wall by your bed like normal, “Do you want to talk about anything before starting?”

“Yeah, actually,” you say, following him from the door to sit on the edge of the bed. The hem of your cover-up pulls slightly up your plush thighs, and you catch your partner pretending he didn’t just watch it happen. “I had an idea of how we could start because the rest should come naturally right? I mean, we are both villains… and this is kind of our first time together,” you say.

“Yeah, yeah it should be fine”, he nods quickly. “I’ll be fine with whatever you do to me, uh, whatever you want, you’re the director.” He watches you with wide eyes as you stand from the bed to saunter over to stand in front of his leaning body. You smile at him while reaching to lay your hand on the center or his chest and rub soothing circles to calm his nerves.

You continue to rub up his chest towards his neck and also choose to take one of his hands into your own, “Just know I’m very excited to do this with you, okay? There’s no need to be nervous while I’m here, I promise.” I have to be brave for him, you think. Deciding to make the first move to break the ice, you lean slowly into him and kiss his lips in earnest. Spinner hums into the kiss and pulls you in by the hips. You can already feel the growing bulge in his pants and this was something you normally got to see while working together. Seeing his pants tighten as you’d put on a show in front of the camera was a pleasure, but feeling him rub against your hip sends jolts of extreme heat towards your core. Pulling away before going too far, you notice him clenching your hand tightly.

“Is this just business, Y/N? Tell me, do you actually find me attractive? I need this to be more than it looks,” Spinner admits.

He feels the same way, you yell in your head. You grab his chin and whisper, “Just like the fans, I want to know everything about you, too. Please, show me everything. I want you, Spinner— I-I’ve always wanted you.”

He watches intently as you start to grind your hip into his pants. “F-fuck… I’ll turn the camera on, we should start,” he stutters and slips from between you and the wall to quickly press record.

He hears you giggle as you rush to sit on the edge of the bed again. You pat the space next to you in front of the camera to invite him to sit. Shuichi’s muscular frame dips the cushion next to you as he sits on your right. It’s your moment to do what you’ve always wanted to.

“Let’s go slow, Y/N,” he says putting his hand in the small of your back, “we have time.” You gasp as he decides to take the chance to lean in and kiss you again. So much deeper this time. Your hand goes straight back to its place on his chest, while his free hand travels to lay on your thigh. He squeezes and massages your thigh as if to test if it was alright to move it upwards.

You nod into the kiss and test the waters yourself by pausing to drag your lips down his jaw towards the side of his neck. Shuichi breathes heavily as you start to kiss and suck his tough skin. You mewl in his ear as you feel his hand slide between your thighs, hand underneath your cover-up. His nails lightly brush against your skin.

“Lay on your back,” you softly instruct him. He nods and crawls to the head of the bed to lay down as told. Lizard's eyes stay stuck on your flowing body as you move to stand at the foot of the bed. You’re not too nervous yet, as he’s already seen you completely nude and in more humiliating positions before. However, this felt so different. Slowly pulling the silk tie at your waist, you allow the cover-up to fall off your shoulders. It’s so difficult to look Spinner in the eyes right now.

“Holy shit,” Spinner gasps. Pulling himself up onto his elbows, he says, “Y/N you look, you look really beautiful.”

You try to cover your chest again, not realizing you're being filmed for the world to see your bodies. It's just that, him laying there in front of you feels like the moment isn’t meant for anyone else to see.

You place your hands on the mattress and begin to crawl up your friend’s body, stopping to straddle his waist. Your back stood tall so that the camera and your partner could see your breasts clearly. Shuichi could not take his eyes off your chest, he could probably hear how fast your heart was beating. You took his hands and placed them on your waist.

“Please touch me, Spinner,” you plead. Your core was hovering above him, and you couldn’t wait to sit down on his hard lap. He took your permission immediately and ran his scaled hands up your stomach and waist to reach for your breasts. Both of them being massaged curiously, you couldn’t help but let out a relieved moan.

“Could I-,” he whispers. “Could I take it off, Y/N?” starting again a little louder, also realizing he was on camera. His face felt unnaturally hot as you looked down at him with dark eyes. You bite your lip hard and nod. Shuichi’s arms wrap around your bust to reach for the clasps in the back. You felt yourself instinctually lean forward at his touch, chest lightly touching the front of his face. Once he got the lace garment off, he tossed it to the side and laid back. “You’re wearing Stain’s mask around your neck like that, is it for me?” he questions shyly.

“Yeah,” you giggle, “Everything that I do- do tonight is for you. And only you.” Finally, you sit on his hard bulge while still straddling and start to roll your hips.

“Mmmph,” Spinner moans. Quickly, each one of his hands grabs a side of your hips to guide you even further up and down his lap. He loves your sweet words making him feel like the only man in the world. “Please, give me more, Y/N.”

“I love your skin. I love your handsome face. Your combative talent. Your laugh. Your hands. Everything. I’ll give you all of me soon, don’t worry,” you breathe out. “If it’s ok, I’m going to take your shirt off now,” you state. Luckily, Spinner decided not to wear the plenty of leather belts around his torso today, so it was much easier to lift up his white top and red bandana. Once you saw his face again, your heart warmed at seeing his big toothy smile.

You want the night to be about him. He gives you his all while you touch yourself and talk to a camera in front of him all the time. It’s his turn to whine for the lense. You slowly sink down his torso and throw one leg over the side of his waist so you can kneel in front of the aching tent in his trousers. Without talking, you start to grab at his button and zipper planning to pull them off and go to town. Your wrist is grabbed softly before you can even start.

“Wait, Y/N, I didn’t realize. You don’t know… what I look like. I’m kind of different,” his rough voice stuttering again.

“Spinner… Shuichi, like I said before,” you massage the large mound of hard flesh waiting for you, “I’m so excited to see all of you. I’ll make you feel so good. Would you be comfortable if I go down on you?” He nods slowly and decides to let go of your wrist. Before starting again, you lean into him and give a quick kiss to his lips. You bring both of your hands back to his zipper and pull downwards. Spinner takes control of pulling his pants and underwear down his legs and kicks them off the bed. You were kind of surprised at how fast he did it. Looking at his body in front of you made your cunt clench. It takes you having to rub your thighs together to give yourself some relief. “Wow,” you gasp, “I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” Fuck, he has two cocks, you squeal inside.

“Yeah? But I’ve seen you fill your holes with much more strange things, Y/N,” he says bravely, running his hand through your hair.

You blush hard before lightly smacking your friend’s thigh as his remark. “I bet you I could take them both, babe. First try,” you teased.

Holy shit, he thinks. I’m sure she could… Did she just call me babe? Fuck. “Then go ahead, I’m ready for you now,” he says blushing back.

You giggle again at his attempt to be strong about this. You decide to kneel in between his spread legs and grab one cock into each hand. You lean down and look at him through your lashes as you give one of his pink, throbbing cock’s tip kitten licks. The other hand pumps his second member at a medium pace.

“Yes, please keep going,” Shuichi pleads.

Going faster with your pumping hand, you then focus on your mouth’s actions. You lift off to spit on his weeping cock and then sink back down his member to take more of him in. You continue to please him, bobbing your head up and down as he gripped the sheets on his sides. He squirmed as your pumping hand moved to his tip to rub tight circles into him.

“Shiii,” he’s panting hard now, clenching his fists and eyes to try contain his moans. “I want to be inside of you, Y/N.”

You let go and pop off of his dicks to scramble up his torso again. He grabs your face to kiss you deeply and can taste himself on your tongue. Suddenly, he flips both of you over, now supporting himself above you. “The masks stay on, right?,” you giggle.

“Right,” he responds, “I want to take these off now though, is that okay?” You notice him pulling the thin fabric off of your hip, so you help him slide them down your legs before he can say anything. Spinner takes the lead by spreading your legs open wide so that he could kneel between them. Lining one of his cocks up to your entrance, he takes the other in a hand. “I know you can take both at the same time Y/N, but since you’re not warmed up…,” he pauses, pressing his cock slowly into your cunt.

You breathe in quickly as his size surprises you. “Fuuu, Spinner…,” you mewl.

He lets go of the cock outside of you to hump your inner thigh with it as he rocks his hips even more into your pussy. “Damn it, you feel so good.” He continues his motions while you moan his name. You can’t help but reach out to wrap your arms around his neck to bring him in closer. “God...You have no clue how long I’ve been waiting to do this with you,” he grunts into your ear. If the audio could pick it up, your audience would surely believe he was the best actor in the world, but all that was said today is true.

You’ve longed to hear those words. “Yes, yes, yes please keep going, fuck me, Shuichi!” you moaned out. Pulling away for a second to look into his eyes, you knew you had to ask, “C-could you put both in now?” He quickly turned your wish into reality by grasping his loose cock and slowing his pace to push the other one inside. “Ahh, oh yeah,” you both moan. “This is the most full I-I’ve ever felt,” you wince. “It feels so good!” Both of your faces contorted into different pleasured expressions as you reach your limit after some time.

“Fuck, you feel so tight, Y/N, do you want to cum?” You nod quickly at his question. Spinner spread your legs further to pump himself more deep and quick into your sopping cunt.

“Fuck, uh, you’re gonna make me cum, Spinner, please!” you yell. You felt yourself tighten completely for an instant before your whole entire body let itself go in ecstasy. You felt as if your body was on fire as your partner continued his passionate handling of you. You could hear him groan more unevenly than before, knowing his end was coming up as well.

“Y/N, could I cum on your face?” He pleaded. You nod and shift up the bed as he climbed to straddle your hips. You watched, panting from your high, as he pumps both of his cocks together quickly while hunching over. His eyes were closed, so you decided to roll out your tongue to catch anything you could. “Ok, shit, I’m gonna-,” he groans. He opens his eyes to see you beneath him staring intently with your tongue out. He gives one more pull before coming into your mouth and onto the rest of your face.

You both spend a minute riding out the heaviness you felt in your stomachs. Then, Spinner jumps up off the bed to turn off the camera and rush to your bathroom for a damp washcloth. Returning, he hands it to you like after your usual filming hours together.

“Can you do it tonight?” You ask, hopeful.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he responds softly. He takes his time to wipe your face and then moves to your thighs to clean up.

You want to show him how to do it properly, but it was sweeter to watch him fumble around with your limbs. You liked him just as he was.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it! I had no clue how to end it lol.

#my first time writing anything fanfic related #i hope it’s good :)#either way #enjoy!#spinner x reader #reader x spinner #spinner bhna #spinner mha #shuichi iguchi #mha spinner #bnha spinner #league of villians x reader #league of villians #spinner smut

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Friends With Benefits - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter 1 ~ The Beginning

Word Count : 1939

Warnings : Swearing, NSFW, Smut (this is my first time writing a little smut, I kinda just tested the waters honestly, but the upcoming chapters will have more) 18+ readers.

Summary : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing each other for sex? A tricky FWB love story, when feelings get in the way.

notes : hi everyone, here it *finally* is. A Friends with benefits to lovers fic with Keanu.

I’m sorry it took so long for me to write this, I had been putting it off because the response to this idea was so good that I didn’t want to disappoint. I’ve tweaked this so many times, but I’ve decided I just need to release it and better myself as the story continues.

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It’s a quite night on the West Coast. The month of November has always been a period of serenity in the city, as the holiday season peers around the corner. The holidays are nice, the city lights up each and every corner, decorated, gleaming and radiating a heavenly glow, much like a new bride. You’d always been an admirer of the Christmas season. Back home, Christmas brought the entire family together during the jolly time of the year. It was an absolute ball, however, you hadn’t been able to be home for the holidays in a while. Your move out to the city for work had came with some rather undesirable factors, such as constantly being away from home. To make things grimmer, you hadn’t pledged yourself to the social circle of the city yet. Sure, you had an acquaintance or two, maybe a few ladies you might go out with for a round of sangrias and bellinis once in a blue moon, but you didn’t really have a concrete set of people you admired and could call friends.

It felt real lonely in the city. Your day normally consisted of work, followed by an evening alone at home, perhaps binging the newest additions to the Netflix catalogue, or re watching an old, favourite sitcom. They reminded you of home, and simpler, better times.

Tonight had been no different. Dressing yourself in a cozy, white plush bathrobe and your favourite kitten slippers, you prepared for a relaxing evening. The week had been extremely draining, allowing you to crave indulgence in a pampering night in. Perhaps a face mask or two, maybe a glass of red accompanied with a cheese spread for one, with a nice holiday movie. Yeah, that sounded real tempting.

Propping your legs up on the jet black coffee table, you draped your beloved fleece blanket over your figure, phone in hand, ready to browse a movie to cast to the tv.

However, seems like someone else had other plans in mind tonight.

“Hey Y/N, you home?”

The blue light channelled into your eyes from the device. It was Keanu, supposedly asking about your whereabouts. You knew what he wanted right away, and you weren’t sure if you were up for it tonight.

Keanu and you had met around a year and a half ago, at a work event. You worked as a prop designer on movie sets, and he was staring in your project at the time. You became friends, slowly, but eventually. He was a nice, caring, wonderful gentlemen to be around, an absolute treat to indulge in, as an escape from the rest of the crowd you normally had to endure. You hung out a few time here and there, just as friends. Sometimes at a coffee date, to catch up on work and all things in daily endurance, or maybe you’d catch the newest flick that graced your local neighbourhood cinema. You both loved the world of film so passionately, it was nice to splurge in each others thoughts.

All that changed however, one pivotal evening. Sometimes you wish you could take that evening back, change the way things turned out. But they had already made themselves history, and as true as night turns to day. Those things defined you now, and set course for the remainder of your relationship.

On a somber evening, you had invited Keanu over for a movie night in, paired with a drink or two. Keanu wasn’t one to socialize with the mass of the crowds, he preferred to keep to himself, making company with a few selected individuals. You felt honoured to be brought into this pact of his. You reciprocated the feeling just as much.

However, as soon as Keanu entered your apartment that evening, you knew something was off. He shared a few broken laughs here and there, but he wasn’t fully engaged in convo as he normally was. He wasn’t his normal, sprightly self. You knew of Keanu’s sorrow filled, subdued past, and you knew he had his days where his demons got the best of him. You couldn’t help but relate to him sometimes, even if not on the completely same level. Truth be told, you were both lonely. You knew that, perhaps that’s why things happen the way they did.

That evening was the first time it happened, and that first time ended up converging into multiple. You were both isolated, unaccompanied, maybe that’s why things took the turn they did.

You both needed someone that night, needed to feel something that night. You don’t remember who made the first move, seemed as if both of you wanted that mutuality, that connection just as much. But the film never played that evening, and you found yourself legs wrapped around Keanu’s waist, him carrying you to your bed, hungry kisses placed on the corners of your mouth, asking entrance to dance your tongues together. His colossal hands gripping onto the delicate skin of your waist, lightly lifting the seams of your shirt in the process. They threatened to tattoo their way in, leaving behind red hand marks.

“Is this okay?” he breathily whispered into your ear, cautionary flare evident in his words.

He was positioned on top of you, both laid connected on your bed. His stocky fingers grazed the skin of your hip, lifting just enough of the fabric of your shirt to ask permission. His breath on your skin and the weight of his body on yours only made you crave him more, the yearn for his body to become with yours greater by the instance.

You nodded frantically, pulling him down by a wrap of arms around his neck, gently ruffling his long, raven hair on the back of his head.

You slightly raised your hips to allow him access to remove both your jeans and underwear. You tugged at his belt, feeling the long scar line he had on his stomach under his shirt in the process.

Once both your bottoms had been peeled off each other, Keanu pulled the covers over your bodies and turned the bedside light off. Placing a few more kisses to your lips, he snaked his hand down to touch your heat, preparing you to take him.

You almost couldn’t believe it in that moment, you felt it was wrong, like you were breaking a rule. Here he was, a man you completely admired and called one of your few friends, touching you in the most intimate place.

But you couldn’t stop it; your hazy mind fogged with lust, needing his touch more and more by the second. You need more though, and it seemed your desire for him to take you overtaking every other sense.

“I need you, now Keanu.” Your raspy voice echoed in his ears, undoubtedly providing him the assurance he needed to move ahead. He needed you as well, so much, but likewise, he couldn’t shake the feeling of doing something wrong. Using his friend.

You reach down and pump him a few times, your touch emitting a course groan escaping his mouth. With a searing kiss, you guide him into you, feeling yourself stretch around him, pulsating.

With each thrust, he buries himself deeper and deeper in you, you find yourself letting out silent wails into the crook of his neck as his hands are placed on either side of you on the bed, gripping the sheets with the sheerest of force.

You felt his cock twitch within you, letting you know he was close. In the heat of the moment, you hadn’t used protection. Needless to say, neither of you had any regardless. Perhaps, neither of you would have ever dreamed this turn of events.

The sound of skin slapping skin, and both your quiet moans and grunts filled the four walls of the shadowy, dainty room.

“Fuck, I’m close Y/N” he thrusts deeper, more meaningful, pouring himself into you.

Rolling your hips along with his thrusts, you feel your nerves pulling at your insides, your end nearing. With a particularly hard thrust, you reach your climax, tightening around him with a whimper, clawing at his back unknowingly.

You’d had sex before with other men, but nothing like this. Keanu was damn good, and his girth fit and filled you so fucking well, you swore butterflies.

He lets out a gaspy moan, muffled with praises for you. Pulling out of you near his end, Keanu jerks himself a few times before he releases himself into his hand. It was a shitty way to come, but you couldn’t risk a pregnancy, and you weren’t on the pill at the time.

You spent the remainder of the evening making love to each other, although, you didn’t think you had the right to call it that. It was just sex, unfortunately. Greif filled, draining, guilt ensuing sex. The type of sex you have when you need human connection. The next morning when the sun channeled over the horizon, you found yourself feeling sin filled, like you had completely ruined your relationship, used him for your needs. Keanu felt the same, as if he had took your vulnerability and used it to fill his own void. His own affection craving, heartsore, miserable void.

With awkward goodbyes, you went your separate ways that morning. It killed you both a little to have soiled your relationship, over something as stupid as faulty sex.

But that evening spent together sparked a new chapter in your friendship, if you even had the right to call it that anymore.

You didn’t know how, and you couldn’t justify why you found yourself at Keanu’s doorstep later that week. You almost felt ashamed, and feared what he would think. Although neither of you had said it, you assumed that evening together at your place would be the first and last time you had sex.

But it definitely wasn’t.

You were both falling too far down the rabbit hole, too obsessed with the feeling someone so fucking close. It was intimacy you both craved so much, and you were happy to find it in each other, or at least you thought.

That “first” time turned into a pathological necessity almost. You found yourselves inviting each other over to each other’s houses on evenings you need a release. Keanu would call you on set to his trailer during take breaks sometimes, for a quick rumble. You would call him to your studio for the same, just a quickie to get out the stress of the day.

You weren’t sure if Keanu took other lovers as well besides you, you really had no right to ask or be jealous. After all, your relationship wasn’t the same anymore. You were friends with benefits, after all.

You hadn’t been with anyone else other than him for the entire year you’d been meeting each other for sex. You weren’t sure you could have someone other than him. He knew so well what you wanted so well, and he genuinely cared for you as a person. He didn’t treat you like an object, and always made sure you were comfortable. An added bonus, he was dreamy, so handsome you felt yourself melt each time you saw him.

You were honored to get to connect with him on such a personal, intimate level. Maybe you wanted more. But hope was too far gone. There’s no way he wants more, why would anyone want more with their friends with benefits?

With a sigh, and slight contemplation, you typed the response.

“Yeah. What’s up?” – Y/N

“Come over?” – Keanu

“Sure. Gimmie 20.” – Y/N

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>>Chapter 2 >>

#keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #keanu reeves #keanu reeves imagine #john wick x reader

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Simplyclockwork Fic Recs

Alternate Universe/Crossovers

I am breaking my massive fic rec into pieces by genres.

Performance in a Leading Role - @madlori

Explicit. 156,714 words. 21 chapters.

Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?

A Moment’s Surrender - anchors

Mature. 64,272 words. 10 chapters.

Sherlock tours worldwide with the English National Ballet. John dances the Lindy Hop competitively all across the globe. That they would meet, then, by the slimmest of chances in one lonely city, is pure coincidence. The whole 'dancing together' bit is a little more planned. Dancer!AU.

Love or What You Will - @miss-frankenstein

Teen and Up. 31,987 words. 11 chapters.

John is an English professor who specializes in War and Post-War Literature and Sherlock is the brilliant yet impossible Ph.D. student assigned to be his TA because no one in the Chemistry Department is willing to put up with him. And - somewhere between Waugh and Plath, e-mails and takeaway, novels and villanelles - they fall in love.

Two Two One Bravo Baker - abudantlyqueer

Explicit. 114,574 words. 27 chapters.

Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John?

The Jewel in the Tower - PoppyAlexander (@fuckyeahfightlock)

Explicit. 207,079 words. 39 chapters.

"Xie [...] had invented an entire pleasure-industry by combining superior visual aesthetics with impeccable personal attention. Drasha salons were by that time a feature of any even half-decent house of repose in every pleasure district in the British Isles, but once upon a time, when Xie debuted, there had been only one, and Xie had named it: the Icehouse."

* In a contemporary dystopia, Unity is peace--despite the fact unsanctioned information, illicit currency, and every sort of danger flows unchecked in the world's pleasure districts.

John Watson, a weary hired gun, is assigned by the mysterious Mentor to investigate a subversive element lurking in the Icehouse, the world's most famous House of Repose. As accustomed as he is to dealing with the unexpected, John is nevertheless woefully unprepared to meet the gem of the Ice house, Xie, the world renowned "drashaskaya," the living work of art after which all other drashas are modeled.

In sumptuous suites, amid trailing puddles of silk and fervent whispers in the night, John soon learns that nothing is as it seems in the floating world of London's pleasure district. *

Modern-day dystopian/one-world government/espionage/geisha!lock AU

The Loss of Flesh and Soul - deuxexmycroft

Explicit. 60,000+ words. Unfinished.

Five years after John Watson puts the murderous Sherlock Holmes behind bars, a vicious copycat killer emerges. A reluctant John is pulled out of retirement to seek the expertise of the only man who can help, a man who has developed an unsettling obsession with John himself.

Crossover with Red Dragon/Silence of the Lambs

Simplyclockwork note: Not fully finished, but an alternative ending was posted. Still worth reading without a full ending.

I wake up and I wake up and you’re still dead - thisprettywren (memento/Sherlock crossover)

Mature. 24,226 words. One-shot.

Sherlock isn't the only one who's lost.

The Sinking of the Titanic: Sixty Years Later - flawedamythyst

Teen and Up. 15,340 words. One-shot.

John Watson is interviewed for a documentary being made for the sixtieth anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. The story he tells is not the one the interviewer was expecting.

The Bachelors’ Handfasting - Jberry

Explicit. 30,624 words. 20 chapters.

After her son is caught in a compromising position, Victoria Holmes must make arrangements for a quick marriage between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

Simplyclockwork note: Kilt!Lock and Soft Bab Sherlock (but of age)

Just to Hold You Close - @sussexbound

Explicit. 70,841 words. 18 chapters.

When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Summit Fever - @jbaillier

Mature. 78,867 words. 18 chapters.

After graduating from medical school, John Watson followed his heart to the Himalayas. Ten years later, he's a haunted cynic working for his ex-lover's trekking and mountaineering company. Will leading an expedition to Annapurna I — the most lethal of all the world's highest mountains — shake John out of his reverie, and who is the mystery client added to the group at the last minute?

The Last Companion - standbygo (@blogstandbygo)

Explicit. 34,101 words. 14 chapters.

Thirty years after the Miranda Wars, there is peace, both on the Rim and the Core planets. There are a number of old social mores still in place, such as the Order of Companions, but there is a sense that even such respected practices are coming to an end…

Sherlock is a Companion - the best Companion on Persephone. With a bit of detective work on the side, of course. Then he meets a man named John Watson, encounters a series of bizarre cases, and finds his world is getting turned upside down.

Simplyclockwork note: Sherlock/Firefly AU!

Out There - @discordantwords

Teen and up. 131,695 words. 10 chapters.

FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

This is a fusion with The X-Files, written for the Fall TV Season Challenge.

Say You’ll Stay With Me - justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic)

Explicit. 63,349 words. 21 chapters.

It was just supposed to be an ordinary business trip, but when John's car stalls out on Hollywood Boulevard, he meets someone who just might change his life.

Simplyclockwork note: Pretty Woman/Sherlock AU.

Gimme Shelter - @sincewhendoyoucallme-john

Explicit. 159,368 words. 21 chapters.

All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair.

That's all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition.

Apokalypsis - songlin

Mature. 12,125 words. 4 chapters.

There were things I never told you because I thought we had time. There is no time left in the world anymore.

Sensory Science - @sussexbound

Explicit. 80,017 words. 24 chapters.

John Watson has been invalided home from Afghanistan and is struggling with anxiety, depression, PTSD and insomnia, when an old friend from med school recommends something that might help: An ASMR YouTube Channel run by a friend.

One session in and John is hooked, not only by the way the ASMR seems to calm him after nightmares, and help him sleep, but also by the mysterious man who runs it.

Comparative Literature is for Idiots - lookupkate

Explicit. 8,173 words. 4 chapters.

Sherlock thinks he's very bohemian, smoking cigarettes and wearing patchouli oil and writing poetry in the attic. In truth he's just your average seventeen year old, not showering enough and being hit particularly hard by his continued path through puberty.

John is getting his masters in literature. He's the TA for comparative literature and yearns for romance. Romance has other plans, plans that require him to go without for at least ten more years. Plans that put in front of him the exact man he'll finally fall in love with, but in boy form.

When Sherlock happens to see John reading poetry at a coffee shop he is immediately smitten. John holds him at arm's length because he's a bloody child.

How will ten years and miles apart change that view, and will John be able to understand how he's fallen in love with someone he doesn't ever get to see?

Stay tuned for puberty hi jinx and the passing of time to find out. And yes, there will be love.

An Everlasting Inferno - thatawkwardfriend

Explicit. 108,389 words. 15 chapters.

Sherlock and John are both men who operate outside the law. John works for Mary and her hitmen in order to keep a roof over his head. Sherlock does anything his drug dealer asks of him in exchange for free drugs and housing.

They meet one night in a darkened garage to negotiate a deal. But they soon find out that neither of their bosses are being entirely honest with them about their goals or motives. With a little poking around, they stumble upon something much bigger than themselves and discover that perhaps, it might be in their best interests to work together.

(Loosely inspired by StartUp and Little Favour)

Only To Be With You - @sincewhendoyoucallme-john

Mature. 40,768 words. 4 chapters.

I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black.

I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

You Give Me Fever - michi_thekiller

Explicit. 16,122 words. One-shot.

Thou givest fever when we kisseth, fever with thy flaming youth Fever I'm afire; fever, yea, I burn forsooth "He's the kind of boy you want to take apart."

Gratuitous Greaserlock. It's essentially 16k of mostly-porn. Warnings for underage sex between teens.

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UrSan Headcanons!🌊

The UrMaid of Thra...

It’s probably no surprise that UrSan The Swimmer is my favorite Dark Crystak character considering how much I draw her, but I feel like many of you would like to hear my headcanons for this beautiful lass!

UrSan is a Nomadic UrRu. Constantly swimming through the various waterways and seas of Thra. Like Urgoh and UrVa, she seeks out her own path. Prefering not to stay in place for too long. Like her counterpart, she yearns to have her own independence and sense of purpose.

UrSan is Loving and kind, but not Naïve. She knows life can be cruel, but she tries to keep her spirits up. She shows compassion to others, because she knows firsthand how hard it can be when you feel isolated, alone, or nobody cares. She had been scared half to death once when someone very close to her nearly perished due to their grief.

UrSan’s voyages across the rivers, seas, swamps, and lakes of Thra have inspired many folktales and legends among the Gelfling. The Majority of them coming from the Drenchen and the Sifa. These tales can arrange from terrifying bog monsters with bright glowing eyes... Made up entirely of tangling limbs, reeds, and mud. Shambling about to take away any naughty children who may have wandered too deep into the swamps, To beautiful women who lure young Gelfing into the dark depths, or even pure-hearted sea spirits that will lead you back to shore with their songs when you’re lost at sea…

UrSan’s singing sounds like that of a whale or siren. Many Sifan folktales have their roots in hearing this elusive tune underneath their ships. Echoing beneath them with a resonating lullaby that can be heard for miles.

Ursan wears little to no clothing as to prevent drag in the water as she swims. Her long hair serves to cover up most of her body whenever she leaves the water. (Which isn’t often.) But if she must be out of the water for an extended period of time; she has a lightweight dress she wears. She’ll usually keep these dresses in hollow tree trunks along the banks of rivers where she’s known to stop and rest. She finds clothes kinda itchy and weird.

Due to all of her underwater travel, UrSan occasionally gets things stuck in her hair. Mostly Seaweed, but sometimes small animals, or sometimes even Gelfling can get trapped in her deep indigo locks! Although for that to happen is extremely rare and scary! She often lets plants that get tangled within her mane stay. Using them as a form of decoration. ((And sometimes a food source.)) Although most of the time, this is actually due to her forgetting to remove the flora in the first place! When dry, UrSan’s hair is wavy. She also has little tufts of hair that stick out of place.

UrSan Swims by using her powerful tail to propel her forward in the water. keeping her arms and legs pressed against her body. She’ll use her arms to cling onto rocks in particularly strong currents, or to assist in turning another direction.

UrSan has hidden grottoes and hideaways she stays in if she needs to rest or recover from an injury she may have gotten from her travels. Most often when noticing that her counterpart got into a particularly nasty fight. She calls these places “Sanctuaries”. These areas are scattered across the world of Thra, and are very hard to come by if you aren’t The Swimmer. UrSan knows these places by heart, and a few of them are connected by underwater tunnels. Any adventurer to stumble upon one of these sanctuaries is a lucky one indeed! As these places are full of necessities for survival, as well as rare and exotic items The Swimmer finds on her travels. She keeps these behind as mementos of previous journeys. If you’re particularly lucky, you may even stumble upon her during a period of rest. A sight very few ever see, but will always remember. As well as Sanctuaries, She also has a network of underground channels she’ll use for fast travel. Although these are more risky due to the darkness, sharp rocks, and strong currents. Here are some visuals of what I have in mind for these Sanctuaries:

(Below) An underground channel located in the claw mountains.

UrSan makes a pilgrimage back to The Valley of the Mystics once every few Trine.

On this voyage back home, she’ll bring back various things from her travels to give to her fellow UrRu. It’s not about the quantity, but the quality. Since she can’t carry too much while swimming miles upon miles back home; she’ll put a lot of thought into it. These items will often have a special meaning on how she feels about a certain individual. As well as a use. Many of these objects are not accessible in The Valley making them a heartfelt gift indeed. She keeps them in a small bag made out of fishing nets, or tied up in her hair.

She’ll stay in the valley for about a week or two before leaving. During this time, She’ll catch up with her brothers. Helping out, speaking of her travels and answering numerous questions. She will also allow her hair to be brushed, dried and braided. Decorating it with seashells that she will leave behind in The Valley from her numerous pilgrimages. As well as wearing clothing. Elaborate ones at that. (Or at least for a Mystic...) Her Robes are made from Sifan silk she found in a shipwreck that she gifted to UrUtt the Weaver, who in return created this masterful work of art. ((Clothing HC Based off of this description of her outfit!))

The two are good friends. Even though UrUtt is put off by her decision to remain nude outside of the Valley. UrSan however, is blissfully unaware of how others could find her choices inappropriate. Being completely innocent about this aspect of life.

Speaking of Relationships, Two of her closest friends are UrTih the Alchemist and UrZah the Ritual Guardian. UrTih the Alchemist is very close to UrSan. With the two of them interacting like a Big Sister and Little Brother of sorts, despite them being the same age. UrSan will spend a good part of her time back home experimenting and helping The Alchemist out with all sorts of things! Be it finding the materials he may need for potions, or asking him thousands of questions on whatever he may be working on! She also helps The Alchemist get out of his shell, as he sometimes feels anxious to speak or share his ideas with his fellow UrRu. UrTih is fond of UrSan as well. And is one of the first people to greet her upon her return. He enjoys the stories and excitement she brings to the monotony of Valley life. Even if she can get to be a too much at times. UrSan gets very excited whenever she’s around UrTih. He always has something new to say, and she admires his Creativity. She brings out a brave side of him, and he offers her kinship and a feeling of family. All and all their bond is inseparable! I heard that with the collaboration with another UrRu, UrTih is crafting a strange vessel known as a “Canoe”... UrZah the Ritual Guardian is one of UrSan’s oldest, and closest friends. Their relationship started when his facial disfigurement caused him to spiral into a depressive state where all he would do was pray, do his rituals, and go to sleep. He wouldn’t eat and barely ever drank. As he felt unworthy of it. Like he was being punished by the gods for his transgressions. He was guilty of so much; breathing and speaking hurt so bad... It had to be a punishment. Especially considering the wicked acts of his “Other Half”. UrZah was just as responsible of those atrocities as he. They are two sides of the same coin. This period happened during a time frame where UrSan’s travels were very brief. Still being titled “The Swimmer” however she was not nearly as nomadic as she is today. Only really acting as a scout as she swam around the streams in the wilderness they had camped for the night. As they were still looking for their own home. She would make sure check up on everyone at night as she held her vigil. One particularly cold night, She heard UrZah’s harsh wheezing in the distance. It sounded much more labored... So she followed the noise and saw him collapsed on the ground surrounded by various types of sands, prayer objects, and half finished symbols. Twisting about in mesmerizing patterns all across the ground. Mortified, she immediately rushed for help. A few nights later the golden haired mystic awoke to see The Swimmer, UrIm the Healer, and UrSu the Master all watching over him. She had learned that she had saved his life; but he didn’t know why or how. He was scolded harshly by the three, but UrSan stayed with him for the night as she was worried for him. She would spend the next couple unum trying to lift his spirits, giving him little reasons to go on, and making sure he was eating and drinking at least something small everyday. It took a long, long time but he got better due to her and his fellow Mystics. And for that he’s eternally grateful. When he asks her about what happened the night she found him, she only stares off into the distance. Silent. Not saying a word. But perhaps... that’s for the best. As the trine passed the two grew closer despite their long distance apart due to UrSan’s travels. Becoming better friends despite their vastly different personalities and opposing worldviews. UrSan believing in being independent and doing all that they could to make up for their past transgressions, while UrZah believes the opposite. Following the Master’s orders of staying hidden, remaining vigilant, and being patient. Praying for safety until the next great conjunction. They work together like Caramel and Sour Apples! Better with each other than without. UrZah is a stable mystic who can help keep UrSan grounded in reality. Reminding her that there is a way to things. And UrSan is someone who can help him get out of his overly strict attitude and lift him out of his all or nothing mentality. The weight of the world is not on his shoulders. And She’ll always make sure to remind him of that. Other Wandering Mystics: She has many experiences of running into UrVa the Archer, UrMa the Peacemaker, and in her younger days; UrGoh the Wanderer.

When finding one of her Dear, Fellow Travelers. She will often speak to them. Asking where they might be headed and what their plans are. Sometimes they’ll even camp together. Telling each other of their travels. Each Interaction is different depending on who she meets, but meeting another vagabond is always a fun surprise! UrMa the Peacemaker is by far the most social. As he travels the lands looking for peaceful solutions to conflicts. When the two meet they’ll be sure to play around a bit before catching up. This usually entails UrMa racing her on the riverbank as she swims by the water’s edge. Or UrSan slowly emerging out of the water creeping from behind to startle the big strong UrRu! They’ll definitely set camp together and talk until dawn. Most stories shared between the two are those of unique individuals they met. The Peacemaker telling UrSan of some of the most foolish reasons conflicts had arisen and the weirdest ways those problems were solved! In the morning UrMa will usually invite her to follow him wherever he may be headed next and as long there’s a river alongside him to follow his path, The Swimmer will accept! UrVa the Archer is someone UrSan also likes to catch up with when she can. She’ll find him most often drinking from a stream or resting in one of her secret sanctuaries. Their talks usually consist of philosophy with a bit of witty remarks and jokes sprinkled in-between. The two will also practice their physical abilities by sparring. As they are the two most active and strong UrRu. When they camp together they’ll catch fish to make into kebabs. (UrSan is extremely fond of this part) UrVa will wait patiently as he stays still and catches them with his hands in the shallows. Using his strong reflexes and knowledge of the Mystic’s rarely used martial arts. UrSan however will chase the fish around the open water like a dolphin until she catches up to one and grabs it either in her mouth or powerful arms. Sometimes quickly jumping out of the water as she chases them! Each take only what they need for the night and make sure not to waste a single bit of what was given. All life is a gift from Thra. And as they are not of Thra, they can’t take recklessly. The two will cook together, and speak of their journeys and various tales they had heard or have made up themselves. The two will sleep at their camp together, and then part ways in the morning. Wishing the best for each other on their travels. UrGoh the Wanderer is a name UrSan hasen’t heard of in hundreds of trine. She hasn’t seen him since she was young. Telling her of a vision he was given to embrace unity with their counterparts. As well as the others shunning him from the Valley due to him trying to convince the rest. But sadly, they were all too stubborn. UrSan didn’t know what to make of this. It was a very complex and ambitious task to set fourth to acomplish. She did not follow him. But she gave him a spiral shell as a memento to be safe and to keep going forward. There wasn’t much she could do, because to be honest... She was scared. There are some nights where she wonders if she should have done more, should she embrace her own half as well? And how is The Wanderer nowadays? Safe she hopes. These thoughts sometimes keep her up at night.

Scars: [MAJOR SPOILER WARNING FOR THE TIDES AND FLAMES OF THRA UNDER THE CUT] Non-Spoiler HC: She has some minor scarring from SkekSa due to the Skeksis being a swashbuckling adventurer. Of course she’s gonna get nicked from time to time. UrSan has gotten used to these. She also has piercing holes along the sides of her snout, but she doesn’t choose to wear any piercings to go with them.

When Skeksa gets her hand cut off by Tae, as we know, the same happens to UrSan. Her hand being cut clean off. Thankfully Urru have four hands in all, but this wound took a lot out of UrSan and makes turning while swimming harder. As well as gripping to rocks in areas with stronger currents. Saltwater can sometimes enter the wound. Causing a stinging sensation. She also has a bad stab wound in her abdomen and shoulder. As well as burn scars across her body. Her Fight with SkekSa also gave the two of them some deep scars.

Although her Counterpart was imprisoned inside an enchanted apeknot tree, UrSan survived into the Garthim wars. During this time she would save and hide away as many Gelfling as she could even though all seemed hopeless. She died of unknown causes during this era. Let’s just hope her efforts weren’t in vain.

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