#we're flat out told what will happen and yet we still hope

[lizaluvsthis]

Kisame

"I regret the things I did..."

Written by @lizaluvsthis

Inspiration from the song ' Kisame ' by Rhodessa

[Recommended song to listen to]

Summary- SMG4 finished his daily video and laid back down to his bed, he finds himself overthinking...

Note- Kisame in english means ceiling ^^

Chapter is only 1/1

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Pining, Angst/Self Comfort, Gay and Depression is real.

You opened this chapter and I won't say sorry once you did.

10:25 pm

SMG4 had finished editing his video, shutting off the lights and laying his back flat on the mattress.

Taking a huge breath from all the exhaustion he wasted on another brand new video, opening both of his eyes.

He began to stare at the ceiling for a while with a blank thought of his mind, trying to take a break after everything. Even how much he pushed out those problems, it kept bothering him anyway.

What was he supposed to do? SMG4 is a hard worker, to keep the fans entertained, worked out from his ass by 24/7 with every videos he'd make, he couldn't stop.

Oh, how he regretted every moment of that, how he hated himself, he could never say sorry. Even just a simple sorry was difficult enough to emphasize his own character.

What made it hard for him to apologize is that he couldn't say sorry to himself, never even forgive. He was selfish, a selfish man whose hopes are up to 'follow that dream' but he can't push all of those problems forever, he can't just forget about them because they were such a big deal when you're living.

He found it hard to accept, to live as a normal guy. He has such a big reputation to be in and yet he's stuck at some place built a castle with his name written on it.

He still has to pay, living a day in a world where you survive while time passes by... it's sad.

He wished he never existed in the first place, but what came in? Contents to make him keep alive, endless amounts of videos he'd make.

The passion he craved with, the goal he reached. He made it. What next?

What was his next goal? If he had everything to himself now, why did he feel so incomplete? Why did he feel lost? Something missing?

SMG4 knows that he'd already been miserable enough, why else would he be upset?

"We can make another!"

A memory echoed through his head, ears hearing this out from Three's voice were surreal.

Just seeing three by his side, was he actually telling the truth? Were they both really friends? Were the things he said are real? Did he ACTUALLY had that soft side that led him to open up his heart and spoke the whole thing?

Or was that all just to set him free and that none ever he said were true?

But if he did... then why else would Three help him even after and before?

If three considered him as a friend, friends always got their back. Like how Mario helped him, how every crew of his are like a family he never had.

SMG3 meant something... something special...

He was the first antagonist he met but became ex rivals with four even right after the whole "destroying your reputation" arc.

What made three change his heart of mind? What made him change his choice?

Wasn't he supposed to kill the guy- him?

Wasn't he supposed to be the evil one?

Weren't his actions to make Four's life a living hell?

Weren't all those things he did is to steal his youtube channel?

What happened to him?

Where did his old self go and whats this new him?

What took four this long to realize that three had done so much to save him? Risked his life? Literally.

He was sorry for him, sorry for everything. But he never even told him how sorry, how much of a bother, how annoyingly of a coward he was towards his feelings.

"R-remember what I said?" What did he say? What was that? What is four missing here? What did he forgot? What did he miss?

"We're friends!"

.

.

.

-ring-

.

Was that right?

.

Were they both really friends?

.

After everything they've been through?

.

.

After... he destroyed him...?

.

.

.

"Ughhhh..." he tried to cover his eyes, planting his wrist to his view. Tried to keep himself calm...

-inhale-

A deep quiet sleep...

-exhale-

A silent evening with nothing to feel bothered of...

-inhale-

Just push them all away and never bother...

-exhale-

Going...

Back...

-

Opening his eyes back again looking upon the clock...

10:31 pm

Tik...

Tok...

Tik...

Tok...

Time passes by too slow... yet too fast at the same time...

It makes you go crazy and lose your mind...

Where did I went through?

How did I get here?

Why did I ended up like this?

A mind flooded questions, unanswered thoughts. Overthinking again and again and again and over again.

Why was he thinking about Three back there?

Why did it matter to him again?

He didn't know how or why...

There is just something... a thing that he isn't sure what it's called...

Sure they're friends but are they really?

There's so many things roaming through his head, sending him mixed signals from Three's complicated doings.

He found it quite interesting and exciting but at the same time- scary.

Intrigued and fascinated by how Three could do everything better, and that he never misses. All of it... impressive...

But wasn't four more better than him from the start? Back in memewarts he kept notice that Three had tried everything... yet... he got the attention all to himself again...

"You're an -sshole smg4..."

He said that to himself... everything is pretty bad to him... why did he have to do that? When you're already full of everything and you keep bugging into their life?

Came crashing in and picking up the pieces you can't fix...?

"You're so tsundere SMG3" "NO I'M NOT! YOU BAKA!"

Another set of memory flashed to his eyes, three is a tsundere... he looked at the meaning earlier ago, was this all true?

Three? Being an actual tsundere to SMG4... everytime... he gets back to him... a possibility he had feelings for...

No... no way... there's just no way...

His heart started beating faster, warmth from his face, his cheeks and his nose turning red. Felt like his eyes were burning, how he forgot to cry...

Felt like this was the first time from him in years to ever cry after so long... he gripped the sheets from the mattress, his heart felt torn apart.

Ripped up to bits, feeling it sunken deeper, like drowning from a breathable surface. Was that all he could ever wanted? Changing for the better person?

He was gay for him? Madly inlove? A reason why he RISKED his LIFE to SAVE HIM...???

"But why...?" Time and time again, why does Four even bother? It was all from Three... he felt so stupid... so oblivious that he is now realizing Three had this feeling for him...

"I'm... I'm just so lonely... I'm so stupid..." SMG4 hugged the only pillow from his head to his chest, "SO STUPID!" almost tearing the fabric. He lets go, fear that he'd been hurting...

Left for burden...

"I..." He didn't know what to do anymore, looking down at the small rips... in a depth of staring silently...

How long had he been too busy? How long? How long did Three wanted to admit he really love him? How long did three change?

How long was he also suffering the same silence just like his? How long did he hide everything from him? Being the coldest and meanest person? Becoming soft? How long?

How long didn't he express? How long had Four been ignoring his feelings? How long didn't he just act now? How long? How long could he stay like that?

How long would he keep on doing this?

...

Well one thing is for sure...

You can't solve everything from your problems...

You just... kind of did it... beyond repair... broken...

He knows he can't hide his pain anymore... why does he still deepen it when everything is collapsing?

Everything hurts...

Even if... how many times... he kept himself in strangles with the hardest things...

He still finds Three as his other way... like a pathway guiding him to the light like how he did when he was at his darkest moments of life.

Like how he saved him for not going insane...

Thats how of a person SMG3 is...

He hated it... he loved it at the same time...

He felt safe... yet uncomfortable...

Relaxed... panic...

Sad... happy...

Home... loved... and cared...

He didn't deserve all of this... but he is still greatful to have the people he's closest to by his side. Because they'll never leave him no matter what happens.

Four is thinking negative thoughts, but now it was replaced by Three and the positive outcomes of him catching up.

"Three you... you saved me..." Twice he said it... twice... yet Three saved him a bunch of times now, he had to thank him.

"Yeah whatever" how he nearly died during the chase with mario and the notebook, three flunging him out due to the missle's point.

He almost died, and three is just.

"You're gay for me?" he remembered the past, unsure if he really admitted that he has feelings for the man in purple. He was too scared to love, the most closest people he'd been with.

Made a thought of abandonment...

If he could've done more, he wouldn't be a burden to his friends and to him...

How does he tell Three that he also liked him? That he really really loved him...?

His thoughts can never get rid of him because he was someone special.

He wasn't sure if he's worthy for his love.

Why does it always have to end up like this?

.

.

He looked at his hand touching the air, notice of his tears stopping.

It's okay... even no matter what or how many times he ignored him, because the pain they both are baring now. Are insufferable to deal to.

Just for Three...

And to himself...

To live...

The water that dripped down from his tears dried, eyes widened and understanding. His heart now wrapped and covered with warmth and joy.

He finally smiled with those soft eyes.

He hugged himself and laughed, how he loved Three, how he just overthinked everything to question his purpose and living, then to him again.

It doesn't matter anymore.

What matters is that he continued living than choosing to die, his decisions are what he points at.

No matter now, if he doesn't know how to deal with his problems? He'll find a way...

He always does...

With a final exhale, relaxing his head and shutting both of his eyes.

How he loved it...

Dying from his lifeline with just a silent scream, daring not to tell a word or two.

Three is all that matters to him in the end.

A few minutes passed by as he drifting away to sleep...

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Three however is also dealing the same problem... except it was the opposite. Crying himself to sleep...

- END -

#lizaluv #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #my art #my fic #kisame

[nyuoqi]

            — EXES ALERT ౨ৎ KTR

025 𖤐 😭cong😭ra😭tu😭la😭tions😭

✸ SYNOPSIS ! : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

604 wc, not proofread

"You bought me flowers? And a bunny plush too? " You beamed at Taerae as you stared in awe at the two items nestled in your hands. Taerae shook his head, "It's nothing. This is the least I could do to make up for my missing third date. "

You linked your arms with his and leaned up to plant a chaste kiss on his cheek before pulling away. Taerae paused, heads cloudy at your unexpected advances.

He swore his mind went all blank right here and there as he struggled to form a response at you, cheeks rosy and stuttering. Thank goodness for the thin masks you guys wore for preventing a direct skin-to-skin contact. Or he might just die of heart attack on this street!

"You— you shouldn't do things unexpectedly! " His eyes widened the higher his voice got. You only smiled cheekily and feigned innocence. "Why not? "

"Nothing. Let's get going. " His reply was short and flat. You unconsciously pouted slightly; dissatisfied that you cannot see him more flustered than he already was. Taerae, despite seeing your pout however did not wavered— not even a bit.

"You don't even know where we're going today. " You pointed out.

"Well then show me the way! "

The first stop was a Lego shop. Giselle had told you to take Taerae somewhere with his interests. And you still remember those days where he would excitedly dial your number asking if he can come over to your house and unbox his new Lego set together.

The spark in Taerae's eyes told you that you have chosen your place well. He wasted no seconds as he immediately dragged you inside to show you his current favourite Lego sets in his wishlist. "Go buy anything you want, it's on me. "

His eyes wandered around the store figuring out what he should get today. Once he found what he liked, he clasped your hand tighter in his and brought you over to the counter.

"A customised Lego? " Taerae nodded, his eyes crinkling into crescents. You had expected Taerae to pick up an expensive set, not this. "Are you sure you want this and not the dragon we saw near the entrance? " You questioned once again to make sure he was being serious but was only met with another nod.

"This way, we can customise our Lego character however we want! " His tone that resembled a kid in a candy store made it hard for you to say no. So you went along with him.

"Well there are not really any clothing that I prefer here... " You trailed off, creating a small pout on Taerae's mouth. "but I can make it work! " And there he went smiling again.

Gosh, it felt like you were babysitting a kid.

A hearty lunch and random souvenirs later, you found yourself and Taerae laughing and giggling in a photobooth machine along the way. You had taken three photostrips together already and was working on the fourth when Taerae gently called for your name.

"Yes? " You hummed and turned your head towards his after choosing the setting you wanted. "Y/n, you know how much I like you, right? "

The countdown started.

"Of course I do. I hope you know that I like you just as much. "

3,

"Then you wouldn't mind it if I were to this? "

2,

You blinked, processing his words. "Do what? "

1,

And suddenly his lips were on yours. His lips were gentle and had a few cracks. He also tasted like the hotpot you both had for lunch but you didn't mind it, as long as you get to kiss him.

He pulled away after a few seconds, the camera shuttering in the background.

"Hey so about that— hmphh— "

You cupped his cheek with one hand and pulled him back into another kiss. Unlike him who kissed you gently, you kissed him with more vigour not wanting to let him go.

Your photostrip might be ruined by now. But at the moment, you both had nothing on your minds aside from each other. And you thought that is all that matters.

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[wetcatspellcaster]

Thank you for putting into words, Rosalie’s “I was just trying to match your energy”. Because I never had such gentle words for my own experience, and now, it’ll colour my days.

On a lighter note, it was delightful you said that the latest chapter was nice and soft and us readers could take a break from angst. The more you lovingly batter up these two puppies to make a delicious cake, I am here, gorging myself on it. Like, I sometimes lie flat on my bed and contemplate what was happening in Astarion’s mind in “Party Favours” after (1) Rosalie failed to turn up at his house after coming by every day in a month (2) when Shadowheart turned up and he realised - he RAN to - and then (3) when he realised Rosalie dressed up for !! Threnn!! But not him!!

I love your writing, so so much. Wishing you the loveliest day, and for every day to be even lovelier after.

P.s. Should it be pleasing to you, I’d love to know your director’s thoughts of what was going on in Astarion’s mind in Party Favors.

Hello friend!! Thank you for your kind words :)

In response to your question -

Astarion's mindset in Party Favours, a dramatic performance.

Chapter One: oh, Foxglove wants to meet up for lunch! I haven't seen her in 6 weeks, 5 days, and 10.5 hours! time to pretend I don't care at all about her or her silly little wizardry business - ohwaitshesaidshewantstodatemeohgodohno oh wait it's a 'fake dating' situation... i see. time to pretend not to care again. i need to start shopping for suits. she likes it when i wear blue.

Chapter Two: I am going to achieve a good grade in boyfriend, something it is reasonable to want and possible to achieve. (don't have a panic attack, babygirl, you're so sexy and talented. have i mentioned i learned love languages for you?)

Chapter Three: this was my competition! this! she is both absolutely dull, and also awful. she fucking sucks! I hate her! ...I wonder if I could still poison her. I have now admitted that I bought poison with me, so Rosalie would know it was me who did it. I will wait six months, then poison her. Time to go back to getting a good grade in boyfriend.

Chapter Four: I have not been able to charm the pants of Rose, so I will charm the pants of every single one of her coworkers. I'm that bitch. oh no, wizards are hot, even when not casting counterspell. oops, kissed my girlfriend. we're not technically dating yet, but as a magistrate, i think that's mostly an administrative technicality.

Chapter Five: I've got this, I've got this, I've got this, I literally used to seduce people for a living, I've got this-

*followed by just that transition sequence from Twilight: New Moon where the months pass by Bella's window, only Astarion's wearing more eyeliner.*

Chapter Six: Shadowheart has told me Foxglove is in trouble. it's 5 weeks, 3 days, and 19hrs since I last saw her in person, 27hrs since I twitched the curtain aside and caught a glance out of my window at her while she was waiting on the doorstep, but *I'm* mostly doing this out of the kindness of my own heart. oh fuck, I hope I look hot. oh no, wizards are hot, even when not casting counterspell. why does she look sad? oh no. I forgot she was fucking stupid. time to confess my love i guess.

Chapter Seven: error 404 - Astarion not found. *horny static* *horny afterglow static* *dazed 'she said she loved me' static*

Chapter Eight: did I mention I live with my girlfriend now? Yes, we're thriving. Crops? Flourishing. Skin? Clear. Closet? Extradimensional. You fucks all wish you were me. We should get married. No, of course I'm not serious (I'm serious). ok, we'll just fuck in a closet instead. that's fine for now i guess.

#asks #lovely words from lovely people #i'm sorry if you wanted something more specific and ended up with silly... but anyway #party favours

[crystalsnow95z]

hobi with a bad cough and he’s wheezing a lot

It ended up in a really dark direction because of my headspace right now, sorry if that's not what you were hoping for. I have an awful habit of turning one suggestion into something completely different

This one got ridiculously long before i noticed how long it got, and I already cut out two whole scenes. Sorry, it's gonna break into a two parter(maybe 3?)and didn't meet your request yet..

"AHHH!" The sound of Hosoek's scream echos throughout the woods as he throws himself at the closest person, clinging to Namjoon's arm, burying his face in his shoulder.

"What? What's wrong?" Namjoon holds his frightened companion close, looking around to see what spooked him.

"Why? Why did you happen?" Yoongi jumps at the sound of Hoseok, looking at him with a worried expression.

"I saw a snake...! It ran across my foot!" Hoseok whines. "Over there!" He points to a pile of leaves that rustled with movement.

Jungkook goes to investigate, finding the culprit that terrified Hoseok, then looking in the book that staff gave them. "It's not venomous.." he confirms after looking through the pages."It says venomous snakes have a triangle shaped head. This one is totally rounded." He bends down to get a closer look."It's okay it won't hurt you."

"Well that's good for it! I still don't want it near me!" Hoseok complains. "Don't.. touch it! Just because it isn't venomous doesn't mean it won't hurt if it bites!"

Jungkook pulls away from it. "It's scared of me.." He notes with a small pout as it starts slithering away, disappearing into the grass, filming it as it moves, following it until he feels someone grab him.

"Leave it alone, Jungkook-ah. We need to keep going.." Yoongi pulls Jungkook up by his hood gently."It's okay, Hoba. Jungkookie scared it away. It's gone. We just need to find flat ground to set up our tent. Once we set up a fire, it'll keep the snakes away." Yoongi gently rubs Hoseok's arm to comfort him.

"Okay.." Hoseok keeps hold of Namjoon while they keep moving, blushing when he sees the fellow 94er smiling at him, both dimples showing. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're cute." Namjoon says simply, as if it was common sense.

"You're cute." Hoseok throws the compliment back at him, poking his dimple. It was Namjoon's turn to blush, covering his face with his palm making Hoseok giggle, filming Namjoon.

"Stop it!" Namjoon pushes the camera away. "Film yourself not me!" He whines.

Jungkook giggles, too, watching the two rappers teasing one another. He was relieved to see Hoseok calm down from his mini heart attack from their scaley neighbor.

"The lake should've been this way.." Jin murmurs, staring at the map staff gave them. "We passed the giant oak. It should've been a mile north.."

Jungkook sniffs the air, trying to find any sign of the lake. He catches a whiff of wet dead leaves despite the path they are walking on being bone dry. "I think we're going in the right direction. I smell water."

Jin trusts the mankae even though when he breathed in the forest air, he couldn't smell anything but the trees, the dusty path, and wildflowers.

"Let's keep going straight then. Maybe a mile is longer than I thought.."

"Can we swim in the lake?" Taehyung asks eyes sparkling with excitement at the thought of splashing around with his brothers."Are our self cams waterproof?"

"They are. But it's too cold today. It'll warm up tomorrow. We can swim then. Today, we can fish since we got our license. I'll show you a trick I picked up!" Jin smiles, unable to hide his own excitement. He's been looking forward to fishing with the other members since staff told them they would fish for their dinner.

"But not everyone eats fish.. what are we going to do?" Taehyung looks towards Namjoon and Jimin with worry flashing in his eyes.

"It's fine, Taetae. I can eat fish for a couple of days." Jimin comforts Taehyung, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just like you end up suffering sometimes because something we all eat is too spicy for you."

"I can deal with it, too." Namjoon tries to hide his disappointment, but his shoulders still slump at the thought, his body language giving him away.

"It's okay. We have rice and ramen, too. You guys can have my serving.." Taehyung offers Jimin and Namjoon with a warm smile. "I can't eat too much anyway. I'm preparing for filming.."

"But what if we don't catch anything?" Namjoon waves off his offer. He was well aware of Taehyung’s recent diet change because of the recent role he obtained, seeing his fitted jacket being loose on him."You need to eat your portions. I said I'm fine, Tae. Don't worry about me."

"I'm okay too. I won't take your ramen, Taehyungie." Jimin says, wrapping an arm around Taehyung fondly pressing his cheek into his soulmates. "I might take Jaykay's though."

"Sure hyung. As long as we catch some fish I'll share." Jungkook teases.

"And I can share mine too." Yoongi says, trying to sound nonchalant. "We'll be fine."

"Don't worry,we'll all share, and no one will go hungry. We've always managed before." Jin says in a soothing tone, ruffling Taehyung's hair.

"Look! I see the lake up ahead!" Jimin points to the water sparkling ahead from the sunlight reflecting off it.

"I was right! It was just farther ahead!" Jungkook smiles brightly, sprinting towards the water with child-like excitement.

"Jungkook-ah, don't run ahead! Stay with the group!" Jin runs after him."What's the hurry it's not going anywhere!" He scolds him lightly.

"We need to start fishing as soon as possible! We'll lose sunlight and we still need to find a place to pitch a tent!" Jungkook yells back to him slowing down with a pout.

"We'll break into two groups after we find a place to set up camp. We can manage to fish when it's dark, but setting up tents would be hard." Yoongi explains to the mankae calmly.

"Okay, we should probably split into groups while fishing too." Jungkook suggested, seeing the small dock through the trees.

"We'll figure that out later. Let's just find a place for our tent for now."

"This looks like a good spot." Jin walks around the small clearing, checking to see if the ground was flat enough to place their tent.

"Yeah, it's perfect." Hoseok takes off his backpack, plopping down in the grass using the lumpy bag as a pillow. "Can we rest for a bit first?" As soon as he stopped moving, he became aware of how exhausted he felt, stifling a yawn.

"I'm tired too." Taehyung places his bag next to Hoseoks, laying down next to him. Jungkook joins in, laying down and stretching in the grass next to him. "So is Jungukkie.."

"Alright, just for a little bit. Then we have to start setting up the tent and go fishing." Namjoon takes a seat next to Hoseok, hearing the soft panting of his fellow 94liner. "Are you okay, Hoba? You've been quieter today.."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night, so this hike took a lot out of me. I'll be fine after resting." Hoseok explains with another yawn"Thanks for your concern, though." He smiles, leaning on Namjoon’s shoulder.

"You don't need to thank me for that." Namjoon pushes the hair that fell into Hoseok's face behind his ear.

As soon as Hoseok got comfortable, feeling safe and warm against Namjoon's side, the exhaustion hit him even harder, his eyes already drooping closed.

"Don't fall asleep, Hope. Wait until we get the tent up. It's too cold to sleep outside. Same for you two." Namjoon scolds them lightly.

Taehyung and Jungkook were dosing off cuddled up to one another, not responding to Namjoon's voice.

"Jungkook-ah.."Jimin shook Jungkook's shoulder, but the mankae only complains with a soft grumble. "This is why I told you two not to play games all night." He smiles fondly,poking Jungkook's cheek.

"Just let them sleep for a bit. They must be exhausted to fall asleep that quickly." Yoongi says, setting up his self cam on the floor. "It's weird without having staff with us.."

"Yeah, but it's also nice.. we can turn the cameras on and off whenever we want." Namjoon turns off Hoseok's camera. "The editors are going to have fun with all this footage.."

Yoongi and Jin started on the tent,pulling out all the pieces while the others rested. Despite also being tired, the oldest members wanted to get the shelter up.

Jimin jumps up to help them. "You aren't resting, too? Hyung, you didn't even sleep on the plane."

"I'll rest once the tent is up." Yoongi answers him, him and Jin stretching out the base of the tent. "I'm fine."

"I'll help too. I'm not that tired." Jimin offers, picking up one of the corners to stretch out, the three members smoothing out the bottom.

It doesn't take long for the three members to finish the tent, Yoongi hammering the last stake into place, checking to see if the rope was tightly secure. "Finished." He wipes sweat off his brow, admiring the purple tent, their logo patterned in the fabric.

"I'll go wake up the others." Jimin offers, going up to the closest member, gently rubbing Jungkook's chest to gently pull him out of his dream. "Jungkook-ah..Jungkook-ah wake up.. we finished building the tent. If you're going to sleep more, set up your cot. The ground is too cold." Jimin coaxed the youngest member awake.

Jungkook just groans,turning over to cuddle into Taehyung’s side, head resting on the baritone vocalists' chest.

"Jungkook-ah, get up.. we still need to go fishing.." Jimin pulls him to make him sit up, holding him in place so he doesn't slump back down.

Jungkook's eyes were barely open to look at Jimin, looking through his lashes, blinking slowly. "Mm.."

Taehyung sluggishly sits up on his own, rubbing at his eyes. "What's going on?" His voice comes out as a soft husky whisper, blinking as his eyes adjust to the sunlight that shined through the tree branches.

"We finished building the tent." Jimin informs Taehyung, fluffing out the back of his hair that got flattened from his sleep, trying to fully wake his friend."We have to gather some firewood and try to catch something to eat."

"Ah, right.. Jungkookie, we need your help fishing. Wake-up." Taehyung helps Jimin pull the youngest to his feet. "Come on, Kook-ah, wake up." He lightly squeezes his cheeks between his fingers.

"'m up.. I'm up.." Jungkook yawns the words the first time, speaking clearer the next, grabbing Taehyung's hand to remove it.

The sound of the mankae line woke up J-hope, stretching out as he sat up. "I didn't mean to fall asleep.. I'm sorry, Hyung. I should've helped.".His voice comes out as a raspy whisper,clearing his throat to try to speak louder. "How long as I out?"

"No, it's okay, you weren't asleep for that long. If we needed help, we would've asked, but three was enough to get it. It wasn't hard to put together." Jin reassures J-hope, stroking his hair."There's still plenty to do. You can help once you're fully awake."

"Here, Hoba, drink some water. Your voice sounds deeper than Taes.." Namjoon unhooked his thermos full of water from his bag, offering it to J-hope, who accepts it gratefully.

He woke up with a sore throat, and the cool water soothed the discomfort. "Thanks Joon-ah. I shouldn't have let myself get scared by every snake and spider on the way here."

"Maybe this trip will help desensitize you to bugs and spiders." Namjoon teases him, helping him to his feet.

"I don't think he will. He still needs me to kill the bugs for him when he sees them in the room." Jimin joins in the playful harassment of his roommate.

Hoseok narrows his eyes at them in mock anger but couldn't stop himself from breaking into a smile. "I can give it a try."

"Let's go fish, we can gather firewood on the way back." Jimin suggests, blushing at the sound of his stomach gurgling.

"Okay, Jimin-sii." Jungkook hugs Jimin. "I'll catch you a fish and make it so tastey you’ll actually enjoy it!"

"Woah, I got a bite! Hyung help me..!" Jimin panicks when he feels the line pulling, trying to pull it in, but he got his line tangled on the reel.

"You must've given it too much slack.."Jin switches rods with Jimin, struggling to pull in the catch by pulling the line by hand.

"It must be huge!" Taehyung holds onto Jin's waist, afraid he'll fall in the water.

The seven members broke up into three groups to try to increase their chances of success, one group fishing at the docks,another a small row boat, and the last on a cliff overseeing the lake.

"I think I heard Jimin's voice.. Maybe he caught something." Yoongi says with a hopeful expression, holding his growling stomach.

Their duo was left to fish on the cliff and only caught one small fish between the two of them. When Hoseok doesn't answer him, he quickly looks over, noticing his eyes were closed."Hoba? Are you alright?"

Hoseok looks up at Yoongi after hearing his nickname coming from his lips, sleepily blinking at him. "Hm? What is it hyung?"

"You fell asleep. Are you okay?" Yoongi questions him, his brow furrowing with worry. "Woah, careful, you got a bite!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~tw drowning~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Huh? Ack!" Hoseok felt his rod being pulled violently out of nowhere, his body jerking forward. When tried to grab the edge of the cliff to steady himself, but all he got was a handful of grass, doing nothing to support him. He was already falling into the water below. "Hyung!"

"Hoseok-Ah!" Yoongi tried to grab his waist to anchor him down, but he loses his balance falling backwards. "Sh*t!" He couldn't move fast enough, only able to grip the back of his jacket catching him mid-air trying to pull him up, but he lacked the strength wincing with a moan when he feels the searing pain in his shoulder.

Hoseok let out a scream when he feels himself dangling,trying his best to sit still, refusing to open his eyes to see the water below."Please don't drop me..!" He voice comes out high pitched with fear.

Yoongi tried to pull him up, only getting him a few inches closer before the cliff started to crumble from their combined weight. I'm running out of time..the cliff can't take it..

Yoongi felt the fabric slipping from his fingers. "Hoba..I can't..Hoba hold your breath!I’ll get you" His scream echoed as Hoseok hits the water, quickly ripping off his boots and jacket, diving in after him. He'll drown.. he struggled swimming wearing a life jacket..

Hoseok squealed when he hit the water, the shock of cold numbing his body as he sank down, making it hard to move his limbs. He holds his breath as soon as he hits the water, sinking under. Sh*t it's cold..my boots are weighing me down..

Hoseok kicked his feet wildly,clawing upward towards the light, but he wasn't getting any closer to the surface. His energy ebbed quickly, feeling his heart race as he feels himself sinking again.Hyung will come.. Hyung will come..

He kept repeating to himself to keep his nerves under control. Yoongi dives down quickly, opening his eyes to look for his companion. He found it hard to move, his limbs already feeling numb.

Yoongi grabs onto him, wrapping his arm around Hobi's waist. He struggled with one arm swimming towards the surface. Hoba, please, you have to help me.. I can't do this alone..

As if Hoseok heard his thoughts, he started kicking his feet, reaching up to the surface with desperate strokes, but his head was feeling light-headed, unable to hold his breath for much longer.

No, Hoseok-ah..I have to hurry.. I took too long to get to him...

Yoongi felt panic setting in when he saw the bubbles pouring out of Hoseok's mouth, adrenaline kicking in, giving him the strength he needed to reach the surface, gasping for air."[Help..]" He called in English, but his voice came out hoarsely fearful no one could hear him. He tried to call louder. "[Help!]"

He kept a tight grip on his companion as he struggled to reach land, exhaustion weighing heavily on his body. "Hoba..hang in there.. I'll get us to safety.." Yoongi pants,trying to adjust Hoseok onto his back to keep his head above water, his own face falling underneath the surface, his mouth filling with water as he pants for air.

"[Hang on I'm coming!]" A native calls to them, but Yoongi couldn't make out what they said. It took all his focus to stay above water. Even hearing other voices gave him the hope he needed to keep struggling to the rocky walls where he heard the voices.

Yoongi sees the two men reach out his hand to him so he pushed Hoseok towards them. "[Help.. help please?]" He pleaded, sighing with relief when the two men grabbed the younger rapper by the armpits, lifting him out and carrying him to the flat surface. The older man instantly starts CPR, the other offering his hand to Yoongi.

Yoongi grabs it with both hands, the man effortlessly lifting him out of the water, his feet slipping on the rocks. "[Woah, woah i got you.]" The man gets a grip on Yoongi's arms, getting him out."What are you two doing jumping off that cliff when it's only 56 out? Are you two crazy?]"

Yoongi didn't answer,scrambling to Hoseok's eerily still body, the man pushing on his abdomen. "[My brother.. be okay?]"

"[My brothers doing the best he can.. you need to strip down before you catch your death.]" The younger man who pulled Yoongi up starts stripping the wet shirt that clung to his body, stripping off his jacket to put on Yoongi.

"Hoba..Hobi please wake up..please be okay.." Yoongi's eyes filled with tears as his rescuer tries towel drying his hair, fear catching in his throat as he watches helplessly as the man forced air into Hoseok's lungs.

Yoongi takes Hoseok's hand in his, squeezing it. I should've kept a closer eye on him. I should've known it wasn't natural for him to be so quiet even while fishing. I should've sent him to camp to rest.. then this wouldn't have happened..

"[Woah, kid you're hyperventilating. You gotta calm down..fainting won't help your brother.]" The man pats Yoongi's back, trying to soothe him,but Yoongi's focus was only on Hoseok, not caring about his own well being.

"Hoba breathe..please.." Yoongi's voice comes out as a desperate plea, tears filling the corners of his eyes.

Hoseok started coughing up mouthfuls of water, the man turning him to his side to prevent him from choking.

"Oh thank God. He's breathing.." The man says breathlessly, shoulders slumping.

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"Yo..yoon..Yoongi..where.." Hoseok bolts up, coughing up more mouthfuls of water, frantically looking around for him.

"I'm here Hoba.." Yoongi says in a choked whisper, hugging him to his chest."Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I swallowed.. so much lake..water..and I'm ex..exhausted.." Hoseok coughs out the words. "But I'm f..fine Hyung.."

"I thought I wouldn't.. be able to pull you out.. I was so scared..if they didn't hear me..." Yoongi whispers, sniffling, heart tightening at the thought. "I'm so..sorry I dropped you.."

"Its..it's okay..you.." Hoseok tried to talk, but ended up coughing up more water, his body shaking with the force of it.

"Don't talk Hoba.. here.. you're freezing.." Yoongi hugs him from behind, trying to warm him by wrapping him in the large jacket he was wearing.

"[Are you two here alone?]" The older man asks. "[Do you have family or friends?]

"[No. No.. the uhm..]" Yoongi tried to think of the words, but he was too tired to think. "[Five..five..by water..]"

"[You two go with my brother to our campsite, I'll go find your friends. What's your names? I'm Derek and this is my brother Darryl.]"

"[My name... my name is Yoongi..this is Hoseok..]" Yoongi answers, his heart sinking when he feels J-hope coughing again.

"[Not to be rude but, uhm..are they Asian too?]" Derek asks, cheeks tinting pink.

Yoongi nods,searching for his phone to show a photo, remembering he left his phone on the cliff in his jacket pocket. "[See..see phone?]"

"[Huh? Uh sure..]" Derek digs out his phone.

Yoongi types in BTS, pulling up a group photo of the group. "[Here..with them..]"

"[What?! I just yanked two BTS members from the lake?!]"

"[Hey you two! You're BTS members right?]" Derek asks Jungkook and Namjoon, reading their expessions that he guessed correct. "[I'm not trying to be creepy or anything, I was just looking for you because my brother and I saved two of you from drowning..]"

"[What? Drowning? What did they look like?]" Namjoon replies with widened eyes. "[Did you get their names?]"

Jungkook looks at Namjoon with concern when he sees him jump up to his feet. "What? What did he say?"

"[Yoo..ngi? and don't remember the other one.. sorry..]" Derek blushes in embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck.

"[It's okay. Are they okay?]" Namjoon didn't know if he could trust them, cautiously asking to see what his response would be.

"The other one, the taller one with brown hair ain't doing so good. My brother had to carry him because he was too weak, and the blonde one was holding his shoulder as we walked. I think he popped it out of place or something..]"

Hobi only just dyed his hair brown two days ago and didn't take any photos of it, and those two were together. His shirts also soaked..

"[Please take me to them.]" Namjoon says quickly, believing the man, packing up their belongings, feeling Jungkook pulling on him."Yoongi and Hobi fell in the water, and he saved them.. he's offering to take us to them." He explains to the concerned mankae.

"What? Are they okay?"Jungkook asks looking at him with his big doe eyes sparking with fear.

"I don't know. Call the others, I need to talk to him." Namjoon turns to Derek. "[I'm sorry his English isn't good, I had to explain.]"

"[No, it's okay. I'm just grateful you know English so well. My brother and I were going to the lake to do some fishing when we heard someone calling for help, so we started running towards the water...]" Derek explains how him and his brother pulled the other two rapline members from the water and how Hoseok had lost consciousness for a bit while they briskly walked through the woods where Derek and his brother set up camp.

They run when they hear Hoseok coughing, using the sound to lead them the rest of the way.

"Yoongi-yah! Hobi-hyung!" Jungkook called when he saw the bright red tent.

"[Your friends are coming. That's great news. They can get you some dry clothes..]" Darryl gently shakes Yoongi, awake. "[Wake up bud.]"

"[Friends..?]" Yoongi picks up his head sleepily, cuddled underneath a blanket in front of a heater with J-hope coughing on his chest. He looks around, noticing the tent unzipping, Namjoon and Jungkook rushing to his side.

"Jungkook-ah..Namjoon-ah.." his eyes brightened to see his teammates. "You found me.."

"Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, watching Yoongi wince when he gently moves J-hope off his chest.

"I'm fine, my shoulder just hurts..Hoba though.. he must've swallowed too much water.. he won't stop coughing. We need to get him to a hospital..." Yoongi's voice is still thick with guilt.

"No..no hospital. I'm fine.." Hoseok sits up. "I'll be fine after a good night's rest. I don't want to ruin.." J-hope stops mid-sentence, a wheezing cough interrupting him.

"No, you're not okay." Namjoon looks directly into Hoseok's eyes, his lips tightly pressed together as he looks over his friend. "You're struggling to breathe and your eyes aren't even focusing on me.."

"I'm just-"

"Don't lie to me, Hoseok-ah. I don't want your excuses." Namjoon speaks in a cold tone, coming out harsher than he intended, feeling his stomach drop when Hoseok flinched. "Ah..I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it to come out like that. You just scared the Hell out of me.."

"I'm sorry Joon..you're right..i..I just don't want to ruin the trip.. Everyone was so exci...excited.." Hoseok looks down, unable to meet Namjoon's eyes. Not when they were widened with fear and glistened with unshed tears.

"I don't care about camping anymore." Jungkook sniffles, fighting back his own emotions."I care about you getting better."

"I'll be okay Jungkook-ah..I'm just waterlogged and a little cold.."

"Where are the others?" Yoongi tries to change the subject, not wanting to talk about it.

"I was supposed to call Jin back when I got here!" Jungkook starts pulling out his phone, leaving the tent. "[Thank you for helping..]" He quickly bows to the brothers sitting outside.

"Jungkook-ah how's Yoongi and Hobi?" Jin gets right to the point. "Where are you?"

"Yoongi-hyung.. looks like he's in pain, and Hobi-hyung sounds like he caught.. pneumonia already, he keeps coughing.." Jungkook says, trying to keep his voice steady by taking deep breaths in between. "There's a pair of brothers who took ..them to th-their tent to warm up. Derek-sii said they could..stay the night if needed, or they'd help us c-carry them to our campsite."

"I'll call staff to see when they can get us. Meet me at the docks in twenty minutes?"

(Part two is coming in a few days. I'm cutting this here. I added way too much fluff, but I like it 🥺)

Edit: it's finished!

#bts sickfic #bts boys #bts fanfic #bts #bts sickie #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts jhope #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bts yoongi #bts jin #sick!hoseok #sick!hobi

[the-fandomgremlin]

Relationship: Jamie Winton x reader

Summary: Jamie is a single father you have been dating for a while now. But because you are his daughter's, Frankie, teacher you didn't tell her.

Warning: None, just fluff

Notes: Fic inspired by a discussion I had in the Bayton Babes server with @jamiewintons

"Goodbye miss!" One of your student waved goodbye to you as she ran toward her mom.

It was the end of the school day and usually you would be looking at your watch every two seconds, hoping the parents who are late to pick up their children hurry up so you could go home.

But today you were looking at your for another reason. This time the only kid that was still here was Frankie Winton, a little 7 years old whose father you were very close to.

Her father, Jamie Winton, was one of the kindest man you ever knew. You had started to date not long after the two met.

Jamie was generally on time but with him being a single dad, he often had to juggle multiple things at the same time.

"Miss?" You heard Frankie call you.

"Yes Frankie?"

"You make my daddy happy. And it makes me happy."

You stared at Frankie for a few seconds, registering what she just said. Did Jamie told her? No, that wasn't possible. Because you were Frankie's teacher the two of you had been worried it would confuse Frankie. And for that reason you had decided not to tell Frankie before you weren't her teacher anymore.

"What are you talking about Frankie?" You said, trying to keep your voice steady and calm. Maybe if you pretended you had no idea what she was talking about, she would stop talking about it. Or you would realise she was talking about something else.

"I wanted you to know that he loves you a lot!" She told you, the biggest grin on her face.

"I... Thank you Frankie." What were you even supposed to say? You agreed with Jamie not to tell her about your relationship yet but maybe he wouldn't be the best idea to lie to her and tell she was wrong.

Fortunately, before you started to dig yourself into a hole, you saw from the corner of your eye, Jamie running toward the school.

"I'm so sorry for being late. I hope I didn't let you wait for too long." Jamie told you as he hugged Frankie who'd ran toward him as soon as she saw him.

"Don't worry about it, it's alright." You gave Jamie a discreet smile which he returned.

You looked at Jamie walking away, Frankie holding his hand and telling everything that happened today at school. You couldn't wait for this weekend.

Jamie was coming to pass time at your place on Saturday as Frankie was going to see a movie with Dave, or uncle Dave as she called him.

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A few days later, Jamie and you were sitting on your couch, playing video games.

"Did you tell her?"

"What?" Jamie asked, looking away from the screen.

"Did you tell Frankie about us?"

"No. Of course, I didn't." He answered, his eyebrows frowned. "Would you like to tell her?"

"Not now? I mean I don't know. But it's not about that. Frankie told me a few days ago that she was happy that I make you happy. And that ummmm, you loved me."

Hearing you telling you this, Jamie had turned a dark red.

"She isn't wrong, but I promise you I didn't tell her anything. It doesn't suprise me that she figured out though." Jamie sighed.

"What do you mean?"

"She often seems to know everything. She always guessed what gifts or suprise I had for her. She even flat out told me I was lying to her when I mentioned Santa Claus." He chuckled. "When I..." Jamie paused for a second. "When I tried to tell her about her mom, she already knew. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make it sad."

"It's okay, sweetheart." You rubbed his shoulder, trying to reassure him. "Should we have a talk with her? If she already knows, it would be pointless to pretend we're not together."

Jamie nodded before leaning in and kissing you.

"Wait, did you say you love me?" You asked him, stopping the kiss for a second.

"I did." Jamie chuckled. "I love you Y/N, I really do."

"I love you too." You said before throwing yourself back into kissing Jamie.

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"So? How did it go?" You asked Jamie. You had decided that Jamie would first talk to her alone. A few seconds ago, your phone had rang, Jamie's name flashing on your screen.

"It went surprisingly well. She already knew that we were together and she didn't seem to mind."

"That's amazing sweetheart!"

"I thought we could go out one day with Frankie, since we don't have to it from her anymore. Maybe we could go to the restaurant? Or maybe for a walk? Or just at home?"

"All of those sounds great. I'll be happy either way. And I'm sure Frankie will be too."

And you weren't lying. From here your future with Jamie, and Frankie, seemed happy and radious.

#jamie winton #ymata #jamie winton x reader #you me and the apocalypse #jamie winton imagine #ymata imagine

[amatchinwater]

For the two part drabble thing… if you want to of course. Steo: 14 + 28 🤭

Thanks for asking, love! We're not gonna talk about the word count of what is very much not a drabble lol. But hey, I had fun with it, so I hope you enjoy <3

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“The roads aren’t safe, even for your jeep. Stay safe with Theo, please.” 

Those words were the sheriff’s warning over three hours ago. Telling Stiles and Theo- who are now stuck at the latter’s house- that a freak storm was about to hit. The roads are flooding, trees are falling in the pavement and on houses, and powerlines are snapping. It’s bad out there, Stiles can’t deny that. But he can’t shake the feeling that it has something to do with the witch that they’ve been fighting for the better part of a month. 

Yes, their packs have agreed to work together now that the Dread Doctors and the Beast have been taking care of. Stiles wasn’t exactly expecting their pack meeting to turn into just him and the Alpha chimera being alone for hours on end. Why was this the one time Stiles showed up on time? At least the power hasn’t gone out yet. 

What has, however, is Stiles’ patience. He can’t sit still for very long as it is. Being forced to stay here with his crush? It’s a recipe for disaster that he certainly didn’t sign up for. 

“Why don’t we play a game or something?”

Stiles groans, “I can’t play another round of Call of Duty. I might lose it.” No matter how good the distraction might be. 

The chimera chuckles beside him on the couch, “I meant something else.” Stiles raises his brows in interest. “How about Truth or Dare?”

Not thinking clearly on the truth side of the game, only knowing there’s only so many things Theo can dare him to do when they’re forced to stay here. Stiles grins, “Let’s do it! You go first.” 

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Stiles says to start off slow.

But the look the Alpha gives him sends a shiver down his spine. “Is it true that when we were on the hospital roof, you wanted me to kiss you?” 

Stiles’ mouth pops open and closed, floundering because he didn’t think that Theo would start off with something like that. It’s only worse because the chimera is a fucking lie detector. No matter his tricks, Theo always knows when Stiles is lying. “Yes,” he says in a small voice. “Truth or dare?” He asks quickly, not wanting to give Theo a chance to think too much on his answer. 

“Dare.” 

The human doesn’t know what to say at first. They haven’t been drinking. They’re alone. What the fuck could he possibly dare Theo that wouldn’t dig him further into the hole Theo laid out with his question? Maybe he shouldn’t be the only one under scrutiny here. “I dare you to tell me the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“What? Not gonna dare me to take my clothes off?” Theo winks and Stiles’ blush burns all the way down to his chest. “Have it your way, sweetheart.” The chimera pinches his brows in thought. “Okay, so remember when we were kids and your mom would take us to go get ice cream?” Stiles nods with a soft smile, unsure where this is going. “Well, your mom pulled me aside one day and told me how happy she was that we were friends. I said that you’re not my friend, you’re my boyfriend. She laughed, but in a nice way, and asked me ‘don’t you need to ask him first?’ I blushed so hard, but she never brought it up again.” 

Stiles doesn’t even know what to say to that. His mom never once mentioned that. Theo called him his boyfriend? “That’s not very embarrassing.”

“It was to me. Telling your mom you were my boyfriend flat out like that because I was so sure of it and then her saying that I need to ask you first?” The chimera ducks his head in a laugh. “I was mortified. Well, as mortified as a seven year old could be, I suppose. Truth or dare, sweetheart?” 

Not wanting to say it, but also not wanting to risk what Theo’s idea of a dare could be after the mention of taking his clothes off, Stiles says, “truth.” 

The Alpha puts his arm on the backrest of the couch, leaning in until Stiles is pressed into the corner. His heart is surely giving him away right now, but the human can’t keep it under control. “Tell me the truth, Stiles,” Theo drops his gaze to Stiles’ mouth, licking his own lip. “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?” The Alpha leans closer still until he’s hoovering Stiles and they’re sharing breath. 

“I-” Stiles stops himself. There’s no way out of this. Theo will know the truth if he doesn’t already. He can’t lie. He might as well admit it now. “I would kiss you back,” his voice is a whisper, his fingers curling into the cushion to prevent from reaching out for the chimera. 

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Theo says before closing the distance between their mouths. Stiles groans into the kiss, opening his mouth to allow the Alpha’s tongue to slide with his own. Fisting his hands in the chimera’s shirt when Theo puts his weight on him, settling himself between Stiles’ legs. 

Why did he ever think it wouldn’t be a good idea to tell Theo how he felt? 

Stiles has already forgotten the answer. 

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #Match Writes #thank you for asking

[therealrpalmas]

Lost and Found

A silence followed. It seemed to last for hours. Then the reply from the computer: Flash message received.

Play.

"Mercutio? From yesterday? Where are you, what happened?"

Send reply. "Landslide. Near the border." Where? She tried to recall the map, but thinking was hard. "East-southeast, from where we met. Can't move."

"Fornication. Hold on, I'm coming."

The part of her mind which was only loosely connected to reality noted that the translation matrix had improved enough to understand the curses now.

"Not much choice," she flashed back and closed her eyes. Now all she had to do was to stay alive until help arrived.

Time became unhinged. Fluid. Sometimes she thought she heard voices, but it turned out to be the sound of wind and groaning rocks. Another tremor shook the ground. Pain flared up and she moaned again.

The belt pouches were crushed. She reached for them, hoping that she could find the mini-medkit. Her grabbing hand found the pouch. She noticed dimly it felt sticky and too flat. Still, she managed to open it and grab what was inside. Pulled it out. Looked at the sad remains of the miniature autodoc. Not that she figured it would be able to do much, but at least it could apply painkillers and tell her how bad it was.

She was thirsty again. Reached for a bottle which wasn't there. It was only then that she realised her backpack hadn't come with her when she translated herself. She looked around, insofar as possible, but couldn't find it. And the bottle had remained behind as well, and had probably rolled down after the last tremor. Or when she translated and the boulder fell and rolled away. Either way, the result was the same. No water.

The wind picked up, moaning through the hills, or were they actual voices this time? She realised, very belatedly, that she still had the camo field active. Or… was it still active? Probably crushed with the rest of her gear.

No, that wasn't the wind. Definitely voices, coming closer. She tried to call out for help, but couldn't manage more than a wheeze. The arm she wanted to raise to wave at them fell back almost right away.

"There! There she is!"

And now time clicked back. Footsteps, not running this time, but moving slowly over the unstable hill, slipping and sliding, muttered curses. She forced herself to open her eyes. In the early twilight she could see silhouettes, people struggling up the hill. When they came closer she recognised the three she had seen the day before, followed by a few others she hadn't seen yet.

Marelynah dropped down next to her and exclaimed: "Oh, fornication, what happened to you?" Someone else gave a startled, horrified scream.

Before she could answer, the older man said, in a tone of exasperation. "What, her again?"

Marelynah stil sounded shocked. "Excrement, Hyrall, I told you. She really needs our help now."

"What were you doing here anyway?"

It took her two tries to croak out: "Trying to leave."

"Where is your suit? Where are your friends?"

That's right, her sluggish mind informed her, they still thought she was a larper – whatever that was. Apparently larper (larping?) was something you did with friends.as

"Gone."

"What, they ran off and left you?" That was Marelynah.

Thinking, right now, was not her strong point. How to explain the fact she was alone? "We, ah…" Breathing was getting harder. Oh please, merciful stars, not another episode.

Marelynah made a curt gesture. "Never mind that, we need to get you out."

"I am not going to call the emergency services." That was the person called Hyrall.

"No, now, wait. What if we carry her out when it's dark and we call once we're on the other side?"

"Do you really want to lift her?"

She didn't want to ask just how bad it was. Bad enough from what she picked up. Facial expressions and gestures didn't mean much to her yet, they were not so universal as people seemed to think, but she could sense the shock of their minds.

"It's either that or calling them in, no?" Maralynah snapped.

"And how do you want to carry her? We don't have a stretcher or anything." That was Hyram again.

"Blanket. Spread it out, put her on it, each of us grab a corner. Lift her out that way. By the time we make it down it'll be dark."

"Excellent way to slip and fall down yourself," Hyram commented. "You know, figure it out yourself. I'm out of here."

"Sure, excement body opening, run off and leave us." That was someone she didn't know.

"Thank you, that's exactly what I'll do." And he turned around and walked away, further uphill.

"Anybody else who wants to leave?" Marelynah asked. Nobody else apparently took her up on the offer. She took a blanket out of her backpack and spread it out.

Seeing the backpack jolted her memories. "Have you… seen mine?" Again she had to repeat it a few times before they could make out the words.

"I'll go and look for it," someone she couldn't quite see said and moved away.

"Alright, Mercutio. We'll have to move you to get you on the blanket. It'll hurt. I'm sorry."

She sighed weakly. "Go."

Someone (Marelynah?) started to lift her. Blinding pain. More darkness.

And then there were minds, lots of minds, pressing against her feeble, failing shields, people moaning, people screaming, sick people, injured people, dying people. They pressed upon her, jolting her awake, no chance to escape back into the dark. Amplifying her own pain, stacking. What how where?

Open eyes, slowly, blinding light oh merciful stars. She blinked away tears. Through them she saw Marelynah sitting next to her. She tried to speak, but no sound came out at all.

Still, Marelynah seemed to understand her. "Emergency room. Yes, it's always this bad this close to the border. There's triage, they didn't even rate you as the highest priority. You'll have to wait. I'm sorry."

She tried to look around, but Marelynah stopped her. "Try not to move. There's no saying how much damage you've already sustained with us having to drag you here and all. If you're looking for the others, they're gone. Brought you out and left. I didn't want to leave you alone, though."

"T.. thanks." She couldn't even hear herself, but Marelynah seemed to understand her anyway.

"You're welcome."  

(To be continued)

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My Light in a Dark—Twenty-Seven (Tamaki Amajiki x OFC)

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A/N: I can't believe we've made it to the end. The next chapter is an epilogue and I have a bonus chapter following it, and that is it. Thank you for those who made it this far. I hope the last two chapters (and this one) are enjoyable. Until next time!

Chapter warnings: smut and some language

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"I'm so sorry, Tama," Yuki says for the millionth time.

Since waking up in an empty bed and a sweet note from Tamaki about how he was picking up breakfast, Yuki has felt horrible for falling asleep waiting for him after getting him turned on.

"I was reading a book on my phone and fell asleep," she told him with watery eyes. Of course, Tamaki was quick to hug her and tell her he wasn't upset at all. That wasn't enough to hold back her apologies.

So after her hundredth one, Tamaki simply makes her sit on the couch, turns on the television, and leaves a sweet kiss to her forehead before walking away to start lunch. Her constant apologies don't annoy him, but he feels like she wasted her whole day apologizing.

"I'm bothering you too much, aren't I?" Yuki asks, peeking over the back of the couch toward Tamaki.

He looks at her. "Not at all. I don't want you to apologize anymore… I'm not upset. O-Or mad. You were tired, and that's… that's okay."

"But I got you all excited after you made a trip out only to come back to find me asleep."

"So? I was… fine by the time I got home."

"What if next time you wake me up, yeah? I'll be happy to help you, Tama."

The hero leans over the kitchen counter with a shaky breath.

If I keep talking, maybe he'll get riled up enough to do something. Yuki smiles innocently at Tamaki. "Better yet, why not use me however you need even if I'm still sleeping. I certainly wouldn't be upset waking up to you pleasing yourself with me."

"N-No."

She blinks. "Why not?"

His dark eyes meet her light ones. "Not when you could… think I-I'm… I'm hurting you. I don't… want you to think I'm him."

"Oh…"

Tamaki takes a minute to settle his racing thoughts. "Maybe… in the future."

"Okay, Tama," Yuki says, looking down to play with the fabric of the couch. “Do you think we could do what we were going to do last night? But… now?"

Again, he leans over the counter, hair falling over his shoulders as he settles his racing heart. The way his body is quick to react to her suggestion makes it even more embarrassing to be standing where they make food… not that he’s opposed to something happening.

"N-Now?"

Yuki nods. "Only if we're both on board for it." Tamaki can't see the way she rubs her thighs together. "Which I am." I haven't stopped wondering how last night could have gone if I hadn't fallen asleep.

"W-What about lunch?"

"Eat after?"

"In the middle o-of the day?"

"Is it not a good time?"

He shakes his head, lips forming a straight line that seem to tremble with his body. "I'm… nervous."

Quickly, Yuki gets up and speeds over to Tamaki where she hugs him from behind. She presses her cheek into his back. "Don't be. Do you prefer doing it at night? I can wait if that makes you feel more comfortable. I honestly don’t mind what time of day it is… as long as I’m with you and you only, Tama."

Only a minute goes by before Tamaki musters up a little courage to speak, still processing what his girlfriend just said. "C-Can I shower first? I need to… since I didn't this morning."

"That's okay with me," Yuki says softly, easing the excited butterflies in her belly with a calming breath. Why not join him, hm? Get past the awkwardness of him seeing you completely naked. "Can I… shower with you."

His voice cracks the first time he attempts to respond, but he manages a trembling "yes," much to Yuki's delight. 

She almost hopes he never stops getting shy when it comes to intimacy because Yuki loves having another reason to hold him out of comfort. And it lets her know she has a positive effect on him. Tamaki loves her so much to be so nervous about something as simple as showering together.

Yuki places her palms flat on his chest when she hugs him tightly before stepping away and taking his hand. "Come on," she says.

But he keeps her from moving toward the bathroom. Tamaki presses his lips to her forehead followed by her lips while his hands grip her hips. The fabric of his shirt—the one she picked to wear that day—somehow feels softer than ever. Maybe it's because Yuki's wearing it and he loves how often she wears his clothes when she comes over. And the little burst of confidence it gives him spurs his hands to lift the hem of the shirt. "C-Can I… take this off?" he asks, kissing her lips again.

Yuki's face turns a flattering shade of red as she peers up toward the lights. "It's so bright."

"I know," he says. "I… I want to see you… if you're comfortable." Tamaki leaves another kiss on her lips, his grip on her shirt loosening in case she decides she's not okay with undressing right there.

Let him, Yuki. "O-Okay. Yeah. Will you take your shirt off, too?"

The speed in which Tamaki lets go of her shirt to tug the one he's wearing over his head makes Yuki laugh. He tosses his shirt behind him, hitting a hanging pot that makes him duck when it hits another pan. Yuki laughs louder, appreciating her boyfriend's cute antics that put her at ease.

Yuki runs her hands up his bare chest, his shoulders, his neck and up to his hair where she lovingly combs it back and over one of his shoulders. "I love you so much, Tama. I'm the luckiest woman in the world."

His lips turn up, feeling good that his little blunder made her laugh. "I love you, too, firefly." Once more, his hands go back to her waist and he grips the shirt. "C-Can I?"

Yuki responds with a small nod. He is completely enamored by the pretty flush across her cheeks; by the way Yuki drags her teeth over her bottom lip as she pulls it into her mouth. He wastes no more time gingerly raising her shirt up and over her head. He tosses the shirt to the side—more graceful than before—and it leaves Yuki in a pair of his sweatpants, waist rolled downward to help them fit her frame, and a well-worn cream colored bra. Tamaki can't help smiling at how cute she looks the more she blushes under his gaze.

His hands squeeze her waist before trailing up her sides to her face where he cradles her head, leaning in to leave a few steamier kisses on her lips. Tamaki adores the feeling of her skin against his when she steps closer to him. There is no way to hide Yuki's effect on him with how close she stands, his hardness trapped between them.

Yuki lets out a brief moan, feeling Tamaki against her hip. He must have gotten riled up earlier if he's this hard already. Blindly because she refuses to part from his lips, Yuki’s hand seeks for the elastic of Tamaki's shorts before tugging them down. She giggles again when he steps out of them and kicks them aside after a bit of struggling.

Something in Tamaki ignites with her cute laugh and his kisses leave her lips for the soft skin under one of her bra straps he pulls off her shoulder. He has one intention, and that is to leave a dark purple mark there as a reminder that only he gets to have her like this. Her love is his only like his love belongs to her. The subtle glow of her skin only spurs him on.

While Tamaki marks up her flesh and she makes sweet sounds when his teeth graze those sensitive spots, he pulls her pants down her legs, giving a few squeezes to her ass because he knows she likes it—as if the little squeal Yuki lets out isn't sign enough of how much she enjoys it. Before he sheds her completely of the sweats she's wearing, he lifts her onto the counter. Tamaki pulls the sweatpants off and lets them fall to the floor as his hands trail up her calves, over her knees and across her thighs. The more naked he gets her, the more excited he is for what's to come. He doesn't bother fighting against the need to rut against her.

Yuki pulls him in closer and kisses his lips several times, arms draped over his shoulders. "I'm not opposed to having sex right here one day, but I want our first time to happen in the bedroom. After a shower, of course."

"R-Right," Tamaki says, taking a small step away from Yuki, hands going to her waist where he rubs his thumbs across her skin almost like a nervous tick. "C-Can I carry you?"

"Yeah, you can." Yuki scoots a little off the edge of the counter and tightens her arms around his shoulders. "Carry me like this, so I can still kiss you." She presses her mouth to his quickly. "And I'm okay if you touch my butt to carry me. I want you to do that." Her lips touch his cheek first and follow his jawline up to his ear.

Swiftly yet carefully, Tamaki slips his hands under Yuki's behind to pick her up. Her legs wrap around his waist and she presses herself closer, their torsos touching and her lips attaching to the side of his neck. It pauses his movements for a quick second before he carries Yuki into his bathroom. Tamaki places her on the counter, bringing her lips away from his neck so he can see the reddish purple marks forming on his skin through the mirror. He watches Yuki peer over her shoulder to look at them in the mirror, her eyes falling on the far more noticeable mark he left on her.

I'll never hide that with any of my dresses. She turns to look up at him. "Do you have a ponytail holder? I'll put your hair up for you."

Tamaki quickly pulls one off his wrist and passes it to her. He leaves a kiss on her lips and he nudges the tip of his nose against her cheek.

"Get down lower for me, Tama."

There's no missing the way his eyes darken and his lips part in surprise, but he listens, getting on his knees in front of her. He doesn't fight the need to leave kisses across her exposed thighs, eyes watching her eyelids droop from the touch.

"If you keep looking at me like that, we'll never make it to the shower," Yuki says, fingers brushing back his hair to fix it into a bun. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Tamaki. I promise to make this good for you like you've made everything good for me. Before tying the elastic around his hair, she tilts his head back to give her lips access to his forehead. "I love you."

The blush on his cheeks only enhances his tiny smile as they gaze at each other. "I love you, too."

Grinning, Yuki finishes putting his hair up, asking if it's comfortable for him.

Tamaki nods and kisses the inside of her knee. "Want… your hair up?"

"Do you have another holder for my hair?"

"Yeah," he says, opening a drawer next to them and pulling one out. Tamaki stands again, scanning her half naked form as he does. Instead of only combing his fingers through her hair, he uses his fingertips to massage her scalp. She hums out of pleasure when his fingers work the tense knots at the base of her head where her neck meets it. It's tempting to leave more marks along her throat, but Tamaki holds it together and bunches her hair up atop her head before tying it there. "You look so… so cute, Yuki," he says before kissing her nose.

"Thank you, Tama." Yuki traces around his pecs and abdomen with one finger, eyes watching the goosebumps rise across his skin for a moment. She looks up at him when runs multiple fingers through the line of hair under his belly button. "You're okay with me joining you?"

He nods, both of his hands rubbing up her thighs to hold her waist. "Are you?" 

"Yeah. I want this. I want you, Tama."

Taking a solid deep breath, Tamaki steps away and gets the shower going, the sound of water hitting tile fills the bathroom. He comes back and pulls both of Yuki's bra straps off her shoulders. "Am I okay t-to… to take this off?"

"If this comes off next, yeah," Yuki says, using a single finger to pull the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough to see dark hair peeking out.

"O-Okay."

"Oh, maybe I should take this off since the clasp isn't in the back." Yuki reaches up to the clasp between the cups of the bra. "Unless you want to try."

"N-No, you can show me… this time."

"It's really easy." She pushes one side under the other until there's a little click. Yuki lifts one side, and it slips out of the clip, leaving her bra undone but still covering her breasts. "See? Next time I'll have you try. I wear a lot of bras like this."

Tamaki timidly reaches out and presses the palm of his hand in the now exposed valley between her breasts, feeling how warm and soft her skin is there. He can feel her heartbeat and how rushed it is, much like his. Ever so slowly, he inches his hand under one cup of her bra. Tamaki can feel her watchful eyes on him, but he still pushes aside the undergarment.

Yuki feels her skin bump up from his tender touch and she can feel how the nipple under his hand is hardening the longer his fingers caress her. He makes it feel so good. I've never liked the way men have groped me in moments like this. Tama is the complete opposite. Even Kirishima manhandled them a bit too much.

Amid her thoughts, Tamaki removes the other part of her bra and continues his gentle ministrations. It's when he carefully squeezes with both hands that Yuki hums, leaning back on the counter on her hands, eyes closed and bra sliding down her arms.

Her boyfriend doesn't stop touching her, but Tamaki is curious to see her enjoying it so much when he was sure Yuki wasn't very interested in the attention to her chest.

"You make it feel so nice, Tama," she sighs, pelvis pushing against his as her back arches toward him.

"I-It hasn't… before?"

She gazes at him, eyes heavy and bottom lip swollen where she's bit it. "Never. Men are always so rough, but not you," she says with a long moan when Tamaki squeezes a little harder. Yuki is quick to open her eyes and watch his hands touch her. The sight of his large and slender hands squeezing her supple flesh is enough to have her clenching around nothing. "Ah, we need to shower quickly or I'm going to ask you to take me right now," she warns before sitting up and quickly grabbing Tamaki's underwear to pull down his legs. 

A lot happens in a few seconds. Tamaki, completely obsessed that his hands on her chest are enough to get her moaning and aching for more, is surprised when Yuki's cool hand strokes his length. Without thought, his hands squeeze tight around Yuki's breasts hard enough that she practically falls into the sink with the loudest moan he's heard since they started fooling around. But Tamaki moans and gasps with her because as she loses her balance, her grip on him tightens as well. 

"Oh, fuck," Yuki says breathlessly. "Finish undressing me and get us in that shower now, Tama."

He wastes no more time, knowing that if they explore each other any longer, they will never make it to the bed. Somehow Tamaki knew this would happen the minute Yuki asked to join him. He can't resist her and finally seeing her in all her naked glory before she steps into his shower is making it a thousand times harder to resist his carnal needs. But he knows if they speed through their shower, he'll have his moment to love Yuki in the way he's secretly dreamed of since the day she asked if they could take the next step in their relationship.

As tempting as it is to stand naked in front of each other, hands soaping up their most intimate parts, the couple keeps steady minds until both have dried their bodies, with nothing left to do except move to Tamaki's bed.

Yuki's belly flutters about when he crawls over her after grabbing the lube and a condom he bought the night before. Tamaki gazes down at her with so much love and adoration. Yuki almost squeals being on the receiving end of his affection.

She reaches up and runs her thumbs across his crimson colored cheeks. "I want no one but you, Tama," she says. "Did you know that? You're it. You're my endgame. I want you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, and I want to marry you, make a family with you, grow old with you… die with you. You took care of me when our friendship was brand new. You still… you still wanted me when I was left broken and lost." Yuki sniffles to fight back the tears pricking at the back of her eyes. "You love me in ways I never expected to deserve. I don't care what anyone thinks or says… you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me and I wouldn't do anything over again if it at all risks what we have now. I love you so so much, Tama. So much."

Words often get caught in his throat, but Tamaki pours what he can't say right at that moment into the searing and passionate kiss he presses to her lips. Their original intent temporarily forgotten, the couple melt into their kiss, lips and tongues meeting, sometimes timidly and sometimes urgently. It's as if their only needed sustenance is their lips locked together.

Tamaki follows the line of her jaw up to her ear where he nibbles on her earlobe before quietly urging words from his mouth despite the minor ache settling in his lower abdomen.

"I love… love you, too. You've helped me become a-a-a man I can be proud of. You make me feel brave a-and… and loved. I've never felt love like yours." Tamaki takes a shuddering breath and lets his forehead fall on the pillow beside her head. The sweet butterfly kisses Yuki leaves on the side of his head helps him continue admitting all the feelings she brings out of him. "I-I wanted to be close with you… like Eijiro when you needed my help, but I was so scared—I'm still scared—of how you made me feel then… how you make me feel now. I couldn't think up a name for… for our friendship… our relationship." Tamaki forces himself to look at Yuki's beautiful flushed face even though he's dying to run away from admitting his deepest thoughts. "Then you… you called me your s-soulmate. 

"I believe it, too, you know. I think I… I-I always have. There was s-something at the wedding… that made sense on that bench. You called me Tama for the first time… a-and… and I knew I loved you then."

Yuki's bottom lip juts out when silent tears spill from her eyes that Tamaki is quick to kiss and wipe away. "I felt it, too. It was stupid of me to chase after some middle school obsession that… that hurt me in horrible ways in the end. I've only ever wanted to be with you, Tama."

"We're not… going to think of that anymore… o-okay? We're here now. Just us."

Her hands press against his toned chest as she leans up toward his lips. "Will you show me how much you love me, Tamaki?"

The hero nods, returning her kiss. "Show me, too…" he mutters against her lips, one of his hands caressing every curve of her body he can reach until it makes its temporary home at the apex of her thighs. 

Ever since that night Tamaki uses the warmth of his hand to help relax and open her up, also using a single finger to tease and push into her, Yuki loves it. Mina taught him wonderful tricks to make sex as enjoyable as possible for any woman he takes to bed, the current—and hopefully last—being Yuki. She whines out his name pathetically, eager for what's to come.

Knowing that Yuki actually likes it when he gives attention to her chest, Tamaki relishes the moment his mouth attaches to her right breast, tongue and teeth working together, and a wanton moan bursts from Yuki's pink lips. She gets even louder when he gives attention to the other one and slowly pumps the tip of his middle finger into her. But he pushes it in deeper after a few shallow thrusts. Yuki's hips roll against his hand and she lets out cute gasps each time his teeth graze her skin.

Oh, I need him so bad… But instead of using her words, Yuki whines and guides his lips up to hers. All while arching up into him, one of her hands seeking the hardened appendage between them to give it proper attention.

Tamaki inhales sharply against her lips, dragging the finger he had inside her through her folds to her clit hoping to get her off before her perfect grasp around him does so for him. He gets a better idea seconds later, carefully slipping away from Yuki's touch to settle with his lips inches away from her heat.

"Can I?" he asks, warm breath fanning over her.

"Please, yes," Yuki says, eyes locking with her boyfriend's. "Please, Tama."

It's all Tamaki needs before licking a long wet stripe through her folds and enveloping her sensitive clit with his lips. He looks up at her when she grips his hair out of desperation the closer his mouth brings her to her climax.

"Feels so good," she whines, bucking into his face every time he licks or nibbles her clit. "Tama, you're so good."

As embarrassing as it is for him to receive such praise for what he enjoys doing for Yuki, Tamaki notices how her words have him moving his hips against his bed for some sort of friction. It almost makes him feel silly to be affected so badly to hump his own bed. It fuels his need to get Yuki over her threshold before he loses the little control he has to keep from releasing all over his comforter.

Two of his fingers slide into her, making her cry out from pleasure. Yuki loves the feeling of his long fingers moving in and out of her clenching walls while his tongue and lips give her all the right attention where she physically aches to feel relief. And that relief sneaks up on both of them. Yuki's whole body convulses under Tamaki and around his fingers. All his ministrations slow down so he can stare at her arched back, hands grasping at his bed, and her lips parted in a silent moan. No sounds come out until Yuki's body collapses back onto the bed and she breathes heavily, her skin's glow fading after her orgasm. Short moans escort her breathing before she sits up and brings her lips to Tamaki's, putting all of her love, lust, and gratitude into the action.

Tamaki groans softly knowing that everything he tastes, Yuki does, too, their mouths refusing to part until they're desperate for air. Their lips tear apart when Yuki's perfect hand wraps around his cock, still hard between them.

"Y-Yuki," he starts, shuddering when her palm massages circles at the head. "I-I-I won't… won't l-ast."

She pouts as she kisses up his neck to his sharp jawline. "Twice you've made me come with your mouth." Yuki indulges in licking a long stripe up the path she took seconds before with her lips. "I want to do the same for you."

"L-Later, please." Tamaki begs, forcing himself to think of anything unsexy to distract him from the beautiful woman beside him with an amazing grip on his swollen cock and her desire to have it in her mouth. "Can't… more than once."

"Okay, Tama," she coos, releasing him only to turn him to lie on his back. "Another night I'll make you feel good with my mouth." Yuki sits on his hips, legs bent on either side, rubbing herself against his length. "For now, I want you inside me. Do you want that, too?" 

The post-orgasm teasing excites Yuki while she watches her boyfriend contain himself under her. His breathing is erratic and his eyes have been closed since she sat on him, lips parted to release delicious moans into the air.

"Y-Yes," Tamaki says, nodding and stilling her hips with his hands. "You'll feel… feel so good."

Her fingers dig into his abdominal muscles when she grinds down onto him, ignoring his grip intending to stop her. "Fill me up, Tama."

"C-Condom." Tamaki lets go of one of her hips to point toward where he set down the lubricant and condom.

Humming, Yuki gets off Tamaki, reaching out to grab what they need. She doesn't sit on him when she comes back, opting to sit in between his thighs, her legs bent over his hips. It gives her a magnificent view of his cock; so good she can't help pressing her lips to the head, licking the precum off her lips after. 

Tamaki thinks it's one of the most attractive things he's watched her do. The hard limb twitches, catching her eye, so she does it a second time, followed by a kitten lick, and Tamaki groans. "P-Please…"

"Sorry, Tama. Every part of you is so pretty." Yuki opens the condom with her teeth and puts it on for him. The lube goes on next, some running down into the trimmed mass of hair at the base. "I can't get enough of you." Her hand spreads the lubricant along his length, his hips jerking ever so slightly from the attention. "I could touch you like this for hours if you'd let me."

He hums, eyes half lidded when Yuki scoots on her knees to hover over what will soon be inside her. That realization causes his concern as a loving boyfriend to burst from the haze of lust. Tamaki sits up, arms circling her waist, and he gazes up at her.

"If it hurts, stop. If… If your mind starts… taking you to-to that place… tell me. We'll stop."

I don't want to stop. I'll fight it because I want to enjoy being with my boyfriend with nothing to stop us. "Okay, Tama."

"I'm serious." And his tone shows it. "Don't… force yourself to… keep going."

"I won't. I'll be okay." Did he read my mind? It means he'll know if I'm forcing it. Yuki reaches between them—after pushing Tamaki to lie on his back again—and holds him up toward her entrance.

"Yuki."

She looks down at Tamaki's rosied cheeks. "Yeah?"

"I… love you."

Lips turning up and Quirk activating, Yuki lets go of him to give him a proper and loving kiss on his mouth. "I love you, too," she says, the end of her nose nudging his. "Forever." Another kiss. "Ready?"

An awkward chuckle escapes his parted lips. "Shouldn't… I ask you that?"

She giggles and sits back into position, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance. "Don’t worry, Tama. I want this."

His hands hold her waist, his thumbs massaging her skin. "O-Okay." Tamaki takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. "R-Ready."

Ever so carefully, Yuki seats herself on Tamaki's cock. At first it wasn't too bad, her attention drawn to the lewd moan Tamaki lets out, but all too quickly she tenses. The ache she had after her assault seems to come back and she freezes, eyes wide and palms pressed against Tamaki's abs to hold herself up. Yuki sees Tamaki below her and knows it's him entering her body, but there's that paranoid part of her brain that wonders if it's really him; that she's not trapped in a horrible memory. 

Tamaki is quick to hold her waist, keeping her steady knowing why she's frozen. It's hard to think straight with his tip barely inside her, the squeezing of her muscles around that little bit leaving Tamaki breathless. But he breaks through the lusty haze enough to help Yuki.

"I-I'm here, f-firefly," he says, fighting off the urge to push further into her. "Just me… Look… Look at m-me like before."

Yuki looks at him, her teeth catching her bottom lip when she whimpers. It'll be good as soon as you're used to the stretch. Keep going. Tamaki won't hurt you like he did. Tamaki wants you to feel good, not just himself. A little tear rolls down her cheek when she tries sinking on him a bit more.

Tamaki tries to stop her once he sees the tear, but pauses when Yuki shakes her head, taking in a deep breath. "Don't hurt yourself… please."

"I'm okay, Tama," she breathes. "I just… need a second."

Nodding, his hands knead the flesh of her waist to soothe her. He'll wait as long as he needs to. She's already taken more of him than he expected, his tip now completely encased in her warmth.

His gentle reassurance that he's there with her—although not a solution—helps to remind her she's safe. Yuki couldn't be any more secure in Tamaki's presence. The triggering pain isn't because Tamaki is purposely hurting her for his pleasure. It's the unfortunate part that sometimes comes with sex. He loves me so much to not want to hurt me.

But she still has a hard time relaxing her muscles, whimpering again when her body refuses to work with her. "Tama," Yuki whines, frustration controlling her tone. "Help."

He nods and quickly gathers up a little lube from what dripped onto him and rubs his fingers around her clit. Slow circles won't send her over the edge too quickly, but it will help ease herself onto him. Tamaki watches in awe as her body reacts to him, her hips rolling toward his fingers. The movement of her hips helps her body take him in better and smoother, her mind more focused on how good his fingers feel.

The sounds they both make, deep in their chests, when Yuki relaxes enough for him to slide the rest of the way in with no resistance would alarm anyone passing by the apartment. And there would be no denying what is going on behind Tamaki's apartment door.

Yuki's body drapes over him as she waits for the stretch of her walls to stop aching. I can't believe we finally got here. And it's not as scary or painful as I thought. Yuki rolls her hips experimentally, her breath catching in her throat feeling the head of his cock press near to her cervix. It's not so much painful as it is strange to feel.

Tamaki, on the other hand, is having a hard time keeping himself from cumming due to Yuki’s warmth and the subtle flutter of her walls that become more pronounced the more she relaxes. One hand pets her head just to keep his mind on something else. Each time she shifts her hips, Tamaki suppresses his moans, each one sounding closer to a hum.

Yuki loves to hear what sounds he makes, so she keeps moving in hopes she'll get him to let loose. With the ache of the intrusion subsiding, Yuki lifts her pelvis up, causing Tamaki to slide out of her some, and brings it back down harder than before. It certainly feels much better than the initial sit down on him, so Yuki moans with mouth open wide and face hiding against Tamaki's chest. 

Tamaki has a much harder time silencing his voice when she does that, feeling her clench so tightly around him. He doesn't want to be loud simply because he's not sure who will hear them nor does he want to sound so needy and desperate for Yuki, but the amazing feeling of his cock sheathed inside her is too good to keep silent.

Sitting back up, Yuki gasps quietly when she sinks further down on him and the head presses in a place she's never reached before. "Aha… Tama," she mutters, hands rubbing up and down his chest and abdomen. "You feel amazing."

He can't help chuckling, sending them both into soft moans from it. "I-I can say the same…" he hisses when Yuki rolls her hips again, "a-about you."

The little airy giggle she lets out that brings a slight glow to her skin makes Tamaki smile warmly at her. He has never felt luckier to have a woman like Yuki in his life. His hands grab her thighs that squeeze his hips every time she moves against him, and caresses her skin.

He's so perfect for me. Yuki quickly leans down to press her lips against his several times, filling the room with the quiet sounds of their lips meeting and parting. I never want to be with another man ever again. Not when he's my forever love. God, I love him so much.

Ever so slowly, Yuki moves to feel him slide in and out of her, rolling her hips in such a way to rub her clit against his pubic bone for more stimulation. The feeling pauses her kisses as she welcomes the tension ever so slowly growing in her abdomen, lips parted and brushing against his.

Her lack of practice in that position tires her out faster than she likes considering it was working to bring her closer to another orgasm. Yuki pouts and stares down at her blissed out boyfriend, his eyelids heavy and chest heaving from his attempts to be quiet.

"What?" he asks breathlessly as he runs his warm hands along her thighs and belly.

"Can you be on top? My stamina isn't very good right now." Yuki sighs and slumps her shoulders some. "I was getting so close, too…"

Tamaki sits up carefully and leaves some quick kisses on her collarbone up to her lips. "It's okay. I… I can switch."

"Thank you, Tama," she says after kissing him. "We'll just have to have sex more often so we won't have to switch like this."

Both of them feel how he twitches inside her. It makes Yuki giggle and Tamaki blush a bright red. He hides his face against her shoulder.

"How cute," Yuki coos, running her hands across his shoulders. His skin is so smooth and warm. "We can do this again in the morning if you want and even tomorrow night. Heck, we can do this every day, Tama."

He whines and grabs her hips before pulling out of her, laying her on her back at the foot of the bed and settling between her legs. Tamaki studies her under him, wishing her hair was free of the elastic holding it up. But he realizes he can change that and swiftly pulls her hair free to let it fan around her head. "You're… so b-beautiful, Yuki."

It's her turn to flush, altering her skin's glow to a pretty rosy pink. "Thank you, Tama." Her voice is so quiet under his loving gaze. "I'm not kidding about doing this every day either." Once again, her hands caress his shoulders, chest, and now his back. "But only if you want to, too."

Tamaki guides himself back into Yuki's heat as carefully as she sat upon him minutes before, sighing with her once he's completely encased in her warm walls. "Y-Yes," he moans lowly, thoughts of them having sex at any given time fills his head. "Whenever you… Whenever you want." He slowly pulls out only to go right back in with a little more force, pulling a gorgeous sound from her lips. Yuki's fingers grip his biceps and the feeling has him repeating the same action with a little more speed. That one makes him moan so loudly that he hides against her neck.

"Be loud, Tama," she whispers, one arm hugging his head to her while he continues to drag his cock in and out of her. "It feels good, yeah?" Yuki gasps when he hits the perfect spot inside her. "Oh, f-fu—Right there."

He hits the same spot again, watching Yuki's face contort in pure ecstasy while quiet curses fall from her mouth. So, he does it again, and she clenches so hard around him he nearly finishes right then. 

"Will… Will this be enough f-for you?" Tamaki asks, not stopping his hips but slowing them for fear of ending everything too fast. "I'm gonna… I can't—“

Yuki lifts her head to kiss Tamaki as she brings her hand between them. "You've been so good to me so many times, Tama." Her breath gets heavy when her fingers massage her clitoris. "Do what you, ah, what you need to do, okay? Don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?" He almost comes to a stop.

"I'm sure. Make yourself feel good using me."

Tamaki stops completely and stares at her seriously. "You're… not something to be-to be used. I feel good when… when you feel good. Don't think of yourself like that."

Yuki's eyes widen as her chest aches from the raw adoration she feels for Tamaki after he speaks so definitively about her value. It brings grateful tears to her eyes.

"I love you so much, Tamaki," she cries before joining their lips in a watery kiss. There's no one perfect for me like this wonderful man is.

Between kisses, Tamaki mutters out how much he loves her and makes it his goal to remind her he's not doing any of this for his own pleasure. It's all because of his deeply rooted love for her. Soon after, Tamaki resumes making love to her—a new gentleness about him. 

With his deep thrusts and Yuki's attention to her clit, she comes undone with a quiet whine, a brighter glow, and a few more tears seeping from her closed eyes.

Tamaki soon follows her, his moan much louder and his body practically shaking as he fills up the condom. But as soon as he has his wits about him, Tamaki showers Yuki's face with butterfly kisses as she weeps under him. Her lips refuse to utter anything except her love for him and it warms his heart to hear Yuki's feelings in such a raw form after an emotional, physical action.

"Don't cry, Yuki…" he says, wiping away her tears. "I love you… forever."

Yuki cries harder, nodding and wrapping her arms around his shoulders to cry into his neck. Her heart could burst from the love settled there. 

He's the beginning of my future and will always be my endgame… Tamaki Amajiki. Love of my life. Soulmate. Mine.

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Tamaki and Yuki are inseparable the months following. Their friends aren't oblivious to their new and highly active sex life, they're simply amazed by how much closer it's made the couple. It even has Bakugou watching their interactions curiously when Kirishima invites them over for more movie nights.

Yuki puts together a plate with several pizza slices for her to share with Tamaki during the movie of the night. Even the way she arranges the slices is a testament of her love, each slice compiled in such a way for them to eat together with no hassle. The florist smiles to herself.

"Hey, glowstick."

Yuki turns to see Bakugou walking toward her, arms crossed and face neutral. "Looking for more pizza, Bakugou?"

He shakes his head. "You seem really happy." Normally, he doesn't care much about if she's happy or not, but guilt for not pushing her away from Seto that day at the store ate at him for too long for him to not care about her now.

"I am," she says. "I'm spending time with my favorite people."

"No, I mean, you're more like yourself except… brighter."

"Am I glowing too much again?"

He growls under his breath. "That's not what I fucking mean. Tch. Amajiki."

"What about him?"

"He's why you're all shiny and shit."

Yuki looks toward her boyfriend who is getting flustered over Kirishima and Mina teasing him. "I think that's a good observation, Bakugou. He makes me happy."

"Good. I'd hate to kick his ass because he treats you like the last douchebag."

"He would never," she says smiling. "Tama is one of the good ones."

Bakugou watches her gaze at her boyfriend with the most genuine love in her eyes. He's never even seen Deku look at Uraka that way. His lips turn up a little. "I better not find out you two broke up or something. I'll kick both your asses. He's good for you. I think you're good for him, too."

"That means a lot to hear you say that. But don't worry. I don't see us breaking up anytime soon." Yuki tucks some of her hair behind her ear, flashing the little diamond ring on her left hand. Her sly smile actually makes Bakugou chuckle.

"Congrats. You better tell the others soon or it'll be hell if one of them finds out during the movie."

"Don't worry. We’ll tell them soon enough."

"Fucking hell," Bakugou sighs with a roll of his eyes as Yuki meanders back to her seat on Tamaki's lap. PDA is not his thing, but he can't deny that Yuki and Tamaki are pretty cute when they shyly kiss each other before someone notices.

"Bakugou knows," Yuki whispers to Tamaki, holding a piece of pizza to his lips for him to take a bite. She takes her bite after. 

He blinks. "Really?"

"Yup. He was worried we'd break up in the future, so I reassured him that will not happen."

"Do you… want to tell them?"

"Later," she says, kissing his lips before feeding him another bite of pizza. "I kinda like the idea of them finding out on their own. Or us saying something only an engaged couple would say and they catch on."

Tamaki smiles at her. "You're cute."

"No, you're way cuter," she counters, munching on another bite of pizza. "Well, handsome and adorable and sexy and—“

"Stop," he whines, hiding the lower half of his face under the collar of his shirt.

A giggle. "Okay, Tama. Ooh! Maybe I should start calling you 'hubby' to get some practice in."

"Oh… I don't know if I can handle that… right now."

"All the more reason to use it, hubby."

Right as Bakugou complains they need to start the movie so he can go to bed on time, Mina suddenly screams, scaring the entire room.

"What the hell, pinky?" Bakugou scowls. "We're inside."

"What is that?!" Mina asks.

Kirishima looks around. "What is what?"

"That!"

Yuki and Tamaki freeze just as every set of eyes follow Mina's pointed finger to the sparkling ring on Yuki's hand.

"Is that… a ring?!"

Yuki glances down at her hand resting on Tamaki's leg and indeed sees the ring she's been obsessed over since Tamaki gave it to her. "Um, yeah. It's a ring."

Now Kirishima's interest is piqued. "Is it an engagement ring by chance?"

"Possibly."

Mina suddenly grabs Yuki's hand, Tamaki having to save the pizza from toppling onto the floor, and coos over it. "Is it purple?!"

Yuki feels her Quirk activate. "Yeah… The color of my eyes."

"Oh,my God! That's the cutest thing I've ever seen! You're really getting married?!"

"Yeah, we are," Yuki says, smiling up at her fiancé.

The pink hero squeals and practically shouts out her excitement for the wedding.

"How did you ask, Tamaki?" Kirishima asks once Mina settles down.

The couple blush profusely from his question. 

"Oh, um… well…"

To tell their friends Tamaki proposed after an experimental night in bed—influenced by the movie My Big Fat Greek Wedding they watched earlier the day he asked—might be a little too much to share. So, Yuki tries to word it in such a way that doesn't quite hint at how it happened.

"So, you fucked each other, and he asked," Bakugou smirks. "Didn't think Amajiki had it in him."

Tamaki feels like dying is a better alternative to that moment with how hot his head feels. And Yuki's failed attempts to deter the conversation from the details of their sex life is not helping.

"I think it's sweet," Mina says. "To be cuddling after sharing so much passion and Amajiki couldn't fight back the urge to ask her to be his forever anymore. He asked, she said yes, and they couldn't stop themselves from round two."

Did she… spy on us? "More like round three."

Tamaki groans. Bakugou grumbles about going to bed. Kirishima nods in approval. Mina claps her hands joyfully.

"Are those tips I gave you working well then, Amajiki?"

"What?" Kirishima says. "You gave Tamaki tips?"

"Yeah. It was years ago. I was helping the guy out and if I recall anything from that night, Yuki's getting fully satisfied. Especially if he's using what I taught him."

"Tamaki is great," Yuki assures, patting his arm and smiling sweetly at him. "I'm very excited to start a new life with him."

Mina sighs adoringly. "When's the wedding?"

At that point, Bakugou mumbles curses and goes upstairs to crash in Kirishima's spare room. There's no hope for a movie anymore.

"Um, next autumn, I think." Yuki looks to Tamaki for confirmation. "It'll give us a year to get things sorted out with my shop and where we plan on living."

Kirishima smiles. "Are you gonna move the shop to a new building?"

"Yeah. Tama helped me find a building for sale halfway between the current location and his apartment. It needs some work to fit my needs, but it's big enough to give me the opportunity to teach aspiring florists." Yuki kisses Tamaki's red cheek and gazes at him with a smile. "I have the best future husband I could ask for."

"You're so cute!" Mina squeals. "If you need help with anything, please let me know. Wedding stuff, shop stuff, moving… anything."

"Same for me. I'm thrilled for you guys," Kirishima says.

The couple look back at each other with their lips turned up. Tamaki places his hand over her ringed one and slides his fingers between hers while Yuki's glow brightens.

Yuki sighs contentedly. "So are we." So are we…

#tamaki amajiki #Tamaki Amajiki x ofc #original female character #ofc #original character #oc #original male character #omc #mha #my hero academia #mha fanfiction #boku no hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #angst #fluff #mature #tamaki amajiki fanfiction #my hero academia fanfiction #eventual smut #smut

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one of the things about tbdate is that nearly every single person who reads the book has this idea that they’ll survive, this ability to look at a story and be told how it ends and somehow not believe it just because you don’t want it to be true. And I think that's partially created by the popular media we see now and how all our stories have our favorite characters making it through and finding loopholes, enough of them that it seemed impossible Mateo and Rufus would be anything but the same. The impact of this book couldn’t exist without the precedent set by nearly every other book on the market to deviate from. I just have so many thoughts

#have I talked about tbdate on this blog before? I don't think so #but. I love it so much #not just the story but the /structure/ of the story #the web #oh its my favorite part #I haven't read a book that's given me the same serotonin as when another character's spot in the web is revealed #and the ending... #its like a universal experience to not believe they'll both die #and it's fascinating #we're flat out told what will happen and yet we still hope #resist it #tbdate #they both die at the end

[dysfunctionalmaki]

To Remember

Previous part: To Realize

Main Masterlist

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader

Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.

Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.

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You wake up alert and on your guard when you feel someone touching you, and manage to calm your nerves as soon as seeing the redhead and pair of green eyes looking at you. "God, I thought you were dead," Natasha says before sighing.

"Well, obviously, I am pretty much alive." You retort, yet the worry and concern didn't leave Natasha, and you notice the two of you shivering due to the temperature. Taking both her hands, you blow air on her skin attempting to make her feel better. "I think we should change our clothes, we're soaking wet." You comment, and she agrees.

"When you said it wasn't after us, what is that psycho after then?" You ask her as you stand up from where you were laying down, attempting to dust off the dirt that's already clinging to your clothes. "It's after this." She told before taking something inside the pocket of her hoodie, revealing a bunch of vials with something red.

"What is it?" You ask once more, Natasha shrugged and now showing you a photo of her probably around 10 or 11, she has blue-dyed hair and there's someone younger than her. You look at her and she seems taken aback, seeing her old photos.

"She's my little sister…" Nat didn't say anything more, you don't want to force any information about her at this time, you offer your hand yet hesitated before holding on to it. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I couldn't help, I barely felt my body after the explosion." You confessed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you to come along to get some gas." She apologized, you look at her with furrowed brows. "It's alright, it's not every day you get an RPG launching towards you while driving a car." You tried to joke about the situation, and you managed to make her smile a little.

"But, I could have gotten you killed." You roll your eyes, quickly placing her hand on your chest for her to feel your heart beating. "Well, I'm alive, save that for another day." You say, then Natasha stayed silent.

"Let's just go, we're going to Budapest." She says as she takes her hand back to herself, not holding your hand anymore, kinda hurt when the two of you walk back in the forest and into the caravan, not mentioning a word about the kiss that happened earlier.

Changing clothes, and managed to get all the necessities in a bag, then the two of you left the place as if no one stayed there recently. There's nothing but complete silence between the two of you, she occasionally asks if you're okay then there's nothing more, not even small talk.

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The two of you got off the train, the two of you didn't initiate a conversation during the whole trip, all she said was the two of you would be heading to the Budapest safe house. You tried to ask what she and Clint did here in the country. Her answer was short and simple. "I'm only removing my last defect on SHIELD," she said.

Now the two of you are outside the door, you have your handgun out while she tries to pick the lock, then a voice comes from inside. "I know you're out there." The female inside spoke. "I know you know I'm out here," Nat replied, then finally opened the door. "Whatever happens between me and Yelena, you don't do anything, alright?" She quickly says before heading inside.

The two of you have your guards up then Yelena speaks again. "Then why are you and your friend are skulking around like you're in a minefield?" Natasha chuckled sarcastically at the comment. "Because I don't know if I can trust you," Nat commented.

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing." Yelena finally revealed herself, a blonde female in her 20s, and she has a gun pointed at Natasha. The redhead looks at you signaling that it's time for you to back away, you place your gun back at your holster raising your hand where Yelena can see them.

"Didn't expect you'd bring a friend," Yelena says, her eyes never leaving Natasha's figure, then the two of them still have their guns pointed at one another. You decide it's best to leave the two alone, and you look around the flat, not touching anything and still careful while wandering around.

You started hearing dishes getting broken, somebody getting thrown on the ground, door, probably kitchen cabinet too. You trust Nat and decided to stick to your word that you won't do anything if something happens, maybe this is how they greet one another? You're not going to be surprised actually.

Then the noise died, you've decided to check both of them, and they were choking each other with a curtain, the place is absolutely trashed but none of them seems to be injured. Both of them turned red until Natasha called for a truce.

"You've grown up," Natasha says, Yelena stood up then looked at you as she replied to Nat. "No shit." Then the blonde heads into the kitchen and chugging vodka straight out of the bottle. "This is how you guys greet each other? Wouldn't say it's sweet, but you guys do your thing." You asked Nat.

Natasha shook her head. "Haven't seen her in like 20 years, trust issues, y'know?" You chuckle at her answer, then the two of you follow Yelena.

"You had to come to Budapest, huh?" Natasha says as she takes a drink in a shot glass, Yelena shot her a look before speaking. "I came here because I thought you wouldn't." Then her eyes trailed at the walls. "But since you're here, what bullet does that?" You and Nat look at the holes in the wall.

"Those are arrows." You answered Yelena, and she seemed to be content with it. "If you thought I wouldn't come here then why did you send me this?" Natasha says before placing the vials along with the picture on the table. "You brought it back here?" Yelena says with worry in her voice.

"Well, tell me what it is," Natasha commanded, then Yelena talks about it being a synthetic gas that has something to do with altering their mind. "In English, please?" Nat says with confusion on her face. "это противоядие от контроля над разумом (it's an antidote to mind control.)" Yelena spoke, causing you to chuckle.

Natasha looks at both of you before commenting. "Real mature." You furrow your brow with what Nat has said before defending yourself. "It was funny? Your sister has humor, Nat." You say now crossing both of your arms.

"Why don't you take it to your super scientist's friends, her dad?" Yelena asked while pointing at you. "We're actually on the run and we're federal fugitives as of the moment, sorry." You replied to Yelena, and you haven't noticed that Nat changed her shirt.

"Well, where's an Avenger when you need one?" Yelena spoke, and Nat glared at her sister, holding Natasha's arms when she walked towards Yelena. Stopping her from probably starting another fight, and she seems like she wouldn't so you let go of her.

"You could've gotten both of us killed." Natasha raised her voice, then you looked away trying to avoid the conversation. "What was I supposed to do? You're the only superhero person I know." Yelena spoke, and you felt bad for Yelena when Nat almost shouted at her sister.

"You know, I keep on checking the news about Captain America taking down the Red Room," Yelena says and Natasha looks at her surprised, you are confused since she and Clint already took down the Red Room, they always joke about Budapest. "What? Dreykov's dead, we almost blew up an entire building just to take him down." Nat spoke.

"Who's we?" Natasha rolled her eyes and answered. "Barton, we stayed here for 10 days before even leaving the country," Nat explained, yet Yelena isn't even convinced. "Then tell me exactly what happened, tell me the full details."

Natasha didn't speak as if she was holding something back, you were sitting down on a chair watching the tense scene between the two. "Did you check for Dreykov's body?" Yelena asked once again.

"There was no body left to check," Natasha answered, and Yelena scoffed as if Nat wasn't speaking the truth, then silence filled the room. Until the three of you heard footsteps outside, then Natasha pulled you to hide in safety.

Suddenly you and Nat heard the window crash and footsteps going in your direction. "You alright?" Nat asked, you just nodded trying to be silent, then Natasha's eyes went searching for Yelena.

Now she sees Yelena going across the room, turning some switch and causing a continuous explosion, then the three of you used the advantage of it and fleeing the building, you and Nat followed Yelena since she seems to be headed somewhere.

"Where are we supposed to go?" Natasha asked while the three of you were running for your lives. "East side of the building! Motorcycles!" Yelena answered, now the three of you managed to get on the roof. A lady is wearing a similar suit to what Nat would usually wear chasing all of you, seems like she's not hesitating to kill you all too.

Now there's nowhere to go other than jumping on the chimney and probably hoping for the best, you and Nat removed some piece of metal that connects the chimney to the roof, as soon as the both of you removed it. The three of you hopped on and held tight, suddenly the lady decided to join, yet she missed.

Natasha managed to hold the lady, trying to knife Nat's hands then she slipped from her grasp, causing the stranger to fall, the chimney now crashed on a building, you and Yelena fell and crashed in a window.

"Who are these people?" You ask Yelena, helping her to stand up, and two of you catch your breaths before heading to Natasha. "There are other Widows, trying to retrieve the vials and return it to Dreykov." You nodded with her explanation.

"Let's get to Natasha and free the widow chasing us," Yelena says, taking out one of the vials in her bag, then the two of you rushing down the stairs, and you wish that Natasha is safe, probably doesn't have a broken bone too.

"I believe you must be exposed to the gas then?" You ask her once again, Yelena looks at you. "Why do you think they're after me too?" She answered sarcastically. "Yeah, right… dumbass." You muttered to yourself, as soon as the two of you reached the ground floor.

The both of you kicked the door open, to see Natasha kneeling on the ground. "Do you believe me now?" Yelena asked, seeing the widow chasing the three of you lifeless on the ground, she slowly took back the vial in her bag. "How many are there?" Natasha asked, her back facing the both of you.

"Enough, let's go," Yelena says before heading to fetch her motorcycle, you don't usually feel this type of adrenaline in your body, considering the fact that your father would only allow you into in and out missions.

After lots of running and ducking to avoid getting shot by other widows, the three of you finally get to the motorcycle, of course, it's a two-person vehicle. "Which one is yours?" Natasha asked Yelena. "Black, brown seat." She quickly answered.

You heaved a sigh before taking the motorcycle next to it and hot-wiring it. "Looks like Stark isn't such a good girl, what do you think?" Yelena commented, before hopping on her motorcycle and letting Nat drive.

Once you've finally powered the vehicle, the three of you are being chased by an armored car. "Y/N! Follow us!" Nat shouted, of course, you're going to follow them. It's not like you'll survive having a psycho who copies your friends and being chased down by a trained assassin would do you any good.

Managing to lose the armored vehicle, there are other widows on the bike too, you're actually surprised of what they are capable of, it seems like Nat really must be one hell of an assassin.

Everything is going well until the three of you are welcomed by traffic, and suddenly a widow shoots the wheel of her motorcycle, while Natasha and Yelena crash into a car. You got out of your vehicle and followed the two, seeing Yelena pointing a gun at a man to make him get out of the car.

"You can't just steal a guy's car?" Natasha commented while Yelena got in the car first, then you're all panicking and shit, you followed Yelena inside and realized you sat down on her lap. "Well, Stark stole a bike earlier." She says while looking confused with you on her lap.

"I am panicking, it's my first time experiencing all this." You defended yourself, Natasha finally got inside and started to drive the car. "Y/N, are you alright?" Natasha asked, rolling your eyes by hearing that question for the nth time.

Suddenly you get dizzy, is it because you're probably panicking too much? Or the fact that all you've done the whole week was to run either from authorities or trained assassins. Your vision started to get all blurry, and you can't understand anything that Nat or Yelena was saying at the moment.

And you passed out due to the stress you've been feeling.

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You felt a sudden pain in your left arm and that woke you up, quickly sitting down you notice you're in a cramped and small space, is this the morgue? Are you dead? You placed a hand on your chest and released a relieved sigh when you felt your heart beating.

"It's been a year, Stark, you passed out while we're on the run," Yelena spoke, a hand on your shoulder trying to comfort. "What? No, that can't be-"

"Yelena, stop." As soon as you hear Natasha's voice, you feel safe, and you didn't notice that you were laying your head on her lap when you collapsed. "What happened?" You ask the two.

"Psycho comes back and shoots another RPG, hence why you're injured and we're hiding in this air vent." Nat simply explained and ran your hands on your hair. "How long was I out?" Asking once again. "Less than 10 minutes," Yelena answered. "I'm sorry…" you softly spoke.

"It's alright, it's normal that you reacted the way you did." Natasha comforts you, then to your surprise she takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with her. "I'm glad that the two of you are safe." You say as you hold on tight to Nat's hand.

"It still doesn't make sense, I killed Dreykov, dropped an entire building on him," Natasha spoke, Yelena looked at her before scoffing. "Truth doesn't really make sense when you only omit key details, what happened to Dreykov's daughter?"

"She was collateral damage, I had to take her down too," Natasha admitted. You felt the guilt in her when she admitted, then you suddenly remember how she and Clint would joke about Budapest.

"Wait… you and Clint joke about exploding a child?" You look at Natasha who's looking at the floor. "Sometimes using humor to cope helps, Y/N," Nat says, then you remember how much your father joked about what happened in New York, you think it's quite… valid?

"This is quite cozy for some air vent." You say trying to change the topic of the conversation, you moved your ass to sit down next to Nat, your head subconsciously resting on her shoulder. "Clint and I stayed up here for 2 days." She says, fiddling with your fingers and resting her head on top of yours.

"I'll see if we're good to go." Yelena says before opening the entrance of the vent, then she went back in the subway, now you and Nat are alone. "Are you ok–" Natasha was about to ask the same question she asked you for the whole day.

"Nat, no, I'm actually not, I'm fucking scared, and I feel like anytime Ross is going to be here or that Dreykov's special project is after us or the other widows." You let out, Natasha looks at you, then noticing that you just shed a tear, you are scared. Fearing that one of you get to be thrown in jail, or get killed because of some mind-controlled assassins.

"Y/N, you're doing great for someone whose first time being on the run, I know it's all hard to take in and if only we went our separate ways, you wouldn't have been dragged into this." She lets go of your hand, instead, she places her hand on your cheek once again, wiping the teardrop on your skin.

"If we've gone our separate ways I wouldn't last a day without you, I'm probably chilling with Wanda and Clint, I'm not saying they're not good company, but I don't want to be in jail." You say, and Natasha nodded. "I know what you mean, Y/N, I know…"

Then you notice the distance between the two of you, faces an inch apart, the two of you can feel each other's breath once again, and your eyes trailed down on her lips which Natasha noticed.

"That's also me saying I wouldn't last a day without you." You confessed, before resting your forehead against hers, Natasha was expecting you to kiss her, but being this close to you, she doesn't really mind, as long it's you she's doing it with.

Natasha stayed quiet, as she enjoyed the peacefulness of this moment, then she slightly pulled away from you to place a chaste kiss on your forehead, and she held both of your arms, wrapping them around her neck, now her arms made their way to your waist.

Burying her face at the crook of your neck while she holds you tight and close, you shut your eyes as the two of you embrace each other. While in the middle of the calm and serene moment, the lid of the air vent came off then. "We're good to go and we've got to be quick!" Then the two of you get off each other, if Nat gets to kiss you before you fall off the bridge, pretty sure you can kiss her before getting off the vent.

"Nat, wait…" You hold her arm since she's about to go down first, and she looks at you over her shoulders, you move closer to her before crashing your lips against hers, you softly bite her lower lip before slowly pulling away, and you see a smile on her face as she hopped down.

"Did you two just?" Yelena looks at Natasha, cringing with what her sister just did, Nat waits for you to get down before following Yelena. "Do we not talk about that too?" You ask Natasha before following her, and she looks at you with a smirk.

"Depends on what you want to talk about," Natasha replied, then you raised a brow at her response, you jogged leaving her behind and catching up with Yelena. "I will act like you didn't just kiss my sister a second ago so that we can communicate without me remembering that," Yelena says.

You chuckle, yet you smile at what she just said. "Is your sister usually annoying like that?" You ask Yelena while pointing your thumbs at Natasha, then the two of you look over your shoulders to see her.

"Ah, yes, I don't know what runs through her head," Yelena replied, while Natasha on the other hand, looks at the two of you not knowing what the hell you two were talking about.

Let's say that she's hoping and praying that Yelena doesn't say something about her in front of you.

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After staying in the vent and managing to run away from the Task Master, the three of you ended up in a convenience store in the middle of nowhere, you bought some alcohol, and bandages to properly care for your wound, and Yelena looked around the store for an alcoholic drink.

"Where is the Red Room?" Natasha asked while she's washing her hands on the sink, Yelena shrugged and shook her head. "I don't know, every widow is sedated at every entrance and exit for maximum security," Yelena replied, as she took a look at some bottled alcohol, then tossed it to you.

"Where do you think I was after all this time?" Yelena asked Natasha, the latter faced her younger sister, and she looked at her. "I thought you're living a normal life," Natasha answered, you take the items they took and head to the cashier to pay for them.

"And you never bothered to check on me?" Yelena says, Natasha followed you at the front, yet she didn't leave the store yet. "I thought you never wanted to see me." She told Yelena, and the latter rolled her eyes then scoffed.

"Just say you don't want your baby sister to tag along and save the world with the cool kids," Yelena says with a smirk on her face, and Natasha clenches her jaw. "You're not really my sister–"

"And the Avengers aren't really your family, well… except for Stark, she stayed with you after all this running," Yelena commented, and suddenly she changed the topic. "Why do you always do that thing?" And Nat looks at her with a questioning look.

"Oh, that thing!" You butted in, then you do the infamous Black Widow pose, Yelena nodded giving you a thumbs up for knowing what she means. "You're a poser, Natasha," Yelena commented, then Nat raised a brow. "I'm not a poser." The latter says.

"It's okay if you're a poser, it's just that you think that everybody is looking at you." Natasha retorted, and you chuckle at the bantering between the two. "All the time I spent on posing, I was doing something good, to make up for all the pain and suffering we've caused." The mood changes real quick, now you stay silent.

"Well, pain and suffering is every day and we'll always be the trained killer that we are," Yelena says, the guy at the cashier hands the plastic bag containing all the items you bought, and you leave the store first. Natasha followed after and taking the bag from your hands, you looked at her who seemed exhausted from all the events happening.

"Do you want something to eat or drink?" You nodded, Nat signs you to follow her, and after a little bit of walking, with Yelena behind the two of you, the three of you arrived in a small food place.

You sat down then Natasha went inside, ordering cheeseburgers only for you, and beers for all of you, she sat down next to you, while Yelena settled in front of you two.

"An older widow freed me, and I killed her," Yelena says as she takes a sip from her beer, Natasha unwrapped the cloth on your arm, and she tends your wound while listening to Yelena. "Did you have a choice?" You ask her, and she only shook her head as an answer. "Then it's not your fault," Natasha says.

Yelena's eyes shifted at the family going home across the place you three are drinking, she seemed to like the view of what seems to be a happy and functional family. "Have you ever looked for your parents, the real ones?" Natasha looked at the latter as soon as she finished putting a bandage on your wound.

"I got abandoned on the street like garbage, I don't think I have a reason to look for them," Natasha says then she takes a good sip at her drink before asking Yelena the same question. "Well, they ruined my birth certificate so I made a new one." She said with a smile, and Nat seemed to brighten up.

"It says that I still live in Ohio, I have an older sister who moved to the west and she works as a science teacher, but she started working part-time when she had her son, and she has a husband who is a construction work–" Natasha halted Yelena speaking when she chuckled at her story. "That's definitely not my story," Nat says, then Yelena leaned back on her seat.

"Yeah, what is your story?" Yelena asked, and without you knowing, Natasha looks at you while you're spacing out. "Well, I don't really have a story, I don't have much to think about it alone," Nat answered. "But if I'm pretty sure it involves another person, who's a Stark?" Yelena teased, and with the mention of your last name, you look at the latter.

"What about you? What is your story?" Yelena says, then you wipe your mouth with the tissue before speaking. "Well, I was created because of my father's one of many hookups, lived with my grieving mother while I was an infant and she's grieving cause Dad won't marry her, so she left me at his doorstep, we did DNA tests to prove that I was really his and now he loves me more than anything." You say, smiling at the memory of your father who did everything he could to raise you.

"Then why aren't you with him?" Yelena asked once more, you look at Nat for a bit before answering. "Because I chose to do what I think is right, and probably did follow my heart." The blonde chuckled, noticing that Natasha was blushing at what you've just said.

"I have a plan." Natasha suddenly spoke, you and Yelena looked at the redhead. "Is it killing Dreykov and taking down the Red Room?" Yelena told Nat, and she earned a nod from Nat. "Even if he's way too slippery to kill and Red Room's impossible to find?" She nodded once again.

"Sounds like a shit load of work," Yelena says, making you and Nat chuckle. "Yup," Nat replied and Yelena took another sip at her beer. "Could be fine though." You say as you take the final bite of your burger. "Yup,'' Yelena said.

"I saw where he put the keys," Natasha says as she looked at the car, that the man of the family parked in the garage, the three of you smiled before speaking in unison.

"Top drawer green cabinet."

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[wanderinginksplot]

Rex + Engineer!Reader

This is the prequel to the Rex + Blanket Fort + Kisses one-shot found here on my masterlist. As this is a prequel to that story, you don't need to have read it for this to make sense. And as you could probably tell from the picture, this takes place during the Onderon arc.

Rex x gn!reader: intended to be early romance, but could be read as platonic.

Word Count: a bit more than 3,400

Warnings: canon-typical violence, including spoilers for the Onderon arc (S 5, E 2-5) of Star Wars: The Clone Wars

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"And Captain Rex will train everyone in the encampment on basic combat skills and maneuvers," General Skywalker announced.

You didn't pay overly much attention to that. The general was younger than you had anticipated, but he was clearly used to combat and had the kind of authority usually honed through commanding large groups of soldiers. Still, you knew his order didn't apply to you and moved to slip away from the area. Your schematics needed a lot more work before the rebels could attack without bringing buildings down.

"And where are you running off to?" a muscular man with light hair asked, stepping into your path.

You gave a tight smile. "Classified, sorry."

The man nodded toward the general. "General Skywalker says everyone needs combat training."

"Oh, not me," you reassured him. "I'm a contracted engineer, not one of the Rebels. I'm just here to make sure they destroy as little of the infrastructure as possible while they take back control."

"And do you live in the encampment?" he asked.

You narrowed your eyes at him, feeling sure this was a trap. Eventually, you gave a short nod.

"Then you'll be training with me," he said firmly. "Captain Rex, 501st Legion."

You reluctantly shook the hand he offered and introduced yourself, finishing with, "-but I'm strictly an engineer."

"We're worried that this isn't likely to end without one or several attacks on this encampment," the captain told you. "A few hours of training could save your life."

"And a few hours of work on the city's schematics could save the lives of countless civilians," you argued. Sending that he would continue trying to convince you, you shook your head. "The Gerrera siblings are the ones who hired me. I'll let them make the final choice."

"And I'll leave it to the Generals," Captain Rex agreed.

Clearly not taking chances, he marched off toward where Steela Gerrera and Lux Bonteri were talking with Generals Skywalker and Kenobi, as well as a Togrutan female you vaguely remembered as being a commander.

"Generals, Commander," Captain Rex greeted with a crisp salute. You rolled your eyes. Soldiers. "We were hoping you could settle a difference of opinion."

"A difference of opinion?" General Kenobi repeated with a frown.

"What opinion would that be, Rex?" General Skywalker asked.

The captain explained the situation while you stood in silence. Steela met your gaze at several points during the conversation, looking concerned each time.

"We're only here to train the rebels," General Skywalker said after Captain Rex had finished talking. "Not anyone else."

"All of us are rebels," Steela argued, ignoring your signals that you didn't want training at all. "Just by being here in opposition to the Separatist forces, we are all considered a threat to their power."

"A contracted employee is different than someone who joined your cause because they believe in it," the commander countered, wrinkling her nose. "We aren't offering training to mercenaries."

"We're talking about an engineer, not someone hired to perform assassinations," Lux contributed. "What could it hurt?"

"Generals, Commander," Rex said, his quiet voice somehow drawing their attention. "I think every member of the rebel group needs to be trained. I think it's important."

"Rex…" General Kenobi sighed, but Skywalker interrupted before he could expand on his thoughts.

"I trust Rex's instincts," he told the older general. "If he thinks everyone needs to be trained, we'll make it happen."

You made a frustrated noise before you could stop yourself. "I don't need training. I'm an engineer. I don't work in combat situations."

"That's the thing about combat," Skywalker said with a shrug. "You don't always have to look for it. Sometimes, it comes to you. Especially in wartime."

The group split up immediately afterward, seemingly having come to an agreement. You followed Steela, determined to make your case and get back to your schematics.

"Steela, you know I'm not here for fighting," you said, jogging to catch up to the young woman who had hired you. "It isn't part of my contract."

"It isn't, you're right," she agreed. "But I would think carefully before I turned down a chance to learn such a valuable skill considering how dangerous the galaxy is right now. Surely this could be helpful as a freelancer traveling the universe alone?"

You didn't have an immediate answer to that. Steela clearly noticed, nodding solemnly at you before turning away. "The choice is yours to make."

You gritted your teeth, but your feet refused to move from the spot. To your left was the strategic tent and your unfinished set of schematics. To the right, the Jedi were helping the rebels set up some kind of training ring.

"Well?" a voice prompted. You already recognized it as belonging to Rex.

You stood still for a beat longer before giving a loud and heartfelt groan as you turned toward the freshly constructed training ring.

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You were bad at fighting.

It wasn't really a shock to you. You had never been particularly graceful or good on your feet. That was why engineering had been such a draw - all mental work, almost no physical.

Rex, to his credit, turned out to be a surprisingly good teacher. He had kept everyone basically together as they learned new skills and practiced as a group. Still, he was determined that you would learn to defend yourself and here you were, fighting to shoot targets in the dying light, long after everyone else had scattered.

"I'm sorry," you apologized yet again as you missed. You were half an hour into intensive shooting lessons with Rex and you had yet to hit a single target.

"You don't need to apologize," he assured. "We'll just keep working until you get it down."

"I don't know if I can," you admitted, lowering the heavily modified blaster pistol until it was resting on the table in front of you. "We're losing the light and it's a bad idea to illuminate any more of the jungle than we have to."

"That's true," Rex agreed, rubbing at his neck while he studied the unharmed target. After a moment, he took the blaster pistol from your hands and holstered it at his side, then removed the holster belt as well.

You nodded sympathetically, hoping you could call it a night and put in a few hours of work on your schematics so the day wouldn't be a total waste.

Rex sighed, removing the subtly armored jacket he had been wearing during that day's training. "I guess we'll… we'll just have to switch to something less impacted by visibility."

"Wait, what?" you had time to ask before the stoic captain flat-out tackled you.

You were aware enough to know that Captain Rex had twisted to take part of the impact himself, but you still hit the ground hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. In that moment of hollow gasping, Rex had pushed you onto your stomach and pinned your hands behind your back.

"The first rule of unarmed conflict is that you can't let anyone surprise you." Rex paused for a moment. "Actually, that's the first rule of any kind of conflict."

"Is the second rule that you shouldn't suffocate your sparring partner?" you croaked out, turning your head slightly so your face wasn't actively being pressed into the dirt anymore.

Rex laughed. It was the first time you had heard anything other than firm orders from him and you paused. It was a nice laugh. You were forced to gather your thoughts a moment later as he released you and helped you to your feet.

"You probably won't see a lot of hand-to-hand fighting with droids, but the armies aren't capable of anything beyond following orders. The armies are commanded by sentients, and those sentients are often closer to the armies than you would think."

"I have no intention of going after Grievous without a weapon," you joked. "Preferably more than one."

"You should stay away from Grievous no matter how many weapons you have," Rex advised. "But this is good to know, anyway."

"Actually, I agree with that," you said, surprising you both. "I'm a freelancer. Anything that helps me defend myself in a potentially hostile situation is a good thing."

"Okay, let's work on your hits, then," Rex suggested.

What followed was two full hours of unarmed combat practice. Rex was always the target, letting you throw punches and kicks against his open palms. When he realized that you were pulling your strikes because you were afraid to hurt him, he found a padded guard among the assortment of equipment the Republic had sent along.

Eventually, though, you were panting and bone-tired. Rex seemed to realize that without you saying anything.

"One last set of strikes and you're done for the night," Rex told you. It was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said to you.

But as you punched, Rex moved the guard you had been aiming for. You shot him a look, but he only held the guard up, wiggling it slightly. You set up again, but Rex pulled away at the last second, dodging your fist to bop you on the shoulder with the guard.

"What are you doing?" you asked, exasperated. "You said this was the last set."

"It is. Or, it will be as soon as you actually manage to make contact."

You grimaced at him. This time, when he twisted the guard away, you turned with it. You were focused on keeping your footwork correct and your hit strong. You never even saw him move his foot between your ankles, but with a light tug, you were on the ground again.

"Seriously?" you asked from your spot in the dirt.

Rex laughed again, and this time, you didn't enjoy the sound at all. "Do you think your opponents are going to stand there and let you hit them? They're going to fight dirty - they always do. You just need to-"

As it happens, you never did learn what you needed to do. Rex had stepped too close, and your engineering experience told you that his ankles were at an angle that made him vulnerable to a hit. You kicked his ankle lightly, barely making contact, but it was enough to send one of his feet careening against the other. Rex stumbled, failed to regain his balance, and fell.

All of this was done on instinct and you felt as surprised as Rex looked when he landed on his butt in the dirt next to you.

"Good job," he said, breathless but sincere.

"Thanks," you accepted with a grin. "Does that mean I surprised you?"

"Not a bit," he denied, deflating your ego a bit. "I knew you were capable of it. You're an engineer. Engineers like angles and math. That's all combat is, adjusted for whatever you think the other side is going to do."

"Wait, that's… that's a really good point," you mused slowly. "Can I see your pistol again?"

Rex didn't move. "If you shoot me, you'll surprise me in the wrong way."

You snorted. "I'm not planning on shooting you, Captain. I just want to test how the application of math might help me."

After eyeing you for a moment, Rex stood in an enviably graceful motion and hauled you to your feet as well. Wordlessly, he handed you one of his blaster pistols. He had warned you before you began shooting that he had made numerous alterations to them, but you were still surprised by the weight of the weapon in your hand.

This time, instead of relying on instinct - point, aim, shoot - you worked to apply some logic. When you were sure about your angle, you squeezed the hyper-sensitive trigger and watched the resulting beam of weaponized light hit the target.

It wasn't a perfect shot, of course. Math couldn't fix everything. Still, you had hit the target and you cheered aloud, echoed by Rex's congratulations behind you. You had the presence of mind to set the pistol down before you turned, then Rex was grasping your forearm in the odd way warriors shook hands.

"Great job!" he told you warmly. "You're getting better."

"Thanks," you accepted, trying to vocalize your gratitude. You probably could have been offended by the tone of surprise in his voice, but you chose to overlook it.

"Now we just have to dial in your aim and get you comfortable with firing at moving targets, especially during chaotic situations."

Despite your best efforts, you felt your expression fall at that. Rex laughed again. When had he gotten so cheerful? "I'm kidding. That can be done tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" you repeated doubtfully.

Rex folded his arms across his chest and stared at you steadily. "In one session, you've gone from unable to shoot a gun or throw a punch to knocking me down and hitting a target. If you can keep that pace of improvement, you'll be a force to be reckoned with."

"Or at least be able to stop clients who try to cop a feel," you added.

Despite his darkening expression, Rex's tone was unconcerned. "I'm sure you could break the hand of any di'kut dumb enough to try it now. With some training, you'd be able to tear that hand off completely."

And so you continued to train with Rex after everyone else had finished learning to disable tanks and other intense activities. During the day, you finalized schematics, studying holoimages of Onderon’s capital city of Iziz. Your goal was to record your best guesses for the most and least structurally-sound sections of the city.

The dedication the rebels showed for the safety of the Onderonian people was a big reason you had agreed to take this job. Despite what the Jedi seemed to think, you weren't actually a mercenary. You chose your jobs very carefully, and if something didn't match your morals, you would respectfully decline.

Between schematic work in the day and training at night, your time with the rebels flew past. Captain Rex continued to be patient and helpful as you worked to master the combat moves he taught you - ones decidedly more focused on self-defense than the moves he taught the rebels. The first day you had beaten him in a grappling situation, he had beamed up at you with dirt on his face and told you how far you had progressed. The squeezing of your heart at the praise warned that it was probably good that the captain and both Jedi generals were withdrawing from Onderon shortly, leaving Commander Tano to assist with the remaining rebel efforts.

Despite your determination to stay out of the conflict, you had eventually been forced into it when the Separatist armies had attacked the rebel base. One of the rebels you had known by appearance if not by name had been hit by blaster fire before he could use the rocket launcher held in his hands. He had held it up to you, begging with his eyes that you take out the ship that had fired on him before it could do more damage.

You had accepted, and the ship was a roiling ball of flame before you could make yourself nervous about shooting anything other than Rex’s now-familiar blasters. You tossed aside the rocket launcher and found a discarded blaster. From that point until the combat had ended, thoughts of schematics or building solidity were gone from your head. You were as much a part of the rebel group as anyone else, and you watched with the same horror as Steela Gerrera fell to her death, despite the best efforts of Commander Tano.

The funeral was lovely. Onderonians didn’t believe in mourning for their dead. Instead, they truly celebrated all that the departed had done to create a better society… and Steela had done a great deal.

When things had ended, you were sitting on a raised set of stairs overlooking the ceremonial area. The dais holding Steela’s cloth-draped casket was filled with people far too important for you to bother. You were glad to see Saw speaking with King Dendup. After he had handed you the agreed-upon payment for your services - despite your many attempts to refuse the credits - Saw had left, ignoring the sympathy you tried to offer. He needed to speak with someone, and if that someone was the man he and Steela had worked so hard to save, so much the better.

“Nice ceremony, huh?” someone asked from behind you, and you twisted a bit to find General Skywalker standing there with Captain Rex beside him.

You nodded, but you could feel that it was a half-hearted motion. “Steela was so young. She had a lot of promise.”

“She died fulfilling the mission she set out to finish,” Captain Rex countered. “She knew the risks and thought Dendup was worth it. Her choices were her own. All we can do is respect them.”

With a joyless smile, you said, “Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“It never does,” General Skywalker admitted, sitting next to you. Rex’s comlink chimed and he stepped a respectful distance away before answering it.

Skywalker sat beside you in silence for a while. Normally, you would speak first just for sake of politeness, but you weren’t feeling that generous. You let the silence linger while you watched the activity on the dais.

“Have you ever thought about using your talents for the Republic?” the general asked eventually.

“I thought I was a soulless mercenary?” you asked before you could think better of it.

“And I thought you didn’t work in combat situations,” Skywalker countered. “But I’ve seen the battlefield recordings. You handled yourself well.”

You glanced over at him in surprise. “Are you trying to contract me on as a soldier?”

“Force, no,” he denied quickly. “As an engineer. I sent samples of your work to a friend of mine who works as an engineer in the private sector and they were impressed. The GAR is struggling to find good engineers comfortable working in combat. The pay is a bit lower than you’re used to, but it’s steady work.”

Ah, he had cut straight to the heart of your problem with freelancing. The fight to survive between jobs meant that anything extra you were making was eaten up by the time you were hired on again. And your morals meant that jobs weren’t nearly as frequent as you would like them to be. But being in constant combat… Yes, you had survived this time, but that didn’t mean you were rushing to repeat the experience.

You grimaced. “I appreciate the offer, really, but I don’t know if it’s for me. Combat engineering isn’t really my specialty.”

“I think you’re selling yourself short,” General Skywalker told you seriously. “I’ve seen samples of your past work, and a lot of it is on worlds that have a lot of fighting. I’m sure you know that none of your structures have sustained extreme damage, no matter how much combat was happening around them. That’s an impressive record.”

“You researched me?” you asked, feeling a little stunned.

“Well, the Republic likes to know who they’re hiring. But honestly, I’m not the one who did the research,” Skywalker said, looking past you. You followed his gaze to Rex, who was suddenly very intently looking at his comlink. With a mischievous grin, the general added, “I think my captain has taken a liking to you.”

You fought back a grin, turning away from the captain, and your eyes fell on Steela’s casket once more. Suddenly, keeping a straight face wasn’t as much of a struggle. “If I said yes, what would my official job duties be?”

“You would oversee a group of construction experts - both civilian and enlisted - using maps and satellite footage to find the best possible choices for locations to build bases, bridges, or other structures to help us complete campaigns,” he answered easily. “Preferably, to win campaigns, but that’s more on us than you.”

“And would I work with your group?”

“The 501st?” Skywalker asked, sounding surprised. “I’m not sure, but probably. We’re a planetary landing battalion, so we always need someone who has the knowledge of places to build. You might have to stay behind on some planets to supervise base construction, but you could always catch back up with us. Is that something you would want?”

“Yes,” you said firmly. “If I did agree to that-”

“I’m no good at negotiations,” he interrupted with a self-deprecating smile. “You speak clearly about what you want and I’ll do what I can.”

“I’ll work for the Republic,” you said, feeling the nerves twist in your belly. “If you can make sure I’m permanently attached to the 501st.”

“Deal,” General Skywalker accepted immediately, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Welcome to the 501st.”

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A/N - I assure you that there is no timeline of any sort happening in my writing, so don't think too hard about where this should fit into the narrative. It won't end well.

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[anathewierdo]

Bump on the Road

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1594

Summary: Y/N discovers she's pregnant.

Warnings: None, I believe. Fear of Sam leaving the reader.

A/N: to the anon that requested this pic, I hope you like it, darling. This pic is a lot shorter than my usual, so I apologize for that, but I think it's good ^-^'.

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The life of a hunter has no guarantees. With every case, comes the risk of not living to see the next hunt, to be caught in the impersonation of a federal agent and winding up in jail, to mess with the wrong partner once and wind up dead.

Y/N has always found it ironic how in all of the odds that hunting can have, to live a somewhat normal or balanced life is practically a nonexisting one.

Like the world is telling you that your only choice is to fight monsters. That you can’t have that decent apartment you saw once or that you can’t actually date the cute civilian because they don’t know what’s bumping in the night and they wouldn’t believe you if you told them.

In a life like this one, stability is a luxury, a rarity.

Y/N can barely think of a few hunters who have that luxury and most of them are dead.

Deadly odds and rare luxuries aside, you wouldn’t change a thing. You found your own stability with Sam friggin’ Winchester by your side. Well, as stable as the life of a hunter can be.

The huntress knows how lucky she is to have Sam as her boyfriend. Partner? Boyfriend.

Sam is nothing short of amazing. He’s considerate, empathetic, handsome and loving. He’s everything Y/N has ever wished for in a partner. He’s home.

The thought of ever losing him makes her shudder in fear on a good day.

Today, that thought has her sobbing quietly on the bunker’s bathroom floor.

There are two pink lines, clear as day, on the pregnancy test and it feels as if they’re mocking her. She keeps trying to figure out when it could’ve happened– how it could’ve happened. They’d been careful, they’d used protection every single time they slept together. This shouldn’t have happened.

Yet, those two pink lines are still there.

The test in her hands is the last of four. Y/N had grown more desperate and scared with every ‘positive’ result she received. One of the tests even said she was about two weeks along. Said test now lies in pieces around her.

“What am I gonna do?” she laments to the bathroom walls.

Sam and her had talked about the future, of course. They were bound to do so after years together. They’d talked about the possibility of getting ‘married’, of having children, of what their lives could look like years from now.

The baby part wasn’t supposed to come this soon.

Y/N takes a shaky breath, collecting the pregnancy tests and wiping away her tears. She can’t lose Sam. She’s not ready. She doesn’t know what to do, but she has time. She has time to figure out how, when and what to tell him. She has time to decide if she’ll keep it. She has time. She can do this. Her life can still be okay.

She’ll figure this out.

After getting rid of the tests, Y/N proceeds to act like nothing happened. She can’t deal with the news at the moment, much less deal with Sam, Dean or even Cas interrogating her if they notice something off.

That night, when her and Sam go to bed, she hugs him a little more tightly than usual, murmuring she loves him into his skin and basking in the warmth in her chest when Sam says it back.

A day turns into two, then into three, and by the times she notices, she has reached her seventh week pregnant.

That’s when the famous pregnancy sickness began. She’d wake up, whether it was the middle of the night or early in the morning and rush as quietly as possible to the toilet. By some sort of miracle, none of the guys had asked or commented anything in all this time.

And she is in the middle of a very nice and quiet sleep when Sam enters their room.

“Hey, honey,” he calls to her softly. “Wake up. We found a case in St. Louis.”

Y/N groans. “What is it?”

“Simple salt’n burn, we’ll be back in no time.”

Knowing their luck, she doesn’t believe him, but Y/N simply groans in feigned frustration and gets up. They’re out of the bunker in the next thirty minutes.

The case is indeed a salt’n burn, but with her sickness seemingly getting worse by the day, she barely is of any help. By the time they’ve identified whose ghost was tormenting those teenagers, Sam is glued to her side, worried sick over what might have caused her to be in this state.

“Do you think you can explain it to me?” he pleads. “Maybe it was something you ate. Or maybe it was something else. Maybe we should go see a doctor–”

“No!” Y/N croaks hastily. Her throat is still wrecked from the amount of vomit she just threw in the motel room’s toilet. “No doctor. I’m okay. It’ll pass.”

“Y/N, you’ve been vomiting for days now. You get up in the middle of the night and I can hear you gagging on your way out,” Sam argues. “Or how about the way you flat out refused to eat Dean’s pancakes the other day? You acted as if they were disgusting and they’re your favorite!”

“Sam, I promise you, I’m okay.”

“But you’re not! Please. What is it? You need medicine. Let me help you.”

It’s the look in his eyes as he speaks that breaks her. In all of their time together, Y/N can recall several arguments, fights, sad and happy moments between them. There had been a few close calls, even, but Sam has never looked at her this scared, like he’s losing her and he’s trying to hold on.

It’s only hit her now. He’s as scared of losing her as she is of losing him.

It’s frustrating how much she has been crying ever since she had learned she was pregnant. And it seems like she’s going to cry even more, judging by the knot forming around her throat.

Her hands shake slightly, but she manages to get a firm grip of Sam’s hands.

With a deep breath, Y/N looks him in the eye. “What I have can’t be cured by a visit to the doctor, Sam. Not now, at least.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means that I– I discovered something. I should’ve told you sooner. I shouldn’t have  waited this long but,” she clears her throat. “ah, fuck. I’m pregnant, Sam.”

For the first time since she’s met him, Y/N can’t tell what Sam is thinking. He squishes her hands tightly, looking at her like she’s dropped a something on him, but he doesn’t know quite yet what it is. A silence between them stretches. The longer it becomes, the more scared she gets.

“I’m sorry,” she tries to get closer to him. He lets her, seemingly frozen, still staring at Y/N. “I’ve known for weeks now, I’m sorry. I love you. I just– I don’t know if I’m ready. I don’t know if we are ready and I wanted to make up my mind before telling you.”

“Stop,” he mumbles, leaning away and looking at her like she might not be real. “You– fuck, you shouldn’t have been doing this alone. I– Y/N, you– I should’ve– damn it.”

Sam closes the space between them, kissing her with all his might. Y/N’s knees grow weak at just how much love he pours into the kiss. His arms snake around her waist, then he’s cupping her face and Y/N’s own hands hold on tightly to his clothes, needing him close, not wanting to let him go.

When the kiss breaks, they’re both left panting, but the only one with tears in his eyes is Sam.

“Do you want it?” he asks.

Y/N opens her mouth right away to say yes, but she stops. She can’t say it.

“I don’t know,” is what she ends up answering. “I don’t know if you’d want it. If we can even do it. If we're ready. We said ‘maybe one day’, we didn’t say ‘now’.”

Sam nods along, considering every word, before leaning down to press his forehead against her own.

“I want to be with you,” is his answer. “With kids, without kids, in a year, in ten, in fifty. And if– I’m on your side. I’m right here. I love you so fucking much.”

“But do you want to be a dad now, Sam?”

“As long as you are their mom and as long as you’re with me, yes,” he says immediately. “Whatever you decide, I’m all in. We’ll figure it out, just like we always have.”

Y/N can’t take it anymore. She pulls him into another kiss, smiling softly into Sam’s lips and her heart is beating a mile a minute, it feels like it might burst out of her heart. Sam will be here. Sam loves her. And now she feels silly for ever thinking she would lose him.

The feeling grows so big, she giggles against his lips. Sam breaks the kiss to look at her with questioning, yet loving eyes.

“Sam,” she smiles, her eyes shine with fear and love and it’s the strangest mix Sam has ever seen butit mesmerizes him. “We’re going to be parents.”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I think we are.”

The rest of their day is spent in each other’s arms, with loving words and excited plans for the little Winchester who’s yet to come. And when Dean comes back from torching the remains of the ghost, he almost passes out with excitement at the news.

For the first time since she found out she was pregnant, Y/N is genuinely excited at the possibilities of their new normal. She's excited to meet her kid. She's excited to do so with Sam by her side. As long as she can hold his hand, they will be alright; her, Sam and their little peanut.

To the lovely anon who sent this request, I hope you liked it. Thank you for your request <3

I'm not gonna tag anybody for this fic because I don't have a Forevers or Sam Winchester tag list. If you're interested in being tagged tho, please let me know.

As always, my requests are open :D

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[tex-treasures]

TEX YOU SHIP WITH JAMES TOO ???? WHY DIDNT I EVER KNOW THIS!!!!! OMG OMG TELL ME ABOUT YOU AND HIM HOW DID YOU GUYS MEET WHEN DID HE ASK YOU OUT OH MY GOSH I GOTTA KNOW WAAAA

*CRIES INTO MY HANDS*

DEX KING PLS IM HHHHHHHH-

It's a recent development ;---; I've carried this crush since I was like, very little for the character (cringe maybe but my email and username has always been TexMex007 on like everything since I was 14 LMAO) and then years ago before I got into self shipping/knew what it was, Craig's version came out and I was like, "Haha I'm going to repress this so hard<3" but my friend David told me he was crushing on Q and showed me a pic of Q and Bond and I made a comment like "Howdy Bond" underneath it and he legit said, "Oh, he's your type" and well....

That repressed emotion from years ago just shot up like a dadgum balloon released of its lead weight.

My self ship with him is really just this slice of life story and if it had like, a summary, it would read like this:

James' life, all things considered, is rather simple- much more simple than you'd think anyway and it goes like this: he goes out, gets the girl and loses her, is beaten up, saves the day, and then comes home to his empty flat in London to wait for the next call. See? Simple.

That is until he sees there's a new bookstore across his place with an equally new pretty face. She's a sweet, easily flustered young thing- an easy mark all things considered. When he offers drinks at his place however, she doesn't give him a yes or no. Instead, she offers something unexpected and unprecedented, something he's not had before, not been allowed to cultivate: namely, a relationship based on friendship first. She's a gentle reprieve from jet lag and dodging bullets and her touch is healing and gentle when he comes home busted up yet again. She laughs at his dry jokes and teaches him how to properly cook. She asks him to be honest with her and when he is, she doesn't run or shame him despite his warnings. She's a strange little miracle.

Once upon a time James told M he didn't expect to live a full life as a -00 and a big part of him had long since resigned to this grim statistic. Now though, things have changed. Now there's someone to come home to. Someone who doesn't want to use or hurt him but just wants him as he is. Someone who wants him to be more careful, rest more, smile more, tell her about his childhood and opinions and ideas, his hopes and dreams. Someone who loves him not for what he can do but for what he believes and feels. Now it's just a matter of proving his younger self wrong and if James is anything, he's a fighter- especially when he's got something to fight for.

He really saw me, thought I was cute/ asked me to the local pub then and there while visiting my store and was like "Yeah I'll try to take her home and then probably never talk to her again/never come to this bookstore lol" and then got a lifetime friend and lover instead<3

I know the Canon says XYZ (you know it- I can't bring myself to even type it) but I politely and firmly said "No<3" to it and decided that anything past Skyfall doesn't happen; we meet a little before Spectre. We're just friends for a couple months and during then, he still goes out, gets a girl and loses her (which he tells me about- it's depressing how often that happens and of course I'm going to comfort him about it) gets knocked around, saves the day, and comes home to me for me to patch him up and ask him to come to the museum with me / ask about his opinion on the most recent book he's bought from me.

At some point, he properly asks me to date him (something he has Zero idea on how to do but he's a quick learner) and I accept :')

After Skyfall James gets a platinum blonde golden retriever puppy and names her Karat, makes me her co-parent to keep her while he's on missions, and eventually retires to start up his own business of teaching self defense because you can take the boy out of MI6 but you can't take the MI6 out of the boy <3

Also I'm just !! I really like the tag I made for him, "from london with love | bond" bc of the callback to the old 007 movie "From Russia, with Love" but also bc I'm there in London waiting for him every time he's away with a full (if not worried) heart :')

Stars that was a lot but thank you so much for asking ;------;!!! If you've any other questions I'd absolutely be happy to answer! I know i wanna try drawing him soon :') It's just nice to have it all out on my blog instead of just in my head; the whole thing is just very domestic/ comforting / relaxing for his sake- he goes through so much hell and I want to provide him relief y'know... ;----;?

Be prepared Dex my King! I'm going to come ask you about you and your James and y'all's version in your inbox ✨♥️👑!!!!

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 02 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.2 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Facing It Together

“Hi.” You mutter, feeling a little pathetic.

“Hi, beautiful.” The man softly says, walking closer to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“I...” Your hopes are suddenly crushed. You thought you'd recognize him, but you didn't. He's a stranger. “I don't remember you. I'm sorry.” You start crying again, sobbing, unable to look at Keanu. There's a pressure in your chest, like your own heart is being destroyed, and your head hurts so bad it makes you want to throw up. “I'm so sorry.”

“Hey, hey. Calm down.”

His voice is a distant sound as your body is shaken by the sobs, and you hide your face with both hands. “I'm so sorry.” You repeat, defeated and lost. Because this is how you feel now. Completely, ultimately lost.

You're tired of looking inside yourself and finding nothing but a void. No memories, no familiar faces, nothing. It's like you're an empty vessel, stripped away from everything you once were, everything you grew to be. You feel the mattress moving, and hands grabbing your wrists gently, pulling them away from your face. “Don't apologize,” Keanu says, and you can't control yourself. This man is everything you have, the only person from your life that you have around. Whatever this is, wherever this leads, you need him. Biting back a sob, you throw your arms around his neck, holding on to him like you holding on to dear life.

“I-if you want to divorce me, it's ok.” The words flow out, a little confusing, too fast. You can't put him through it, it's not fair. “I can't ask you to deal with this, I...” Still, you don't find it in you to let go of him just yet. And that's when you feel his arms embracing you, strongly holding you against his chest, and it just makes you cry even more. “It's alright if you want to leave me.”

“(Y/N), listen.” Keanu pulls away, and you reluctantly let go. But he remains close, his face once a few inches away from yours as a hand comes to caress your cheek. “I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together, you and I.” Blinking to push some tears off, you stare into his dark eyes. “I promise you.”

“But I–”

“No buts.” He cuts you short, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I'm right here with you and we'll go through this together.”

“Alright.” You mumble, feeling as Keanu dries off some tears with his thumb. “I'm so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, none of this is your fault.” He's still speaking when a nurse comes in.

“Excuse me. I'm here to help (Y/N) shower. And Dr. Harris asked to see you, Mr. Reeves.” She says, showing off a small smile.

You don't want him to go, but you can't ask him to stay. So you watch as he stands up, looking down before sighing. “I'll see what Dr. Harris wants. But I'll be back, I promise.”

Nodding, you keep your eyes on him until he leaves. But Keanu gives you one last look, along with a smile before heading out of the room.

The psychologist goes through the same things they've been talking about since Keanu agreed to this. The backstory, how to deal with headaches, confusing questions, everything. It takes hours and he's annoyed, mind wandering through the hospital, all the way back to her room.

Keanu's heart is broken. He never saw anyone suffering that much. He never saw someone who felt utterly, impossibly lost. If there was a way, it doesn't matter how much it would cost, to bring her memories back, he'd pay for it. If only medicine was that advanced.

“Mr. Reeves?”

“Huh?” He asks, raising his eyes from his hands up to Dr. Harris again.

“Is everything set at your place? We're planning on discharging her by next week. As long as the baby is alright.”

“And who will tell her about the pregnancy?” Keanu inquires, leaning forward on the table. “I think she should know it sooner rather than later.”

“You, as her husband, should be the one to tell the news.”

“Of course.” He couldn't help but feel guilty, like he's toying with her life. It isn't fair, but her reaction just a while ago changed his mind. It convinced him that the doctors were right. (Y/N) needs him, and it doesn't matter if they're both complete strangers, he feels it in his heart that this is the right thing to do. If he's willing to pay any amount of money to help her get better, he can do this too. And he will. “When can I tell her?”

“Whenever you feel like it. We're counting on you to set the pace in this. Soon enough you'll be very close, and your reports will help us find the right treatments along the way.”

He nods, despite thinking he'll be doing their job. Keanu is not a doctor, and he's not comfortable with this lie. It's too huge, too cruel to trick her like this. He's a confusion of feelings. Maybe he could've found a way to tell her the truth. That he found her, brought her here, and would stay by her side until everything is alright. But now, the damage is already done, and Keanu can't bring himself to break through this. Not now. Not after he saw how desperate she was.

Their talking went on for hours, until late at night. (Y/N) is already sleeping, they told him, so he took his time to go back home, eat something, shower and sleep for a couple of hours. It was still dark when he gets back to the hospital, silently walking into her room. The hospital gown she's wearing now is light blue instead of white, he doesn't know why. Careful, he stands next to her, looking down at her face. (Y/N) is pretty, more than that actually, and despite telling himself not to see her this way, struggling not to find her beautiful given the situation, he can't. A small smile crosses his lips as he moves to the couch in the corner, taking a seat. He'll wait, patiently, for her to wake up. As a true husband would.

You make your way back to consciousness slowly, with a persistent headache. It doesn't seem like it'll leave you alone, said the nurse, not for a while. You also feel dizzy, and the hospital room spins around even though you're secure in the bed.

“Shit.” You mutter, tightly closing your eyes once again, hoping it'll help.

“Something wrong?” The voice startles you, eyes opening and your attention being claimed by him. Keanu is here, making his way over you, looking worried.

“I'm just dizzy.” You explain, trying to move into a sitting position. But Keanu stops you, a hand on your shoulder.

“Keep still until it passes.”

“Alright.” Suddenly feeling nervous, you look away from him, clearing your throat. “I guess it's normal. Giving my... Condition.”

“Actually, (Y/N)...” His tone changes, and it makes you brave enough to stare at him again. Keanu seems uncertain, like he's fighting against himself.

“What is it?” Anxious, you push yourself up, ignoring how your sore body complains. “I-is it bad?”

“No, it isn't.” With his voice softer, he sits on the bed, taking both your hands in his. Furrowing your eyebrows, you decide not to pull them away. He's your husband after all, he must be used to this kind of affection. “(Y/N), you're... We're expecting a child.”

Gasping, your eyes go wide, a hand covering your mouth. “What?” You mutter, tears filling your eyes again. Looking down at your stomach, which is flat, you furrow your eyebrows. “A-are you sure? It doesn't look like it.”

“You're only five weeks pregnant. But soon enough it'll start to show.” Unable to control yourself, you start crying all over again, sobs shaking your body. “Hey, it's alright.”

Once again, you hug him, arms around his neck. You can't help it. If you thought your condition was delicate, complicated, it only got worse. You don't remember anything about yourself, you don't even remember your husband, and now there's a baby in the mix. “W-what and I going to do?” You cry, feeling his arms around you. “I-I don't–”

“We'll do it together, sweetheart,” Keanu says, his voice as soft as silk. You do need him, more than you thought you did. This is something you can't do by yourself. Your whole body hurts as you shake a little, hiding your face from Keanu's neck.

Slowly, you stop crying, allowing Keanu to calm you down, a hand rubbing the small of your back. A couple of minutes after, you pull away, a little embarrassed for breaking down like this. Again. Reaching out for the remote control, you push the buttons until the bed allows you to rest your back while still on a sitting position. Keanu fixes your pillow, and you mutter a ‘thank you’. “So...” You start, a hand on your stomach. “Did we plan it? Or is he or she an accident?” You ask, meeting his dark, deep eyes, voice still low and weak.

There's something in his eyes, something you can't quite place. “We planned it.”

“How long have we been married?” You burst out, a hand still on your stomach. It's a weird feeling to know there's a new life growing in there.

“A year and two months.” Keanu quickly answers.

“Alright.” You whisper, your eyes falling on his hand. Taking a deep breath, you take it, placing it on your belly. His hand is a lot bigger than yours, and your skin warms up under his touch. It hits you suddenly that it must be weird, since Keanu doesn't move. So you sink a little, looking down. “I-I'm sorry. You don't have to.”

“That's not it.” It seems like he was snapped out of his thoughts, and he leans forward a little, his eyes going to where his hand is. “I don't want to make you uncomfortable, that's all.” He breathes out, his thumb moving a little, a small smile crossing his lips.

Laying both your hands on top of his, you sigh. “Keanu, how... How did we meet?”

There's an awkward change in his expression, and he removes his hand from your stomach. “Well, I'm an actor. We met at an airport.”

“An actor? Really?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you chuckle. Looking like this, it's not much of a surprise.

“Yes.” He giggles at your expression. “You weren't really into movies, so you didn't recognize me at first. We started chatting, I asked for your number and you gave it to me.”

“...You're a little older than me, aren't you? If you don't mind me asking.” You couldn't help but notice. Keanu is very handsome, breathtaking really, but he's certainly older. In his forties, probably.

“Uhm...” He clears his throat, restless. “Yes, I'm something around two decades older than you.” Keanu avoids your eyes, looking down at his hands. You wish you could read his thoughts, and you hope you didn't hurt him in any way. “How do you feel about that?”

“I don't know.” Shrugging your shoulders, you curse yourself for saying that. This must be hard for him too, seeing you like this. Having his pregnant wife seeing him as a complete stranger. “Are we... Are we in love with each other? I mean... Do we love each other? Is our marriage good?” You don't know exactly what you're asking, but you need to know how's your relationship. You hope it's good. You hope you're not stuck in an unhappy marriage. But, in your favor, Keanu is treating you nicely, and since the pregnancy was planned, things are probably fine between you two.

“Yes, beautiful,” Keanu assures you, kind eyes as a hand comes to caress your cheek. “We're completely in love. We have been since the beginning and nothing changed. It only got stronger.”

This makes you smile. At least you had a good life before, and hopefully, you'll remember it. You'll remember him. “That's good.” You mutter, and his hand comes to your stomach once again.

“It is.” Keanu smiles too, softly and kind. It still feels weird to have him touching you, but you keep in mind that he's your husband. And you've been hurting him enough already with all this.

“Thank you for... Everything. And I'm sorry for... Driving recklessly and putting myself in this situation on the first place.” If your condition had screwed up your life alone, that's one thing. But there's someone else in this, and a child too. You'll never apologize enough.

“Stop it. None of this is your fault and we'll deal with whatever comes together. I promise you.” Keanu leans closer, and you freeze a little, a burning sensation on your core when you feel his lips placing a soft kiss on your forehead. But you manage to stay calm, offering him a small smile. “I'm with you, alright? You won't be alone through this process, or during your pregnancy.”

“Thank you.” You can't help but repeat, feeling less lonely than felt when you woke up.

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[magalidragon]

Silent Shadows | Chapter 14: the journey | a teaser

"How are things with you and Arsehole?"

That was pretty not at all subtle. She rolled her eyes. "Arsehole?"

Arya shrugged. "He's been a total toolbox the last few days, I wanted your take on why." She wagged her tongue and eyebrows. "You not putting out or something?"

"Arya!"

"What? Maybe he just needs to get laid."

She rolled her eyes, her turn now to be irritated. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the exam table, wrestling with telling Arya the full truth. It wasn't like she didn't know. By now, six months after she'd gone to Essos for her surgery, things had shifted, enough so that the ones closest to her and Jon were fully aware of them.

It had gone around town rather quickly, the vet moving in with the deaf wolf owner. It took a few months, her possessions slowly migrating from the apartment above the office to Jon's house-- their house-- until one morning Jon just asked her flat out if she wanted to move in. He had been very Jon about it all.

He was brushing his teeth, while she washed her face, side-by-side sinks, very domestic, and after he spit out the toothpaste, met her gaze in the mirror and signed: "Do you live here now? If not, you should." Then he turned around and walked out.

Dany raked her fingers through her hair, letting it fall out of the messy braid she'd tugged it into that morning, in a rush to get out and to the clinic in time for her first appointment. The distance between the house and the clinic had been the only thing she didn't much care for when it came to moving in with Jon. She began to rebraid her hair, quietly speaking to Arya. "It's jus tbeen hard, the last few months."

"I know," Arya murmured.

They were referring to Ghost's attack, the terrifying moment when they thought that all would be lost. She had been more scared than any moment in her life combined, focusing on every ounce of training in her bones, healing the animal that gave her loved one his voice. Without him, Jon could not speak, and with everything else in their life, losing Ghost was not an option.

Thank the gods that had not happened, he was recovering well, still weak and slow, but healing. So was Jon, his heart having been ripped from his body at the sight of his beloved companion bleeding in the snow, and lying in the operating room while she stitched him together. They had been through too much to let it get to them, but it had been exhausting.

Six months of constant upheaval, they were still there. She figured Jon was allowed a few days to be an arsehole, even if it pissed off Arya. "I told him I didn't want to do another round yet," she mumbled, digging her toe into a groove in the tile. It was aged, desperately needing replacing, just another thing on her 'to do' list.

Coat rustling, Arya moved back from the window, and went over to stand next to her, lightly touching her hand. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"It is what it is, you know?" The surgery had been successful, Mel said, removing scar tissue and other adhesions, and so with the first round they hoped it would take, but she was prepared for the worst. It hadn't, which had been devastating for them both.

She blamed herself for getting Jon's hopes up too. He was all in, from the moment he'd appeared in that hospital hallway to the way he'd 'artfully' proposed he'd be her donor. They didn't speak much about another round, until two months later, and that hadn't worked. This time she was saving up for another go, knowing Jon could afford it but not wanting his trust fund to be depleted because her stupid body couldn't do the one thing that it should do as a female.

Arya quirked her lip. "It just isn't time. Ghost's attack, moving in together...perhaps it's for the best right now."

"Yeah, I tell myself that too." They didn't bother to prevent it, didn't stop, but she was growing weary of 'scheduling' their lovemaking to when it was most conducive to pregnancy. She chewed her bottom lip, thinking of the box that was in her bag, waiting for when she went home, just in case. She was late. Maybe this time...

She didn't want to tell Arya just yet. She didn't even want to tell Jon. Sometimes she didn't even want to tell herself. It was a constant struggle. She chewed on her bottom lip a moment and then forced a smile, when Arya gave her a furrowed frown. "I'm fine," she lied.

"Uh-huh."

Of course Arya would not believe her. She was so protective. It was a blessing and a curse. She patted her hand, reassuring. "Seriously. Things will be fine. We're also getting used to things."

"Like what? Can I help? Gendry moving in with me was the weirdest thing ever. I thought I knew all his strange habits but then..." Ayra shuddered. "Men."

Dany laughed. She shrugged and knelt down to pet Lady, needing something to do with her hands. "Oh just all kinds of things. I had to get a sleep mask for his light alarm. Learning how to approach him so I don't scare him. Sometimes the silence can be a lot. I don't watch much TV but it's odd."

"He doesn't care about that, you know."

"I know, but I do." There were also the flashing lights on the microwave, the oven, and some other assistive devices she hadn't realized were even there until she moved in. Strobe lights in place of smoke and carbon monoxide detectors. Red blinking light over the door if someone was there, motion detected. There was also a vibrating device in the bed, she'd discovered, that could be hooked up to alarms to wake him, but he didn't use it.

"Freaks me out sometimes," he signed, when she asked why not. He smiled lecherously. "But we can find an alternative use for it."

Jon, always the resourceful one.

She clipped Lady's leash to her harness, standing and passing it over to Arya. "Then there's just the weird habits. You're right, men are weird."

"Jon has to be the weirdest."

"I don't know about that, but he does have some quirks." He hated laundry, waited way too long to do it, and it drove her insane. There was also the way he sometimes 'pretended' not to hear when she knew damn well he'd seen her signing, feigning surprise when she asked why he wasn't 'listening.' Usually when it was related to chores. Otherwise they had settled into a routine.

Arya walked out of the room with her, allowing Lady to lead the way to the door. "Well if you ever need a drink, let me know. Tormund misses you."

"I know, I have to stop by and see him."

"Rickon also says he wrote a song about you, he wants to send it to you, but needs your email." Arya rolled her eyes. "I shudder to think what he says in it."

Dany laughed. She liked Rickon and it seemed Rhaegar did as well. He had connections to the music industry in Essos and was looking into getting RIckon's band a few gigs. "I'll let Rhae know."

"Your hottie brother is so weird."

"Ew! He is not a hottie!"

Arya shrugged. "Sansa has a crush on him, don't tell her I told you that."

Dany pretended to gag, opening the door for Arya and Lady. She gestured for her to leave, with a flourish. "And with that, I bid you farewell. I also need to burn out my eyes, because my brother is not hot." Annoying and melancholy, yes. Hot? No way.

"Whatever. I think he's hot."

"Arya!" She made a face, sticking out her tongue. "Well, then let me tell you that your cousin is super hot and kept me up all night long last night with his..."

"Ew! Shut up!" Arya slapped her hands over her ears, closing her eyes tight. "La, la, la, la!"

She smirked. "Two can play that game."

"Goodbye bitch."

"Later." She made another face and waved, Lady hopping off excitedly towards the truck. She leaned against the door frame a moment longer, watching Arya drive away. It was nice to have someone close. Someone to joke with when things got tough. Her friendship with Arya had been a constant for her to rely on during her time in the North, even during those hard times with Jon. Missandei was so far away. Even if Dany was still trying to convince her to move there, her best friend hadn't budged, citing the cold was too much for her.

After a few minutes, she closed the door and flicked the sign, closing up for the Friday afternoon. Gilly had already left, to go deal with some sort of school drama involving her sons. Dany finished up and did some paperwork, trying to distract herself from what lay ahead at home

#jonerys #jonerys au #my fics #my moodboards #jonerys fanfic #silent shadows #coming soon #a ‘look at me’ post as someone once called these

[sery-chan-13]

Knowing You Again

Chapter 6 of '100 Promises'

Chapter 5 | Chapter 7

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any

"Wow this place is amazing! So many games!" You awed, amazed by the amount of games and the lights. "Yeah, it's not anything like the one I went to on break, but since I can't take you there yet, I thought here would be good," he explained. "Thank you!" You exclaimed, hugging him and jumping up and down. He laughed, "Ok, ok. Calm down! What game do you want to play first?" You looked around, seeing all the different games, the people rushing from the machines and back. And you saw one that wasn't being used. You lead him over to it. "This one?" You asked. He nodded, and you two began on the game.

You walked into the grand lobby of the hotel, and sat on one of the waiting chairs. You watched in curiosity as people filed in their groups, cheering and laughing. Even if they'd lost a member, they were happy to be alive. A relief that it wasn't them. Maybe it was that everyone here had begun to accept their new reality. It made you smile in the slightest, that not all the people here were weak and useless. "Hey there new girl," someone said from besides you. "Hi Chishiya," you greeted without even turning to look besides you. "Hm? Attentive," he said. You didn't have to look to know he was smirking. "No, your voice is just very distinctive. It's soft, but also a very condescending undertone in it. Give people the illusion you know more than them," you stated, finally looking at him. "The hell did you study in college?" He asked with a laugh. "Major in forensics, minor in psychology. I'm pretty good at psychological mind fucking," you stated. He smiled, looking up. "Mind fucking? That's how I know you're friends with that idiot," he said. "Idiot? Niragi? No way. He studied game programming and engineering, and is 20 times smarter than anyone I've ever met," you said, surprised anyone could call him an idiot. How much did he change in the borderlands? Even then, his intelligence wouldn't have faded. So what did he do? "Hmm... maybe I'll change your opinion. You haven't met someone like me before," he said, looking at you. His eyes stared back into your own. It was like he was seeing into your soul, trying to really read into you. "I like a challenge. Impress me," you stated, a smirk playing on your lips. "Will do. Your friend is up on the roof for his patrol. I'll see you later at the pool. Kuina is quite fond of you. You two get along well," Chishiya said, walking off. You stood up, walking over to the grand stair case.

"I haven't slept in 4 days... gods help me," you groaned, running your hands up through your hair, it getting stuck from the knots. "Fuck me... SUGU! ARE YOU ALIVE?" you yelled. You heard a groan in response. He came out of his room, his hair sticking up every which way, his glasses were crooked on his face, and there were dark eyebags under his eyes. "I think... I think I'm alive..." he said. He was almost falling asleep standing up. "You need to take a nap," you suggested, standing up and walking over to him, yawning and rubbing your eyes. "No, I need to finish my project, you need a nap," he said, as you fixed his glasses. He could see that you were also running on no sleep. The dark eyebags under your eyes, your messed up tangled hair. It was different to say the least. You always looked nice, but college said no, please fuck up your sleep schedule to get this project done for me. Oh, and it a worth 75% of your grade! He hated school, but enjoyed what he was studying. Your projects took longer, and we're a bit gross at times, seeing as you had to take both forensics and psychology classes. "How about coffee instead then? I have a project to finish too..." you said, combing his hair out with your fingers, making it lay flat once more. "That sounds nice..." he muttered, the sensation of you playing with his hair almost making him fall asleep on the spot. "Yeah, I don't think you drinking that many energy drinks is healthy. Or not sleeping for four days. Let me get dressed, fix my hair, and we can head out, yeah?" You scolded at first, softening your tone.

"You look like shit," he insulted as you two walked to a coffee shop. "You're one to talk. When was the last time you washed your hair? Who are you, Snape?" You joked back, knowing his hatred for the character. 'He treated a kid like absolute shit because the kid's dad used to bully him in school. Oh, and his obsession with a girl who just saw him as a friend, but we're not going to talk about it.' He always said that when you asked him about why he hated Snape. It was funny to you because you had never met someone besides yourself that had that much genuine hatred towards a fictional character. "Ew, compare to anyone but him. Anyone," he said, genuinely grossed out by the fact you'd compared him to that character. "You really should take care of yourself more though. I need you to last me my whole life dude," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Mhm, if I remember correctly, promise 40 was if we were still 28 and we were single, we'd marry each other," he chuckled. You laughed. "Well, yeah. We keep our promises, you got that?" You said, punching his shoulder. "Ow, what was that for!" He whined, laughing. "I don't know. I don't want to go back to that apartment. I need to stay out of that, school is just... taking a toll on me. When we finish school and get jobs, I hope it's easier... Let's go on an adventure today," you said, leaning onto him. He thought for a bit. His project was almost done, and it was due in three days. He was running on no sleep, 5 energy drinks a day, and the occasional coffee you brought him.. Taking time off for you was worth it. He could finish the project tomorrow. You were worth that and more to him. "Sure what kind of adventure?"

"A little birdie told me you'd be up here," you said once you had opened the door to the roof. He turned around, facing you. "Really? Let me guess, Chishiya?" He stated. . He had his gun slung over his shoulder, and looked around boredly. You nodded. "How was your game?" You asked, going over, and sitting on the edge of the roof. He went over, sitting by you. "It went great. I'm alive, aren't I?" He stated sarcastically. You sighed, seeing as you were right. You had sensed it last night, but now it was more obvious. The games had changed him. For better or worse, you didn't know yet. "Mmm... and are the games any way to treat me differently? Because I'll hit you right now if you say yes," you threatened, glaring at him. He noticed your anger, but he guessed it could also be sadness. He'd left you alone for... how long had you said? 6 months? He didn't remember being gone for that long. Maybe time ran differently in the Borderlands than it did in the real world?

"No, it's not. Just know that I'm not going to act the same around you. I have a reputation here," he said, staring out. A light breeze brushed across the roof. A reputation? Well, you had noticed not many people coming up to talk to you all day. You heard whispers of 'that's the girl Niragi brought in. We should stay away from her.' So you assumed people feared Niragi. But you were curious. You know what they say, Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. "Tell me about it then. Tell me everything that's happened. All the good, all the bad, I want to know. So spill," you said. He sighed. He didn't want to tell you. A part of him was confused about it. He wasn't proud of the things he did, but on the other hand, he wasn't ashamed of them. The only thing stopping him was the fact that you were the only person who's opinion he cared about. The only person he had his whole life who cared about him the way he cared about them. You were the only reason he wasn't completely alone. "You want to know? Why?" He asked, putting up a defensive front. You shook your head, noticing it almost immediately. He had built walls in the games, you could tell. But that wasn't going to stop you. "Because you're my best friend,and I thought you had died. Because I want to know what you've been doing here? How'd you get such a high rank? When did you learn how to shoot? What's your specialty of the card games? Is it fun? Have you killed anyone?" You asked, going off on a small tangent. "Ok... let's do this. I've been playing the games, I got a high rank by playing the games, learned how to shoot here in the borderlands, surprisingly enough it's almost like shooting in a video game, my specialty are diamond games, yes it's extreme fun, and yes I have," he answered. You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. You had a suspicion there was worse he'd done, but you didn't want to know. He could keep it to himself until he felt comfortable to tell you. It felt like before, in a way... When you two would sit on the roof of some apartment complex down the street and watch the stars. Where your worries would go away, and you didn't have to worry about being the perfect daughter or the bullies. You were just (Y/N) and Niragi, the two kids. Because that's what you had been. Kids. When everything happened, you were kids. No kids should have been treated like how you two had been treated.

''I can't believe they broke your glasses," you muttered under your breath, brushing his hair out of his face. His bullies had gotten him while you were cleaning the classroom after class. He waited outside, but they decided to rough him up. The had beaten him up pretty badly. You had cleaned up the cuts and blood as much as you could, but it didn't change the fact his glasses were broken."It's fine..." he said, not wanting to look you in the eyes. "It's not fine, Sugu. You need your glasses, and glasses are expensive. Plus your dad..." you trailed off, seeing his hands beginning to shake. "Don't remind me..." he whispered. You hugged him, and whispered back, "You'll be ok. I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, (N/N)."

"But I have to. Promise 1, we promise to keep each other safe, remember?"

He sighed, and nodded. You were scared for him. You knew somehow, you'd get roped into it. You looked up at him, seeing him pick at the cement on the roof. "Eventually... we're going to have to go back. We can't stay here the whole night," he said. You frowned. "I don't want to go back. We should run away. Just the two off us."

"(L/N)?" Someone called out from behind you two. You turned to face the person. It was Ann. "Hatter would like to see you... Alone."

#alice in borderland #niragi #niragi×reader #plot is getting kind of weird now but ill fix it