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jenstar1992-2 · 4 years ago

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May I please request an older!Captain Rex x reader drabble where you're married and there with Rex, Gregor and Wolffe when Ezra and the rebels come to Rex for help?

Ask and you shall receive. 😊 Here it is, took me a minute to start writing again, but I finally got around to it. I know this is not really a drabble, I didn’t start out with the intention on making it long, especially not THIS long, but here we are. It's been a good minute since I last wrote anything so hopefully this is ok, and I hope you like it. Also, sorry it went a bit off the rails there, did not mean for it to get so angsty and junk, but my brain was going, and my fingers just kept typing, tried to end it happy though so… yeah.

Trust

Pairing: Older! Rex X Fem! reader

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of order 66, reader being very protective of her boys, feels all around really, a bunch of married couple fluff (not really a warning, just wanted to mention it), it does get a little saucy at the end, nothing crazy, more talk than anything else

Word Count: 11,113

"We've got company", you hear Gregor say as he eyes the screen in front of him. You stand from your seat and make your way over to him.

"What is it", you ask, looking over his shoulder to inspect the image on the screen for yourself.

"Looks like an auxiliary starfighter of some kind."

"What's it doing out here?"

"I'm more concerned about who's inside it", Rex says from behind you. You turn to face your husband, giving him a curious look.

"Who the hell would be all the way out here? We're in the middle of nowhere", you say, holding your arms out and gesturing to the space around you before folding them at your chest.

"Exactly, who in their right mind would land in the middle of nowhere, and conveniently right in our path."

"You think it's something we should be worried about?"

"Don't know, just seems a bit suspicious is all", he says, lifting his hand to his chin, rubbing it with his index finger in thought.

There's a short moment of silence before you break it. "Well", you say with a little clap of your hands to break Rex out of his thoughts and bring him back to reality. "Let's check it out, who knows, maybe their friendly." You walk to the door and look back to the three men, giving them a smile and waiting for them to follow.

Wolffe chuckled and shook his head. "Ah (Y/N), always the optimist." His comment making you smile a little wider.

"Hey, it's gotten me this far", you say with a little shrug.

They all chuckle at that as they move to join you by the door. Wolffe and Gregor each grabbing their weapons on the way. You give them a confused look before Wolffe states, "Just in case."

You smile and nod, absentmindedly placing your hands to your hips, where they ghost over your lightsabers that you keep strapped there. You didn't know why you kept them on, it's not like you ever used them, never had to after coming to this deserted planet, where nothing much ever happens. But you kept them there, if for no other reason than it just felt wrong not having them on you. Your lightsabers were an extension of yourself after all, at least that's what your master taught you. As you reach to open the door, your hand gets caught in a gentle grip. You turn, raising your eyebrow at Rex who only offers you a soft smile. "I'll go first cyar'ika."

A small grin forms on your lips. "As always", you reply, moving aside to let him take the lead. As he passes you, he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Yep, always", he confirms before opening the door and walking out into the bright sunlight, you and the other two men right behind him.

You walk up to the railing and gaze down warily at the group that had just exited the starfighter. "It's a bunch of old geezers, well mostly old geezers", one of them says, a lasat from the looks of him.

"Well- armed old geezers", the Mandalorian girl adds.

"What do you want", Rex asks, sounding a bit gruffer than usual. You guessed he was trying to sound more intimidating. You would've laughed if you weren't also trying keep a serious front.

"We're looking for someone", responded the man in the group.

"Well, that's too bad, cause there's nobody out here", Rex says while leaning on the railing.

The boy speaks up next and asks, "Hey, uh, does the number 7567 mean anything to you?" You all straighten simultaneously.

"What did you just say", you asked, a small ball of anger beginning in your chest.

"Uh, I said 7567", the boy responded.

You looked over to Rex who still had his gaze set on the group below. "Well, that's my birth number", he tells them.

You see the man's eyes light up with recognition, like he's had a realization. "They're clones", he says angrily. He then pulls out a lightsaber and ignites it, stepping in front of the others.

"It's the jedi, they've come for revenge", you hear Wolffe say from your right before he fires a few shots at the man, who blocks them easily. You then see the man take a few more steps forward, looking like he wanted to jump up to your level and take you all out, but you weren't about to let him get that far. Acting on instinct, you grabbed your sabers from your hips and jumped down to the ground, landing just a few feet from him, your sabers igniting as soon as your feet hit the dirt. You stood in a defensive stance, ready to attack if he made even a single wrong move.

"I wouldn't if I were you", you told him in a tone that said you weren't messing around.

"She's a jedi", the boy said from behind the man, surprise clear in his voice.

"Stand down troopers, that's an order", you heard Rex bark from above. "(Y/N)", he then said in a softer tone. You knew what he wanted, but you were far from relenting, you needed to keep your men safe.

"Not gonna happen", you responded, still not taking your eyes off the man in front of you.

"Kanan stop, we have to trust them remember?" The boy seemed to be trying to reason with the man. You continued to glare at him, an action which he reciprocated. You stayed like that for a few more seconds until you heard your name being called again, even more gently than before.

"Please cyare, put them away", Rex calls down, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible. He knows all you need is a little push to send you over the edge at this point. You were always like this when anyone or anything threatened the safety of your men, you'd been that way for as long as he’d known you and he didn't see that ever changing. Not that he didn't respect the hell out of you for it. He and his brothers always appreciated the way you defended them with such vigor. However, Rex also knew that this wasn't the time for that. Something told him that they should be trying to make friends in this situation, instead of starting a fight.

"Not until he does", you finally reply.

The boy puts a hand on the man's shoulder, giving him a pleading look. Kanan sighs before deactivating his lightsaber and returning it to his hip. He then looks at you expectantly. You regard him for a few more moments before you too put your sabers away. Once you re-attached them, you turned and jumped back up to your original position, grabbing the railing and easily pulling yourself up and over it, before coming to stand beside your husband. You cross your arms over your chest, still feeling a bit defensive. Rex could feel your tension and responded by wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you closer to his side, feeling you relax just a bit.

The boy took this opportunity to make his introductions. "My name's Ezra. This is Kanan. That's Sabine and Zeb", he said while pointing out each of his comrades. "It's nice to meet you, 7567."

Rex felt you stiffen a bit in his grasp. You hated when anyone referred to him by his number and not his name. It had started as a pet peeve, but as time went on you just saw it as downright disrespectful and then it just straight up pissed you off. Rex knew this and it was just one of the millions of reasons he loved you so much. He could feel you prickling up with anger again. He moved the hand holding your waist to your hip and gave it a light squeeze in an attempt to calm the storm brewing inside you. This was your way of telling each other that everything was okay and not to be upset, light squeezes or soft touches, usually followed by a reassuring look. After this he again felt you start to calm. It was crazy the affect you two had on each other, it was damn near magic.

"Actually, my name is Rex. Captain, 501st Clone Battalion. Meet Commanders Gregor and Wolffe", Rex introduced the men standing behind you before looking to you, pulling you to him in a tighter one-armed embrace, "and this beautiful ball of fire is our General, (Y/F/N, Y/L/N). I know she seems a bit rough around the edges, but once you get to know her, you'll find she's pretty amazing." You looked to Rex after your introduction to notice him looking at you with an expression of pride, like he had just showed off his most prized possession, which in a way, you were. Rex never had much, but he always had you, and that's all he ever wanted. Your love and adoration were all he needed to feel as though he had a fulfilling life. Something he reminded you of on more than one occasion. You couldn't help but smile back at him, that same adoration clearly visible in your gaze.

You both were brought back to the present when you heard Ezra's voice addressing you. "We were sent by Ahsoka", he told you. Your ears perked up at the mention of your friend, turning to look at the boy.

"Ahsoka?"

Rex grinned. "Ahsoka Tano. We fought by her side from the battle of Christophsis to the siege of Mandalore", he said reminiscently.

"A friend of Ahsoka's is a friend of ours", you said, finally offering the group a genuine smile. Ezra smiled back, glad to see the fighting was over.

***

You and the boys had decided to help the crew of the Ghost to find a place to set up their rebel base. You could tell they were grateful for your help, most of them anyway. Kanan still seemed to distrust your little squad. When you thought about it you couldn't totally blame him. From what you could tell, Kanan was a young man, which meant that he would've still been a young padawan near the end of the clone wars, which also meant that he had to endure the horror that was Order 66 at a young age. You remember how terrible it had been for you, Ahsoka, and Rex. Not to mention the countless others who had to watch their allies, their friends turn on them, not knowing why. You had felt their pain, their fear, their feeling of betrayal, all before they were silenced. Then there were the clones who had their chips removed and had been traumatized at what they had almost done, what most of their brothers did do, even if it was out of their control. It took a heavy toll on all of you, and even though so much time had passed, it still hurt like hell. So yeah, you could understand his feelings, but if you were going to all work together successfully, then he had to lay some of that aside and learn to trust you, and the clones. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you figured it couldn't hurt to try and talk to him.

You were walking topside on your way to the Phantom for what you knew was going to be an uncomfortable talk, at best. As you approached the vessel you saw Rex standing by its entrance talking to whoever was inside. "We all have a choice", he said as you reached his position. He then turned to walk away, stopping after a few steps when he saw you standing there. He had a saddened expression that made your heart hurt, but before you could ask what was wrong, he walked past you, only stopping for a moment to bring your forehead to his, a gesture that meant he wasn't okay, but he would be. You nodded and let him leave, then turned to continue your little mission.

As you walked to the entrance of the phantom Ezra emerged, giving you a sad smile before passing you to join the rest of his crew up front. Once he was gone you focused your attention on Kanan who was facing away from you, fiddling with his lightsaber. "Hey", you called, trying to sound like you weren't still a little pissed at him.

"Hi", he said, rather unenthusiastically.

"Well, aren't you all warm a fuzzy", you said sarcastically.

"Can I help you with something, because if not then please leave me be, I have things to do." You rolled your eyes. This was going to be harder than you thought.

"Mm, yeah, that seems real important", you say, pointing to the saber in his hand that he had been detaching and re- attaching the same piece on for the past minute. He gave you a look over his shoulder, but you ignored it continuing. "Anyway, I was hoping we could talk."

"About what?"

You crossed your arms. "You know what." He just continued his mindless fiddling, so you sighed and went on. "Look, I understand your feelings towards the clones, I even understand your feelings towards me, but if we're going to work together here then you need to put all that aside, even if it's just for the time being. Do you think you could do that?" You looked at him with a sympathetic, yet hopeful look.

"Put it aside, put it aside?" His voice had raised to where he was just short of yelling at you. "How do you suggest I do that, huh? Maybe to you the war was a long time ago, but to me it feels like it could've been yesterday. The pain is still fresh to me, I can't forget it or set it aside as I please, it's always there and it always will be. I can't just sit here and act like I'm okay when everything here reminds of that awful day, the day I lost my master, the one time she needed me most and I couldn't save her. How can I put it aside when every time I turn around here I see the faces that murdered her?” That was it, that was what tore the last piece of patience from you.

"ENOUGH!" He froze, obviously not expecting the amount of anger that now radiated off you in waves. "Listen, you son of a bitch, I've tried to be patient, I've tried to be understanding, hell, I tried to be genuinely nice to you, but clearly you don't respond to nice, so this is how it's gonna go." You grabbed him by the front of his shirt and brought his face only inches from yours. "You are going to buck the kriff up and get over your bantha shit until this is over, and if you hurt or disrespect my men again, you won't be leaving this planet intact, do I make myself clear?" You made sure to emphasize those last five words.

He looked at you, still shocked, for a moment before narrowing his eyes and giving you a bitter, "Yes Ma'am."

You instantly released your grip, letting him go. "Good, as long as we're on the same page, you can go back to your 'oh so important' work." You made you way back to the door but stopped just as your one foot passed the threshold. You turned slightly before saying in a low voice, "You know, you’re not the only one that lost people that day." You paused as so many faces flashed through your mind, all the friends you lost, even ones before the end of the war, all the faces that plagued your thoughts so often. "Survivor’s guilt is a hell of a thing, believe me, I know... we all know", and that's all you left him with before you quickly made your exit, desperately trying to keep the tears at bay, you weren't about to show him that kind of weakness in you, not when you had to stay strong, not when you had your family to protect.

You made your way to the front with the others, seeing Ezra and Sabine leaning on the rail, talking casually. Sabine was the first to notice you approaching. "Oh, hey General (Y/L/N)", she said, smiling as she turned to fully face you. Her smile quickly faded when she took in your expression. "Are you okay", she asked, her voice laced with genuine concern.

You stopped in front of her, finally looking up to meet her gaze. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I'm alright", you replied, giving her a reassuring smile, hoping it was believable. "Oh, and you don't need to call me that. It's (Y/N). Not need for formalities with me, no matter what the boys say." She nodded, turning back to lean on the rail as you moved to stand between the two teens, copying their actions. "So, what were you two talking about before I interrupted", you asked, hoping that a casual conversation with some young bloods would help get your mind off of that upsetting talk you had only moments ago.

"Nothing much, just that you guys seem to have a pretty nice setup here, living the quiet life and all", Ezra said, gesturing toward the modified tank you were all currently on.

You chuckled. "I don’t know if quiet is the word I'd use, if there's one thing these boys are not, it’s quiet, but I get your meaning", you said, smiling at the young teen.

"It makes me wonder though." You turned at Sabine's words to look at the girl. "Wonder what", you asked.

"Well, I can see how this life is desirable for the clones, I mean I'm sure the war took its toll on everyone, but it must've even more so on them. So, a nice quiet life of isolation seems like a nice reprieve if anything else", she said, pausing to look at you, seeming to contemplate her next words before continuing her thought. "But you’re a jedi."

"And", you questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

"Well, all the jedi I know can't seem to stay in one place for very long, not unless there's a point to it anyway. Plus, if anyone should want the downfall of the empire, it should be the jedi. You guys were peacekeepers after all, and with the empire in control there hasn't been any true piece to be found. I don't know, I guess I just thought you'd be fighting with the rebellion, instead of hanging out here slinging for joopa with retired clone troopers." She looked at you with a confused expression.

You sighed before responding, "I get your logic, and you're right, if anyone deserves a quiet life away from all the violence out in the galaxy, it's the clones. We all went through it and it was bad for all of us, but they really got screwed more than any of us in my opinion. We at least had some semblance of a choice in the matter, but the clones, they were forced into a war they had nothing to do with, and not even a light at the end of the tunnel to work toward. Most clones had no idea what would happen to them after the war, or what they would do. If you ask me, these boys deserve much more than this 'quiet' life." You leant over the railing again, looking to the ground below. "You're right about the rest too. We were peacekeepers, at least, we were supposed to be, and I do want the empire to fall, but...", you paused, not sure why you were divulging so many of the thoughts you'd kept to yourself for so long, even during the war, you hadn't fully voiced your opinion on these topics with anyone but Rex, and that was only in confidence, in those precious moments when it was just the two of you, the world outside a distant thought as you held each other and talked throughout the night. These and other hard topics would come up now and then, but you'd never have thought that you'd be here telling those same thoughts to two teens who you'd only just met earlier that day. You realized it was because, for reasons unknown to you, you trusted them, and you guessed that was enough. "When the war ended, and the empire took power, I was lost. We all were", you continued. "Ahsoka, Rex, and I, we were together when it happened, and if it hadn't been for that, well, I don't know where I'd be right now. Maybe I would've joined the rebellion, if I had somehow been able to survive on my own. But that's not how things played out. I was able to keep those closest to me and then I had a decision to make. Join another fight and risk the one thing that gives my life purpose or keep them safe and away from the danger." You stood straight, looking to Sabine. "We all have a choice, and I made mine. I chose family, I chose him."

"Rex", she said, confident in her understanding of your words. You gave her a short nod, then looked away, staring at the empty landscape before you.

It remained silent for a moment until Ezra spoke up, wanting to voice the question that had been on his mind. "Rex said that he never betrayed his jedi, is that true?"

You smiled, turning your attention to Ezra now. "Yes, it's true. It wasn't easy though, those damn chips really did their jobs well. I had never seen him fight so hard against anything the way he did with that thing. Imagine fighting your own body and mind simultaneously because that's what he did, for us. He didn't want to hurt us, and his hesitation gave us the chance we needed to escape. I had never been more relieved than I was to see that damn thing removed from his head. I owe Ahsoka a lot for that, it was her quick thinking that saved him in the end. Well, her... and Fives", you said, a sad expression taking over your features as you thought of your fallen friend, and the sacrifice he made trying to save you all.

"Who's Fives", you heard Ezra ask from beside you.

"A good man, one of the best, who deserved better", you said somberly.

The silence that settled over the three of you was thick with conflicting emotions and full of unasked questions that you were sure would stay that way, which you were grateful for.

You almost jumped at the sound of the door sliding open behind you, turning around to see Rex coming though it towards the three of you. "I've assembled a list of potential bases and clearance codes and a few protocols the imperials still use. Should be of some use", he tells Ezra, who promptly thanked him. Sabine then went inside to collect some data tapes. Rex came to stand beside you. "So, what'd I miss out here", he asked, looking between you and Ezra.

"Oh, nothing much, just telling the kids some old war stories", you said, trying to make it sound as if it had been as simple as that.

"Oh yeah? Hope they were some of the good ones", he said, grinning at you.

"Were there any good ones, because I don't remember the war being all that fun." You hadn't even noticed Kanan enter the vicinity. You instantly frowned and crossed your arms, giving him a look that told him not to test you. He heeded the warning and turned away from you all, looking outward and shaking his head in disapproval, but he stayed silent.

"Actually, (Y/N) was telling us about what you did for her and Ahsoka, about how you saved them", Ezra interjected.

Rex scoffed at that. "If memory serves, it was the other way around. Without her and Commander Tano, I don't think I'd be standing here today", he said, looking back to you, his gaze turning to one of pure adoration. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

Ezra smiled, a knowing look in his eye. "So, I guess you were telling the truth after all. You didn't betray your jedi."

You both turned your attention back on the boy. "Nope. Even married one of 'em", he responded, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his side. “Best decision I ever made too.”

You sent a sideways grin his way. “Yeah, only took you forever to ask”, you said, finally dropping your arms to mimic his hold and wrap one around his waist.

He laughed, “Sorry cyar'ika. I would’ve asked sooner but we were in the middle of a war.”

“I know, I know”, you said, lifting your free hand to let it caress his cheek lightly before coming to rest your curved finger under his chin. “I just like messing with you”. Rex continued to grace you with a soft smile. But soon your quiet moment was ruined by someone’s loud scoffing, causing you to drop your hand and glare at the offender. “You have something to say, Ponytail”, you asked, your hand now going to your hip, your other staying securely around your husband, acting as your lifeline to sanity. You knew you shouldn’t let this guy rile you up, but you couldn’t help it, he was just so infuriatingly stubborn and took every chance he could to be rude.

“Yeah actually, I do have something to say…”, he started to say, but Ezra tried to intervene.

“Kanan, maybe you shouldn’t. They’re doing us a favor here remember. So maybe we should be, oh I don’t know, nice”, he said, giving his master an almost pleading look.

Kanan scoffed once more, crossing his arms over his chest. “Nice, you want me to be nice? I don’t know Ezra, it’s kind of hard to be nice to someone who not only chooses clones over her own people, but then come to find she broke her code to have a relationship with one of them. Then to top it all off, she goes off to conspire with the traitors”, he said, raising his voice.

You let go of Rex to cross your arms as well, but feeling the rage start to build in you Rex kept his hold on you, knowing if he didn’t this might turn into an all-out fist fight, or worse. “My people huh? Well, I don’t know how things were for you in the order, but let’s just say that by the end of the war, my faith in the jedi was heavily skewed. I couldn’t trust the order anymore, not like I used to. The only people I could truly trust were my friends and my men, and most times they were one in the same. I know you have a chip on your shoulder when it comes to clones, and, as I said before, I get it. However, I can tell you something with absolute certainty, and that is that my husband is no traitor. Rex is a good man, and loyal as hell. For as long as I’ve known him, never once has my faith in him been shaken, not even on that day. He would’ve laid his life down to save Ahsoka and I, damn near did too, just like countless times before. So many of those men risked their lives for me and the other jedi over the course of the war, and I can never thank them enough for that. I knew my men, and they never would’ve turned on us unless they were forced to. It was out of their control, and I can never hold hatred in my heart for them because of it.” You lowered your arms to rest at your sides, deciding you didn’t want to start another fight, and sighed. “Look, I know I can’t tell you how to feel, and I know you’re angry and still grieving. I also know that, that pain will never truly go away.” You see his angry expression falter a bit at your words, his arms releasing a small amount of tension. “I’m sorry about your master, but don’t let her death shape your feelings towards everything that reminds you of it. Don’t let your feelings blind you from the truth.”

He looked you square on the eye then. “How do you know you aren’t letting your feelings blind you from the truth”, he asked bitterly.

You gave this some thought before answering. Meeting his eyes, you said, “Because, at the end of the day, I never let those feelings control my actions. I could love Rex and still do my duty and so could he.” You gestured to Rex, who was now watching you as you spoke. “We never let our relationship get in the way of our responsibilities.”

“She’s right”, Rex spoke up, finally taking his eyes from you to direct his words to Kanan. “Even though it might’ve been hard sometimes, we never let anything keep us from dutifully serving the republic. We had agreed in the very beginning, nothing would sway us from playing our parts in the war, not even our love for each other.” He looked to you with a solemn expression, and you knew he was reliving the same memories that you were in that moment. Remembering all the times you two had parted ways, off on your own missions, saying a bitter goodbye, not knowing if it would be your last.

You were snapped out of your memories when Kanan finally spoke, “That… that must’ve been tough.” You both looked back to him but kept silent so he could finish. “Living day in and day out, with that fear of not knowing what day might be your last was something I think we all felt during the war, and that was hard to cope with at times. But to have that and feel that same fear for another person at the same time… that couldn’t have been easy, and I can tell you that to an extent, I understand how that is now. You never know what’s coming, and you can only hope that the person you care for survives it all, because if they don’t… well, you don’t know what you’ll do.” Kanan’s eyes were cast to the ground beneath him, a sullen look adorning his features.

Ezra stared at his master with a sad but understanding look. Clearly, he knew of who Kanan was referring to, you thought.

After letting a thick silence fill the area around you all for some time, you finally decided it was time to try and end this squabble, for real this time. You cleared your throat. “So… can we come to a truce then”, you asked, stepping from Rex’s hold and moving toward Kanan, holding out your hand for him to shake. He eyed it for a moment, then looked up to meet your eyes. You gave him a hopeful lopsided grin and a little shrug. Come on, what do you have to lose.

He slowly extended his hand, grabbing yours in a firm handshake. “Okay, truce, but I’m still going to be keeping a close eye on you all while we’re here”, he said with a serious tone before he gave you a small grin.

You let out a light huff of laughter and said, “I’d be surprised if you didn’t.” You released his hand and made your way back into your husbands waiting arms. You gave each other a quick hug before turning back to face Ezra who was now smiling at the two of you. “Well, I’m glad that’s settled. So, can we all be friends now”, he asked, making all three of you chuckle.

Suddenly the door next to you slid open and Sabine emerged looking upset, waving a holopad in the air. You were about to ask her what was wrong, but she spoke first. “The clones gave us up. They warned the Empire we’re here”, she said in a huff.

“Wait what”, Ezra asked, shocked.

“You’re mistaken. We would never do that”, Rex said, reaching for the holopad, clearly confused.

Sabine snatched it away from his grasp. “I found the binary transmission to the Empire”, she said, pointing to the screen in her hand, “and there are messages Ahsoka sent to Rex and (Y/N) that they never answered.”

“What”, you and Rex said simultaneously.

“We never got any messages from Ahsoka”, you stated, peering to look at the screen of the holopad that Sabine had handed over to Rex.

“See I knew it, I knew they couldn’t be trusted”, Kanan said, walking toward Rex, pointing accusatively.

“Kanan wait”, Ezra said, holding a hand up to stop the man’s approach. He then turned to face you, Rex, and Wolffe, who had just joined you, and asked, “Is this true?”

Rex just stared at the screen for a few seconds before you saw a flash of realization light in his eyes. He then turned to the man behind you. “Wolffe, what did you do”, he asked, not sounding too happy. You turned around to look at Wolffe, who now had his back turned to you all.

“I…I contacted the Empire. If they found out we were helping jedi they’d wipe us out”, he said, still with his back to you.

“Wolffe how could you”, you asked, not being able to fully hide the hurt from your voice.

Wolffe turned to face you with a saddened expression, your voice clearly working on his emotions. “I… I’m sorry, I didn’t… I just… I’m sorry”, he said, looking to his feet shamefully.

You could hear Kanan speaking behind you, but you weren’t paying attention to what was being said, too focused on wrapping your head around why your friend would do this.

“Why Wolffe, why would you put us at risk like this”, you asked.

“I… I just wanted to protect us, they’d kill us if they knew we were harboring jedi”, he said, looking back up at you.

“Hello, you’ve been harboring a jedi for years now, why is this any different?”

“No, you’re not, I mean, you haven’t been a jedi in a long time, if anything your one of us now.”

“The Empire won’t see it that way”, you said, looking at him with a disappointed frown. “So, what was your plan exactly, call the Empire and let them capture the jedi, do who knows what to them? Were you gonna let them take me too?”

His eyes went wide, and he looked right into yours. “No! No, I would never let them hurt you, we would never let them hurt you. You’re family, aliit. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight, I know that now. Please forgive me (Y/N)”, he said, looking at you like a dejected puppy. You knew you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, especially since it clearly was a mistake on his part, and not a totally conscious one. Wolffe struggled with things like this sometimes, forgot who was truly responsible for all that happened, and wasn’t always sure of who he could trust. The only exceptions being his brothers and you. He knew he could always trust his family. This is why you found it hard to continue to be upset with him, so instead you gave in with a heavy sigh and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. He responded by hugging you back, whispering another shame filled apology.

“I know, I forgive you Wolffe”, you say before pulling away to look him in the eye, “but you have to make this right. These people are not the enemy, they’re our allies, and we have to protect them too.”

He searched your eyes for a moment, and in seeing your resolve gave you a tight nod, confirming that he’d found his own.

***

As it turned out, fixing Wolffe’s mistake wasn’t going to be as easy as you had thought. Unbeknownst to you, there had been a probe droid on board watching you all, for how long you weren’t sure, but it managed to damage the Phantom’s engine, which meant your new friends were stuck with you all for the time being, something you could tell didn’t make Kanan to happy. Rex had managed to destroy the probe, but the Empire was still on its way, and all you could do was prepare for the inevitable fight that was to come.

Everything happened quite suddenly, and before you knew it the Empire had arrived. They were using some new contraptions that neither you nor the clones had ever seen before, the others called them “walkers”. While impressed, the boys quickly stopped their analysis of the machines and came up with a plan. Retreat into the sandstorm that was brewing behind you to scramble their scanners and use the jedis’ force sight to maneuver your way out. This worked, but the imperials were soon gaining on your position once more. Once you exited the storm Rex instructed the others to leave, with the walkers still in the storm this was their only chance to escape back to their ship without being shot down. Most of them were on board with this plan, but Ezra didn’t want to leave you all behind.

“We can’t just abandon them”, Ezra said, still trying to convince Kanan to let them help you.

“You’re not abandoning anyone. We’re covering your escape. Now go”, Rex said in a commanding tone. He then turned to you and in a softer, but still authoritative voice said, “(Y/N), I want you to go with them.”

“What”, you asked incredulously. “No way.”

Rex sighed and took your hands in his. “Please cyare, those things are going to overrun us, and I don’t want you to be here when they do. I want you to escape with them, I want you to be safe”, he said, his eyes pleading with you to listen, just this once, but you wouldn’t have it.

“No Rex. If you’re going to fight, then so am I, and if this is where it ends, then I’m going to be right here beside you”, you tell him, releasing yourself from his grasp in order to bring your hands to cup his face, bringing his forehead to meet yours. Your eyes close as you say your next words. “If we’re going to die, then we’re going to do it like we’ve done everything else, together.”

You hear Rex sigh once more and you open your eyes to look at him. A small grin starts at the corner of his mouth, “You’re so stubborn, you know that?”

You chuckled lightly. “Yes, I am, and that’s why you love me”, you said, raising an eyebrow and giving a cocky grin. He shook his head at you, but relented, knowing full well he was not going to win this argument.

You both looked back to Ezra who still stood at the entryway of the Phantom, looking sadder than you’d seen him yet. You frowned and walked over to him, placing your hands atop the boy’s shoulders and bending down so you were at eye level. “Hey, it’s okay, we’ll be alright. We have each other’s backs, and that’s all we’ve ever really needed. Besides, we’ve faced worse than this”, you say, trying to reassure him.

“It’s just…”, he started, but you cut him off with a light shake of his shoulders.

“Come on, you gotta focus here. The most important thing for you to do right now is get out of here and get that information back to the rebellion, got it?” He nodded and looked to his feet. You hooked a finger under his chin and brought it up so he would look at you. “You did great out there you know, keep that up and you’ll make one hell of a jedi someday”, you said with an encouraging smile. He gave you a sad smile back before suddenly launching toward you, catching you in a tight hug. You were surprised at first, but soon hugged him back, smiling at the gesture. You had never had any kids of your own, but you thought that this might be close to how motherhood would feel. You had just met this kid, but you were already very proud of him and the actions he had displayed over the time he’d been with you, and although you were sad to see him go you knew he’d be alright, and that brought you an unexpected sense of comfort. A few moments later you finally pulled away, smiling as you told him, “Now go.”

Ezra nodded again, this time a little more confidently, and backed into the starfighter. You moved, walking backwards, stopping to stand next to Rex as you watched them take off. Once they were airborne you turned to your husband with a knowing grin. “So, do we have an actual plan for taking those things down, or are we just winging it”, you asked.

He chuckled. “Well, unless you have any last-minute ideas, I think winging it is our only option”, he said, shrugging.

“Good”, you said, placing your hands on your hips, “Because that was my idea.” He laughed at your sudden perkiness, it reminded him of the old days when you two would exchange snarky comments in the heat of battle, it made the terrors on the battlefield a little easier to deal with and often helped to temporarily relieve his stress. “Now, let’s get to work”, you said and began to walk to the front of the tank. Before you could get more than two steps away you felt a tug on your wrist and were suddenly pulled against Rex’s chest. You looked up at him, a slightly surprised look on your face. He smiled and brought a hand to the back of your neck, bringing you into a deep, passionate kiss, which you immediately melted into, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in even more. You knew this fight would most likely be your last and it was clear he was thinking the same, so you decided to make this moment last, and just marvel in the love that was held there between you. After a few seconds, that were much too short for your liking, you both pulled away but still held onto one another, foreheads lightly touching, for a while longer.

“Whatever happens, I just want you to know that you’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m glad I chose love over following the rules, I’m glad I chose you”, Rex said, cutting the silence that had built between you two.

You smiled at his confession, “I’m glad I chose you too Rex. I love you.”

“And I love you (Y/N).” You slowly released one another and shared one more loving glance before you each were heading off to your stations to prepare for the fight that was about to ensue.

You went to stand at the front of the tank, detaching your sabers from your hips and holding them, still deactivated, at your sides while Rex manned the cannon. “Wolffe, bring us around”, you heard him yell to his fellow trooper. The tank began to turn, changing its direction to head straight for the walkers now in front of you.

As you made your approach the walkers began blasting the tank. You blocked a few shots with your sabers but weren’t able to deflect them all since they were shooting from two separate angles. One blast had the tank faltering and falling in the front, causing you to have to hold on to the railing in front of you so as not to fall. You looked behind you to the trooper driving the huge machine. “Wolffe, get us level”, you yelled to him.

“Yes General”, he said firmly. He then pulled the levers in his hands toward him and upwards, causing the tank to begin to lift in the front before finally being back on its feet once more. You took your defensive stance up again once you were able to get your footing. You were coming up quickly on the walkers and were desperately trying to come up with a crazy plan to take them out, if memory served you the craziest plans always seemed to be the most effective. You were halfway through your thinking when you heard Wolffe shout from behind you. “I’m going for the legs, all four of them.”

You turned to him with an incredulous look. “Are you crazy, there’s no way that’ll work”, you said, raising your voice over the commotion surrounding you.

“Never know until we try”, he responded.

You were about to argue against the idea until you remembered your previous thought. It was a crazy idea, so it just might work. You jump to the position right above him, looking down through the glass. “Alright then, have at it Commander”, you told him encouragingly.

He nodded and pushed forward, ramming the tank into the walker ahead. It seemed to be working, until it wasn’t, the tank now with its front legs halfway up the walker’s. You were almost sure that you would all be turned upside down any minute. You thought fast. You did have one plan, maybe impossible given your lack of practice over the years, but it was worth a shot. However, before you could put your plan into action you heard Rex shouting from somewhere behind you. “Come out and fight, you cowards”, he yelled to the men in the walker. He was standing on top of the cannon, and right in the line of fire. You cursed at him internally before leaping toward him, landing right in front of him, sabers ready to block the inevitable blast. Although, it never came. Before they could retaliate, the walker was shot from the side, throwing it off balance enough to distract them from their attack. You looked to see the Phantom fly under it and make its way to the second walker, you then saw Ezra, Kanan, and Zeb jump from the starfighter and land on its head before using their sabers to cut the hatch off and enter the machine. You grinned, and before you could voice the thought, Rex did it for you. “Just like the old days”, he said.

You turned, still grinning, to look at him. “Speaking of…”, you didn’t finish before running up the barrel of the cannon, replacing your sabers on your hips along the way.

“Wait, what are you doing”, he asked, concerned.

“Can’t let them show me up now can I”, you asked him, sending a playful wink over your shoulder. You used your higher position to launch yourself upward toward the first walker and was able to grab onto one of the blasters on the side of its head. You then swung yourself toward the top, landing much more gracefully than you’d expected to. You then drew your sabers and repeated the actions of the other two force-wielders, cutting a hole in the head and jumping down into it. You took your attack stance as soon as you were in, but when you looked around there was no one there. Walking to the control panel, you looked out to see the scene below and a movement from your right caught your eye. It was the imperials that had been manning the very walker you were in now; they had evacuated and were now fleeing on a speeder bike. “Huh, they really are cowards”, you said out loud to yourself.

Rex was below, now back in his seat behind the cannon. He was waiting to take the shot until he knew you were out. He wasn’t about to take that risk and was about to call the whole idea off when he saw something shoot out the head of the walker. He squinted to see better and nearly jumped out of his seat when you landed on the barrel of the cannon, giving a little mischievous grin when you noticed you’d startled him.

Rex shook his head. “So, did ya get ‘em”, he asked, eyebrow cocked and grinning back.

You jumped down, coming to stand next to him. “Nah, those hut’unns turned tail before I could even get to them. Took off that way”, you said, pointing in the direction you saw the speeder go.

“Oh, well then I guess there’s no need to blast this thing then”, he said, gesturing to the walker, “and just when we got the power restored, ah well.” You could see the slight disappointment on his face.

“You could still blast it you know”, you told him.

“To what purpose, they’re already gone.”

You laid a hand on his shoulder. “For no other purpose then the satisfaction of seeing this hunk of junk fall”, you said with a smile.

He grinned at you. “Have I told you how much I love you lately”, he asked.

You bent down so your face was next to his. “Yeah, but it’s always nice to hear it anyway”, you said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before straightening and standing behind him.

Rex took the shot and you all watched as the walker fell to the ground. “You were right, that was satisfying.”

***

You and Rex had decided to leave the quiet life behind for now and join the rebellion, after a bit of convincing from Ezra and Sabine that is. You had said your goodbyes to Wolffe and Gregor before you left.

“So, I guess this is goodbye then”, Wolffe said, looking a bit downcast.

You laid a comforting hand on his shoulder. “For now, but we’ll all see each other again”, you said, giving him a reassuring smile.

He gave a breathy chuckle. “Did the force tell you that”, he asked sarcastically. He always loved messing with you like that.

You rolled your eyes. “No, but it didn’t need to, I just know. Besides, you guys can’t get rid of us that easily”, you said smirking at them.

Gregor came to stand beside you draping an arm over your shoulders. “Well good, because we don’t want to”, he said, smiling wide. You laughed. Gregor was always the one to lighten the mood, always the chipper one, and so damn optimistic that it almost annoyed you sometimes, but you had to love him for it. You loved all your boys for who they were and for what made them unique, this affection only grew after the war when you all decided to live together in seclusion, and you got to know them better.

During the war it always seemed like there wasn’t enough time to properly get to know all your men, especially the ones outside of the 501st, who you’d been more often affiliated with. However, on the rare occasions where you did work outside of your Legion you tried to widen your friend group, meeting other troopers and their commanding officers, befriending all who would have you. As a jedi you knew this wasn’t advised seeing as you were not to form attachments and all, but at the time you really didn’t care, still didn’t in fact, and looking back you were glad you hadn’t. You knew that throughout the war you would lose many of these friends, and it wouldn’t be easy, but you had accepted that and would take it in stride as it came, because in the end you knew that these friendships would do more good than hurt. Sometimes, a lot of times, all these men needed was a good friend, an ear to listen to the chaos within their minds after hard battles, and on occasion even a shoulder to cry on. You were willing to be all these things for them and did it with as much grace and kindness as you could. It was due to this that it was so easy for Wolffe and Gregor to trust you after the war. Even with their chips removed, they were still confused for a long while, not knowing who to trust but each other, but with you they found it to be much easier, remembering all the times you had been there for them and their men and knowing you would never do anything to betray their trust. Yes, you loved your newfound family, and you’d do anything to keep them safe, which is why you’d finally agreed to join the fight to take down the Empire, it was the only way to make sure they’d never come after your men again. Although, it was still hard to say goodbye.

You looked between the two men, an almost sad smile forming on your face and before you could even think you’d brought them both into a tight hug, one which they returned in kind. “Just don’t do anything too reckless while we’re gone, okay”, you requested, pulling back with a kind smile and wiping the tear that had fallen down your cheek away with your fingertips.

“We’ll do our best General”, Gregor stated with a nod. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him for addressing you by rank, you weren’t going to argue, not now.

Rex came to stand beside you, facing his brothers. “You both did excellent work today, I have no doubt you’ll handle yourselves in whatever is to come, but let’s hope you won’t have to”, he said with a grin, clapping them both on the shoulder.

“Well, if you ever need us, you know where to reach us”, Wolffe said, clamping his hand over Rex’s forearm, a gesture you had seen exchanged from brother to brother many times before, and it brought a warm feeling to your chest every time. Rex nodded before releasing them and bringing an arm to wrap around your waist, its constant home over the years. “You two stay safe alright? I don’t want to have to find replacements for you, not that there even is such a thing”, Wolffe said with a sideways grin.

You smiled at this and then straightened your posture, giving your men a formal salute and holding it, Rex following suit, standing in the same position beside you. The two commanders returned the salute. After a moment you relaxed and returned to a normal standing position, everyone else doing the same. “Until we see each other again”, you said.

“Until we see each other again”, the two men echoed your words simultaneously.

***

You had docked the rebel ship and were following the Ghost crew down the brightly lit hallways before turning a corner and coming to a stop. You knew before they parted to let you both pass who would be standing on the other side, you had felt her familiar force signature as soon as you had boarded.

Rex stepped forward first, walking toward the smiling togruta. “Commander”, he addressed his old friend. “You got old.”

Ahsoka chuckled. “Had to happen sometime Rex”, she replied. She looked hesitant for a moment before embracing him in a tight hug.

You watched the interaction between the two, smiling to yourself, realizing just how long it had been since you had seen your friend, it felt like ages now. As you were in this train of thought Ahsoka pulled back from the embrace and suddenly looked over his shoulder, something catching her eye. “(Y/N)”, she said, it almost came out as a sigh.

Ahsoka walked to you and pulled you into a tight embrace as well, which you happily returned. “Hey Ahsoka, it’s been a while”, you said with a laugh.

Releasing each other from the hug, you both looked at one another. “I think that’s a bit of an understatement”, she responded, giving a light laugh of her own before the two of you turned to Rex.

“We’re just glad you’re still alive”, he said to her. You put a hand on her shoulder, giving a confirming nod.

“You too”, she said, looking between you and Rex.

“Well, we wouldn’t be if it weren’t for these guys”, Rex stated, gesturing to the crew behind you.

“Thank you for trusting my friend”, Ahsoka said, seeming to direct her thanks mainly to Kanan, who was surprisingly much less angry than you last remember sensing.

“It wasn’t easy”, Kanan confessed to her, “It still isn’t.”

You and Rex shared a saddened glance and you silently wondered if Kanan would ever come around, but you also made the decision to try not and push the topic, not now at least.

“Nothing worth doing ever is”, Ahsoka told him, and with that you all walked to the command center, for a rebellion is not built on pleasantries.

***

After a brief discussion of the next course of action, you had been dismissed to settle in, and were led to the room that you and your husband would be sharing for the time being. Before you could even sit down there was a knock at the door and you were surprised to find it was Sabine, asking to borrow you for a little while. You had agreed, albeit a bit hesitantly, wondering what the young girl could possibly need you for, especially with that excited glint in her eye. You shrugged at your confused spouse before following her out of the room.

Awhile later you returned, quite pleased with the outcome of your little surprise endeavor with the Mandalorian girl, who was very happy with herself when all was said and done. You entered your shared quarters and stopped just after entering, letting the door slide shut behind you. This got Rex’s attention and he turned to you from where he was seated, his smile dropping as soon as he properly laid eyes on you, his features morphing into a look of shocked admiration, and quickly closed his mouth that had opened in a slight gape.

He blinked a few times before finally speaking. “Cyar’ika you look…”, he started to say, but found he couldn’t think of the proper word to articulate what he was thinking at the moment.

You smiled. “You like it”, you asked, bringing your hands up to touch your hair, which was now styled in a way that complemented the shape of your face perfectly and now sported dyed blue tips. Sabine had also given you a fresh pair of clothes that she thought would fit you nicely. They did fit, even though they were a bit tighter than you would’ve liked, and the cut on the long-sleeved top was a bit lower than you were used to, but it was still high enough for you to consider it conservative, well conservative enough. Although, with the way your husband was staring at you now, you were grateful for these aspects, seeing just how much he was appreciating the way the outfit hugged your curves by the way his eyes scanned you from head to foot.

He stood and walked the short distance to you, taking your hands in his. “Like it? I love it, you look absolutely stunning, downright delectable even”, he said with a wicked grin.

You smacked his chest lightly, shaking your head. “And here I thought I married and gentleman”, you said, not being able to hide the grin that was forming.

“Oh, you did, it’s just that you have this incredible talent of pushing me to my limit at times, especially when you come in looking like this”, he said, eyeing you up again.

You blushed under his gaze. “Well, at least I know I’ve still got it”, you said, giving him a playful smirk.

He suddenly pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you secure against him, your faces only inches apart now. “Cyare, you never lost it”, he said cocking an eyebrow as he continued to grin at you, and with that you pulled him into a loving kiss, one that he quickly leaned into and deepened.

You pulled away after a bit to make eye contact once more. Rex released one of his arms from around you to bring his hand up to your hair, lightly playing with the tips between his fingers. “I like the hair too, always did think this color suited you.”

You gave a slight shrug. “You know me, always more than willing to support my boys in blue.”

You both shared a small laugh before catching each other’s lips in another kiss, this one a bit more tender than the last.

“So is this a bad time to talk about how I might be wishing we'd rethought our decision about not having kids”, he asked in a low voice once you two parted from the kiss.

You blinked, surprised by the sudden shift in topics. “Umm, alright, what brought this on”, you asked.

He looked to the hand that was still playing with your hair, not wanting to make direct eye contact as he spoke his next words. “Well, it's just that, seeing you with Ezra earlier today, it made me realize, you'd make a great mother, and I almost feel like we've missed out on something special, and this isn’t exactly the first time the thought has crossed my mind. I’ve always wondered if we were making the right call not having a child of our own, but you seemed happy with our life together and I didn’t want you to ever feel pressured, I wanted it to be your choice, I still do.”

“Rex are you trying to tell me you want to have children”, you asked.

“Maybe, but not if you don’t, I mean… do you”, he asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

“Well, I won't say I've never thought about it, especially in the early years of our relationship. I'd often wonder what it would be like to have a little version of you running around."

“Or you”, he said with a smile.

You smile. “I guess it would be nice to have an addition to the family, and I'm sure the boys would make great uncles. Well, maybe with some supervision”, you say, chuckling out that last part.

“Really”, he asked, clearly a bit surprised by your response.

“Rex, I know I won't be able to keep you for as long as I'd like, I accepted that reality a long time ago”, you said, sliding your palm against his causing him to let go of the piece of hair he was still holding and intertwining your fingers with his, “but maybe if I have something of you left after, something we created together, then maybe I'll be able to continue on because I'll still be living for you, or at least a part of you." You were desperately trying to keep the tears you felt building behind your eyes from making their way out. You hated thinking about this, your husband’s shortened life span was never a topic you wanted to think about for too long, it was a reality you did not care to observe in your everyday life, but reality it was, and you knew someday you would have to face it. Just not today.

He pulled you closer with the arm still around your waist. “Oh Cyar'ika, I love you so much”, he said, kissing your forehead.

“And I love you, with all my heart.”

“So, we're really doing this then?”

You giggled at his noticeable excitement. “Yes, we're really doing this”, you confirmed. He then let go of your hand and cupped your cheek, pulling you into a kiss so full of love it nearly took the breath right out of you. You laughed once you managed to pull away again, trying to get your next thought out. “We can start trying when we have some time to ourselves.”

“We have time now”, he said, swiftly moving his hands to firmly grip your hips and pull you flush against him. Your senses left you for a second, heat rushing to your face and chest at the implication, before you were able to compose yourself.

You chuckled, coming back to your senses. “Actually, we don't. We've been asked to help pick the location for the rebel base. They figured since we were the ones to give the intel that we'd be able to find the safest place. I'm sure they've already started reviewing the list, so we'd better get going”, you said, a bit annoyed at the fact, there were much better things you could be doing, but you did promise to do whatever you could to help in this rebellion. Damn, why’d you always have to be the responsible one?

Rex broke you from your inner ramblings with another heated kiss that had you weak in the knees. “Alright fine, but tonight you're all mine”, he said against your lips.

“Deal. Now let's go, we're late”, you said, still smiling like a lovesick teenager and reluctantly pulling away from his embrace, which he did not want to make easy, but eventually gave in and released you.

As you made your way to the door, trying to compose yourself once again, he spoke. “Hopefully soon you'll be the one who’s late”, he said, taking you by surprise yet again.

You turned and raised an eyebrow at him and jokingly asked, “Okay, who are you, and where is the Rex I married?”

He laughed, coming to stand in front of you and leaning in slightly. “What can I say cyar’ika, you’ve made me bold”, he said, giving you a mischievous smile.

You shake your head and opened the door, taking him by the hand and leading him out into the corridor. “Alright, alright. Come on Stud, we have to go”, you said and began making your way to the bridge of the ship, “and save the dirty talk for tonight okay?” You grinned at him over your shoulder, continuing to pull him along.

He smiled and quickened his stride to walk alongside you, lacing his fingers with yours. “Yes Ma’am”, he responded softly.

You couldn’t seem to keep the smile off your face, for several reasons. The main two being that you knew you had quite the night ahead of you, thank the force for the private quarters, and you were thrilled at the idea of having Rex’s child. You weren’t sure what this new future would hold for the both of you, but you were ready to find out.

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What Could’ve Been Without the War

Pairing/setting: Jean Kirschtein x Female!Reader, modern!AU within the Walls, set after the War; canon divergent w/ modern tech

Summary: You and Jean embark on your weekly trip to the grocery store.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: equal parts angst and fluff, idiots to idiots, mutual pining, unsatisfying ending (i’m so sorry)

AN: Surprise Jean! I hope you are all having a wonderful Friday evening and that I don’t ruin it too much with angst. This piece started out as a super fluffy drabble involving grocery store shenanigans and kinda....uh....got away from me. Ahem. It was also originally intended as a 157 follower cool prime number thank you! I think we’re up to 180-something now, but we can still count it. Big thanks yet again to the love of my life @ghostlightprincess for her edits and encouragements:) Please come let me know what you think in my DMs/askbox/comments!! ~valkyrie

Jean opens on the third knock on his apartment door, already shrugging on a jacket. He greets you with a short “hi” and receives the kiss you plant on his cheek out of habit.

“You ready?” You’re practically bouncing on the balls of your feet, car keys jingling off of the magenta key ring looped around your finger. It’s cute, and he finds himself matching your enthusiasm with a grin of his own.

“Almost,” he replies, reaching back to his coat rack to grab a scarf. “Honestly, I still don’t understand why you’re always so excited for the grocery store.”

He looks back to catch you rolling your eyes. “I don’t understand why you’re not. A grocery store is a magical place, with all of the cheesecake and ice cream you could ever wish for!”

He chuckles and joins you in the hallway, leaning down to lock his door behind him. “Need I remind you that you’re lactose intolerant?”

“That’s what Lactaid is for, stupid. Come on!” He lets you pull him down the hall, your small gloved hand in his big one. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Croft!” you greet his elderly neighbor as you pass her open door, sticking your head in with a wide smile. “You need anything from the store? Jean and I are just on our way.”

Jean stands beside you awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with his shrewd neighbor. You haven’t let go of his hand and he can feel a blush working its way up his neck.

“No, that’s alright, honey, I just went this morning.”

“Okay! Well, let us know if you think of anything!”

“Thank you, dear.”

“Have a good afternoon, ma’am,” Jean chips in as you wave.

“You kids have fun.”

The next second, you’re pulling him away again and he misses the way Mrs. Croft chuckles knowingly and looks back to her knitting.

—

“What’s next on the list?” Your voice drifts down the aisle back to him, and Jean pauses in pushing the cart to shuffle the papers in his hands.

“Umm… AP flour, vanilla extract,” shuffle, shuffle, “brown sugar, olive oil, yeast.”

You hum in acknowledgment and he watches as you flit from shelf to shelf, gathering items in your arms. He pushes the cart up to join you.

You dump everything in haphazardly, and he sighs, leaning down to straighten it all out into categories.

“What’s next?” You’re already halfway down the rest of the aisle again, gazing up longingly at the Oreos on the top shelf.

God, she’s cute.

He joins you, reaches up to pluck a pack of Double Stuf off of the shelf, and wordlessly places it in your section of the cart, suppressing a smile of his own as you grin up at him.

“You sure know how to treat a girl right, Jean-bo.” You reach up to ruffle his mullet.

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles, ducking away and flushing red like a smitten schoolboy. “Next is the frozen aisle.”

—

“Was it the lasagna that she liked last time? Or the shepherd’s pie?”

“The lasagna.” He accepts three frozen dinners as you pass them over from where you’re leaning past the glass freezer door.

“Hey,” he looks up sharply at your soft call to see you staring down the aisle like you’ve seen a ghost, hand still holding the glass door open. He follows your gaze and sees him just as you say, “It’s Erwin.”

It’s not, but Jean’s heart twists all the same at the resemblance the stranger carries. Same neatly parted blonde hair, broad shoulders. But he’s shorter, still has both arms. And he’s alive.

“It’s not, sweetheart,” he murmurs, reaching to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

“It is, look he—” you insist until the man turns and instead of the Commander’s piercing blue gaze you’re met with brown eyes that flick between you and Jean in confusion. “Oh.” Your face falls and you allow the door to close, turning into Jean’s side.

“You alright?” He tilts his head to catch your expression. It’s pure pain, mouth twitching into a frown and eyes unfocused. Your hand comes up to grip the bottom of his jacket, and after a second he can see you physically force your face back to neutral.

“Fine,” you nod. He knows you’re faking, that it’s a survival tactic, so he lets it go for now, only steps back to let you in between his body and the cart.

“Up you go,” he prompts you to step up, feet on the bottom shelf and hands clutching the bar. He starts to push as you ride, walking first then running down the aisle until you finally throw your head back and laugh genuinely.

He misses the exasperated look an employee gives him as the pair of you whizz past, too preoccupied with your smile.

—

“What do you need three dozen eggs for, anyway?” you ask incredulously, nevertheless opening each carton to inspect before handing them over.

“They’re a good source of protein,” he defends. “Plus, you always end up running out and coming to me to complain. Ran me dry last time.”

Another playful eye roll. “It’s only ‘cause I messed up my brownies! And I needed them to entice the landlord to finally fix my heater.”

“Your heater’s been broken?”

“Well, it’s not anymore. Espresso brownies work wonders, I’ll have you know.”

You’re trying to brush it off as you normally do when he worries, but the thought of you shivering and blue-lipped keeps him pushing. “How long did you not have heat for? It’s February!”

“Not the point, Jean-bo!” You poke at his cheek and twirl away towards the cheese.

“It definitely is the point. Come to me next time and I’ll fix it.”

“And lose my deposit?” You scoff, reaching for mozzarella. “Fat chance.”

“Freeze, then.”

You grin back at him. “Why d’you think I came over so much last weekend?”

“Is that all I am to you? A hot water bottle in your time of need?” He feigns hurt, but some pride swells in his chest that he kept you warm, after all.

“And a cute one, at that. Think fast!”

His hand flashes up to catch the mozzarella you toss deftly.

“You wound me.”

“Eh, builds character. What’s next?”

Shuffle, shuffle. “Wine and flowers.”

—

Jean watches as you bounce in the driver’s seat, hands almost dainty on the wheel, leaning forward to stare resolutely out the windshield at the darkening road. You’re singing along to some song he doesn’t know that’s playing from the stereo.

It’s so familiar, this Saturday evening ritual with you, and it wraps Jean up like the softest blanket. He knows why you’re always so excited about grocery shopping, and it’s not the cheesecake — it’s the way this routine has centered itself in both your lives. He feels it too, the semblance of normalcy, of domesticity, that you’ve cobbled together with him in between hard weeks and harder nights.

You navigate the bends and odd intersections of his old suburban neighborhood with ease, having driven to his house maybe thousands of times since you were teens. The elementary school passes, then the vet clinic, until finally, your old black sedan pulls into his mom’s driveway alongside her silver minivan.

You shift to neutral and yank on the parking brake habitually, then turn off the car and settle back into your seat.

You’re both quiet for a moment: you staring out the window lost in thought, Jean checking the time on his phone.

“Jean?”

“Hm?”

“Do you ever regret enlisting so young?” This catches his attention, turning sharply to look at your contemplative profile.

“Never. It was the right thing to do.” He’s resolute in this conviction, always. The War had seemed to be at its worst when you’d joined up, driven by the promise of Wall Maria’s reclamation and impassioned by your comrades’ fury. It had been the only choice, in his view.

“I do, sometimes,” you admit quietly, eyes downcast to where your fingers twist in your lap. “Maybe then my head wouldn’t be so messed up,” you laugh dryly and tap your temple, then shoot him a sideways glance. “And maybe—” you cut yourself off.

“Maybe what?”

“Never mind.” You’re out of the car so fast Jean almost questions if you moved at all. It reminds him of your natural grace on the ODM gear, how you’d whoop and holler as you hurtled past him among the trees during training. He wonders for a moment when your agility turned from a source of joy to an escape mechanism, then stops himself. He knows exactly when that happened.

—

The grocery store tulips thankfully survived their ordeal in the trunk of your car, bright against Ma Kirschtein’s tile kitchen backsplash as you arrange them in her favorite vase. After a minute of fussing, you take a step back, give a nod of satisfaction, and scoop up the trimmed stems off the counter. The rest of the groceries are already put away, organized so she can reach them without trouble.

It’s as you’re stepping on the trash can pedal to open its lid that the voices from the living room catch your ear. You pause, smiling as mother and son converse.

“Have you been eating enough, Jean-bo? You look so skinny….”

“Ma, I—”

“What am I saying, of course you haven’t. You’d waste away to nothing if you were left to your own devices. I’m so glad that darling girl is there to look after you.”

“Ma, she’s not my keeper—”

“When are you two getting married, again? I could’ve sworn I wrote it down in my book, but I looked the other day and couldn’t find the date anywhere.” She sounds serious. Confused, even, not a hint of teasing in her tone. Must be an off day. A symptom of her early-onset dementia.

“Ma, we’re not even together.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve been together since high school.” She’s so convinced, so sure, and you squeeze your eyes tight against the reality that you and Jean have only ever been friends. In the adolescent insecurity of high school, in the intensity of military training, in the fucking heat of battle, all you’ve ever shared is friendship.

“Ma, I don’t think… I don’t even think she—” He pauses and your ears strain in the silence to catch his last quiet phrase. “She doesn’t think of me that way.”

You just know, you can tell, he only says it like that to ease her confusion. It’s the opposite, really, he doesn’t think of you that way. Before you can hear more sideways rejection, you toss the flower stems and make a beeline for the bathroom.

—

“What was that movie you were telling me to watch, again?” You ask around a mouthful of spaghetti with sauce fresh from the jar, covering your mouth with one hand.

The pair of you are eating shoulder-to-shoulder on the floor of your apartment two floors above Jean’s. It’s got the decidedly better view out your picture window, complete with the perfect Eastern perspective of the river that cuts through Trost and its famous bridges. It’s this, the third leg of your traditional Saturday evenings together, that makes you feel the most warm.

Jean has the manners to chew and swallow before replying. “Once Upon a Time in Hollywood? Connie, Sasha, and I went to see it when they visited last month—”

Your snicker cuts him off and he raises his eyebrows as you roll your eyes and take a sip of wine. “The feet movie? Sasha said it was pretentious.”

“Really? I thought she was too preoccupied with the fact that the theater sold chili fries to pay attention.” He teases back, twirling more pasta onto his fork.

“I’m telling her you said that,” you warn with a jab of your own fork in his direction.

“Snitch.”

“Hey!”

He ducks to avoid your swat to the back of his head, grinning at your pout. “No, but seriously, apart from the feet it’s a good movie.”

“Hmm. I’ll consider putting it on the roster for next week.”

You take a moment to relish the comfortable silence, looking out at the city lights as you chew thoughtfully. His thigh is heavy and warm against yours under the thick knitted blanket his mom gave you last Yule. Your belly is warm and full, your shoulders relaxed in the company of your closest friend, your lungs breathing easily.

Jean says your name quietly and you turn to see him staring pensively down at the plate in his lap. “About what you asked earlier… in the car?”

You nod, eyes wide and mouth serious.

“Sometimes… I do regret it.” He grits the words out through his teeth, like it’s difficult to force the truth into the world. “Not because I regret what we did in the War. But because sometimes I wonder,” his eyes cut to yours for a split second, “I wonder what could’ve been. Without the War.”

You don’t say anything, don’t say you understand, because you know he knows. Instead, you loop your arm into his and lean your head against his shoulder. It takes a moment, a release of breath and the fall of his chest, but eventually he closes his eyes, turns his face into your hair, and allows himself to sink into the what could’ve been. Just for now.

#jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein x female!reader #aot fanfic #attack on titan fanfic #snk fanfic #shingeki no kyojin fanfic #canon divergent #female!reader #grocery store shenanigans #valkyrie writes #what could've been without the war

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more-pokeimagines · 4 years ago

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Could you do a MiloxFem!Reader drabble where the reader had a strong personality (independent, rebellious, things like this). The drabble could set after the Champion Battle and someone is making fun of Milo just because he lose?

Thank you for your request, dear! :) This is the first drabble I wrote for Milo, so I really hope it turned out alright and that you’ll like what I came up with. Have fun reading and stay safe! <3

R.E.S.P.E.C.T – Milo x fem!reader

The crowd around you was cheering loudly when the referee raised a flag to choose the winner of the third battle in the Champion’s cup.

Disappointed, you slumped down in your seat while the group of friends right next to you screamed and clapped so loudly that it almost made your ears ring but you understood their excitement. Their friend had just won one more battle on his way to become the new champion of Galar, and you would probably feel the same way if your boyfriend had won instead.

You had always enjoyed watching Milo’s battles. He was a strong, yet humble trainer; something his battles always reflected, and it filled you with pride to be in a relationship with one of Galar’s gym leaders, even when he lost a battle. You knew that he would be sad about it but he was such a cheerful and optimistic person, so it probably wouldn’t bother him for too long. He didn’t aspire to beat Leon anyway.

You got up from your seat and made your way to the backstage area of the stadium where the contenders spent the time before and after their battles. You spotted Nessa, Hulbury’s gym leader who had dropped out of the tournament right before her battle because one of her pokemon had gotten sick, and Hop, Leon’s younger brother. They were busily engaged in their conversation, so you only waved at them briefly before continuing the search for your boyfriend.

Eventually, you found him in the lounge in the back room of the waiting area. He was staring out of the window but when you sat down next to him, a smile flashed over his face, despite the hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Hello.”

You kissed his cheek. “Hey there. That was a great battle.”

“I know, right? I really had a lot of fun! And it’s always great to see how much these trainers have grown since they started their gym challenge... kinda reminds me of myself, you know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. That was something you really loved about him – no matter how bad everything seemed to be, Milo always found something good in it. He never got discouraged by his defeats; instead, he turned them into a learning experience and tried to figure out how he could do better next time.

“Excuse me?” a voice asked and snapped you out of your thoughts. When you looked up, you saw one of the girls who had been sitting next to you in the stadium. She was standing in front of Milo, clutching a notebook in her hands. “You’re Milo, aren’t you?”

“Exactly,” he answered and smiled at the girl. “How can I help you?”

“Can – Can I maybe get an autograph? I saw your battle and I was impressed with your techniques.” A shy smile flashed over her face as Milo reached out for her notebook, and she added, “I want to train grass types, too.”

“Oh, come on, you want an autograph from that loser?”

You looked around, trying to figure out who had interrupted the conversation. One of the girl’s friends, a tall boy with dark hair, had approached your small group, a spiteful grin on his face.

“I’m sorry but what did you just say?” you asked and raised your eyebrows. It had always annoyed you when someone spoke ill of another person but when someone decided to insult Milo, it made you furious. This boy had no right to talk him down.

He let out a deep sigh, clearly bugged by your interference. “I said,” he repeated slowly, “that he’s a loser. Why would anyone want an autograph from someone who just lost a battle against a kid?”

“If I were you I’d watch my tongue,” you said and glared at him, your eyes narrowed to slits. “He’s one of Galar’s gym leaders, show some respect.”

The boy rolled his eyes once again. “Why would I? He can’t even stand up for himself, or why does he need his girlfriend to defend him?”

“Oh, because he’s way too kind and polite to argue about your stupid opinions,” you replied sharply. “And if you don’t have anything useful to say I suggest you get lost right now, or else you’ll be in trouble.”

“Come on, let’s go,” the girl who had asked for Milo’s autograph said and tugged at the boy’s sleeve. “I don’t want to be late for the next battle.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” you said, your gaze still glued to the boy. “I think you should apologize.”

Milo put his hand on your knee to hold you back when the girl dragged her friend off. “(Y/N), just leave it be. You know I don’t care about others’ opinions.”

You huffed. “But I do. And I hate when someone talks to you like that.”

“I know. And I love you for always defending me but that’s really not necessary. I know that not everybody likes me and that’s totally okay,” he reassured you and put his arm around your shoulder to pull you close before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

You let out a deep sigh, already melting into his embrace. “But if that boy comes back and insults you again I will definitely punch him.”

#milo x reader #gym leader milo x reader #gym leader milo imagine #milo pokemon x reader #milo pokemon imagine #pokemon imagines #reader insert #pokemon sw/sh imagines

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chayscribbles-archive · 4 years ago

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muddy roads and foxgloves ❃ an update

FIRST THINGS FIRST: i’m not really working on this wip right now. but the wip intro has been getting notes all of a sudden so i feel the need to get everyone on the same page about what’s happening with this wip.

i’ve already said some of this in my recent general writing update post but not everyone in my MR&F taglist is on my general writing taglist so sorry if it seems like i’m repeating myself to some of you.

for one, this wip’s space AU (Andromeda Rogue) has taken over my life in the last few months, so turntables happened and MR&F has ended up being relegated to the light, fluffy road trip AU of Andromeda, instead of Andromeda being the epic space AU of MR&F as originally intended. if ever Andromeda gets too big and heavy and i need a break, i know MR&F will be right here waiting for me. but right now the space AU brainrot is real and i have no idea when that might be.

secondly: after writing a bunch of fluffy drabbles that may or may not be canon, i realized this wip might work better as a series of moments and vibes rather than a story with a classic plot. (someone said that’s close to litfic? i’m not super familiar with litfic but they’re probably right.) it’s more character-focused than plot-focused anyway and i don’t think it really needs a plot. which means... yet ANOTHER overhaul might be imminent. i’m not sure exactly what that is going to look like yet, or what i’m gonna do with the three episodes i’ve already written and the handful of others i’ve outlined, and like i said before i’m not really working on this wip right now and probably won’t be for a minute, but. i’ll. figure it out eventually, i guess.

GOD OKAY so much rambling as a reward for reading all that here’s a never-before seen scene (i think. i don’t remember what i’ve actually shared yet haha) from MR&F that i wrote during NaNo 2020 and barely edited. in which the gang is settling in for their first night at a motel. fucked if i know if it’ll survive the overhaul but i’m sharing it anyways in case i end up banishing it into the void.

“Val, could you please turn down the TV volume?” Petra, who had already settled into the bed with her map and book, requested as Valyan passed the dresser once again. “I’m trying to focus.”

“No ❤,” Valyan replied.

They plopped themselves onto the bed next to their sister.

“Hey, whoa,” Petra cried, promptly pushing them right off, causing them to stumble onto the carpet. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I figured we were sharing the bed, no?” Valyan said, picking themselves up and climbing back onto the bed. “Like when we were kids.”

“No, we’re not,” Petra replied, shoving them off again. “I’m sharing the bed with Azami.”

“What?” Valyan whirled towards Azami, a look of pure betrayal on their face. “Since when? How come I didn’t know about this?”

“I asked her after supper,” Azami informed them as she filled her hands with toiletries from her suitcase. “We’ll switch it around next time, don’t worry.”

As she disappeared into the bathroom, Valyan turned to Finneas. “Well, then,” they said, “I guess it’s you and me.”

Finneas snorted. “In your dreams, kid,” he replied, bending down to pat the space at the foot of the bed.

“You’d rather sleep on the floor than share the bed with me?” Valyan asked, dismayed.

Finneas shrugged. “Don’t take it so personally,” he told them.

“I don’t take up a lot of space,” Valyan implored. “And I don’t snore. And the carpet seems kind of gross.”

“I’ve had worse,” Finneas informed them nonchalantly, laying out one of the towels he’d taken from the bathroom over the rug.

“Fine, then,” Valyan grumbled, dropping onto the other bed. “Guess I have the bed all to myself.”

yes i really put the heart emoji in my google doc and what about it ❤

MR&F taglist, lmk if you want to be added/removed!

@magnoliaash @mqrginalia @ilikecoffeealotokay @fields-of-ink @suninks @aaaa-mpersand @piyawrites @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @jadeywrites @alicewestwater @quenvicky @lefttigerobservation @quilloftheclouds @llesbianwrites @chloeswords @themidnxghtwriter @writingbyjillian @etoileemacabre @aelenko @water-writings @nicopeppah @celestepens @zielenbloesem @summere21 @hope-hopefully-writes @thepeninthestone @bookphobe @talesofsorrowandofruin @medeaes @thelittlestspider @oceancold @cecilsstorycorner @howdy-writes @veiliza @spencers-tomes @pepperdee @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @chazzawrites @helen-the-bear

#wip mrf #foxglove updates #idk why but i just. feel bad about all this kjgfds.#i mean. 'feeling bad' is probably my default state so idk why i'm surprised.

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rkived · 5 years ago

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drabble #3: pediatricsurgeon!jk knows generalsurgeon!reader has a friendship leaderboard and he’s rightfully earned his place in it, but neurosurgeon!taehyung seems to have taken his spot.

or, in which the hypothetical becomes true. (hospitalplaylist!au)

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Jungkook has always had the theory that you have a friendship leaderboard.

Not like you’ve ever admitted to it out loud, not even hinted to it at any given point on the ten plus years you’ve known your group of friends.

He has no proof of it either, but he trusts his gut and his gut tells him that he’s never been number one on said leaderboard.

Damn Namjoon, he’s like one of those record breaking artists that never seems to leave the top of the charts.

Right now, Jungkook’s in a solid third place and only because Yoongi just came back from the vacations the hospital had forced him to take.

‘‘So, how was the beach?’’

Yoongi looks at Jungkook with an unreadable expression, he’s asking himself in what tone he should respond to his younger friend.

Sarcastic? Passive? Neutral?

‘‘I was in the Bahamas,’’ Yoongi informs him ‘‘refer to it as the Bahamas and not as if I travelled two hours to the nearest beach.’’

Patronizing it is.

The pediatrician smiles anyway ‘‘It’s good to have you back!’’ and the cardiothoracic surgeon huffs, shaking his head slightly.

Jungkook still hasn’t figured out how is it that you measure the positions in the leaderboard, but he knows that gifts are the way to your heart. He can tell because you had a big smile on your face when you looked at the key chain Yoongi brought you from the caribbean.

Jungkook could’ve gotten you one from the gas station and told you he brought it from somewhere exotic and you would’ve bought it.

Alas, Jungkook is slow and that’s why he’s in third place.

Taehyung is busy on his phone to notice his friend deep in thought, Yoonah is sending him pictures of the photoshoot she had just done and his attention is reserved for his girlfriend.

His neurosurgeon friend has always been in fifth place, doesn’t even care that he’s at the bottom of the board. Jungkook can’t blame you either, Taehyung is an okay friend at best.

The pediatrician clears his throat, trying to get his friend’s attention, but to no avail. He does it louder this time and Taehyung only shifts to the side, thinking Jungkook wanted more space in the elevator.

Jungkook peeks into his friend’s screen, only to notice the way Taehyung quickly types an ‘you’re slaying baby!!!’ and chuckles at the way the older friend tries to sound hip and cool for Yoonah.

Taehyung glares at him with a side eye and shoves his phone into his pocket ‘‘What do you want?’’ he asks.

Jungkook smiles, satisfied with getting attention again ‘‘Are we still going out for BBQ tonight?’’

‘‘No,’’ Taehyung replies, eyes coming to stare at the elevator’s floor indicator slowly coming closer to the floor he was headed towards ‘‘Y/N cancelled, she has plans.’’

Jungkook’s brows furrow at the news. He was not aware.

‘‘Y/N cancelled?’’ he asks and Taehyung nods ‘‘When? She didn’t say anything on the group chat.’’

The group chat was the only way of communication the group of friends had nowadays. Even though you all worked on the same hospital, had similar shifts, it was hard to get everyone on the same room at the same time.

Jungkook wonders if he had missed your message on the group chat where you explain why you’re cancelling on going out that night, because he had planned the outing earlier on the week and everyone─even Yoongi who was still at the Bahamas by then─had agreed on the outing.

But Jungkook never misses your texts, especially the ones you send at the groupchat because you seem to always answer over there instead of the private conversations.

He is still waiting for you to answer his text where he wrote an analysis over why Sharpay isn’t the villain in High School Musical.

And after a quick once-over at the group chat, he’s asking Taehyung once again when did you say you’d cancel for tonight.

‘‘She told me,’’ he replies nonchalantly and Jungkook’s eyes are peeled open ‘‘she’s going on a date tonight.’’

First of all, how could a fifth placer get these sort of news over a third placer?

And second, what the fuck? You’re going on a date? With who? And when did this happen? And where are you going? Is this date more important than going out for BBQ with your friends? Why didn’t you tell him? Why─?

‘‘I can tell your brain’s malfunctioning right now,’’ Taehyung teases ‘‘sadly I am all booked up for the month.’’

The elevator dings and the doors open, making the neurosurgeon step out and head to his consultation office.

Jungkook’s already forgotten where he’s supposed to be right now.

---

You don’t expect to see him when you step out of your office, you thought he would’ve left the hospital by now.

‘‘Oh!’’ you exclaim with surprise ‘‘What are you─’’

‘‘Did I fall a position on the leaderboard? Be honest.’’ Jungkook interjects and you’re rolling your eyes, the damn leaderboard talk again.

You sigh, shaking your head slightly ‘‘Jungkook, for the upteenth time, I have no leaderboard,’’ you say slowly ‘‘I don’t measure my friendships.’’

He’s always been like this. The leaderboard he had made up trailed all the way back to Med School, you thought that by this point he would’ve forgotten about it.

But it’s Jungkook and he rarely lets things go.

‘‘You do!’’ he argues ‘‘Taehyung is in fifth place, because, let’s be honest─he’s not that great.’’ The pediatrician continues ‘‘Then Jin is in fourth place because ever since he started doing celebrity surgeries he thinks he’s better than us or something.’’

‘‘Oh, please! Jin is the most humble─’’

Jungkook interrupts you ‘‘Third place has been iffy, but I’m pretty sure I’m there right now because Yoongi brought you a tacky keychain from the Bahamas and that’s why he’s in second place now.’’

You frown, because you don’t think the keychain’s tacky at all. Sure, it’s a basic tourist gift and you don’t expect anything less from Yoongi.

‘‘And Namjoon’s always been in the top spot, but it’s alright because he’d be my first place too.’’

You sigh, eyes closed as you massage the side of your head ‘‘Are you done?’’ you ask and he hums, wondering if he missed anything else, but after covering all the bases, he nods. ‘‘Jungkook, there’s seriously no leaderboard, now why don’t you go home and rest? You need it.’’

You start to move and make your way down the hallway, there’s someone waiting for you on the basement parking and this discourse is only making you late.

‘‘Then why does Taehyung know about your date and not me?’’

Your legs come to a halt, turning around to face him again.

‘‘What? How do you─? How does─?’’ Your questions come out unfinished and Jungkook knows he’s caught you red handed.

Normally he’d boast about being right and rub it in your face, but this time, he doesn’t feel good about it. If anything, he wishes he was wrong.

Jungkook puts those thoughts aside, not wanting you to notice the slight hurt that’s on his face ‘‘You always tell me stuff, because I’m a second-third placer,’’ he explains ‘‘so just tell me, did Taehyung take my spot?’’.

You want to roll your eyes at your friend and tell him he’s being a big baby, but it does tug at your heartstrings seeing the look on his face. He’s disappointed that you didn’t share this news with him and you more than anyone know how much he hates being left out.

He really is disappointed, but for other reasons.

‘‘Okay, there are no places, alright?’’ you get closer to him and Jungkook nods ‘‘And I’m sorry, I was gonna tell you after to let you know how it went.’’ you assure and he’s forced to believe you ‘‘Now let’s go, it’s late and you need to sleep because you have a surgery scheduled early tomorrow.’’ the reminder comes with a smile and the corners of his mouth turn up at the action.

As you both make your way down, Jungkook clears his throat ‘‘So, uhm─are you driving over there?’’ he asks, trying to get you to spill more information about your date.

You shake your head ‘‘I didn’t bring my car today.’’

‘‘Oh, do you need a ride? I can take you.’’ he offers quickly and you giggle.

‘‘It’s fine, he’ll take me there.’’

Jungkook nods, eyes stuck on the ground and he doesn’t realize you’re both on the basement already. It doesn’t hit him until later the way you worded your answer.

‘‘He’s not picking you up?’’ he asks and you shake your head again ‘‘Wait─who’re you going on a date with?’’

It’s the first question Jungkook should’ve asked, but hadn’t because he didn’t want to seem nosy.

You’re not able to answer because a car stops in front of you two and the passenger’s seat window lowers down, revealing OBGYN Park Jimin with a big smile on his face, directing it straight towards you.

‘‘You ready?’’ he asks you, making you nod with a smile as well.

Jungkook doesn’t hear the way you say goodbye to him and how you tell him to get a good night’s sleep in preparation for tomorrow morning. The only thing he hears is the way you giggle by a comment Jimin makes once you hop inside his car, taking up the free space next to him.

The car leaves, leaving Jungkook standing alone in the basement parking as he looks at where the vehicle left.

It’s not Taehyung or Yoongi snatching his spot from the leaderboard, but Park Jimin instead.

a/n: me: don’t do the love triangle thing again!! also me: but what if i did the love triangle thing again?? o n thank u for the sweet comments on these drabbles they r rlly fun to write <3

#jungkook au #jungkook scenario #jungkook angst #jungkook drabble #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook au #jeon jungkook scenario #jeon jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook smut #i listened to aventura's 'la boda' as i wrote this lmao thank u romeo santos #releasing this now bc u just wanna put it out tbh like who cares abt schedules amirite

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easyrevenge · 4 years ago

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shinkami drabble

word count : 1.6k

ship: shinsou hitoshi / kaminari denki

rated: t

summary: denki has a crush on shinsou who works across the street at the second-hand music shop.

(ive never written shinkami before & i’ve been having writers block so i wrote this based on true events for warm-up.)

Kaminari is pretty sure he might die.

“You’re being so dramatic,” Mina tells him. And yeah, he is, but that hardly changes the fact that he’s starving. Not to death but it’s significant. He forgot to eat breakfast and wasn’t even on the schedule to work today. He’s just a good employee, and friend, or whatever. Denki thinks Mina could at least be a little more--”But, someone did leave their Café Luna bag behind about an hour ago. See what’s in it.”

Denki loves her. “Café Luna? That place is expensive!” And delicious, so he’s heard. The restaurant opened a few weeks ago down the block and since then the line has been wrapped around the corner.

He hurries to the back of their shop and rummages through the mini-refrigerator that definitely should have been cleaned out at least three weeks ago. Past some questionable yogurt cups, he finds what he’s looking for.

Denki only spends a solid five seconds debating the morality of the situation--is it rude to eat someone’s untouched food? What if they come back for it? But it’s a short-lived consideration, especially once he sees what’s inside; a small clear container with what a fancy as fuck sandwich—“It’s been an hour, surely they would have come back by now…” he reasons. Most importantly, as well as the deciding factor, “Oh hell yes!” A huge, insanely thick double chocolate chip cookie. “Sorry not sorry, loser.” Who the hell could leave any of this behind?

The sandwich is obliterated within minutes. Then Denki, because he is a good friend and model employee, brings the cookie back out to the front and offers some to Mina.

“You’re sweet, Denks,” she says, patting his shoulder. Then she laughs, “But it looks like you might cry if I say yes and you're forced to actually share.”

Denki really, really loves her.

He’s half-way through the cookie, propped up on the counter and munching away while Mina does all the clean up tasks that he’s excused from today for coming in. This is their usual slow hour anyway, not a customer in sight. Easy money.

“So, I forgot to tell you that your walking wet-dream came by earlier.”

Denki almost chokes on his cookie. “What! When? What was he wearing?”

Mina smiles as she wipes the counters down. “I was swamped so I didn’t get a good look. He was in and out pretty quick.”

Denki leans back against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment to revel in a quick day dream. One where he’s smooth and clever, manages to get his number, then maybe a date, a blow job, a boyfriend, a decent, regularly scheduled lay. He’d take that in any order, really.

Denki’s never actually talked to the guy but he does know his name is Shinsou thanks to a very tactful phone call by Mina. He works at the secondhand music store across the street and one morning while opening shop they made eye contact across the asphalt. Denki had been sweeping while the other was writing a music lesson schedule on a chalkboard menu. It was anticlimactic, lasting no more than three seconds, but Denki never stops thinking about it.

Shinsou is intimidating in the way that most pretty people are. He looks mean, disinterested. It pulls Denki in unquestionably, especially because he always smiles (full teeth) whenever he spots Shinsou through the window and rarely gets anything back except the highly coveted lifted eyebrow. Denki’s favorite thing about him is his eyes, dark and liquidy.

Denki also cares a lot about fashion and Shinsou’s clothes are the brand of cool that is obviously effortless, all black. His messy purple hair is usually pushed back with one of those cheap, zigzag plastic hair combs that were popular in the 90s.

Shinsou is aggressively hot, it’s almost offensive. Denki isn’t sure if he has a league but Shinsou is out of everyone’s.

“I can’t believe he actually came in. What did he order?”

Mina shrugs, “He just bought bottled water but he did spend a minute staring at your freaky art.”

“Oh my god,” Denki flushes pink with excitement and disbelief. He doesn’t exactly call himself an artist but he does fuck around a lot in his small studio and paint weird, neon colored, warped looking Pokémon-monster hybrids. Mina let’s him display them around her fruit shop because she’s a good friend.

A customer comes in and Denki continues to lounge on the counter, still daydreaming of purple hues and picking at the cookie while Mina makes a smoothie that has far too many vegetables.

“Hey Denks,” Mina says after the customer has left with their inevitable bowel movement in a cup. She sounds weird. He looks over and she’s smiling like the Cheshire Cat. He knows he’s fucked. “We’re best friends and I’m your boss, so you’re obligated to forgive me.”

Denki’s heart is squeezing tight and he stares wide eyed. “What did you do?”

Mina turns to look out through the front windows where Shinsou is currently looking left, then right, before doing a half-jog across the street. She hurriedly looks back at Denki, “I forgot to tell you the Café Luna bag was Shinsou’s and now it looks like he’s coming back for it and I’m going to go on my break now, bye.” She says the last part in one breath while the door opens and the little bell on top rings.

Shinsou walks in and all the air is pulled from Denki’s lungs.

Denki doesn’t have time to think, just react. He practically throws himself off the counter and—again, not thinking because who has time for that when someone that good-looking is walking your way—does the only thing he can think of to dispose of the evidence.

He shoves the rest of the cookie into his mouth. It’s a big fucking cookie, even with only half of it left.

He never should have come into work today.

The chime of the door tinkers again when it closes and Denki knows he has about 3.5 seconds before Shinsou reaches the front counter. He chews vigorously, practically suffocating on cookie crumbs and chocolate chips, but it’s all just turned to paste in his mouth and there’s no hope.

Then, he starts to choke.

“Should I call emergency services or just let you die.” It hardly sounds like a question and if it is, Shinsou is asking himself.

Denki sputters, standing up from his half-crouch in an attempt to hold on to an ounce of his dignity. But it’s all lost when they make eye contact and Denki knows there’s nothing he can do, so he just holds up a finger to say hold on before spinning around and grabbing the small trash bin under the sink.

He spits the cookie mush into the bin, eyes watering while he coughs the dust out of his lungs, and prays that death comes swiftly in the next few seconds.

Denki hates Mina. So, so much.

Catching his breath, Denki leans forward over the sink and runs the water. He wonders if he should fill it up and drown himself but opts for rinsing his face instead. The eyes boring holes into his back are unrelenting and vicious. He turns around and regrets being born.

Shinsou is way too goddamn pretty. His eyes drink Denki in, full of judgement and unabashed intensity before blinking back into nonchalance. “He lives.”

Denki can’t help it, he laughs. It’s loud and a bit wet because he hasn’t wiped off his face. What a mess. “Unfortunately.”

Shinsou doesn’t allow for any awkward silences though, just moves the conversation forward with ease. Denki barely has time to feel embarrassed but he knows he’s blushing deeper with every millisecond that ticks by.

“I left my lunch here earlier, I think. A bag from Café Luna.”

Denki considers lying because surely that would be the easiest route. He attempts to wipe his face off with the inner elbow of his sweater, nervous. “Oh—uh, I don’t…”

Shinsou holds up a long, slender finger. Denki wonders what instruments he plays. Maybe he should sign up for one of his lessons, give himself a second-chance to make a good impression. Erase this one from existence.

He shakes his head, explaining, “You have chocolate smeared on your chin.” An obvious accusation. Denki is so fucked.

He sighs. “The cookie looked way too good, dude.” It feels good to confess, at least. “I’m sorry,” Denki apologizes, eyes downcast as he pulls at the hem of his sweater.

“Are you,” Shinsou replies and Denki wants to run out the door but then something happens. Shinsou laughs. It’s a quiet sound, breathy and warm and deep. Denki looks up and smiles brightly because wow, that sounds like music. “I don’t think you are.”

Denki catches something like a smile on the corner of Shinsou’s mouth and it gives him some of his confidence back. Just enough. “Yeaaaah,” he breathes, grinning sheepishly. “It was really tasty so maybe not that sorry.”

“Sorry you got caught.”

“Definitely.”

“A true criminal.” Shinsou nods, something like approval. Then he pulls out his phone to check the time. Denki is already disappointed this interaction is ever going to end, despite his embarrassment.

“I’ll have the sandwich back at least, I only have ten minutes left of my lunch break. I’m starving.”

No, yeah, Denki is going to fucking murder Mina. He’ll be an actual criminal.

Denki knows his silence is telling but there’s no cool way to talk himself out of this. Instead he puts on his best pouty smile and apologetic eyes. Shinsou looks so unimpressed until he doesn’t, just annoyed.

He clicks his tongue, sucking air through his teeth like a disappointed parent. “I’m off in three hours.”

Denki pulls a face. “Oh-kay.”

Shinsou looks like he wants to roll his eyes. Denki feels hot all over, degraded even though he hasn’t been called any names or chastised.

The silence makes Denki itchy so he breaks it with a fountain of apologies and offers to pay him back. “Do you have Venmo? Just charge me the cost! My username is 69Pika—”

“Please, stop.”

“Okay.”

Shinsou knocks his knuckles on the counter, looking him over once more before taking a few steps back. Another customer comes in and the bell tinkers twice, open, then close.

They watch each other for a moment.

“If you’re off in time, you’re buying dinner after my shift. I’ll meet you outside the shop.” Then Shinsou turns and leaves and Denki just smiles because what the fuck else was he supposed to do.

God, he loves Mina.

#shinkami #kamishin #denki x shinsou #bnha

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twokinkybeans · 4 years ago

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Take A Chance On Me [Peter Parker x Tony Stark: A Drabble/Crackfic]

A short drabble of Peter sending his application to Tony in the hopes of becoming an intern at Stark Industries. Except, Peter doesn't exactly follow protocol.

Based on THIS Tumblr post (Post talks about sending Abba’s ‘Take A Chance Of Me’ along with a job application letter rather than a resume).

Notes: Can be read either as Starker or Irondad. No hate pls. I wrote this fic very quickly and didn't feel like editing it much. So I'm sorry if it's rambly! I think it's safe to say it's a bit of a crackfic as well whoops. -Kim

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Tony groans when he sees the horror of a whopping one-hundred and eighty-three unread emails in his inbox. He rubs his eyes, then blinks a few times. "Fuck me," he sighs as he sits up straight to open the first email. He knows he should hire someone to go through these, but he's too much of a perfectionist to even let anyone come near them, let alone answer them.

It's nearly 3 p.m. when Tony's got only 11 emails next. He longs for a coffee. Knowing that even after these emails, he's got thousands of other tasks to take care of. Why had he thought it'd be fun to be a CEO? Why had he-

Subject: Internship Application

Tony frowns when he sees the next email in line. Whoever sent this to him's got some nerve. It is very clearly specified that any sort of application, be it for internships or jobs, should be sent to the HR section, not to Tony personally.

However, his curiosity wins over and he opens the email. If it’s in his inbox, why not take a look at it, right?

Hi, Mr. Stark!

My aunt said I should make a good first impression, so I got creative. Don't worry about my grades and background, if I'm not smart enough I'll be kicked out of the program the first day I know. Believe me. I've got the brains.

Instead of my resume, you'll find a little surprise attached to this email. I do hope you like it, Sir!

Best regards, Peter Benjamin Parker

Tony squints. This has got to be a joke, right? No one in their right mind would ever send Tony a direct email like this. He is intrigued though, so he does open the attached file.

"Boss," Friday's voice comes in. "It's an audio file. Do you want me to play it?" "Yes, go ahead," Tony flails his hand dismissively, simply too fascinated by all of this nonsense.

"Playing audio file."

" If you change your mind I'm the first in line Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know Gonna be around If you've got no place to go When you're feeling down "

Tony blinks. Once. Twice. Then bursts into loud laughter. He doesn't ask Friday to stop the song. Instead, he sits back and lets the music echo through his otherwise quiet office. Gosh, it’s been a while since he last listened to Abba.

" Take a chance on me That's all I ask of you, honey Take a chance on me"

Tony has a shit-eating grin on his face. He can't believe that this… Peter Parker kid, had the guts to do this. But, he must admit, it took him off guard in a good way. And of course, the kid is right. If he gets hired, he'll still have to prove himself anyways.

"Friday," Tony hums, his mood having turned a 180 degrees. "Schedule an appointment with Peter Parker for me. Tomorrow."

"Of course, boss."

Tony licks his lips and chuckles under his breath when he hits the answer button and quickly adds a YouTube link. He doesn’t add any text, Friday will send the invite either way, but it’s too good a chance to let it slip through his fingers.

Peter’s eyes widen when a new notification pops up on his screen. RE: Internship Application.

“Oh God,” he mumbles. This is the moment of truth. His fingers quickly tap the notification and he squints his eyes to read the email as fast as possible- except there’s no text in there. “Huh?”

Peter clicks the YouTube link and waits for the video to load. “Abba - The Day Before You Came.” Peter grins and shakes his head. Tony Stark replied. He actually sent an Abba song back. Peter has no clue if he’s hired or not, but at least he’s got a reply. Oh! Wait, he’s got another email...

Subject: Appointment with Mr. Stark

Peter gasps.

#drabble #AO3 fanfic #fan fiction #fandom #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic #marvel fanfiction #starker fanfiction #peter parker #tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tony stark/peter parker #tony x peter #crack #crackfic

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ubemango · 5 years ago

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Year after year (after tear after tear)

note 1: I wrote this last semester after watching deathly hallows for the one hundredth time... I got mad that Ron/Hermione were a thing instead of Harry/Hermione ANYWAY that’s not the point of the fic but U know that feel when Ron/Lavender were together and Hermione was crying the whole time??? Yeah that’s the point of this fic. Also based off a drabble I didn’t reupload; this is the revamped version ig

+ thank you Luna and Miss Minnie for helping me out and reading through this <3

note 2: “Ella will u ever write anything other than college au” Nope die mad about it

PAIRING. jeongguk/being in love, reader/crying, taehyung/being a good friend:( GENRE. sad romance. it’s college angst RATED. T WORD COUNT. 3.4k WARNINGS. I don’t mean it. SUMMARY. Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

let me go, let me stay, let me live in oblivion...

cehryl, sway

(1)

He doesn’t even need to say she’s there. It’s the same succession of movement every time: his spine will go rigid, then his eyes will light up. Maybe he’ll twiddle his thumbs under the table too. He fidgets like he is.

“I really like her,” Jeongguk sighs.

“That’s good,” you answer.

You stab at the margins of your notebook with your pen. Taehyung doesn’t say anything. He sits across you, unwounded and wholly unbothered, taking another bite of his messy sandwich. At least he cares enough to send you a look that says he understands your vexation.

“Why don’t you go talk to her then?” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk fidgets a little more. He sends another forlorn look past Taehyung’s shoulders. “She hasn’t texted me back.”

“When’d you text her?”

“Like two hours ago.”

“Hmph,” Taehyung grumbles. Instantly you think of Jeongguk waking up with the urgent need to text Jieun. You resist making the disturbed noise that itches at your throat.

“Maybe she’s just too busy,” Jeongguk argues.

“Well she is carrying a billion textbooks,” you chime in. And you’re not wrong. Jieun stands near the pizza station, contemplating lunch choices with the burdens of fourth-year organic chemistry and animal physiology in her tiny hands. She’s dainty in that pretty way. If you had the gall, you’d be green with jealousy, but even you can’t deny her charm.

“Maybe I’ll go help her—“

Taehyung slams his hands across the table on his arm. “Do not.”

“She’s so cute.” Jeongguk resigns, sitting back down.

If you were kinder to yourself, you’d excuse your presence for the sake of finding solace in your homework elsewhere. There’s a weird mixture of pity and rapture that keeps you glued to your seat though; while you loathe to sit out one more second of Jeongguk foaming at the mouth for annoyingly-pretty-Jieun, there’s also the anchor in your heart that weighs you right back down to him.

In a less metaphoric translation: he cut his hair and he looks really good.

“So are you… talking talking?” Taehyung asks through mushy bread.

“Sorta,” Jeongguk says. “I mean—she and I talk through Snap.”

“Does she save your messages?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus,” Taehyung says again.

“I do,” Jeongguk interjects.

“Christ.” Taehyung snorts. “Do you guys have any classes together?”

“A-level anthropology. She needed it for her degree requirement.”

It makes sense. “So she was the fourth year you had to talk to for group discussion,” you recall.

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re in love with her.” (Taehyung gives you a sharp stare.)

“Well—sure,” Jeongguk replies. “I don’t know. She’s cool. The other day she was watching a stream of someone playing Resident Evil and my heart was so—big for her.”

You scrunch your nose. He says this like you didn’t come over the second it came out and took turns playing it with him but you won’t bring it up. “Cute,” you say instead.

“Oh.” You watch his phone light up on the table. “It’s—she messaged me back.”

Jeongguk stays preoccupied tapping furiously on his screen. Taehyung finishes his sandwich with a gulp, offering you one more glance of understanding. Your chest hurts.

(2)

There’s a movie playing in the student lounge tonight. Some high-definition, revolutionary take on pop culture you haven’t watched the trailer for yet. It’s Jeongguk who invites you.

He’s saved you a seat next to him on the couch, buttered popcorn hot on his lap. “You’re late,” Jeongguk complains when you fall into the cushion next to him.

“I don’t like movies.”

“But you like me.”

You know it’s a joke. But offence comes in the form of a shiver that runs right down your back, and if he was any closer he probably would have felt it. “Sure,” you answer instead. “Taehyung not here yet?”

“Nah.” He tips the bucket in your direction in offering, and you scoop a handful of kernels. “He had some band rehearsal or something. He’ll probably come later.”

The opening scenes drone into a buzz you pay half-attention to. A lot of people are here tonight, and the convention of silence isn’t something they really care about because you can barely hear what you’re not even trying to listen to. Jeongguk groans. “So loud,” he says.

You shrug. “Are you sad about that?”

“Shut up.” He clicks his tongue. Spreads his legs and leans back attractively, and you cross your legs to distract yourself from the sudden track of desire that makes a course through your head. Literally any boy could do the same douchey thing and you’d find it gross, but Jeongguk was never any boy. Jeongguk is clumsy and knocks his knees against yours and apologizes quick under his breath, and you notice he hasn’t looked at you once.

You don’t put it past him. You probably shouldn’t be so preoccupied with your messy love life when the one it concerns is right next to you. But it’s easy to get lost in the lull of the movie you’re not here for, seeking out Jeongguk’s presence, because it’s what you do when you don’t care about the consequences.

You turn to him when he nudges your shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“I see Jieun.”

Of course he sees Jieun. You know how it works. The signal that blares the second you notice something’s right about the room, your periphery shrinking into the one thing, and it was Jeongguk sitting on this couch. You didn’t even need to search for him because he was just there. Now Jieun is just there and and you’re here but not to Jeongguk.

Never for Jeongguk.

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. Up front?”

“Mhm.”

The glow of the screen surrounds her, almost like she’s some holy deity. Trust Jieun to make the back of her head just as pretty as her face. There’s bitterness, but there’s also acceptance, and that’s what’s mashing at your insides. “She’s alone,” you remark.

“She says she likes going to the movies here,” Jeongguk says, and it clicks.

“So you’re here for her.”

He scratches his chin, frowning. “I—maybe. Yeah,” he flounders.

You're quiet for the sake of being polite, but a million derisive words jumble quiet in your head. Like you’d said earlier, you don’t even like movies. But it meant an hour and a half of wondering if his thigh would touch yours. An amalgamation of all the sweetest things you could imagine happening in this two-seater, and he won’t spare you one glance.

You find your words before you start floundering, too. “So are you gonna talk to her?”

“I want to.”

“You should if you want to.”

“I just—“ he pauses when the dialogue continues loudly on-screen— “I… have a question.”

“Sure.”

“Friend to friend.” Your insides freeze up. For a strange couple seconds, you contemplate laughing. “I just—I feel so clueless. I like her a lot but it feels like it’s going nowhere. One second I’m texting her and it really seems like it’s going somewhere and then she doesn’t talk to me for two days.”

“Sounds rough,” you offer.

“It’s annoying. I don’t know. I mean we’re nowhere near exclusive but I’m still sorta hurt, y’know? Is it—is it wrong for me to feel like that? Am I allowed to feel this sad?”

Jeongguk takes the pause for your initial thoughts to dump a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You both stare forward, and you know who he’s looking at. “Is that your question?” You mumble.

“Yeah.”

You stick your hand in the bucket. Jeongguk takes his hand out. “You’re allowed to be sad.”

“Hm,” he huffs.

“It’s a bad feeling—like you’re going somewhere with someone when you really aren’t,” you continue. You bring your knees up to your chest, and if your shoes scuff the couch you don’t really care. “It’s not your fault. I get it. You get the—the hope that she’ll keep talking to you, because if she’s not then it feels like she doesn’t care, right? And it all just blows up in your face when you don’t talk but when you do it feels good again. You know. Like a cycle.”

Jeongguk nods fast. “A dumb cycle,” he snorts, and you can’t help but agree.

“You’ll be fine,” you say.

“Thanks.” He bumps his elbow against yours in an effort to lighten up the mood. “You know. Whoever you end up with? They’re really lucky.”

Ouch. That’s literally the last thing you’d planned on hearing tonight, but you’ll take it anyway. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I mean it!”

“Thanks.” You’ve never doubted his sincerity—never will. But when it works against your favour, it’s hard to hide being terse. Especially when you have nothing left to say.

On-screen, a couple shares a passionate kiss.

“I don’t like this movie,” you decide.

Jeongguk hums. “Sorry.”

The moment is done. You had come for loveless possibilities; watched them disintegrate with every word Jeongguk spoke. The rational part of your brain reminds you it isn’t his fault.

It’s always yours.

“You should go sit with her,” you encourage.

“Really?”

If Jeongguk’s trying to hide his excitement, it’s not working. He sucks in his bottom lip. Something he does when he’s contemplating anything nerve-wracking, and with the awful feeling stabbing your stomach, you remember how hard it is to forget the small things about him. “Go. I’ll save this seat for Taehyung.”

“Alright,” he resolves. He hands you the popcorn bucket. Gives you one last hopeful look and bounds off to the front without warning.

You watch him whisper to get Jieun's attention. She adjusts fast, it seems—he slides in the couch right next to her in an instant. When his shoulder touches hers, your heart shatters.

Taehyung doesn’t show up. When the movie’s done, Jeongguk and Jieun are nowhere to be seen.

At least you got the popcorn to yourself.

(3)

“You’re such a masochist,” Taehyung declares.

“Maybe.”

"Stop talking to him."

"Stop talking to our best friend?" No one really comes to the library on weekends. It's a void you signed up to volunteer in, shelving books in peace. But this time Taehyung insisted he come by to help you out. Really he'd just felt bad that he couldn't make it to movie night last week, and he'd listened to the failed outcome with kind ears—and unkind advice. "I can't just—do that."

"I mean like taking a friendship break," he suggests. You hand him the generous weight of a British literature anthology to slot in. "What the fuck. This is so heavy. Anyway go join a club or something. Distract yourself."

"So much work."

"Yeah but would you rather die every time J-word comes around?" Taehyung frowns when you push the trolley ahead without him. "Priorities. Priorities!"

His volume is a touch higher than the acceptable whisper, and you make sure his foot falls victim to the sudden stop of the wheels. He grumbles when it scuffs his shoe. "It's not easy!" You scold tightly.

"Neither is sticking around him all the time! It's been three years. We graduate soon. And I don't want to sound mean, but you need to deal with all of this better."

What he means? An honest effort. What you take from it? Nothing, because dealing with it means confronting your feelings with a rationality you don't have. You'll never be poised enough for that.

"It's not easy," you repeat.

You're getting restive, rifling through the spines of books with unsteady hands. You want to blame the coffee you had before coming in, but the more you succumb to Taehyung's comfort, the more you unravel. He does nothing but watch now. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Like really?"

Easy question. You still hesitate. "Nope."

He sighs like he didn't want that answer. "It's been a long time, huh."

Of what, he doesn't say. He doesn't need to. You know what the context is—Jeongguk became a constant the minute you'd exchanged hellos in first year. Your friendship was never an extravagant affair: just something you'd pursued with no romantic prompt whatsoever, because statistics isn't the easiest for people who are only doing it for the credit. He's always been good at easy things.

It's all about happenstance. How saying hi to a kind face in a cold classroom means unfolding three years worth of tumult. You think of all the fairytales you’ve lived: fifth-grade harbingers of cheek kisses, high school promises that would bring you to the ends of the Earth. Now, a lost cause, because college isn’t grounds for fair endings, and the authors of your fate are not kind. How easy it would be to just pick it up and shove it along with the other books you push into the shelf.

You can't help but mirror Jeongguk's anguish. "I'm stupid," you confess, rounding the next aisle to crouch and stock the bottom of the bookcase.

Taehyung hums. "You're not."

"It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," he argues. "You're just good at loving someone. But that doesn't mean it feels good. Don't be mad when I say what I'm about to say."

"Okay," you caution.

"Sometimes I want to punch your head," Taehyung explains. He tuts when you make a target of his ankle with the hardcover in your hand. "You know? Pinch the I love Jeongguk nerves till they go away."

"You're very nice.”

He runs a hand along the spines of the history of the Middle Ages. "I just don't like seeing you so hurt all the time,” he says. He walks on ahead wordlessly. You stare at the boring carpet of the floor, and think of how nice it is to have Taehyung as a friend.

(3.9)

There’s something particularly amazing about the drive to do well in school: the hyper-sensitive awareness of your dwindling sense of self, because late nights and dehydration have pretty much become personal traits at this point. You’ll look online for ways to do self-care later. It’s a fatalistic time of year, studying for exams. Maybe you should straighten your back, but no one’s in your room to scold you this late at night.

It takes two seconds past midnight for Taehyung to bulldoze through your text notifications.

[12:00:02 AM] taehyubg: HAPPY

[12:00:04 AM] taehyubg: BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [12:00:09 AM] taehyubg: Sorry u have to study about profit margins or whatever [12:00:15 AM] taehyubg: Take it easy 👌🏼

[12:00:30 AM] You: thank you :)

[12:00:38 AM] You: fhdfkjhsfkjf i’m tired!!!!! buy me coffee tomorrow as ur gift

[12:01:09 AM] taehyubg: Yeah

[12:01:13 AM] taehyubg: Maybe

[12:01:15 AM] taehyubg: :P

[12:01:29 AM] taehyubg: Ok I’ll let u study. Seriously though. good luck!

[12:01:40 AM] You: thank u:) again lol

You lay your phone down flat. Too many temptations to consider if you keep the screen within your periphery, but that doesn't stop you from leaving the ringer on.

In the thoughtless state of staring at your loopy handwriting, you think of Jeongguk.

Maybe he’s hunched over his desk, too. Contemplating his own writing, because they’re incomprehensible and he’s too proud to give up the faux-cursive he’s learned for fast lecturers.

Or maybe he’s lying down in bed, considering sleep with tired eyes. Maybe he listens to the ticking of his clock. The seconds trailing past midnight, and maybe, you hope, maybe it’s still too early, because he's never forgotten your birthday before.

The shrieks of your phone scratching the wood on your desk ring loud. You try not to sink into sad possibilities. So you grab for it, and the split second before you swipe, you see Jeongguk’s face, and you sigh in relief.

“Hi,” his voice filters through the line. "Is it—am I too late? Is it late?"

"No. Not at all," you answer a little more breathlessly than you want to let on.

"Oh. Cool. Ha. How—how are you?"

Not an uncommon greeting but you thought—”I’m good."

"Good. You're studying too right? You have your exam tomorrow?"

"So you just called to check on me?"

"Sure."

"Ah. Okay," you whisper.

"Actually, no—I. I called because I just wanted someone to talk to. If that's okay."

The screen is strikingly cold on your hot cheek. If you focus hard enough, the atoms inside you might collide faster and burst into complete hysterics. You think the drama is warranted.

Of course he forgot your birthday.

"It's fine,” you mumble. “Are you okay?"

"I just—ahhh… Just nervous is all. Jieun, she—we’re seeing another movie tomorrow night, so."

"Well you're just watching a movie."

"Yeah but. I don't know. I don't have you, this time."

You could analyze the irony of that sentence but then you'd really explode. The softness of his words are stifling. "Sorry."

"I just want it to be perfect," he says.

"That's good."

Jeongguk makes a rough noise. Stretching, probably. "Are you sure I'm not calling too late?"

"Positive," you answer. Rigid in your posture, like how he changes his stance when he sees Jieun. Now, you don't really see anything. Just the blur of the oddities of your messy notes and the very real truth of the boy who knows nothing, sitting in his room, oblivious to the pounding of your heart. Your head. It hurts to keep your eyes open.

"Cool. Thanks," he sighs. "Thanks for—uh. Listening. I keep talking about... her. Don't I?"

"Yeah, but. We can't help who we like, can we."

"Right."

Tonight he talks about her pretty fingernails, and her shiny hair. The buzzing in your ears cuts him off thirty minutes into the phone call. You think you might convince yourself to spew the polemic sitting ugly under your tongue, so you bid him a hasty goodbye with the excuse of covering content you haven't gotten to yet.

He hangs up first. You feel much, much older.

(4)

There’s a bench on the east side of campus, across the iron statue of a revered professor. It’s decorated with a dandelion flower crown. A bird alights on its head. Taehyung meets you with a medium coffee, and a muted smile.

"You did good," he says.

You give him an attempt at a grateful look. Today, nothing sits right: the exam was hellish, and the skin of your ring finger throbs red from writing too hard. The loom of your headache threatens a siege but you sip at the heat of your coffee before you can think about it. “Thanks.”

Taehyung sighs into his seat. “Nice weather,” he jokes. He points at the chubby swallow currently chirping high noises of delight. “It’s saying happy birthday.”

“That’s cute.”

“Speaking of a little birdie,” he clears his throat, “heard our little fledgling was psyched for another date soon.”

You are very aware. And it’s not like he had to be cautious about bringing the subject up—Taehyung’s as much of an insider about Jeongguk’s love life as much as you are victim. Friendship codes are complicated. Taehyung knows how much you hurt. “He called me last night.”

“He did?”

“Oh yeah. Told me all about how he wanted everything to be perfect,” you recall. You feel the daggers of Taehyung’s gaze on your face. “I—I don’t know anything anymore.”

He shrugs. “You’re smart.”

“He didn’t remember it was my birthday.”

“So did you remind him?”

“No,” you admit.

“You’re smart,” Taehyung repeats. “Letting him get all in his head. Makes his downfall that much better.”

You take refuge in his aggressive comfort, the dying warmth of the cup in your hands. The grip you have, tightens. “So what I’m hearing is that you’re on my side.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Jieun this, Jieun that.” He clicks his teeth. “Maybe I do. I don’t know. But if all that it does is make you so small like this…”

The swallow has been pecking at the professor’s glasses. It takes a moment to reflect, twisting its neck in a robotic staccato. Then it flies off. Up, up—flapping and struggling, and it soars right past the windows of the student lounge.

Jeongguk and Jieun make a very pretty pair waiting in line for free popcorn. Taehyung lets you squeeze his arm.

“Is it supposed to feel like this?” You falter in the question.

“No,” he says. He accepts your tears with his hard shoulder. “It shouldn’t. But happy birthday anyway.”

#bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts #jungkook #ubemango fic #f: year after year

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seokmingiggles · 4 years ago

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english breakfast.

Prompt: "You never cease to amaze me."

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x gender neutral reader (technically, the original one-shot this drabble comes from has a female reader)

Genre: fluff, established relationship, post-apocalyptic!au (a drabble from my IWYMH universe).

1.14k words

Warnings: a quick mention of making out, a very brief allusion to a deceased friend of the reader (from the original one-shot; it is not described here).

You and your boyfriend reminisce about some of the times you’ve had throughout your year spent together. Particularly about when you first fell for each other.

Alternatively, when you unexpectedly met Seungkwan on that fateful winter day continues to hold a special place in your heart.

A/N: I wanted to revisit the universe of the fic I wrote that kind of changed everything for me (alright, that sounds much more dramatic than it is). It was while I was creating IWYMH just over a month ago that I realized I wanted to start posting my writing online again for the first time in years. It reminded me how much I love creative writing and also how much I missed it.

By no means do you have to read the original for this one to make sense! Especially since it's over 10k words, and this barely surpasses 1k. If by chance you have read the original, this drabble takes place just before it begins.

Back to the teacup masterlist.

•• "You never cease to amaze me, love," you say with a smile as Seungkwan provides you with your favourite mug, the smell of the tea flooding your senses.

"It's just a cup of tea, (Y/N), calm down."

"But you're the one who made it," you sing as he shakes his head with a smile. You change the subject out of courtesy of his burning ears, "What has to get done today?"

Seungkwan returns next to you on the living room floor with his own cup of tea, gingerly taking a sip from the steaming beverage. "Today's another run into the city. We're in search of medical equipment and toiletries primarily."

"We're?"

"Yeah, that's right, it's you and me today," your boyfriend beams and pokes your smiling cheek. "It means that I won't have to worry about you heading out with Junhui or Taehyung again. Instead, I'll be able to look out for you."

"Right, because I need to be looked after," you playfully roll your eyes. "That better not be code for making out in the back of a car or something."

"Who's to say?" Seungkwan asks lightly, feigning ignorance.

You shake your head at his words, but a smile still prominent on your face and cheeks becoming rosy at the thought of sneaking off with your boyfriend.

You trace your thumb over the steaming mug of tea, basking in the silence next to Seungkwan.

"Hey," he says with a soft voice, "do you remember before we began dating? I would make you cups of tea then, and we would sit here," he gestures to the couch beside you, "or outside on the balcony when the weather was warm enough."

"Yes, of course, I remember." You beam at thinking back to last year when you first began to bond with Seungkwan more upon arriving at the cabin.

"Well, it's been a year."

You lift your gaze to look at the boy. Slightly caught off guard, your expression reflects the newness of the information.

"Has it already? Gosh, that went by fast." Your head tilts in disbelief. "I'm sorry I didn't remember. I'm not the best at remembering dates—well, except for…" your words trail off, thinking about your childhood friend you lost, likewise last year.

"You don't have to say it, I know," Seungkwan reassures you. His hand lifts to your back, pulling you in for a side-hug, careful to not spill the hot drink you're holding, nor knocking his over where it's resting on the floor.

You lean your head onto his shoulder as you focus on the small circles he rubs between your shoulder blades. The teacup you're holding warms your hands while the kiss Seungkwan places on the top of your head warms your heart.

"Do you want to know the first time I realized I had a crush on you?"

As he processes your words, Seungkwan's hand stops moving momentarily, until he replies, "Only if I can give my answer after, too. About you."

"Okay," you smile, shifting slightly in your boyfriend's embrace to find optimum comfort. "It was one of the nights we spent talking until dawn on the balcony."

"You'll have to be more specific, love," you can hear the smile evident in Seungkwan's voice. "We've spent a lot of nights talking outside."

You giggle, "You're right. We tend to do that a lot, don't we?" You take a sip of the tea that's now cooled to a pleasant temperature. "It couldn't have been much longer than a month after I arrived. You were comforting me about—well, about a lot of things, but one thing that stuck with me was how you reminded me that life continues." You slowly pull yourself from Seungkwan's hold to look at him, "You reminded me that life continues even through difficult times."

"That's when you began falling for me?"

"That's all you got from that?" you lightly quip back but continue, "Time heals; you weren't the one who first taught me that, but you're certainly the one who proved it for me. This past year—this time with you—it's been healing."

"And I wouldn't change a thing," Seungkwan says in a hushed tone.

He leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, then your lips. A habitual smile breaks out onto your face at the gesture.

"Now, do you want to know the first time I realized I was screwed?"

"You make it sound like falling for me was a bad thing."

"No, definitely not a bad thing," Seungkwan reassures you, "'I was screwed' in an 'Oh, well, I guess this is who my heart belongs to now,' kind of way."

You furrow your eyebrows, yet a grin remains evident on your face. "You're not making it sound very romantic, love."

"Anyways," the boy presses on, "it was none other than the day of your arrival when I first saw you wearing my sweatshirt."

"Oh, come on," you lightly push his shoulder. "You better not say it was love at first sight."

"It was love at first sight."

"Boo Seungkwan, I swear to–"

"Okay, maybe not love at first sight, but seriously, that was the moment I knew you were someone special. And you are someone special, I was right."

"What you are is cheesy," your head finds its spot on the boy's shoulder again.

"You're the one who brought the topic up in the first place, (Y/N). And besides," Seungkwan's nose nuzzles the top of your head, "you love me, I'm allowed to be cheesy."

You mumble something along the lines of him being right but drown your words in your cup of tea.

"Time to head out," you hear Wheein call from the doorway.

Your boyfriend stands first. "Time to head out," he repeats.

You nod and take Seungkwan's hand he holds out for you to help you up.

You deposit the ceramic cups in the kitchen before slipping on your boots and a light jacket. Seungkwan grabs a backpack after putting on his shoes and holds out a second bag for you to take.

Once Minghao comes to the porch to meet you all, the four of you begin the trek to head out into town.

Seungkwan's hand finds yours, fingers lacing in a comforting clasp. Your gaze lifts to meet his; you're both bearing gentle smiles at the simple act of affection.

Behind Seungkwan's head, you catch the familiar glimpse of his sweater—clean and drying on the clothesline strung between the house and a neighbouring tree. It slightly sways in the gentle spring breeze between the mix of the other clothes hanging to dry. That sweater has been your favourite article to wear since the day you unexpectedly arrived at this refuge, and you don't anticipate that to change anytime soon; likewise, your feelings about the boy whose hand fits perfectly in yours.

••

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blossom-hwa · 5 years ago

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Heliophilia - JEONGIN

I wrote this thinking the entire time of Jeongin’s smile :)

Unbeleafable prompt: jumping in a leaf pile

Pairing: Jeongin x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, school!au

Triggers: some cursing

Word Count: 1.5k

Heliophilia: the desire to stay in the sun, love of sunlight

For old times’ sake, you and Jeongin play in the leaves once more.

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There was a time when you loved raking the leaves in fall, a time when life was simpler and consisted of four main things – sleep, eat, work, and play. Now, life can still pretty much be divided into those four groups, but there are a lot more intricacies. Eating is less for joy and more for health (blah). Sleep time has decreased. And work and play have more or less molded together into one blob that you don’t really know what to make sense of.

Exhibit A: raking the god damn leaves.

You trudge outside, shivering at the cold of the fall breeze mixed with the faint sunshine above. The scene is beautiful, really – red and orange leaves covering the grass, the sun shining warmly down and making them glow gold in the afternoon light. For a moment, it feels like you’ve been thrown back in time as memories come rushing back of the days you and your best friend, Jeongin, used to play in the leaves.

A small smile rises on your face at the thought of Jeongin’s pretty grin. So you might have a crush on your best friend. What of it?

“Y/N!”

Speak of the fucking devil.

Jeongin, smiling widely with those fox eyes of his that you’ve grown not just to like, but to love, waves to you from the street. “Wanna come with me to the park?”

You groan. “I’d love to, but Mom wants me to rake the leaves,” you complain, gesturing to the expanse of leaf-covered grass all around you. “Maybe next week?”

He pouts, which doesn’t do good things to your heart. Lips pursed, he surveys the scene, then brightens. “I could help!”

“Innie, I can’t ask you to do that,” you start. Plus, having you near me probably won’t do good things to my heart. “Don’t you have better things to do than sweat unnecessarily?”

“I mean, I can’t exactly leave my best friend to be bored out of her mind, raking leaves,” he retorts. “The least I can do is help her suffer a bit less because I’m a decent human being.”

You snort, staunchly ignoring the flutter in your chest. “The last time you threatened to pour milk down Jisung’s shirt says otherwise.”

“Well, he deserved it.” Jeongin lets himself into your front yard. “The rakes are still where they used to be, right?”

With a sigh, you nod. “Shed in the back.”

A few hours of sweat and complaints later, all of the leaves are in piles. The ground looks very barren, a lot less like the picture-perfect scene that filled the yard just before you got started. You lean on your rake, glaring at the stupid piles of red and orange. “Fucking finally,” you groan, wiping a bead of sweat off of your face.

“Yeah,” Jeongin echoes, looking at the leaves with a sort of distant expression on his face.

Your eyebrows furrow. “Something wrong?” you ask, plopping down on the now bare grass. Jeongin sits next to you, a pensive look in his eyes.

“I don’t know. Not really, I guess.” He turns to you with an uncharacteristically solemn look on his face. “Remember when we used to play around in the leaves?”

“Yeah.” You blow a strand of hair out of your face. “Was kind of thinking about that just before you showed up. Those were the good times.”

Jeongin hums in reply, the smile gone from his face. “It just feels like we’ve grown up really fast,” he finally says. “Now we’re raking the leaves like it’s a chore instead of something to enjoy. It’s just… weird.”

You let your head fall onto his shoulder. This, at least, is normal. You aren’t giving away any of your feelings with this movement. “Well, that’s growing up, I guess.” Your gaze flits over the neat piles of leaves. “Play becomes work, and work becomes life.”

And best friends become crushes.

“That’s so depressing.” Jeongin makes a face.

“So is life,” you snap back.

“Doesn’t have to be,” he retorts, a glimmer of mischief coming back into his eyes. He looks over at the piles of leaves, then back at you.

Oh, God. You know exactly what he’s thinking and it isn’t great.

You groan. “It’s going to be a bitch to clean everything up again,” you warn.

“And? We still have a couple hours before sundown,” Jeongin replies. A hint of the melancholy comes back into his eyes, but the smile stays on his face. “For old times?”

A wry grin curls the corners of your lips. Can’t ever say no to him, can you? “For old times.” You stand, reaching down to give Jeongin a hand up. “Count of three?”

He nods. “One, two…”

You launch yourself into the air.

The crunch of leaves beneath your body feels like something out of a dream, a dream of warmth and smiles and peace. You don’t know when you started but you’re laughing now, reveling in the heat of the sunlight on your skin and the sound of Jeongin’s loud giggles right next to you. It’s so stupid, so childish, so dumb to be doing this – if Jeongin’s brother saw you, he’d snort and take pictures for blackmail – and yet you feel happy. Purely, blissfully happy, in a way you haven’t felt in… well, what feels like forever.

You’re covered in crushed leaves, bits of orange and red and faded green littering your hair and sticking to your clothes. Jeongin has fared no better – if anything, he’s covered in more leaves than you, having sunk farther into the pile – but he’s radiant. His smile looks brighter than the sun itself.

You suddenly have the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

He must notice you staring, laughter gone, because he sits up in the pile, coughing as the last of the giggles escape him. “Had fun?” he asks quietly, still beaming.

“Y-yeah.” You nod once, twice. “Yeah.”

It’s his turn to furrow his eyebrows now, expression turning concerned. “Something wrong?” He jumps out of the flattened pile and pulls you out too, worried eyes gazing into yours. “Are you hurt?”

He’s close. Really close. You can almost feel the warmth radiating off his skin.

“No, not hurt,” you finally manage. “But, uh, can I try something?”

Jeongin blinks as you internally smack yourself in the face for even saying anything. Fuck. “Sure?” he says, an uncertain note in his voice.

Staring at his face, hair still laced with red and gold, cheeks still flushed with warmth from exertion, the urge to kiss your best friend turned crush rises in your chest once again. You bite your lip.

Well, you’re never going to figure things out if you don’t take a shot first.

So you rise up on your toes – when did Jeongin get this tall? – and press a short kiss on his lips.

Jeongin’s lips taste of joy and light and warmth, the embodiment of an autumn afternoon under the golden sun. You want to kiss him again and again, card your fingers through his dark hair and pluck the red and orange leaves out of the strands. You want to hold his cheeks between your hands and taste the joy on his lips once more.

You don’t, though. Instead, when he doesn’t say anything, you look down, feeling heat crawl up your cheeks. “Sorry,” you mumble. “I just…”

But Jeongin interrupts you. “Can you do that again?” he whispers.

Your head whips up. “Again?” you repeat, incredulous. “You want me to kiss you again?”

He doesn’t dignify you with a response, just cups your face between his large hands and presses a kiss of his own to your lips.

The taste of sunshine fills your body once more and you gasp into the kiss, arms rising to wrap around his neck as you pull your best friend closer. It’s bliss, pure bliss – you never knew a kiss could feel so warm. So loved.

You have to break away for air, a moment where neither you nor Jeongin have the guts to look each other in the eye. Eventually, you cough. “That was nice.”

And oh, God, you really want to slap yourself in the face for that. You kiss your best friend of several years twice in the space of two minutes and all you say is “that was nice?” What the fuck does Jeongin even see in you?

But now he’s smiling at you, eyes crinkled into that wide grin you’ve always loved to see on his face. “It was,” he agrees shyly, pink dusting his cheeks. You want to coo at the sight.

“So, um, what now?” You shuffle your feet. “Are we dating? Are you my boyfriend? Do you not want labels? Uh…”

“Labels are okay.” Jeongin pulls a leaf out of your hair, smiling softly. “I think I’d like to be your boyfriend.”

“You would?” You raise an eyebrow. “You should know that I’m a high-maintenance human being.”

He snorts. “Yeah, after being your best friend for over ten years, I think I’d know that.” The wry smirk on his face turns gentle. “But yeah, I would. If you want to be my girlfriend.”

“This is so awkward,” you whisper, mostly to yourself even though you know Jeongin can hear everything. “I can… I can be your girlfriend.”

It’s awkward. It’s stupid. This whole thing is about as far from a romantic confession as you can get, but it’s somehow so characteristic of yours and Jeongin’s chaotic friendship anyway that you can’t imagine it turning out any other way.

And hey, at least the next kiss, warm with golden sunlight and cooled with the pleasant autumn breeze, is about as perfect as a kiss could get.

#starryktown #inkidz #unbeleafable bingo #stray kids #skz #stray kids jeongin #jeongin #stray kids scenarios #stray kids Jeongin scenarios #skz scenarios #fluff #school!au #drabble #heliophilia #scriptura-delirus

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shorkbrian · 4 years ago

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ASKS

Hello again, asks are compiled under the cut. Please block the tag #shorkbrian answers a lot of asks# If you’d prefer not to see these types of posts from me. If I haven’t answered your ask, it’s because I’m saving it for a thirst, drabble, or fic.

I don’t ignore asks, but sometimes getting around to them overwhelms me lol. pls accept my apologies lol k here we go

I am very glad, I legit was so scared that it was too long and that it’d be disappointing bc the smut wasn’t super IN YOUR FACE yknow? But man am I glad to hear that.

I’m looking directly @ you

Someone noticed omg!!! A lot of times I just put whatever song I played on repeat while writing that fit, but I have a *yandere* playlist that I listen to and it gets me going. Ty for noticing!!!

I’ve considered opening them permanently but I just... idek. I’d have to start deleting or ignoring the requests I don’t vibe with and Idk how to handle that lol. But thanks for the well wishes, hope your next few months treat you well friend!

Watermelon sugar why

Srsly you’re sweet but just wait until I start to really get going with all my nasty kinks okay, then you’ll be rethinking this strategy hunty lol!

I literally stalk @.vermiliren and @.kazooli and @.seita lol. Maybe when I get my blog more cleaned up, I’ll create a list of creators that I enjoy, along with fic recs. For now, here’s a link to my AO3 bookmarks which I read one like almost every single night bc I’m a horny gremlin.

I am the shark king. Sharks are my thing bro u don’t even know. I love them so much, they're dumb and big and beautiful and yeah I wish I was a mermaid who got to swim with them. Also I changed it bc I’m trying to make my blog more *professional* and all that so I can start being taken seriously askjakjdf

Compliments suck, if I'm being down and out honest. This does not bother me at all, I’m just unsure how to respond. I think I would prefer no comments, but I’m trying really really hard to just say “thank you!” and move on before I get uncomfortable. Having to fight with someone about how I perceive my self worth is exhausting, and especially so for the poor person that was just trying to say something nice and be nice to me.

They do make me quite uncomfortable my dear lad/lassie/lasso. Say what you wish in the tags tho ! I don’t really reply to those, so there’s no pressure on me to have to say something back. I do however, see all the tags ppl use and some of them make me laugh so hard cause they’re so spot on, and it makes my day. like “Mark me down as scared AND horny” and “Bakugou better be able to bench 165 cause imma throw my fatass in his mf lap” and it kills me.

I SCEREAMED AKDHGSYDGASJSD this is the only format I'll be taking asks in now, no compliments just a yes/no answer to if my works help u cum god bless

you used the /gen!!!!! IDK what these are called but the /S and /gen and /J save my life!!!!

Frick you’ve figured me out, I do try to put like a nail-in-the-coffin sentence at the end. A lot of times it never works right, but I cannot for the life of my figure out how to end a single post ever. If anyone knows hmu pls ty

(Also ps I checked out ur blog cause yans are my jam and it is very much Not garbage!!)

That’s very kind of you, but pls don’t stay up past midnight it’s bad for ur Brian you’ll make bad decisions bro trust me all of my stuff is written after midnight

You will lafff..... but I will tell anyways..... I was prescribed a “life coach” after I got out of the hospital, which was really just a poorly disguised softcore “make sure u don’t yeet urself” type of thing. He had me write down things I liked about myself, and when I returned the sheet of paper still blank, he wrote stuff down for me. Like five sentences of “My hair and skin are unique and special” “I like animals and enjoy being kind to them” “I am worthy of respect” etc etc. and I had to look in a mirror twice a day and say those sentences to help “boost my self worth”. It sucked so bad dude, and I like got upset about it every time it came up, until finally my therapist was like “... this aint doin this sad bitch no good” and my parents got designated for yeet watch instead.

I know, logically, that (the majority of) people are not purposefully taking time out of their day to make me feel bad. They're trying to be encouraging and loving, and I appreciate it so much. But like... what do I say? If I say thanks, it’s almost like acknowledging what they're saying as true, and I can’t live with myself thinking I’m more than I am. I’m sorry you’ve had experiences that make compliments difficult for you also, I understand bro and I hope that your future holds healing and peace for you.

Hopefully I won’t vent as much anymore lol, I’ll try to do that on my sideblog where I reblog really trigger-y memes akjdafhkjf. But thank you for your kind words bro, they’re appreciated and put in a nice lil jar.

Ah dw! This doesn’t sound like a jab. I think all of us r so sad n depressed and feel unworthy of love, so the fantasy of a Yan coming and forcing it on us and not leaving even when we lash out is just..... so attractive my heads gonna explode

me, thinking about kiri at any given moment like:

I have the next Hybrid! Kiri fic like lined up, but I’m so demotivated be I was SO CLOSE to finishing, and then wiped my computer like an IDITO

Waso, I’m taking horseback riding lessons bc my mom went:

and my grandpa told me that one of his horses was named Awaso and I immediately thot of u fun fact. But you’re so very kind, and I enjoy seeing you in my inbox. I’m never tired of u homie. You are loved and important, and it’s not an illusion. Even random strangers on the internet can feel soft towards you bro, and dats me, I’m the random stranger that likes u.

So I took Russian for a year, my dear friend, because I wanted to see if the language myth of “Russian is the hardest, Korean is the easiest” was true. I would say yes. So instead of like translating this and typing out a coherent response, I’ve resorted to google translate I’m so sorry but Виктор мог плюнуть мне в глаз, и я бы поблагодарил его. Also, the way Vitya is written in cryllic makes my heart swell it looks so cozy idek what I mean by that but it does? I treasure you man, hope to see you around in the new year and maybe??? we be good friends

Can any year be good when Kirishima Eijirou doesn’t exist?

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I just imagine anyone who comes across my stuff, sitting at their computer shocked and slightly horrified, maybe turned on like

Daddy Aizawa makes me

Wait!! I have something to aid your troubles!!

ur welcome now u can be horny whenever you’d like

pls every time we talk about Kirishima I have to act surprised like

LISTEN BBYGORL I have had therapist Suga in the works since *checks notes* November. I am excited for it yeahhhhhh but sadly, I don’t think I will be continuing piano teacher Suga. The story is petered out in my mind, idk where it would go. Therapist sugarbird tho? We have some thots about this. Coming soon to theaters near you

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #pls block that tag if you don't want to see these kinds of posts #inbox was getting fulll #tysvm for continuing to support me

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iridescentjin · 5 years ago

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Forgive Me

Summary: After Yoongi embrasses you at a party, he has to make up for it at home, and you invite Taehyung to help you out.

Genre: Smut

Warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, choking, humiliation and degradation, oral (m. receiving), cumplay, creampie, dom!reader, sub!yoongi, sub!taehyung

a/n: Here is the first of my drabble game requests. I wrote a really long one though, so I didn’t do it as an ask reply. This is, once again, from a friend, so I asked her if this was cool with her since she didn’t put a member. She’s cool with it, so we are carrying on. Anyway, you all have to hurt with me because holy shit, subby Tae and Yoongi got me feeling some type of way.

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You bite your lip as you walk into the dark house, thinking of all the ways that you are going to punish Yoongi for his behavior at the work party that the two of you just left. He walks into the house behind you, sulking but looking deadly in that suit.

The company you work for had thrown a party tonight, so you had forced Yoongi to get dressed up nice and go with you. When you’d gotten there, he had refused to make small talk with anyone. He ate his food then sat at the table on his phone. When you pulled him aside and asked him what was going on, he had said, “All of these people are boring and fake, and I don’t really want to talk to them. I said I’d come. I never said I’d socialize.”

You make a face at him to show him how angry and frustrated you are. You would have rather he just stay home than be a jerk to your coworkers, but you also know he probably did this on purpose to try to get out of having to do it again. You leaned into his ear and whispered, “I’m going to punish you when we get home for your abhorrent behavior. I hope you’re ready.”

You nip his ear lobe with your teeth as you pull away, and you walk off to continue making the rounds at the party. He’d watched you with dark eyes for the rest of the night, seemingly studying your demeanor, trying to figure out what you were going to do to him.

Now, standing in the living room in your long navy blue dress, you already have a plan formed in your head. When Yoongi comes into the room, he looks at your quizzically.

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, “my naughty boy, sit on the couch.”

Without a word, he goes and sits on the couch. He folds his hands in his lap and leans back against the backrest. You get your laptop from the other room and bring it back, setting it on the coffee table in front of him. Before you tell him your plan, you utter, “I texted Taehyung. He’ll be here soon.”

His eyes dart to you, and you hear his breath hitch in his chest. He would never admit it, but you knew that nights with Taehyung drove him crazy. You open the laptop and pull up the browser. You type in the address for a porn website and pull up a video of three men having sex together. Before you hit play, you turn to him, holding his gaze. ��Take off all your clothes, right now.”

He obeys, but he’s moving slowly with each of the buttons on his shirt, taking his time peeling them off. He clearly thinks that if he flusters you, it won’t be as bad for him. You, however, are irritated enough about the party to just roll your eyes at his movements.

As soon as he’s sitting on the couch naked, you sit down next to him, still fully clothed. “I want you to watch this video and tell me everything about it that turns you on. I’ll know if you’re lying. Don’t touch yourself. Don’t take your eyes off the screen. Do you know your safe word?”

“Notorious.” There is no affectation in his voice. He fixes his gaze on the screen as the men on the screen start kissing, and you see his dick starting to stir between his legs.

“Yoongi,” you scold.

“Sorry. It turns me on the way they’re kissing each other like they actually have feelings for each other.” He keeps watching and keeps reporting, as his dick starts standing to attention in his lap. His breathing is quickening, and his hands are tightening their grip on the couch on either side of him. He says, “I like the way that his dick looks in that bigger man’s hand,” as the door opens.

Taehyung looks only slightly surprised at the sight before him. You stand up and throw your arms around him. He leans into your ear and says, “Can I play?”

You smirk at him and start undressing him, unbuttoning his shirt and letting your hands rest on his belt. He drops his boxer briefs then sits on the couch when you push him back. You whisper the rules in his ear. He runs his hands down his thighs before he rests them to the side on the couch. You sit down between the two men, looking back and forth between them.

With the two of them getting hard, reporting everything in the video that turns them on, you feel the heat pooling between your legs. You take your fingernails and trace them up from Yoongi’s knee to his upper thigh. You dip your hand down to rub his inner thigh, still not touching him where he wants it most. He whimpers, and his eyes dart to where your hand is. You furrow your brow at him. “Eyes on the screen.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You move your hands over to Tae’s leg, tracing the same patterns, dropping your hand to his inner thigh. He squirms a little in his seat, but he keeps his eyes on the screen. He licks his lips and points to the screen as he says, “I am turned on by the way his lips look around his dick.”

When the video ends, they are both fully hard, and you love looking at them, naked and pliant for you. You stand up in front of them, towering over them because you are in heels while they’re sitting.

“Yoongi, I want you to get on your knees and apologize to me. You embarrassed me at that party tonight.”

He shifts off the couch and onto the floor, never standing (good boy). He crawls over to you and looks up at you, his eyes wide with lust.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I love you, and I should have just said I didn’t want to go. Instead I was petty, and I was embarrassing. Please forgive me.”

You trace your thumb across his upper lip and down over his lower lip. You push your thumb into his mouth, and he immediately closes his lips around it and sucks. You pop your finger out of his mouth and bring it to your mouth. You lick his saliva off your thumb before bringing your hand back to his head.

You run your fingers through his hair, and he’s so sweet that you almost want to forgive him, pull him to his feet, and let him fuck you. Instead, you keep your fingers in his hair, and you pull hard. He takes a sharp intake of air and moans while you pull it. You run your fingers down his face, putting your thumb and index finger on either side of his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Don’t ever do that again,” you say through your teeth to try to stop the arousal pulsing through you from seeping into your voice.

“I won’t. Never.” His breathing is heavy and uneven as you continue holding his face in place. You drop down and squat on his level, keeping your hand in place. You take your other hand and bring your nails to the delicate skin on his chest.

“You say you love me.” You dig your nail into his skin drawing the first side, “But you were not very nice to me tonight.” You finish tracing the shape of a heart on his chest. You take all four nails to the side of his chest wherein lies his actual heart. “But is this heart actually beating for me, Min Yoongi?”

As your fingers scratch down his skin, he moans out. You hear a whimper from the couch, and Taehyung is leaning forward from his place to watch you with the older man. “Yes, of course it is. It’s only for you.”

You make a little mhm sound in the back of your throat as you release his chin and pull away from him completely. You saunter over to where Tae sits on the couch. You caress his cheek, and he leans into your touch. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Tae?”

He nods and looks up at you, his gorgeous face looking particularly innocent in this moment. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

“Choke me. Please.” You don’t usually let anyone get away with trying to call the shots, but you are making a point to Yoongi. You slide your fingers down the smooth skin of Tae’s face and down his throat. You curl your fingers around his neck and squeeze gently. He looks up at you with desperate eyes and runs his tongue across his bottom lip. You squeeze a little harder, and he whimpers under your touch. “I bet Yoongi wishes he got to call the shots like this too, but he was a bad boy. Not like you. You’re my good boy.”

You release his neck and walk away from both of them. Beckoning them to follow you as you turn the corner into the hallway to your room. They follow, and you turn on the red colored light that you have in the corner. “Taehyungie, you said that seeing that man’s lips around the other’s cock turns you on, right?”

“Yes,” he barely utters.

“Okay, Yoongi, why don’t you get on your knees and show Tae how good that can look in real life?”

Yoongi’s eyes shoot to you. You are usually the focal point of the sex that you have with Tae and Yoongi, so he isn’t used to you asking him to do stuff to or for Taehyung. He pauses for a moment before he drops to his knees in front of the younger man. He wraps his hand around the base of Tae’s dick and licks up the length of it. He swirls his tongue around the head and down the shaft. He looks at you one more time before he sinks his mouth down around Taehyung’s cock.

Tae whimpers, “Hyung,” before dragging his hands into Yoongi’s hair, scratching at Yoongi’s scalp. Yoongi is working quickly up and down the length of Tae’s cock, and you can feel yourself soaking completely through your panties. The way that they look together is sinful.

“I’m g-gonna…” Tae moans. Yoongi looks up at you, as if asking if he should keep going. You shake your head, and he pops off Tae’s dick, spit running down his chin. He stays on the floor on his knees. Tae leans down and puts one of his hands on the bed and moans. “Please, noona. Let me cum. I’ve been so good.”

“I’ve been so unfair to you, haven’t I, my good boy?” You run your fingers through his hair. Pressing your body against his. The warmth from his body radiates through the fabric of your dress, and it brings the heat between your legs even more than before.

“Will you help me with this zipper, Taehyungie?” You turn your back to him and sweep your hair of your neck. He runs his fingers over the sensitive skin on the back of your neck, tracing the collar of the dress. He pulls the zipper down, and when it’s undone, he pushes the straps down with the palms of his hands, running them across your shoulders and down your arms. You let the dress fall to the floor pooling around your shoes.

You stand before the two men in only your underwear, nipples hard in the chilly air. You bend and remove the shoes from your feet. You let Tae pull down your underwear and you step out of them. “Yoongi,” you start, “I want you to watch Taehyung fuck me.”

He nods, pushes off his knees, and stands at the end of the bed, a few feet away from you and Taehyung. You sit on the edge of the bed and pull Tae toward you as you spread your legs. “Tae, are you going to be a good boy and fuck me?”

He nods and takes his rigid cock in his hand. He pushes himself against your folds, letting the length slide through the slickness. You shudder at the sensation of the head of his cock caressing your clit, but you bite back a whimper. He lines himself up with your entrances and pushes into you.

You keep your eyes on Yoongi as Tae slowly fucks into you. You bring your fingers up to your nipple and tweak gently while holding eye contact with Yoongi. You moan as Tae’s dick drags against all the sensitive parts in you, and his pelvis is rubbing against your clit as he leans over you.

“Yoongi,” you whimper, “come here.”

He comes over, and you guide his head to your breast. He gets the message and rolls his tongue over the hard bud. He takes into into his mouth and he moans into your skin. Between your legs, Tae’s thrusts are losing rhythm and becoming erratic. You are close to coming, so you grab Yoongi’s hand and shove it between you and Tae. He roughly puts pressure against your clit, rubbing steady circles while his mouth moves to your other nipple.

You cum with a shout, Yoongi pulls away, and Tae leans down, pressing his chest into yours. He moans into your neck, and you feel him release inside of you. He fills you completely with his cum, and when he starts coming down, his lips follow a path down your throat, kissing you down between your breasts.

You take Yoongi’s hand and pull him closer. “My naughty boy, I want you to fuck Tae’s cum into me. I wanna see your cock coated in his cum.”

Yoongi doesn’t hesitate, and he positions himself between your legs. You pull your legs even wider open, and you can see him looking at the way that Tae’s cum is dripping out of you. He takes his thumb and traces over your entrance with it, coating it in your arousal and Tae’s cum. He examines it. He’s taking too long, so you reach out, grab his thumb and suck it clean. He groans and lines himself up with your entrance.

He pushes into you slowly, but he slides right in because of your arousal and Tae’s release. He sets a fast pace, fucking hard and deep into you. You know he gets frustrated when you punish him, but you can’t help but want to tease him more.

“Wait, Yoongi, stop,” you utter, trying to control your breathing.

He stops, fury in his eyes. You slide him out of you and you drop to your knees in front of him. “I just wanna taste.”

In front of you, held in his hand, Yoongi’s dick is glistening with Tae’s and your cum. You wrap your lips around his member, and you moan at the salty sweet taste that hits your tongue. You can taste yourself and Tae and even Yoongi’s precum. You pump up and down slowly, moaning as you slide your lips across his member.

Yoongi brings his hand into your hair, and he pushes himself deeper into your mouth. You gag around him and slap his hand away. He growls in his chest, and you pull off of him. Stepping away from him, you look at him with a devlish grin. Taehyung, who has been lying on the bed, lifts his head. “Tae, my good boy, do you want to let me ride your face, since Yoongi seems unable to control himself?”

He sits up enthusiastically, eager to please you. “Yes, Noona. I want to taste you and I mixed together. I want it on my tongue.”

“Please,” you hear faintly from behind you.

“What was that?” You turn and look at Yoongi.

“Please. Please. Please fuck me, y/n. I’ve been waiting so long. I did everything you said. Please. I’ll be good. I’ve been good. I made one mistake. Please.” He’s rambling, and he looks like he’s going to cry. Yoongi very rarely begs, and when he does, it’s because you’ve told him to. Your lust is uncontrollable at the sight of him swallowing his pride in front of you.

“Taehyung, I’m going to let Yoongi fuck me now. Do you want to watch?”

He nods eagerly, and you lie back on the bed. Yoongi’s eyes are raking over your face, and his expression shows that he thinks you might change your mind any second. He doens’t give you the chance. He slides into you, and he is pumping hard and faster. He’s fucking every emotion that he’s feeling into you. The heart still drawn on his chest shows as a faint red mark in his skin. Looking at your marks on his skin, you feel yourself fall of the edge. You cum around his cock, clenching around him.

His hips stutter as you are coming down from your orgasm. “Cum for me, Yoongi,” you whisper.

He doesn’t have to be told twice, and he cums hard inside of you, moaning your name over and over. He puts his lips on your neck and sucks on the skin as shot after shot paints your walls. Finally, he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily.

You shift underneath him and position yourself between the two men. You scoot pillows under their hands and wrap your arms around them, pulling them into your chest. Tae lets out a sleepy moan and curls up into your side.

Yoongi turns to you and looks up into your face. “I really am sorry. I shouldn’t have acted like that.”

You push his hair off his forehead. “It’s okay. I forgive you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Yoongi,” you say as you nestle your face into his hair. The three of you fall asleep together like that.

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