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[foxy-eva]

Nude Beach

Summary: Reader finally convinces Spencer to go to the beach with her. Turns out it's a nude beach. 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut 

Content Warning: (18+, minors DNI) nudity, awkwardness, teasing, fingering, handjob, semi-public sex (in a car), unprotected penetrative sex

Author's Note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Challenge!

Word Count: 3.5k

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After solving a case at this picturesque, vacation-like place, your boss decided that your team should stay for another day for some much needed time off. It was the perfect opportunity for a beach day.

When everyone started making plans for the day at the breakfast table, you realized that nobody wanted to go see the ocean with you. Half of your team decided to go to a spa while the others planned a hike. Neither of those options were particularly intriguing for Spencer but he still didn’t agree to come to the beach with you. 

Spencer explained why he’d rather stay in the hotel, “Sandy food, pink skin, limited and unengaging topography, but mostly drug-resistant bacteria spread by seagull fe–”

“Reid!” Hotch interrupted him. “We’re eating breakfast.” 

“Come on, pretty boy! I’m sure you’d find some engaging topography if you go with (y/n),” Morgan teased the both of you. 

“That’s inappropriate,” JJ scolded her coworker before snickering, “He’s right though.” 

You felt your cheeks heating up at their words. Spencer had never looked at you for longer than was necessary, so you knew your team was just joking around. However, the thought of him getting excited to see you in a swimsuit let your heart skip a beat. 

Spencer looked between you and the other team members before asking, “You guys won’t stop until I agree, right?” 

With the sweetest tone in your voice you practically begged him, “Please, Spencer! I don’t want to go alone.”

Defeatedly, he sighed, “Fine. Let’s go to the beach.”

A quick online search for the closest beach later you were on your way to the shore with your favorite coworker. Once you arrived it only took you a couple of seconds to make a very interesting discovery. It took Spencer a little longer than that. 

He placed a blanket on the sand and sat down before he looked around. A grin had already formed on your face, curious about his reaction. You took off your shirt and shorts, revealing the bikini you wore underneath. Spencer kept turning his head before locking eyes with you again. 

"I think this is a nude beach," he finally realized.  

When you reached back to undo your bikini top, his eyes widened and he squeaked, "What are you doing?!" 

You just shrugged and said, "When in Rome."

"What?!"

"It means that you should adopt the customs of the place you are visiting," you explained the same way he usually did. 

Spencer shook his head, clearly having trouble to wrap his mind around what was happening. "N.. No, I know what it means! I just meant… don't you want to leave?" 

"Nope," you chirped and let your bikini top drop to the ground. 

Spencer's sight followed the piece of fabric before he made the mistake of looking up again. After getting a glimpse of your breasts, he quickly averted his eyes, already feeling overwhelmed with this situation.

You didn't think he had anything to apologize for but he did it anyway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to– "

"It's okay, you can look," you laughed. "We're at a nude beach, you won't be able to avoid seeing naked people." 

"I really think we should leave," he said, his eyes glued to the floor. 

"You're really gonna leave me here on my own with a bunch of strangers?” You asked and added, “While I'm naked?" 

"No, of course not!” Spencer protested as he found your eyes. “I want you to come with me."

"Not gonna happen. I missed the ocean too much to just leave again. Besides, we haven't gotten a day off in months."

He stared at your face with disbelief in his eyes. You emphasized your words by reaching for the waistband of your bikini bottoms, pulling them down as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

“Fuck!” Spencer whined as he turned away from you. 

“That bad, huh? I always thought I looked alright naked,” you said while pretending to be offended.

“What? No! It’s not that, you’re very..,” he mumbled as he turned his head to look at you again, just to regret this decision instantly. “Ugh, sorry, I… I’m just uncomfortable.” 

“I would be too if I was the only one wearing clothes at a nude beach,” you snickered. 

You sat down beside him, studying his facial expression while he kept looking into the distance. You reached for your bikini, ready to put it back on when he still seemed uncomfortable around you. 

His sight followed your hand as it grabbed the piece of fabric before he asked, “What about adopting the customs of the place you’re visiting?”

“It’s okay, we can leave.” 

The initial shock of seeing you naked seemed to have worn off for now as Spencer dared to look at you again. “We can leave if you want to but I don’t want you to go just because I’m being a little… dramatic.” 

A rosy shade was covering his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was from the sun or from being embarrassed. 

“I really want to stay but I also don’t want you to spend the whole time being uncomfortable,” you confessed. 

Spencer smiled at you. He was sincere when he said, “I’m fine, I just needed a second to adjust. We can stay.” 

You got excited to be able to finally have your beach day and chirped, “So… are you taking your clothes off now or what?” 

With a dramatic sigh, Spencer asked, “Do I have a choice?”

“Not really. I swear I’ll behave and only look at your penis for a second.” 

“As long as you don’t laugh,” he joked. 

“No promises.” 

Your words made him laugh and you chimed in with your own giggles. When he finally started undressing, you understood how Spencer must have felt moments before when you took your clothes off. It was impossible for you to keep your eyes on him without having your whole face heat up.

You distracted yourself by putting on sunscreen but kept watching Spencer’s movements from the corners of your eyes. You realized that you had only seen him in button-down shirts and long pants before today and now he was sitting beside you, completely bare. You had to try really hard to not let your thoughts wander to all those impure things you often fantasized about alone at night. 

When you realized that you’d be needing help with putting sunscreen on your back, your eyes fell to his hands. You couldn’t stop your mind from racing to the thought of him touching so much more of your body. With a couple of deep breaths you managed to get your composure back and handed him the bottle. 

He instinctively reached for it before he realized what you were asking. 

You smiled at him when you wanted to know, “Could you please put some on my back?” 

“Wh..What?” 

You shifted your position until you were sitting in front of him so he could reach your back. He was hesitant to do what you were asking for. After a couple of seconds you finally felt his palms tentatively moving over your shoulders and back. He was carefully spreading the sunscreen over your skin and you savored every moment of feeling his fingertips against your body. Unfortunately it was over quicker than you would have liked. 

When he was done, you reached for the bottle again and offered, “I can put it on your back as well.” 

Spencer shook his head, “No, I’m good. I put on sunscreen back in the hotel.” 

You didn’t accept his answer and moved to kneel behind him while you said, "Please don't make me recite statistics about sunburns, that’s usually your job. There’s no way you’re able to reach own back."

Spencer considered his options for a second before telling you, “Fine, you can do it.” 

You took your time putting the lotion on his shoulders and back and noticed how tense he was. He was looking into the distance when you noted, "You seem distracted,”

"I just try to keep my mind occupied."

"You really need to learn how to relax a little," you snickered and began to massage his shoulders. 

To your surprise, he leaned into your touch while a sigh fell from his lips.  

Curious about what was going on in his head, you wondered, "So, what is it that currently occupies your brain?" 

"Baseball."

You felt like you were missing some context. Spencer wasn’t into sports, so you asked, "Why would you think about baseball?" 

Spencer took a deep breath before he mumbled, "I have heard other men claiming that it helps. It's not really working though." 

Suddenly you understood what he was implying. 

“Ah, the disadvantages of the male anatomy,” you snickered. “Okay now I really wanna know, who is it? Who got your attention?”

Spencer seemed confused about your question, almost as if it should have been obvious to you. You tried to follow his line of sight and landed on a gorgeous young woman in front of you. 

"That dark-haired woman over there has a really nice body. Is it her?" You wanted to know. 

Spencer closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, "Please stop."

His reaction made you laugh. “Oh it’s definitely her.” 

He turned his head to find your eyes. “Do you want to go into the water? Cooling off sounds like a good idea.”

Spencer got up from the blanket and reached out his hand for you.

Raising your eyebrows at him, you wondered, “I thought you hated the ocean?” 

With him standing in front of you with all the glory his body had to offer, you finally dared to actually look at him. It was only when you noticed his not-so-subtle erection that you realized that the both of you desperately needed to cool down. 

“That was longer than one second,” Spencer reminded you. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Sorry!” You chirped as you reached for his hand to get up as well. 

Spencer didn’t let go of your hand once you were on your feet, instead he kept pulling as he basically sprinted towards the water with you just two steps behind him. You couldn’t hold back your laughter at his odd behavior. Running was already unusual for him but heading towards the ocean? That wasn’t like Spencer at all. 

He didn’t let go of your hand nor stop once the cool liquid met your feet, quickly moving further into the water until it reached your neck. Your body didn’t get a chance to adjust to the temperature and you could feel how every cell of your body was on edge because of it. However, the erratic beating of your heart might have had a different cause. 

Even when you could barely stand, Spencer didn’t stop. 

“Spencer, you’re taller than me. I can’t go in further,” you laughed.

He turned his head to find your eyes and let go of your hand. It seemed like your words might have gotten him out of whatever spell he was under. That was until he stepped closer to you. With a smirk spreading over his cheeks he closed the distance between your bodies to wrap his arm around your waist. Before you realized what was happening, he had lifted your toes off the sandy ground of the ocean to carry you even further in. 

A surprised cry fell from your lips at the sensation and you instinctively clung your arms around his neck. Spencer didn’t stop until the beach was barely visible and the water almost reached his chin. Only when he stopped moving did you realize how close the two of you were. Your body was pressed into his side, skin on skin, and your face was close enough to his cheek that you were sure he could feel your breath against it. 

“Spencer, what are you doing?” You finally dared to ask. 

Before he could answer, an ocean wave came up from behind you, almost knocking the both of you over. Without thinking about it, you gripped his body even tighter and wrapped your legs around his hip while he buried his fingertips into your waist. The way you clung onto him must have resembled a spider monkey. This whole situation could have been adorably cute if it hadn’t been for the fact that the two of you were completely naked. 

After the wave had subsided and he seemed sure that he had you securely held against the side of his body, he finally mumbled, “I don’t like how they look at you.” 

“What?”

You leaned back slightly to be able to look at him but his sight was fixated in the direction of the beach. 

“The guy on the towel beside us. He looked at you and he wasn’t the only one.” 

A little confused, you reminded him, “So? You were looking at that woman.”

He turned his head to lock eyes with you. “No, I wasn’t.”

You heard his words but they didn’t make any sense at all. Before you could ask what he meant, he explained, “How could I even think of another woman when I’m with you.”

“You were thinking about me?” You muttered in disbelief. 

“And baseball,” he joked. 

It was almost impossible to wrap your mind around what Spencer was saying. Your lips parted several times to voice your thoughts but nothing came out. It was hard to believe that he might reciprocate your feelings, never before had he even implied that he was attracted to you. 

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before he looked at you again. “It’s not just because you’re naked. It’s because it’s you… and you’re naked.” 

A few moments passed of the two of you just staring at each other. The gold of his irises was more intense than usual with the sun reflecting in them. It felt like you could drown in the comfort they provided but it was nothing compared to the sensation of his lips finally meeting yours.  

There was no way to tell who leaned in first but you were both eager to deepen the kiss within seconds. When his tongue met yours the heat the sun provided was nothing compared to the warmth spreading through your chest. You shifted your position until you were in front of him, your chest pressed against his and your legs wrapped tightly around his hips. His hardness was pressed firmly against your inner thigh when you felt it twitch against you. 

“God,” Spencer groaned against your lips, “I can’t believe this is happening in the middle of the ocean.” 

You leaned back to look at him as you purred, “Maybe we should get back to the hotel?” 

“Great idea,” he chuckled. “Let’s go.”

With a similar hurriedness as before, the two of you made your way back to the beach, drying off and putting on your clothes at record speed. When you arrived at the car, Spencer hesitated to get into the driver’s seat. 

You walked towards him and offered, “Do you want me to drive?” 

He shook his head and placed his hands on your hips. With more force than you had expected, he pushed you against the door of the car to kiss you feverishly. Your hand found the nape of his neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair to playfully pull on it. 

“Spencer,” you breathed against his lips, “We’ll never make it to the hotel like this.” 

“I need you right now,” he groaned. “I can’t wait.”

You pulled back to look at him. His pupils had almost completely swallowed the gold of his irises, staring at you like a man starved. There was no need to share words for you to know what he was suggesting. The van had tinted windows and it only took a few seconds to fold down the rear seats, making the trunk large enough for the two of you.

Spencer placed the blanket in the trunk to make it more comfortable (and less messy - this was a government vehicle after all) before you climbed inside to lie down beside him. His hands were on you immediately, almost ripping your shirt and shorts off as they greedily roamed over your skin. You were just as eager, your lips only ever leaving his to get rid of his clothes. 

When no more fabric was covering you, he took a moment to unabashedly look at your body and coo, “You’re so beautiful. I will never get enough of seeing you like this.” 

“Maybe we should go to nude beaches more often, then,” you teased him. 

One of his hands snuck down your body until they met your thighs, gently spreading them while he whispered, “I’d rather have you alone.” 

As his fingertips made contact with your slick folds, a moan fell from his lips. He softly kissed you while he started drawing circles around your little bud. 

“You’re so wet,” he purred. “Is that all for me?” 

A desperate “Yes,” fell from your lips between quiet mewls and whimpers. 

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he groaned when you began grinding your hips against his fingers. 

“I might have a hunch, actually,” you teased him as you reached down his body. 

A smirk spread over your face as your hand wrapped around his length. He felt hot and heavy in your palm as you began stroking him, his tip already leaking with desire when you brushed your thumb over it. His entire body trembled at the pleasure your touch provided, almost making him forget about his own mission to focus on you. 

“Fuck!” He groaned and you accelerated the pace of your hand. “Feels so good.” 

When he remembered about his hand between your legs, he continued showing his affection for you. His fingers found no resistance when they carefully began pressing into you, moving against your core until your arousal was dripping into his palm. 

“Please, Spencer,” you panted against his face when the pressure became almost overwhelming. 

“My sweet girl,” he cooed and slowed down the motions of his hand. “What do you need?” 

Everything was somehow too much and not enough at the same time but you were certain that you might dissolve if you didn’t feel his cock inside you anytime soon. 

“You. I need you, please,” you whined. “Fuck me.”

Hearing those words almost made him finish right then and there. He managed to keep his composure by gently moving your hand away from his erection. Once he was on top of you, he reached between your bodies to guide himself to your entrance. With a tilt of your hips and your legs wrapping around his body, you let him glide into you with ease. 

“You feel so good,” he praised you. “So good for me.”

The intense pressure he provided made you feel light-headed. Your walls clenched around him and were answered by him twitching inside you. His lips found yours at the same time he began moving, slowly pushing into you over and over again. There was no way to tell where his body ended and yours began as you melted into one another. 

When he accelerated his pace you began dancing along the brink of euphoria. Despite his weight on top of you it felt like you might begin floating at any moment now. You closed your eyes for a moment only to open them once again when Spencer slowed down. 

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered. 

His eyes were wide when he looked at you and muttered, “Sorry, I.. I’m so close.”

You began grinding your hips against his as you sighed, “Me, too.” 

That seemed to encourage him once more, moving against you harder than before. He watched you intently as you scrunched up your face and your breath staggered, desperate to finally find relief. With one particular hard thrust you fell over the edge, a loud moan escaping your lips as your body began to tremble. 

When Spencer felt your walls pulsing around him, he dared to let go himself, throbbing inside you as he shared his essence with you. When he had nothing left to give, he collapsed into your arms, his face buried into the crook of your neck. Once he had caught his breath again, he dared to separate your bodies to reach for some tissues in your bag to contain the mess of the shared evidence of your desire. 

When Spencer wiped some droplets of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand you realized how hot it had gotten inside the car. Both of you were in desperate need of a shower, so you decided to go back to the hotel right away. When you were on your way back, you reached out your hand to gently brush over Spencer’s fingertips on the steering wheel. 

“Thank you for coming with me today. And thanks for staying despite the surprise.”

He turned his head to smile at you and say, “I’d do just about anything for you. Besides, not all of today’s surprises were that bad.” 

Smirking at him, you teased, “We should skip the beach next time, though.” 

“I can’t argue with that.” 

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★ (i think) heavily ooc xavier + play fighting + manhandling?? + stuff escalating quickly + dom!xavier idk im not sure + fear play ig + spitting and pussy slapping + no protection + he calls the reader mean names...so degrading...but not so mean names so no degrading + uhh uhhh brat taming + this is a mess.

★ let a girl dream please. please. hear me out and let me dream. i have work tomorrow and i desperately need the mental companionship that this thought gives me. i have no idea about what this is but it is something believe me. didn't read it twice!!! if the mistakes are annoyingly a lot pls let me know thank you <3

"Please."

The word leaves your mouth for the hundredth time today, your persistence making Xavier numb and immune as he mindlessly scrolls on his phone. You're right next to him on his big, comfy sofa—almost on top of him as you scoot closer and keep insisting.

He doesn't answer you, and you feel yourself growing impatient by each passing second. What's his deal, really? You're not asking for something extreme, just for a little bit of combat training with him, that's all. Hand-to-hand, fair and square, all he has to do is say yes and that's it, you've promised to leave him alone only if he takes you up on that offer. However, he's as still and unmoving as a rock as he sits there. His legs are spread open as you're on your knees right next to him, your gaze slightly shifting to the screen of his phone and you catch him mindlessly scrolling through his feed. "Xavier!"

"I'm too sleepy for this," his response is dismissive, clearly indicating that he doesn't want to do it. Your hands sneakily get their way up to his chest starting from his torso, your eyes shining with a mischievous glint as you look at his face to see any hint of discomfort.

There's none.

"You can sleep after we're done," you excitedly say, your answer immediately coming after his rejection, you do not yield. "Please, don't be a dick about this."

"Don't call me that."

"What?" You softly chuckle as your hands explore his chest hiding beneath the fabric of his sweatshirt, but you can still feel how warm he is. "It'll be fun, make it a bit hard for me."

Xavier lets out a deep breath, slightly annoyed with himself rather than you—he can't say no to you, definitely not when you're this insistent.

"Not in the mood for a proper fight," he says, his eyes finding yours and you can clearly see that he's admitted his defeat. You feel warm inside because of the way that he sees no point in hiding what he's truly feeling. He's always open with you about his feelings towards you, and you're more than happy to accept them. "But yeah, okay, fine."

You immediately spring to your feet when he finally says yes, your eyes shining brightly as if you've managed to fit a whole night sky adorned with stars in them. He slowly gets up from the couch as well, stretching slowly as he yawns—you cannot help but laugh, because you just know that he's going to kick your ass while still being gentle with you. Still, you have a lot to learn from him, and a defeat will teach you more than a victory.

"No cheating," he says as he takes a step, moving to the empty area in the center of his living room. "I'm not a cheater!" You say with an offended tone, all fake, as you follow his steps. You stretch as well, your body feels tense since you've been on that couch pressed against him for the last hour, just to make him say yes.

"Dare I say, ladies first..."

"C'mon, Xavier, just come at me."

You'll always feel thrilled by a challenge, and it's pretty obvious from the subtle shift in your stance and demeanour—your eyes are carefully fixed on Xavier when he moves as fast as light, managing to capture you between his strong arms before making you fall down to the ground. He still has his arms around you, falling with you to soften the way your body meets with the ground—and you can't decide if this should give you so-called butterflies or irritate you. It's the thought that counts, you think.

"You could've given me some time to prepare myself!" You protest as your body is caged between his arms, the warmth radiating from his body feels like you're being glued to him. Your back pressed against his chest, you try to break yourself free from his embrace.

"Are you even taking this seriously?" His voice makes you jolt with surprise, low and indifferent, his lips touch the shell of your ear as he speaks. His breath hits your skin, your nape, sending shivers down to your spine. The room gets hotter all of a sudden, making you swallow a lump in your throat as you struggle in his strong hold.

"Of course, I am." You immediately talk back, kicking your legs and turning your body around to save yourself from Xavier. You haven't planned it like this, no, he could've given you the opportunity to show off some of your skills. The more you writhe and struggle, the hotter the room feels—you can feel his body, even though he's covered by the fabric of his clothes, and he can feel your curves. It's been far too long since he's been able to do this, and now that he's doing this with you, Xavier feels puzzled by the intensity of the emotions whirling inside his body. The adrenaline is buzzing around as his heartbeat races and heat rises from his chest. He slightly loosens his grip without making it pretty obvious, just the slightest bit of a move of his arms—and if you try a bit harder this time, you can free yourself. Because he wants you to. He needs you to.

"You think you're all that, right?" With all you've got, you give a push to your body—turning and rolling around. Being able to escape his arms makes you sigh in relief, your eyes focusing on him again as Xavier keeps laying on the ground. "Don't fall asleep on me now, c'mon!"

Both of you get back on your feet at the same time, putting a little distance between each other, and you react quicker this time—lifting your leg up as much as possible to land a kick to the side of his shoulder. Without giving it a break, you do the same to his other shoulder—and that is a dumb idea, really. Because his hand reaches further places than you can reach, and his reflexes have always been good. It doesn't come off as a surprise when you think thoroughly of it, you shouldn't be mad at him because he successfully managed to grab your ankle and made your body fall into the sofa this time. You should be mad at yourself. "This is what you've been begging for?" Xavier asks with the slightest bit of a mocking tone in his voice, you feel annoyed but also lightheaded all of a sudden.

"Shut up." You know that in the case of a real fight, your performance would be a lot better than this—whatever the hell this is, but when you're doing this with Xavier a part of you enjoys being handled like this.

"Don't talk to me like that, miss. I might have to teach you the required courtesy that you should be equipped with."

With your rosy cheeks and your heaving chest, you look up at him. Xavier stands next to the couch, hovering over you like a gloomy and tall building as you lay on your back on the couch. Fuck it, really. He's a distraction with his sleepy eyes and his expressionless face, you can see the slightest shade of pink on his cheeks but that's all gives it away—that he enjoys this little game, too. Just like you.

"If you can get me, that is. I'm not gonna cry and whine and tap out."

With a sudden move, you hit the back of his knee with your foot, and make him land on top of your body. He softens the impact by resting his elbows on both sides of your head, but it's not enough to hold himself off of you. Chest to chest, and face to face, you lay there and carefully study his features. Suddenly your mind goes numb—have you ever seen him this close? His eyes draw you in, his hot breath fawning over your face as he does the same as you. There are countless voices in your mind screaming at you; telling you to continue, telling you to kiss him, telling you to keep fighting. You don't feel threatened or in danger, but there's a certain tension between you and Xavier that feels cracking as he keeps the position.

"Then I'd like you to see you do just that," his voice is low and taunting—he's trying to provoke you on purpose, knowing that you'll get mad in the end. "Go ahead, I'll give you a headstart. If I get my hands on you, I'll fuck that attitude out of you."

He doesn't move after his words hang heavy in the crackling air between you two, but you do.

With your elbow, you hit his arm this time—making him fall on top of you completely, and the adrenaline rush holds you back from thinking clearly about this, but he is letting you have your way with him. When Xavier's body falls on top of yours you push him down to the ground, and start to run.

His apartment isn't the biggest, and you know that he'll find you in the blink of an eye but chasing this feeling gets you even more excited. Without looking back, you enter his bedroom—immediately hiding in the corner between his closet and the window of his room. Maybe the inside of the closet was a better idea, but you're lightheaded and all you can hear is the thudding of your heart.

What's happening? What the actual fuck is happening?

You just wanted to spar with him as a silly little training, why are you feeling extremely hot and bothered by this? His low voice rings in your ears, sudden change in his attitude as his body was on top of your and his eyes stared into the depths of your soul. Whenever you make eye contact with Xavier, you feel like he sees every bit of you—the prettiest ones, brightest ones, the most deranged ones, and unhinged ones... you're an open book for him, a book that he enjoys running his fingers along the spine, between the pages.

You don't hear him moving, but you've never heard him moving before so this doesn't help you relax—you just feel even more excited because of it. His footsteps nor his breath, nothing. It's eerily silent in his apartment as you take deep breaths, closing your eyes to help with the tension. Just as you peek your head out to see if he's in the room, his shadow falls over you—a surprised yelp fills Xavier's bedroom, and without wasting a second ge throws your body over his shoulder.

"Told you, didn't I?"

Your body meets with his bed, soft sheets welcoming you with a nice chilly feeling against your burning skin as Xavier pins your legs down on the bed by holding your inner thighs. Your body trembles because this has been exciting and interesting—you are so wet that you'd be embarrassed to admit it out loud.

"Xavier, I—," you mindlessly start, having no idea about what you can say as you watch him unzip his trousers. The clinking of the metal of his belt sends the sweetest feeling down to your core, your fingers aching to rub your clit as you watch Xavier hurriedly pushing his trousers down. His cock is straining his boxers as he hooks a finger and pulls down your sweatpants along with your panties—the chilly air of the room hitting your body makes you tremble slightly.

"This is what you've wanted all along, isn't it?" His eyes are focused on your pussy, glistening folds as your soaked panties are pulled down to your knees before he takes one of your legs out of it—he is more impatient than you at this point, probably more turned on, too. "No, I—no," you immediately answer, your voice coming out weak but you're telling the truth. If anything, he's the one who turned everything around with that demanding tone and cocky attitude.

Xavier doesn't give you the chance to explain yourself as he lands a slap on your sensitive pussy, ripping out and earning a delicious moan from you as your body jolts and tries to escape from him. But who are you lying to? You do like where you are.

"Fucking liar," he murmurs under his breath, the corners of his mouth twitch with a sly smirk as he lands another slap. A gush of wetness drips down to your legs, and to his bed, making you get even more turned on and flustered as you lie there and take it. "You were all over me, begging me to fight you, just so you can get your pussy filled at the end."

You anticipate another slap, but instead Xavier leans down and licks a hot stripe over your wet folds—causing you to lock his head between your trembling thighs. He doesn't, though. He pins your legs down onto the bed again, but before he pulls back you hear him spitting—as if you're not wet enough to take his cock with ease. When he pulls back, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your pussy before he easily slips inside. Xavier doesn't bottom out immediately, he's slow and annoying about this—and you find yourself pushing yourself down on his cock desperately.

"No, not so fast, doll," he murmurs, his two fingers easily prying open your mouth before he pushes them inside. Without wasting time, you suck his fingers—and he finally bottoms out. A muffled moan fills Xavier's ears, one that's coming from you, even though you're practically dripping wet, he's still big, and the first stretch always does more than enough to get you high on the feeling. "That's it, that's it—you'll take it nice and slow first, because I'm just getting started with you. Because we have the night to ourselves, and I know that you'll take ne like the good girl you are until I fuck that sassy attitude out of you."

And you know that he's dead serious. You know that he'll use your body and fuck you until his cum drips from your pussy, until you're fully pumped, until you're able to know that no matter what, Xavier will have you.

[orangesaek]

phone or video sex with mark please? where he’s been on tour and calls reader when he misses her

hi! thank you so much your request 💚 i hope you see this and tell me if you enjoyed it as much as i made it ♡ this was honestly a bit challenging to write — it's so difficult to keep myself from feeling so turned on by kinky mark 🥹

genre: smut, a little bit of fluff

pairings: mark x female reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of: porn, sex, masturbating, fingering, cum, kinky stuff, cussing, horny couple lol

a/n: lowercase intended, slightly proofread. also, i'm not adding "fluff" in the tags since this is 98% smut lol

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mark kept tossing and turning in his hotel bed, feeling quite relieved that he and jaehyun were sleeping on separate beds. otherwise, he would have definitely woken the latter up already from his restlessness.

it had already been 2 weeks since the group started their world tour, and they still have a few stops left for the month.

and that means it had already been 2 weeks since the last time you and mark had sex, which also means that he hasn't touched himself since then.

mark never thought he would become addicted to sex until the two of you started dating.

you were just so amazing in bed to the point he stopped relying on porn to jack off, and just imagines fucking the life out of you to do the trick.

he was just blankly staring at the ceiling before he raised his left arm to check the time on his watch. mark heaved a deep sigh after realizing that he only had a few hours left to sleep before they need to wake up for the rehearsals.

"she might be in the middle of work right now..." he mumbled to himself, staring at the ceiling again. this was definitely one of those nights he missed your touch the most.

ever since the two of you started dating, mark has come to love the kinkier side of sex. sure, he enjoyed the slow, more intimate kind, but he has come to enjoy the hard fucks more, bdsm, the quickies, and a lot more — all because of you.

mark dimmed the table lamp and grabbed his phone from the bedside, thinking he could just watch porn at this point instead of disturbing you at work.

he looked over at jaehyun, whose back was facing him before opening his phone's browser in incognito and typed in his favorite go-to porn site. mark heaved another sigh after scrolling through pages of videos, trying to find something to jack off to but failing. nothing really caught his eye enough to get a boner.

mark closed his browser and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. thinking naughty things about you might help him get off, but it had been 2 weeks since he has seen and touched your body that he just felt the absolute need to actually see it again.

"i guess i can try..." he quietly said to himself again before opening your chat thread and quickly sending a 'hey sexy. i miss you sooo so bad :('.

mark closed his eyes, phone held tightly on his chest as he anxiously waited for your reply.

not even a minute later, a buzz on his phone signalled a new text. mark hastily opened the notification before smiling to himself, biting his lower lip in the process.

"hey pretty boy ;) i miss you, too :* but why are you still up?" you replied before sending a follow-up message, "isn't it, like, 2 a.m. over there?"

"yeah, can't sleep, baby :( i wish you were here :(" mark replied almost immediately, a follow-up message coming right after, "are you busy at work right now?"

a smirk fell on your lips after reading mark's follow-up message. you definitely knew what he wanted at that moment, as it wasn't the first time he has texted you like this when he was on tour (and when he was supposed to be sleeping).

mark's heart started beating faster in excitement after reading your reply, "i got you, baby ;* will call you in 10 minutes 👅"

he jumped out of his bed and dashed to the bathroom, quickly locking the door and making his way to the large bathtub. he got inside it and patiently waited for your call.

after sending your reply, you excused yourself from the ongoing seminar, informing your manager that you just had a really bad stomachache and will be heading to the infirmary for some medicine.

of course, that was all a lie.

as soon as you stepped out of the conference room, you ran as fast as you could to the elevator and went down to the parking lot. you got into the back seat of your car, quickly stripping off your clothes and your underwear.

the frequent car sex you had with mark was the reason why you have decided to invest in a really good dark tint for your car.

"hey, pretty boy," you greeted on the other line as soon as he picked up, voice already sounding so seductive for him. he bit his lower lip in a smirk and chuckled lowly, feeling the tingling sensation down his cock.

"hi, sexy." he said. "how are you?"

"not really feeling all too well... i want to see you,"

mark quickly requested for a video call with you, fixing his hair a little bit as he waited for you to accept it.

you quickly secured your phone on your car's phone holder before accepting his video call request.

"holy shit!" mark blurted in surprise as soon as you came into view. you were seated at the backseat, completely naked.

"you like what you see, baby?" you purred, cupping one of your breasts in one hand before playing with your nipple and dangling both of your legs on the sides of the seats infront, allowing mark to see the thing he's been craving for the past 2 weeks — your pussy.

mark could only gulp in response, feeling his boner growing by the second.

"let me see you, babe." you said, letting out a quiet moan as you used your free hand to lightly massage your clit.

"m-mark... baby..." you moaned in pleasure. "feels so... good..."

"fuck," mark grunted, positioning his phone in front of him and letting it lean on the bathroom tiles for support. he then shimmied out of his boxers in a hurry, with his hard cock springing out in full view.

you let out a gasp at the view of his big, hard cock. oh how you've missed it so much.

"fuck, baby. i want to suck your cock so bad right now," you moaned, still touching your now-wet pussy.

"oh yeah?" mark said, lips slightly parted as he started pumping his cock slowly, his eyes focused on your body. "i miss seeing you choke on my cock, baby."

"f-fuck," you moaned some more, turned on by the memory of deepthroating mark and how he would hold onto your hair to fuck your mouth until he cums.

"suck your nipple for me, angel." mark said. he let out a moan, increasing his pace as soon as you cupped your other breast higher and brought it to your mouth, licking and sucking on your nipple.

"fuck," he growls. "you're so hot."

you stopped playing with your nipple and used both of your hands to part the lips of your pussy, letting mark see its pink flesh. mark moaned again in pleasure, remembering how he'd hungrily eat it and how addicting its taste was for him.

"two... fingers..." mark said breathlessly as he pumped even faster, his eyes focused hazily on your pussy.

you adjusted yourself for mark to get a better view of you before placing two fingers on your clit, lightly massaging it, and the other two at the entrance.

"lift your shirt, baby. i want to see your nipples," you said, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure from your clit. hearing mark moan whenever you'd lick, suck and softly bite on his nipples was one of the things that turned you on, and for mark, it was one of things he never thought he would find so hot for a girl to do.

mark took off his shirt and threw it somewhere in the bathroom before spitting in his hand and pumping his hard cock again. you licked your lips at the sight of mark's fully naked body.

still massaging your clit, you licked your other hand's middle and ring finger and sucked on them seductively, moaning in the process.

"ahhh, fuck," mark groaned as his head lolled back in pleasure.

you let out a long moan as soon as you inserted your fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping it in and out, and massaging your clit at the same time.

"fuck, fuck," mark hissed, pumping faster, eyes rolling at the back of his head.

"hmm," you moaned, feeling so turned on by mark's reaction. you pumped your fingers in and out faster, now aggressively rubbing your clit.

"babe... your c-cock..." you said in between breaths, feeling your juice dripping. "want... it..."

"fuck, babe..." mark let out another groan, feeling another tingling sensation in his cock. "i-i'm g-gonna... cum..."

having been with mark for a while now, you have come to learn the things that drove him crazy in bed. and one of those things is when you would suck on your nipple as you fingered your pussy, which was exactly what you did at that moment.

"shit, i'm cumm—fuck!" mark grunted as he pumped even faster, his head lolled back again and eyes closed tigtly as he heard you moaning loudly on the call.

"m-mark... fuck, i'm cumming!" you said, your own eyes closed as you quickened your pace and pinched your nipple hard, the sensation driving you crazy.

"fuckfuckfuckfuc—shit!" mark hissed when he finally reached his high, his cum dripping all over his beaten cock. he heard you moaning quietly and chuckled tiredly.

"did you cum, babe?" he asked, panting. you could only hum in response, still catching your breath.

"i love you so much, baby," he said. "i love you, and i miss you so much."

you chuckled in response before giving him a tired smile, "i love you, too, mark. so, so much. and i miss you."

after catching up for a bit (while quickly putting on your clothes again and fixing yourself, mark did the same and cleaned the tub), the two of you ended the call with a promise from mark that he'll take you out on a fun date once he comes home from tour.

mark jumped up in suprise as soon as he opened the door to the bathroom, his face drained of color.

"i just hope there's no residue on the tub, bro." jaehyun said as he patted mark's shoulder with a knowing grin on his face before walking past him into the bathroom.

- end.

requests are OPEN! feel free to send in an ask ♡

oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR! i wish for whatever everyone's been manifesting to fall into place this year ✨️

[daceydeath]

When you Fall and Hurt Yourself While Dancing - Maknae Line

Pairing: OT8 x reader Word Count: 2.3k Genre: Fluff, Angst Warnings: Swearing, Injury (obviously) Requested

a/n: This is part 2 of a request you can find the first part here

Han: You had been stuffing around in the studio for the past 45 minutes waiting for his members to arrive before you left Han to practice with them and go home to start cleaning up after spending the day together. Being that you were both bored and both feeling a little too over energetic what had been watching videos on your phone while he warmed up had turning to a full on episode of him chasing you around the dance studio.

"Baby let me catch you I just want to tickle you a little bit" he cackled as he reached out to grab you as he started to corner you again.

"No fucking way Ji" you squealed back dodging him successfully and making it to the other end of the room.

"But you're mine" he whined playfully "I want to tickle you and kiss you and squish you".

"Nooooooo" you shrieked again as he once again attempted to catch you only this time he did manage to grab the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie, spinning you around and making you lose your balance. Trying to right yourself you stepped to your left immediately colliding with Han who knocked you to the ground and he continued at full speed. You screamed loudly as you hit the ground tears instantly running down your face as you looked at your ankle which did not look right.

"Baby?" Han questioned looking at you sitting in a heap in the middle of the floor.

"What's happened?" Minho yelled as he, Hyunjin and Seungmin flew through the door looking around wildly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" you were feeling dizzy and beginning to hyperventilate as you started to panic.

"We were mucking around she fell, or I knocked her, I dunno Hyung" Han cried as his eyes filled with tears as he crouched beside you.

"Shhh" Minho whispered to you as Hyunjin called Chan and Seungmin called for an ambulance "You will be just fine, just lay back for me, you can use my hoodie as a pillow while we wait" Minho was trying to sooth both of you into a vague sense of calm before either of you panicked yourself too much he also threw the hoodie Seungmin had been carrying over your foot to prevent you seeing it.

Chan and the others arrived quickly after Hyunjin called him and the others were told over the group chat that the schedule would be moved to later that night because you had been hurt. You continued to lay of the floor tears running from your eyes because of the pain and the fact that Han had started to get past his panic and was blaming himself for everything.

"I never should have been mucking around with you" He sniffed holding your hand tightly.

"It's not your fault Ji, we just collided" you sniffed looking at up him with watery eyes.

"I never should have asked you to come today, I know how clumsy you are and I know you get hurt all the time" he continued making you pout. By the time the ambulance arrived the other members were trying their best to keep you distracted not just from the pain but from your sulking boyfriend.

"Just hold still Miss I am going to have to have a look at your ankle, it might be better if you look away in case it makes you squeamish" the paramedic explained in as friendly a way as possible as he lifted the fabric hiding your ankle from the others.

"Is it really bad?" you whimpered sullenly.

"I'm pretty sure it's broken but we won't know until we get you some x-rays" the other one explained helping you onto the gurney as Han looked like he was going to pass out.

Felix: You had been stuffing around with Changbin learning the choreography to the new Nmixx release and although you were competent when it came to learning other groups dances for TikTok challenges you were in no way, shape or form an actual dancer which is why you always learnt them with Changbin. Unlike your adorable and sweet Felix who was absolutely a dancer who focused on precision, Changbin focused on fun as well and always made you laugh even when you obviously screwed up.

Being in Nmixx's studio was a little weird but the girls were super sweet when they had first run through it with you so you could practice before Changbin filmed with them later that afternoon. It had been going smoothly until you tripped over your own feet a rolled your ankle slightly wincing as you stood up to the soundtrack to Changbin's loud laughter.

"How are you so clumsy?" He continued laughing while you pouted and restated the track on his phone so you could try again.

"I can't help it you know" you glared at him through the mirrors as you took a quick sip of water and re joined him in to go over it again before you were going to film it for him this afternoon so that the others could continue their schedule uninterrupted. You went over it once flawlessly but the run through on the next chorus was anything but, stepping on your own half undone laces you sent yourself once again crashing to the floor. Changbin would have started laughing again if you didn't instantly cry out in pain your ankle already starting to swell as you tried to stand.

"Fuck, Felix is going to kill me" he sighed scooping you off the floor as your tears started falling "It's ok we will go back to our studio and get the staff to wrap and ice it".

"Why does it hurt so much?" you whimpered as he walked down the hall holding you close.

"I'm pretty sure its swollen, I'll call a doctor and make you an appointment if Felix doesn't kill me first" he shushed you reaching the door of the kids practice room. Opening the door you could hear music and loud laughing which stopped as soon as they realized that Changbin was carrying you.

"Baby, what happened?" Felix was beside you helping Changbin get you seated on the couch "Hyung you need to be careful with her".

"Lixie, I fell over my own feet it wasn't Changbin's fault although he did laugh at me" you sniffed a little not wanting to seem too upset about it.

"Yeah it's not my fault she tripped twice in one chorus" Changbin added jokingly trying to cheer you up.

"Still you're too precious to me to get hurt" Felix pouted making you smile at him as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. One of the staff had come in and put an ice pack on your ankle and was trying to get your shoe off as gently as possible.

"I'll take you to the doctor baby" he frowned looking at the bruise already forming under your skin "Then no dancing without supervision" he whispered to you making you want to roll your eyes if they hadn't been full of unshed tears.

Seungmin: You were both laughing like idiots and messing around when the inevitable competitiveness of the members came out.

"I bet you dinner that you can't do the chorus holding our maknae" Lee Know teased Chan making you giggle as Jeongin looked confused as to why he was getting dragged into the argument.

"You couldn't do it holding Hannie!" Chan laughed as he challenged him right back as the whole stupid bet continued until somehow everyone in the room had been roped in and you were looking increasingly confused as to why exactly you had to be the one in Seungmin's arms when you weren't even a member.

"Guys, you know this is stupid right?" you quipped as they discussed whether piggy backs would count and other stupid factors.

"They know bub but food is on the line now so it is on" Seungmin laughed making you realize that for him this was just about the teasing rights that would come later. Sighing you let him put you down now that it had been decided that Changbin, Chan, Lee Know and Seungmin were going to attempt the do the entire choreography with another member or, since Hyunjin wasn't there at that very second, you on their back.

"Ok so whoever drops their member or girlfriend" Lee Know gestured to you" first buys everyone dinner".

"So Chan then?" Changbin cackled as he lifted Felix easily.

"Don't even say it I am not trading you for Felix just because you think Chanbin hyung is less likely to drop you" Seungmin groaned before you could open your mouth so you just pouted instead making all of the boys laugh. Lee Know started the track and they all got into position with you clinging to Seungmin for dear life.

The first verse had barely finished when Lee Know started bumping Chan to throw him off, then bumping Changbin to get him to lose when Chan remained steadfast. It was hilarious watching them try to get through the song while continuing to throw Felix, Han and Jeongin around as they tried not to let go from laughing. So by the time it had gotten to the last chorus it was utter chaos with every opportunity to make one of the others stuff up the preference to actually following the choreography, Lee Know was again being a menace and trying his best to knock over Chan eventually tripping him and sending him stumbling into Seungmin and you and making the four of you crash to the floor in a pile of limbs and curses.

Lee Know's chorus of celebration with Changbin was short lived as each of the boys lifted themselves off the floor leaving you whimpering softly.

"Shit, bub?" Seungmin stopped his smiling instantly when he heard you crouching instantly back down beside you as the room fell into silence.

"I can't get up" you sniffed "my ankle isn't right".

"Here let me and hyung get you to the couch" he soothed trying to hold in the worry that you could see in his eyes. Chan stepped forward looking concerned the bet long forgotten now as he instructed you exactly how he and Seungmin were going to get you to the couch.

"I'm sorry" you apologized softly knowing that what had been them enjoying themselves was now them all looking guilty as Felix wrapped an icepack in a towel for you to put around your ankle and Chan strapped it in place so it would keep the swelling down.

"I think we are all going to have to buy you dinner now" Han joked trying to make you smile.

"Oh yeah that makes it all worth it, she can't walk but she gets eight free dinners" Seungmin snapped still looking at you and smoothing your hair back down.

Jeongin: Innie had been glued to you all morning so since it was your day off work you had been dragged to rehearsal so he could still be near you despite having to still stick to his schedule. Greeting the others you had sitting in the corner watching them and playing on your phone for an hour before they started to get organized to film half a dozen Tiktoks for their album promotions you laughed as you watched Felix practice a random one that he had been trying to convince the boys to do which you had filmed last week with Innie's help.

"My jagi filmed that last week she did so well" he started bragging pulling out his phone to show Felix.

"Woah you really did, do you want to help me teach the members?" Felix grinned impishly knowing that none of them were able to say no to you since they all saw you as a precious little sister.

"I'm not as good as you Felix, it's embarrassing" you flushed covering your face.

"Aww so cute" Changbin teased making you even more flustered.

"Please go over it with me and then the guys will see its not so stupid" Felix pouted and you nodded unable to resist his puppy eyes like every other person of the whole team. You stood beside Felix as Innie started the music loudly before Felix counted you in and you started to dance even though it took all of thirty seconds you couldn't help laugh as Innie acted like a personal cheer squad for you.

"See it's super easy and its fun so we are going to do it in pairs" Felix grinned as the other members begrudgingly agreed. After a few run throughs the professional dancers that they were had learnt it well enough to perform it and you watched as Felix and Hyunjin went first followed by Chan and Changbin.

It was only when Changbin thought it would be hilarious to dump a cup of water over Seungmin's head during his turn that things all went wrong. Seungmin had pared up with Han so when the water hit the floor so did Han who took out Seungmin and then pair of them slid straight into where you were standing to the right of the staff member filming them taking your legs out from under you and making you crash into the mirrors.

"Ow" you yelped loudly tangled up with the two boys as you whimpered every time one of them wriggled to get up.

"Jagiya" Jeongin shouted skidding across the floor to you and helping to slide you out from under them "Where are you hurt? How can I help? Why would you even do something so stupid that my jagi got hurt?".

"My ankle" you groaned as Jeongin moved to take your shoe off while his eyes went side.

"Hyung?" Jeongin squeaked as he saw your ankle starting to swell.

"Here, hold this to her ankle" Lee Know instructed calmly helping to lift your leg so he could prop it on one of their bags.

"I've called the physio to come down and check it then we can take her to the doctor if we need" Chan soothed ruffling Jeongin's hair.

"We're so sorry" Han pouted looking at you with sad eyes.

"Yeah we really really are" Changbin agreed looking guilty "I shouldn't have done that".

"It was an accident" you mumbled a small frown still gracing your face.

"Doesn't excuse that we hurt you" Lee Know sighed "but we will make sure you are alright".

a/n: Thank you for reading and I am sorry this took so long I hit and idea wall. All your reblogs, comments and likes are adored and I wish I could give you each a forehead kiss xx

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[doublemyheight]

I'm so fed up seeing videos about "the downfall of mcyt" or "mcyt history" and then the creator only mentions DSMP and maybe a few youtubers they watched. Like... there. are. so. many. creators. who. counted. or. count. as. mcyt. Here are my thoughts.

There are so, so many who counted, and still so many who count. And yeah, DSMP is an important part of MCYT history, but it's so recent in comparison. Like. Minecraft is a cockroach, it will go through so much shit and still be alive and active. Yes, there are the names who bring or brought down the name of MCYT, but in comparison they've always been such a small part of the community. They need to be remembered for their bad actions, or illegal in some cases, but defining the community by them is not good. Nor is just using one fucking smp.

I have watched, or attempted to watch, those types of videos on the history or the downfall etc., and I always complain internally about it. THERE ARE SO MANY PROMINENT MINECRAFT CONTENT CREATORS THAT FUCKING MADE CONTENT. Some don't make Mc (minecraft) content anymore or they rarely do but it doesn't mean they shouldn't be mentioned. (Yes I know, it's an impossible task to talk about all of them, but mentioning three or four as "the og mcyters" or "the old popular mcyters" just angers me)

DSMP I would say helped with the mc resurgence, but I can say similar to SMP live and SMP earth. I count SMP live as pretty important since I think people started watching the streams and videos from that smp and when DSMP happened people treated the content the same and watched it a lot. People started watching again, then with the boom of content in the covid lockdown people watched more. It wasn't just DSMP though.

Listen if you want to do a video about how DSMP affected you or the minecraft community, sure yeah that's a video to make. If you want to do a video on a specific few ytbers who you watched and how they affected the community yeah sure that's a video to make. To say "these are the three main" that's for you. To you they were the main three. To make the video of "all of mcyt history and mc as a whole" and mention 3 people......... and then DSMP.................... I don't understand you.

I've been a MCYT fan for years and years. As a child and as an adult. From E for everyone videos to watching videos that fucked with my innocence and just exposed me to shit I shouldn't have been watching at the time. Year after year watching different types of videos and different creators. Supporting people and finding out I shouldn't, and supporting people and them being good people. To challenge videos, parkour, adventure maps, droppers, role playing, role playing, let's plays, tutorials, modded content, horror content, hide and seek. So many different types of content exist for mc, and I've been a watcher for a lot of it.

DSMP should not define MCYT. There is too many people who have made content for me to just accept that.

Hold people accountable for their actions, do not define a large community by a few people, and if you want to talk about your favorites affect in the community go right ahead but please don't call them the most popular or most important. Some people might never of heard of them. (I am thinking of the do you know this mcyt blog)

[hugmekenobi]

The Bad Batch (10)

Chapter Ten: Common Ground

Gif by @kamino-coruscant

Hunter x femaleJedi!reader

Series Summary: You joined the Batch 8 months ago and everything was going well. But then, Order 66 happened and suddenly the galaxy around you changed. Now, not only do you need to be careful given your new 'social status', but you also need to navigate your feelings towards a certain Sergeant.

Chapter Summary: Your road to recovery begins and a mission has the Batch seeing their ideology challenged.

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Genre: Friends (idiots) to Lovers

Chapter Warnings: Canon-typical violence, swearing, mild hurt/comfort, infected wound descriptions, mild illness, Star Wars cleaning supplies being what I require, (most likely inaccurate) Star Wars first aid and it being what I need, the clothes hyper fixation continues (I wish I knew why my brain thought this so crucial)

Word Count: 6.7K

Rating: 18+

Author's notes: Pretty much follow the plot of the show here, not a whole lot extra going on but I'm excited for you guys to read this one cause then we have my favourite chapter next lol. Any new readers, please see Ch8 for explanation of certain warnings that aren't included in every chapter warning because they appear a lot. Enjoy!

“You ready to go?”

You glanced up to see Hunter, armour all back on, looking down as you finished tying the laces to your boots. “Yup.” You grabbed the bag with your ruined clothes and got ready to get up.

“You sure you don’t want my help?”

“Yes, thanks though.” You stood up but put a bit too much weight on your injured leg, much to its protest, and you felt it start to collapse beneath you.

“Easy.” Hunter said as he caught you by the shoulders.

“Okay, so I may need a little bit of assistance.” You admitted begrudgingly as you straightened up, only applying weight on the toes of your left foot.

“Come on.” Hunter tucked his arm around you, making sure to avoid your side injury and acted as a support for you.

Leaning against him (and finding it quite a nice arrangement), the two of you walked down the steps of the ship to join the others as they waited for you. As you all started to walk, you chucked your clothes into the first dumpster you could find before continuing to walk back to Cid’s parlour. You weren’t sure how your debt with Cid was going to be settled but you were sure she would think of something.

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“How’s the Mantell Mix, kid?” Wrecker asked Omega who was perched on his shoulder.

“Better than ever.” Omega said, dropping a few pieces into his mouth.

“Yeah, it is!” Wrecker said with a laugh as he swallowed it.

“So, when’s our next mission?” Omega asked, with a mouth full of mix.

“With two bounty hunters after you, it’d be wise to keep a low profile.” Tech said, glancing up at her.

“Tech’s right.” Hunter stopped walking just before they reached the entrance to Cid’s and turned you both around, making sure to do it gently, and directed Omega to come down off of Wrecker. “There’s too much heat on us right now.”

“Ha! That never stopped us before.” Wrecker said.

“The kid’s been through enough. She needs a break.” Hunter muttered to him.

Wrecker looked over to where Omega, Tech and Echo were. The latter inspecting the Mantell Mix with suspicion. “She seems fine to me.”

“A break wouldn’t hurt her.” You agreed. “It was pretty rough for her, even if it doesn’t look like it was.”

Hunter nodded at you and made the first move to step down into the parlour, making sure he took his time so you wouldn’t have to strain yourself too hard.

“Time to face my favourite person.” You grumbled as you limped down the stairs.

“Be nice.” Hunter chided playfully.

You snorted just as you all entered the parlour, and you walked over to the bar.

“I got a mission for you boys.” Cid revealed. “What happened to you?” She asked as she saw how you were situated. You were missing a layer and the presence of bandages was evident, plus you were being propped up by the sergeant when you came in and now the bar counter was acting as a means to hold you up.

“I made a friend.” You replied sarcastically.

“Hmph. Well, don’t go dripping blood on my floor.”

“Like it would make it any worse.” You mumbled under your breath.

“What did you say?” Cid narrowed her gaze at you.

Before you could reply, you felt Hunter lightly nudge his hip into you, so you held back your comment.

Hunter coughed. “What’s the mission?”

“A simple extraction on Raxus.” Cid responded.

“Raxus?” You repeated, a hint of disgust in your tone.

“That is the former centre of the Separatist government.” Tech said. “It has since become an Imperial outpost-”

“I’m not interested in a history lesson, Goggles.” Cid said dismissively. “You’re being hired to locate and free Senator Avi Sing from his confinement.” She brought up an image of the senator on her datapad. “My client will meet you at the given coordinates to brief you. Details are on this.” She held up the chip. “Now get going.” She threw it in the direction of Tech, but Hunter intercepted it.

You found the simple action more attractive that you should have but you brought yourself back to the moment at hand which was you were being asked to assist a Separatist. The very concept left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Help a Separatist?” Hunter said, uncertainly as he caught it. “Not gonna happen.” He chucked the info chip back at Cid and left your side to step in front of her.

“Your debt’s still not paid, remember? A job’s a job.” Cid said.

Hunter gestured for them both to move away from the group. “I am not bringing Omega or (Y/N) to a planet swarming with Imperials.”

“So, leave them here with me. I’ll keep an eye on them.” Cid offered.

“I don’t exactly trust you either.”

“Good. You shouldn’t. But if keeping the kid and your girlfriend safe means more money in my pocket, it’s in my best interest to do so, isn’t it?” She said, jabbing him with her clawed finger.

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Hunter objected tiredly.

“Right, and I’m not green.” Cid said, rolling her eyes.

Hunter let out an exasperated sigh. He was not getting involved in this with Cid of all people. “If anything happens to them-”

“Yeah, yeah, Bandana.” Cid said, flippantly as she handed him back the chip. “Just get outta here, would ya?” She walked away from him.

Hunter headed over to let Omega know the plan first. She was already geared up, so he didn’t think this was going to go down too well.

“Ready when you are, Sergeant.” Omega said cheerily.

Hunter kneeled down in front of her. “Not this time, Omega. You’re staying with (Y/N) and Cid.”

“But th-the mission. I’m part of the squad too.” Omega said, a tad irritated.

“Then following orders shouldn’t be a problem.” Hunter said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Stay close to (Y/N) and Cid and don’t leave this parlour.”

“I heard my name.” You called over.

“I’ll deal with you in a minute.” Hunter replied.

“Gee, am I in trouble?” You called back light-heartedly.

Hunter gave you a small smile before focusing back on Omega. “Got it, soldier?”

Omega groaned. “Yes, sir.”

Hunter nodded at her before getting up to walk over to you. He figured you weren’t going to take this well.

“Am I in trouble?” You asked genuinely as you saw the slightly more serious than normal expression on his face.

“No, no.” Hunter assured you. “You’re just uh staying here with Omega and Cid.”

“You wanna run that by me again?” You said, eyebrows raised.

Hunter sighed. Yeah, he’d expected as much. “You’re going to remain here until we get back.”

“Give me one good reason as to why.” You argued.

“I can give you two.” Hunter countered.

“Enlighten me.”

“One being this place is being controlled by the Empire and is filled with people that would love nothing more than to kill you if they found out what you were.”

“The key word being ‘if’.” You disputed.

“Two, and perhaps the most important one, you almost died. If you say, ‘the key word being almost’ I’ll bench you for more than one mission.” Hunter warned as he saw you go to open your mouth.

You held your hands up in mock surrender and pushed down the fact that the demanding tone his voice took was a lot more attractive to you than you cared to admit. “Carry on, Sergeant.”

“You need time to recover, and to pull this off, we need everyone at their full strength that’s not you right now. You’d hold us back.” It was blunt but he figured it would be the only way you would listen to him right now.

You let out a low whistle. “Harsh.” You said, your tone mildly conveying your frustration. “And if I told you being a Jedi meant I could push through and manage it?”

“I’d tell you that if you could hold yourself up, your full weight on your injured leg, without the support of the bar counter then you could come.”

You glowered at him. “Fine.” You pushed yourself off the countertop and applied full pressure on both your legs. “See?” You breathed out, ignoring the fact that your brain was screaming at you to ease up.

“Great. Now try it without Echo’s hand on your back.” Hunter said, crossing his arms.

In your desperate state, you hadn’t even noticed Echo had lent you a helping hand.

“Sorry.” Echo muttered, stepping out from behind you.

As soon as he left you, you felt your leg start to shake so you sat down before it collapsed from under you.

“Well, I think that concludes that.” Tech said.

The look Hunter gave you just screamed ‘I told you so.’ “Don’t say it.” You grumbled at him.

“Sorry, but you’re staying.” Hunter said, decisively.

“Ugh fine. Get out the lot of you.” You waved them away. “But I’d like the record to reflect that I think it’s ridiculous that you were shot too but apparently you’re good to go.” You said to Hunter.

“At least I can stand on my own.” Hunter joshed back.

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Away with you and good luck you guys. Be careful.” You said sincerely.

They all nodded at you before turning around to leave.

You noticed Omega as she watched them leave and it was clear she wasn’t too happy about being left behind either.

“Hey, Tiny, I got a mission for you.” Cid said to her, wagging a sponge in her direction.

“They’re not even two minutes out the door and you’re already at it with the child labour?” You said to her, shaking your head.

“I got one for you too, if you can even manage.” Cid clapped back, tossing a sponge in your direction before chucking one to Omega. “Now get scrubbing.”

If you weren’t so determined to prove that you were able to do such a simple task, you would’ve fought her on the matter more. You stood up and with Omega, began to scrub down the bar counter.

--

“We’ve never been to Raxus before.” Wrecker said, coming with the others to join Tech in the cockpit as the ship travelled through hyperspace.

“The coordinates from Cid have us landing outside the capital city of Raxulon, the home of their Senate.” Tech informed them.

“I can’t believe we’re helping a Separatist senator.” Echo grumbled.

“So, you have said. Repeatedly.” Tech replied.

“I always thought we’d make it to Raxus someday. But not like this.” Hunter said.

A couple moments of silence passed before Echo broke it. “So…are you and (Y/N) going to talk about what she said?” He broached, carefully.

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose before he looked over at Echo. “You mean am I going to talk to her about something she said while in a delirious state? Funnily enough, Echo, no I’m not.”

“But she said-”

“I know what you’re talking about Wrecker and in case you forgot, she was talking about all of us. You know, her friends.”

“She did look directly at you.” Tech pointed out.

Hunter huffed out an exasperated sigh. Time to bring out the deflections once again. “We go round and round with this but for the sake of argument, I’ll humour you boys. Say what your saying is true, and it mattered to me, I am not going to take the words she said to heart because she was already half dead and just rambling whatever thoughts came to her head. She can’t even remember what she said, and you all would expect me to run with it and have what would be just a horrendously awkward and, quite frankly, a disappointing conversation? You all are her friends and I’m her friend and that’s it. There’s nothing more there.”

“But Hunter-”

“That’s it, Echo.” Hunter repeated assertively. “We’re coming up on Raxus.” He looked out the ship window as they came out of hyperspace. “Our focus here is the mission, nothing else. Bring us in, Tech. We’ll gear up when we land.”

--

You and Omega were both giving the most half-hearted scrubs that you could possibly do.

“Enough with the moping around. You’re bringing the mood down in here.” Cid said as she walked over to you both.

“Ah yes, business is booming.” You said cynically. The only two people that were currently in were her two regulars. You stopped scrubbing and put your head down on your arms.

“Sorree.” Omega added, leaning a cheek against her palm.

“Alright, I’ll bite. What’s wrong with you? Not you.” She added as she saw you sit you sit up and look at her sceptically.

You gave her a fake smile and went back to leaning your chin on your arms as you studied Omega.

“We haven’t heard back from them yet. Do you think they’re okay?” Omega asked.

“They better be for what this job’s paying.” Cid answered.

“I’m sure they’re just busy. That’s all.” You comforted.

“I should’ve gone with them on the mission.” Omega groused, pushing her sponge away. “It’s not fair.”

“I’ve got news for you, kid. Life ain’t fair.” Cid said, gruffly. “You don’t like it. Stop pouting and do something about it. Maybe it you weren’t so helpless those four laser brains wouldn’t have left you here with me.”

Omega glared at her and stormed off to one of the booths.

You just stared at Cid and shook your head. “Wow. You really got a way with kids.” You stepped down lightly off your seat and limped over to join Omega.

“I’m not helpless.” Omega said.

“I know.” You assured her, grunting as you sat down next to her. “Right?” You looked intently at Cid as she walked over to you both.

“Look, kid, I told dark and broody I’d keep an eye on you and keep you safe. I even cut Wisecrack in on that deal and meant it when I said that I’d look out for you.” Cid said.

You chose to ignore the unflattering nickname and instead gave Cid a small but sincere smile. It was the kindest you’d ever seen or heard her.

“Hmm. For how much?” Omega asked, unimpressed.

You turned to look at her as she angled her body away from you both. Maybe a bit more talking out was necessary here. “Hey, Cid, you got anything that can wash some specks of dried blood out?”

“What do you think I’m running here? A drycleaner?” Cid said indignantly.

You darted your eyes down to Omega.

Cid let out a huffy sigh. “I’ll be right back.”

Until Cid came back, you decided you were going to let Omega stew. You wouldn’t get anywhere with interruptions, so you waited in the silence.

“Here.”

You took the rag from her as well as a container that was filled with a bubbling, warm, blue liquid. “Thank you.” You said.

“Don’t take too long, I still got things that need scrubbing.” Cid said before she walked away.

You rolled your eyes but angled yourself to face Omega, but you were still being greeted with her back. “You going turn around for me, kid?”

“Hmph.” Omega grunted.

“Really? You’re going to have the person who nearly died not twelve hours ago come around in front of you and kneel down in that cramped space by the wall, probably aggravating her injuries?” You said, in an exaggerated manner, rubbing your arms to get rid of the goosebumps that had begun to appear. Would it really kill Cid to get some heating in this place? You thought moodily as a shiver ran down your spine.   

Omega sighed and slowly scooted herself around to face you.

“Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. Next step is for you to uncross your arms.”

Omega rolled her eyes but did as you said.

“Wow, you’re almost there. Top tip from someone who developed this skill over the years, any good eye roll should be accompanied by a sigh. Both those elements really gets the point across.”

Omega didn’t say anything.

“Come on, Omega. What’s going on? I’m all for giving Cid a bit of attitude but I’m a bit surprised to see it come from you.” You said gently as you began to dampen her sleeve with the liquid. To your surprise, it was actually working pretty well. You regretted chucking your stuff cause this would probably work on them too but you weren’t going to resort to dumpster diving, you’d find something else.

When she made no move to respond, you stopped what you were doing. “Look, kid. You can either talk to me about what’s bothering you or I can leave you alone and at the mercy of Cid’s chores. I’m fairly sure I heard her mention that the ‘freshers need cleaning. Now, knowing her, she’ll stick me on that, but I can make it that you gotta help me out. I don’t want to but that’s what we’re dealing with here unless you talk to me.” You said, your tone firmer this time.

“But-” Omega began to object.

“Start talking.” You said, working on her top again.

Omega huffed out a breath. “I just don’t get why I wasn’t allowed to go. I’ve helped out before; I don’t understand what was so different about this.”

“Hunter thought, and I agreed with him, you could use a break after everything that happened.” You said kindly as you moved on to the upper part of her arm.

 “But that was decided for me. Don’t I get to at least say how I’m feeling? I can handle missions.”

“Hmm.” You lingered on your thoughts for a moment. On the one hand, Omega was a child. She was all of your responsibility, so you all had to make choices that protected her from unnecessary harm. On the other, she was wanting to be treated as a proper member of the squad and she had been getting that in the more recent times. You all had the chance to express your views or feelings about missions, whether that be personal or tactical, and it was only after that that Hunter made a call which you all would then obey. Omega hadn’t been given that opportunity, not really, and your own past always brought you on the side of giving her more independence and freedom. “You’re right.” You told her understandingly. You finished dabbing at the final stain. “When Hunter gets back, you should talk to him, come up with some sorta deal. I’ll help if you need it.”

“Really?” Omega said, eyes widening in both surprise and happiness.

“Yeah. It’s only fair you get a voice too. It can’t always be me that gives him a hard time anyway.” You added with a grin.

“Thanks!” Omega threw her arms around your neck.

“No problem, kid.” You said, squeezing her briefly. “You’re all finished here too.”

“Oh, good. You’re all sorted out. Now I got some ‘freshers that need cleaning and they’re not going to scrub themselves.” Cid called over to you both.

“I’ve got it.” You said resignedly, grabbing your sponge. As you stood up though, the whole room spun, and you fell back down on your seat. “Whoa.” You said, quietly as you closed your eyes tight to try and re-centre yourself.

“Are you alright?” Omega asked.

“Yeah, just got a bit dizzy. Probably just stood up too fast.”

“It’s not that. You’re running a fever, that’s why.”

You opened your eyes to see Cid standing in front of you. “No, I’m actually kinda cold. Not used to just being in this top.” You provided by way of explanation.

“Then how do you explain the sweat on your brow?”

You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead and sure enough, when you took it away and examined it, there were beads of sweat decorating it. “Huh.”

“My guess, one of your wounds is infected.”

“Nah, can’t be that. Tech cleaned them…” You trailed off as you realised there was a slightly older one that he hadn’t tended to, and it was one you hadn’t been too careful about dealing with.

You peeled the bacta patch away from the wound Wrecker’s shot had caused and sure enough, it was infected. There was increased redness surrounding it and the sight of your stitches had swelled, plus it did not smell the best, especially with the slight discharge of puss that was coming out of it. “Gross.” You complained. “Another top tip, Omega. Don’t use out-of-date med supplies on an open wound in a decrepit and dirty ship. Apparently, the end-result isn’t the best.” You said dismally as you hid you face in your hands. The infection was the least of your worries, Tech was going to have a field day with this. Stupid, stupid, stupid. “And now I gotta wait for Tech to get back and I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Enough with the dramatics… I’ll get you fixed up.”

You looked up at Cid, your expression nothing short of perplexed. “What?”

“I got some med supplies in the back. You’ll be fever-free before the others even get back.”

“Why?” You said, unable to hide your suspicion.

“Can’t you just accept a gift when it’s given to you?” Cid said irritably.

“So, this is a gift? You’re not getting an extra cut out of this?”

“What I’m getting out of this is I avoid a lecture from Bandana about how I didn’t look after you and I don’t have to deal with disproving glares of the others.”

“Aw and here’s me thinking you cared about my well-being.”

“Keep talking Wisecrack and I’ll leave you to Goggles and his ‘I told you so’ speech.”

“Sorry.” You said shamefacedly. “I appreciate the offer, thank you.”

“Come with me.” Cid gestured for you to get up.

You heaved out a sigh as you stood. “But what about Omega?”

“Those two can watch her.” Cid tilted her head in the direction of her two regulars.

“Dumb and Dumber? You gotta be joking.”

“Oi!” The Weequay objected.

“I’ll be fine. You should just focus on getting better.” Omega said reassuringly.

“Listen to Tiny. I won’t be gone long, and nothing’ll happen. Do you want the infection gone or not?” Cid added.

“Fine. You two!” You shouted over at the usuals. “Anything happens to her while I’m gone or any funny business goes on, see that sword over there?” You pointed over to where your modified vibroblade was (your smaller dagger was still strapped to your good thigh). “I’ll only need to use it once.” When you were satisfied that they’re expressions showed a sufficient amount of fear, you followed Cid into the back, a task that was easier said than done since your perspective still had the room teetered on its side.

--

“Didn’t know this existed.” You mused as you took in the tiny room. All it consisted of was one small bed, a sink, and a bedside table with a couple of drawers.

“Sit.” She shoved you so you were forced to sit on the bed.

“Gee, talk about TLC.” You mumbled under your breath. You inhaled sharply as Cid poured some of a dark brown liquid on your wound. “Little warning next time?” You grumbled.

“You want Tiny alone out there for much longer?”

“No.” You admitted.

“Then you’ll deal with how this goes.”

“Ow!” You complained as she stuck a needle into your arm.

“Quit whining. That’ll sort the fever.”

“You know, you have a charming beside manner. I think you chose the wrong career.”

“Were all Jedi this sarcastic or is it just you?” Cid snapped back as she tidied away the stuff.

“There were a couple.” You said, thinking fondly back to one Jedi in particular. You then started to feel your eyes grow heavy and you found yourself letting out a yawn.

“Yeah, the fever stuff makes you pretty drowsy. You’re better off sleeping until it passes.”

“No, I… gotta… watch… over… Omega.” You said through another yawn as you moved to stand.

“Trust me, you’ll feel better after this, and I’ll make sure she’s safe.” Cid said, pushing you back down.

“But-”

“Stay put.”

“Okay.” You conceded, laying down and lacking the energy to stand back up and fight her. Cid hadn’t killed you and she seemed to care about Omega to a degree so you would give her your trust. “Just find her something to do beside scrubbing, yeah? She’s not just here to be your cleaner.”

“Just you focus on getting through this before Bandana and Goggles show up. For both our sakes.” Cid said, before she walked out the door.

You closed your eyes and found yourself drifting off with no difficulty at all. Your last conscious thought was of Hunter and the rest of the squad. You hoped their mission was going smoothly.

--

Hunter paused with Tech before he rounded the corner. So far, they’d managed to infiltrate the capital building without much difficulty thanks to Tech hacking into their security system and he supposed the droid, who was acting on behalf of their client, had helped to some extent, but he wasn’t ready to ease up on his distrust of the droid just yet which was why he made sure she stayed with him. He’d sent Wrecker and Echo to clear the upper levels. He peered around and saw two troopers guarding the door. “There’s two at the door.” He said to Tech.

“I’m clocking four in the adjacent corridor.” Tech added.

“(Y/N) and I will handle them. You and Omega loop back around.”

“That would be impossible seeing as they aren’t on this mission.” Tech pointed out.

“Ah…right.” Hunter acknowledged. Evidently, he wasn’t used to that idea.  

“Not to worry, I’m getting the hang of this.” The droid said, rounding the corner.

“No, wait.” Hunter hissed but it was too late, the droid was already in the line of sight. He nodded to Tech who then rolled a stun grenade in the direction of the troopers. Once he heard the sound of bodies fall, he stood up, indicating that Tech should follow. As they stepped over the bodies, another trooper opened the door. Hunter acted quickly, grabbing the trooper’s blaster, and using it to hit him in the gut. He then shoved him into a vase, shattering it before slamming his head into another pillar. He watched as the vase on top of it began to teeter and fall, but the droid caught it before it smashed on the ground.

“Do be careful.” The droid tisked, clutching the ornament. “This antique vase was gifted to Senator Singh for his years of service. It is priceless.”

Hunter turned his helmet towards Tech before looking back at her. “Droids.” He said disparagingly. They all then ran through the door to make their way to the Senator. He at least hoped you having a less irritating time back with Omega and Cid.

--

Omega was still cleaning the bar counter, an even more trivial task when you weren’t around but she knew you needed to shake the infection. Then, she heard a laugh behind her. She turned around to see Cid playing Dejarik with the Weequay.

“You got her cornered.” The Ithorian jeered over his friend’s shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, I’m real scared.” Cid said sarcastically as she studied the board.

“Delay all you want; you’re not getting out of this one.” The Weequay taunted.

Cid went to lock in her move when Omega’s voice stopped her.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Omega advised.

“Here that? We got an expert here.” Cid said with a roll of her eyes before she inputted her original move. The move itself resulted in her piece getting wiped off the holoboard.

“She’s done for!” The Ithorian said with a laugh.

“I told you.” Omega said.

“Well, expert, what should I do next?” Cid asked.

Omega walked down from her stool and briefly looked at the board before she locked in the move and watched as Cid’s final piece removed the other opposing pieces of the board.

“You blew it!” The Ithorian complained to his friend.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who said to bet it all!” The Weequay shot back.

“You wanna take this outside?” The Ithorian threatened, leering down.

“Gladly!” The Weequay responded and the two of them left the parlour.

Cid stared at the board. “How’d you know to do that?” She asked.

“It’s a strategy game. I’m good at strategy.” Omega replied simply.

“Hmm.” Cid rubbed a hand along her chin. You had said to find another job for the kid to do. “How good? Enough to, uh, win a few matches for some money?”

“Depends.” Omega said hesitantly. “What’s my cut?”

“Hmm. Thirty percent.” Cid offered.

“Sixty.” Omega countered.

Cid pondered it for a couple seconds. “Deal.”

--

“Senator! I followed your instructions to the letter.”

“I knew you’d come through, GS-8.” Senator Avi said with relief as he rubbed his wrists which the clone with the lighter coloured armour had now freed from the binders.

“And behold. I have saved your most prized vase.” GS-8 said, holding it up to him.

“Great. Now can we get out of here?” Hunter interrupted, looking at the Senator.

“With pleasure.” Senator Avi said as he stood out of his chair.

Tech tapped his datapad and studied the surveillance footage. “An alert has been triggered. Our position has been compromised.”

“Follow us.” Hunter directed to the Senator as he and Tech ran out the door.

When they came out onto a balcony, Hunter could see that the Imperial forces and their tanks were being mobilised. He waited until Echo and Wrecker came out to join them before peering over the left-hand side. “There.” He pointed down. “We’ll seize that tank and blow our way outta here.”

“How do you intend to gain control of the armoured vehicle from up here?” GS-8 enquired.

“Coming through.” Wrecker said gruffly, making his way to the front of the group where he attached a cable to the side of the walker.

Tech and Echo slid down first and quickly commandeered the tank from the Imperial soldiers that were in it. As it powered down, Tech spoke into his comm. “All clear.”

“Impressive.” GS-8 said with mild admiration.

“You can’t possibly expect me to do that.” Senator Singh said sceptically.

Wrecker checked the security of the cable before letting out a groan. “Just don’t look down.” With that, he grabbed the Senator and glided down the cable with him to the inside of the tank.

Hunter grabbed the droid and followed suit.

“Nicely done.” GS-8 complimented.

Hunter hastily made his way to the steering. “Get this thing moving, Tech.”

Tech nodded and put the walker into motion.

Wrecker chucked the unconscious troopers out. “They’ll feel that in the morning!”

--

The walker shook violently and stopped with the impact of the shot.

“The rear axle stabiliser is off-line.” Tech said, shielding his eyes from the sparks that flew off the control panel. “We will need to recalibrate manually.” He told Hunter.

“Get this bucket up and running.” He ordered Tech and Echo. “Wrecker and I will hold them off.” As he said that, he found himself missing you. You would’ve been really helpful right now.

--

Sliding under the advancing Imperial walker, Hunter fired multiple stun blasts in the direction of the soldiers who were shooting at him before he went up to join Wrecker and assist him in disabling that tank. Together, the two of them were able to decommission it but a quick exist was needed since another tank sent a shot in their direction. Tucking and rolling to cushion his landing, Hunter stood back up alongside Wrecker and continued to send stun shots in the direction of the Imperial soldiers, but they had to take cover behind the fallen walker since the Imperial troopers had numbers on their side and Hunter knew they couldn’t hold them back for long. “Tech, how we doing?” Hunter spoke into his comm.

Glancing up at the new walker that was moving steadily towards them all, Tech replied. “I need more time.”

“Freeze.”

Tech and Echo turned with their hands raised as a small squad of troopers walked towards them, their blasters raised.

“Drop your weapons.” One trooper ordered.

Reacting swiftly to the Senator throwing his vase at the head of one of the clones, Tech managed to stun the remaining two soldiers. He looked down at his datapad. “Repairs complete.” He informed Hunter.

“We’re on our way.” Hunter confirmed, firing a couple more shots in the direction of the troopers before he and Wrecker ran back into their captured walker.

As the clone got the walker moving, Senator Singh joined the two clones in the front. “Turn down that alleyway.”

“We’ll be trapped in a choke point.” Tech said warily.

“You’re going to have to trust me.”

Tech glanced over at Hunter, double checking that this is something they were going to do. Only after Hunter gave a nod did Tech do as the Senator instructed.

“Move into position next to that wall. It leads to a subterranean passage.” Senator Singh revealed.

Tech angled the walker into position.

Senator Singh opened the door to the wall. “If you don’t mind, please blast a whole in the wall right here.” He patted the area he was referring to.

“That I can do.” Wrecker said, stepping forward. He placed a charge on the wall and closed the door. The explosion rattled the walker slightly, but it did the trick. As the door opened, they were greeted by a passage.

“Hurry. This way.” Senator Singh directed.

The rest of the squad followed him, Wrecker being the last of them to do so since he placed another charge to seal the passageway shut behind them.

--

Senator Singh paused before joining the others on their ship. “What am I doing?” He whispered to himself. He turned back in the direction of the capital. “I cannot abandon my people.”

“You will, Senator, but not if you are in Imperial custody.” GS-8 said.

“She’s right. Live to fight another day.” Echo advised as he approached the Senator’s side.

Senator Sing nodded, looking back one final time at his home before he stepped on the ship with the others.

--

Loud cheering and whistling were what woke you up. Those sounds were not ones you associated with this place. You rubbed your eyes, stretched, and swung your legs out of bed, finding that you could already put a lot more pressure on your injured leg.

You lightly limped out the room to the main part of the parlour and you were quite taken aback, not to mention a little bit horrified by what you saw. You were taken aback by just how busy Cid’s actually was, you’d never seen it like this, but you were not thrilled by the sight of Omega sitting with a large crowd surrounding her at a Dejarik table as she played against a total stranger. You pulled Cid off from where she had positioned herself next to Omega.

“Glad to see you’re doing better but ease up on the death grip there.” Cid objected.

You kept your hand where it was. “What the hell is this?” You hissed angrily. “One, I’m sure whatever it is, is illegal in some way since she’s a child and two, she’s supposed to be laying low and this looks like anything but. What if one of these goons turned out to be a hunter?”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Cid said roughly as she removed your hand from the upper part of her arm. “You told me to find another job for her, so I did, and nothing’s gone wrong.”

“But-”

“Plus, she’s already earned enough credits to pay back the debt you folks owe me. If anything, you should be thanking me. I put this partnership together and the kid’s doing just fine.”

You looked past her to see Omega defeat her opponent. She didn’t look to be in any danger and the only out of place thing you could sense right now was the fact that Cid’s was so popular. “Fine, but it stops before Hunter…” You trailed off as you sensed Hunter approach and sure enough, two seconds later, Hunter and the rest of the squad came down the stairs to the parlour, along with two others who you assumed were the Senator they were sent to rescue and his droid. “Shows up.” You finished dismally.

Cid turned to see that Omega had left the table and the clones had made their appearance. “Alright, show’s over. No more bets.” She shooed the onlookers out of the parlour.

You walked over to join your squad, smiling as you saw Wrecker pick Omega up.

“Kid, where’d you learn to do that?” Wrecker said proudly.

“She’s a natural. I’ve never seen anything like it.” Cid said admirably.

“I told you to keep a low profile. This is the opposite.” Hunter said sternly.

Noticing the way Omega’s face dropped, you gently grabbed Hunter’s shoulder to get him to face you. “I wasn’t thrilled either, Hunter, but she made enough money to pay off the debt we owe Cid. We should be thanking her to be honest.”

“Yeah, try showing a little gratitude my friend.” Cid said, walking past him. “You did good.” She told Omega before addressing the Senator. “Senator, glad you made it. Let’s talk payment.” She said, guiding him and his droid towards the back.

Hunter watched them go before turning to talk to you again. “You were okay with all of that?”

“Well… no, but I was uh otherwise engaged when Cid decided to employ her services that way.” You said, shifting your feet awkwardly.

“You know you’re going to have to do better than that.” Hunter said, crossing his arms.

“I may have fallen asleep.” You winced out. “See, the wound I got on my left shoulder on Bracca became infected and I ended up running a fever. It wasn’t too bad and I’m fine now.” You added quickly, seeing the flash of concern in Hunter’s eyes.

“I told you using those medical supplies in that environment was a bad idea.” Tech chimed in.

“Thank you, Tech.” You grumbled as he passed you. “But Cid offered to treat it and I accepted, hoping to avoid the ‘I told you so’ from Tech but obviously that didn’t work out. The thing she gave me made me pretty drowsy. Cid assured me she would watch Omega, but I didn’t know that was what she had in mind. If I had, I would’ve just stuck it out until you all got back, especially cause I ended up with Tech finding out anyway.”

Hunter just shook his head with mild amusement. He could easily believe that the only reason you accepted help was to avoid a telling off from Tech rather than for your own health.

You then noticed Omega start to slowly walk past you guys. “She was helpful, Hunter. She can handle herself. You should reconsider the mission ban.” You added with a whisper before you walked away, tapping Omega on the shoulder to get her to stop before you sat down at the counter, watching their conversation hopefully.

Hunter let out a small sigh and half turned back to speak to Omega. “You really paid off our debt?”

“I wanted to be useful, even if I couldn’t go on the mission.” Omega replied, keeping her back to him.

“Hmm.” Hunter turned around fully. “How about we put those strategy skills to the test?” He walked over the holochess board. “One match. If you win, then no more sitting out on missions.” He sat down at the table and activated the board. He looked back at her, tilting his head in the direction of the other seat.

Omega eagerly ran over and sat down.

“You ready for this?” Hunter asked her.

“Are you?” Omega countered with a smile before she programmed in her first move.   

Your smile was concealed by the cup you were drinking from, but you found that the interaction was one that was making your insides feel all warm and fuzzy. This was the first time you’d really seen them interact on a more normal level, without a threat looming over them and it was something you could get used to seeing.

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[ughgoaway]

under the mistletoe // day 3

content warnings; kissing and probably swearing, I don't remember tbh <3

a/n; okay re-reading this one lowkey killed me... I feel like it's SO cringy and bad??? but it's too late now! despite my self-consciousness, I hope you guys enjoy <3

word count; 2k

(this fic takes place after they have gotten together)

12 days masterlist

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"You're kidding," Matty says with a crestfallen look on his face. Currently, he looked similar to a 10-year-old being told they weren't getting a puppy for Christmas. But Matty would attest that he had it much, much worse.

"Nope!" You say popping the p as you finish. "Matty, it's Christmas. You can only kiss me if we see a mistletoe!” 

Matty scoffed at your words, “as if you are going to be able to resist kissing me until we are under the mistletoe, I give it a minimum 2 days before you do those pouty ‘please kiss me lips’ and beg me” he said confidently.

“Pfft. I won't kiss you without mistletoe until Christmas day. You underestimate my stubbornness, my dear” You pat Matty's head consideningly.

“Wanna bet?” he smirks, leaning slightly closer to your face.

You lean closer too, watching Matty’s eyes flick down to your lips the nearer you get, “deal. If I win, you make me breakfast every day next week. And if you win, I'll do the same.” You narrow your eyes at matty, challenging him. 

Matty nods quickly, now unabashedly staring at your lips. “One last kiss for luck?” he asks as if he is doing you a favour, rather than yearning for one last kiss.

You teasingly lean in but snap away just before your lips touch, “ah ah ah, no mistletoe. Those are the rules i'm afraid love" You pout at Matty teasingly before spinning on your heels and walking away.

You knew it would be a matter of seconds before he came following, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps coming behind you into the kitchen.

The water in the kettle is just beginning to boil when you feel a pair of hands sliding over your hips and meeting on your stomach.

Matty's curls tickle your face as he presses his face into your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses at your pulse point and working down your neck. You hum and lean back into him, loving the feeling of his warmth behind you. 

His head smoothly slides out from your neck, and his hands slither from your stomach to your waist. He grips and spins you around. Pressing your back onto the kitchen counter with a dizzying pressure. His red kiss-bitten lips were already pouting at you, teasing you. But you were committed. As was Matty.

“C'mon baby, why won't you give your poor boyfriend a kiss?” Matty says, leaning in and pressing kisses to your cheeks. You smile at his actions, seeing right through his sweet facade.

“Oh, I will,” you say, and you've never seen Matty move quicker. He shoots back with wide eyes. 

“Really?” Matty was shocked you would fold so easily, sure he'd have a battle on his hands.

You lean close to Matty and brush your noses together, exchanging desperate breaths between the two of you. Softly, you whisper, “Yup, as soon as you catch me under some mistletoe, I’m all yours” You smirk and spin around to finish making your drink.

You hear Matty grumble and shuffle away, annoyed that his pretty boy tactic hadn't worked. But he was gonna catch you. He's determined to win.

///////////

It was a few hours later and suspiciously quiet in the Healy house, you tiptoe around every corner, preparing for Matty to leap out with mistletoe in his hands. The cold concrete on the floor radiates through your feet as you creep through the corridors. You walk past each painting on the wall and, for the first time, really look at a few of them. Matty has interesting taste in art, that's for sure.

As you approach Annie's room, you start to hear hushed voices speaking so you sneak up and listen intently. The warm glow of the light filters into the hall from a crack in the door.

You manage to peek in and see Matty sitting on the floor with Annie standing over him, fiddling with his hair. He has various clips and bows hidden in his curls, Annie having recently fallen in love with playing hairdressers. She will have your hair in her hands as soon as you are within reaching distance.

Most times, he begrudgingly agrees and ends up sitting on the floor with his daughter's hands raking through his curls and carefully placing glitter clips and hairbands. She studies his whole head carefully, thoughtfully placing each item and moving them around until she gets the look she's going for.

Matty once came into the studio with a glittery butterfly clip still caught in his hair, which earned him endless teasing for the whole session.

The teasing continued until the next time Annie came in, she promptly sat Ross down and did nothing but focus on playing with his hair for about 45 minutes. Adam and George were suddenly very happy for their short locks, watching in fits of laughter at Ross’ disgruntled face as Annie placed yet another hair clip in. 

So it was a normal sight for you to see, Matty's hair full of accessories and Annie's tongue sticking out with her focused face as she styled him. What you weren't accustomed to was the topic of conversation; you.

“So you know Daddy really likes to kiss y/n?” Matty says, wincing at the pain of Annie tugging particularly hard at one curl to get it to stay in place. 

Annie pauses what she is doing before saying, “Yes Daddy it's yucky. But you have to be quiet if im doing your hair. I can't focus!” she says exasperatedly, throwing her hands up dramatically. 

“Okay im sorry, baby, but I need your help to play a little trick on her. Do you want to help?” he asks, placing his hands on his daughter's waist and pulling her into his lap.

She fiddles with his curls as she thinks, even using one finger to tap her chin pensively. “Hmm, what would the trick be? Would it make her sad?” 

Matty smiles at his daughter's caring nature. It makes his heart happy knowing his two girls love each other so deeply. Knowing the two people he cared most about had such a connection was one of Matty's favourite things.

He knows the way he and you met wasn't the most ideal circumstance, but the connection it gave you with Annie was worth any trouble it caused.

“No sweetheart, in fact, it would make her happy. You know how she smiles after I give her a kiss?” Annie tentatively nods, and Matty continues, “Well there's this thing at Christmas that grown-ups do called mistletoe, and if you go under it together, you have to kiss the other person.”

Annie's face immediately crumples into a disgusted look that has Matty lightly laughing and squeezing her sides, “don't worry, peanut, you won't ever have to do it if you don’t want to.” her face lights back up, and Matty secretly hopes she doesn't participate in the tradition until she's at least 30.

“y/n has said she’ll only kiss me if I catch her under the mistletoe, so I want you to help me surprise her with one. How does that sound?” he looks down at Annie, whose eyes are sparkling with mischief already.

God, she really was his daughter. 

She nods excitedly, and Matty starts tickling her all over, telling her all about how fun their secret spy missions are going to be.

You sneak back to the kitchen, grinning to yourself at the idea of Matty roping in his daughter just so he can kiss you. You have to give it to him, he's definitely determined. 

Just as you're finishing off some tea for you and Matty, you feel a familiar pair of hands slide around your waist. A wave of deja vu washes over you as they do.

“No ill intentions this time, baby, I swear. Just wanted to touch my girl” Matty says softly into your ear before hugging you properly from the back, putting his head in your neck and breathing in your perfume as he does. He thinks that scent might be the most soothing one in the world.

Matty never told you this, but once he found out what perfume you wear, he bought some for himself. He somehow convinced himself that it wasn't creepy or stalker-like, that he simply liked the smell. But when it wasn't on you, it didn't feel the same. It didn't have the same all-encompassing warmth behind it. 

“Well, let’s go cuddle on the sofa, my love. Just no kissing,” you say, leaning back into Matty with your eyes closed in bliss. As you turn in his arms and meet his eyes, you teasingly wag your finger at him. He simply looks at you with enough love to make you dizzy. 

The two of you plod your way over to the sofa, clearly ready to relax. As Matty sits down, he lifts his arm for you to wiggle into his side. As you lean your head on his chest and burrow your nose in, you feel him relax, and you audibly sigh. The comfort overtakes you, and you fall asleep burrowed into his side, your tea forgotten once Matty drapes a blanket over you.

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A few hours later, you awake to the sound of rushed whispers and giggles. You keep your eyes closed and try and discern what's happening around you. 

“Okay, Annie. Now is the time. Go and get the mistletoe from the kitchen side. And make sure to be really quiet, okay? It's a secret mission, and we want y/n to stay asleep” Matty whispers carefully.

“Okay,” says Annie, trying her best to stay hushed but her excitement can't help but leak into her voice, you hear her small footsteps trailing away and briefly consider getting up and running away. 

But now that Matty has roped Annie in, you can't help but let them win. You weren't going to complain about kissing your boyfriend again. Even the past few hours felt like torture, and the loss of the gentle kisses you shared was worse than you imagined.

You had come to learn Matty's way of showing love was stolen touches. If he could stay attached to you, you're sure he would. Every time he passes you, you get a kiss on the crown of your head or a gentle brush on your back.

If you were out with him, his hand would be in yours. But on the odd occasion he couldn't hold your hand fully, he would simply link your pinky fingers together. He needed a reminder that you were there. You were connected to him.

Despite being together for a little while now, every touch still felt electrified to Matty. He went so long without being able to touch you, and now he could do it whenever he wanted.

So he did.

He does it subconsciously. Even in bed he’ll stroke your arm until he falls asleep. And as Annie skulks around the kitchen, he does the same thing, tracing your arm with a featherlight touch. 

You hear the pitter-patter of Annie's feet running back in and wait patiently until you feel her standing over you to flutter your eyes open and act shocked. The gasp escapes your lips just as laughter escapes Annies. Matty smiles down at you, too, looking quite proud of himself for his seemingly master plan. 

“You didn't even manage to last a day, my love. What a shame. you're going to have to kiss me now” he says, shrugging his shoulders and leaning in. 

“Oh you two are cheeky, well if I have to” Your stress on the word only pulls more giggles from Annie and earns you a disparaging head shake from Matty. 

You and Matty only share a small peck with Annie there, although you can feel Matty’s tongue poke at your lips instinctively before pulling back for an innocent kiss. 

Annie cheers as Matty leans in to hug you, just as you're settling in his arms you feel his hot breath on your neck and hear him whisper, “I knew you were awake that whole time by the way. Just couldn't resist kissing me, hmm?” 

You pull back with a smirk and press another kiss to his cheek brazenly, winking at him as you do.

[gardensgatekeeper]

New Year's Eve

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 732

Warnings: Implied sex, swearing, smoking, drinking. Let me know if I missed anything else!

Before Jake, you had only ever experienced boring vanilla sex with your ex partners. Sure there was nothing necessarily wrong with any of your past romantic experiences, but it was just sex and you almost began to grow to get turned off by the idea of being intimate with someone. You never related to how your friends raved about the crazy nights they had because you'd just never experienced that and quite frankly, you were too embarrassed to ask for advice at this point. You’d pretty much given up on dating forever, just accepting that you’d be the cliché lady with a bunch of cats. It was quite interesting how you met Jake. Initially you'd seen his band perform at a local dive bar a few weeks before Christmas, briefly exchanging hellos afterwards, but that was it. That was, until you found yourself at a new year’s party, keeping to yourself as you admired the twinkling city lights on the balcony outside. It was almost midnight and you felt a slight pang of sadness as another year passed feeling like something was missing. Just then, you heard the door slide open, turning back to see the one and only walking out when he noticed you already occupying the quiet space. “Oh shit sorry, I didn’t know someone was already out here. I can go back in if-“ He started. “No it’s fine, there’s plenty of room for both of us.” You offered. Nodding his head, he sat his drink down on one of the tables before reaching in his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. “You mind if I?” He politely asked. “Knock yourself out.” you replied. He took a long drag, inhaling the smoke before blowing it back out. You didn’t realize you were still staring until he offered you a pass, one you accepted but not without a slightly snarky comment. “You know these are bad for you” he just laughed in response as he took the cigarette back from you. It was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again. “You look familiar, do I know you from somewhere?” “Yeah, I saw you guys perform at The Underdog a few weeks ago. Pretty great show.” “Ah yeah! Y/N, right?” “The one and only.” You chuckled. “so Y/N, what’s a pretty lady like you doing all alone on new years? Boyfriend leave you for his dirty mistress?” He shot a toothy grin. “No boyfriend or dirty mistress, just me.” You replied softly, finishing the drink in your hand. “So what is it, you just break their heart and run before moving onto the next victim? Or was there the one that broke your heart so bad you’ve been trying to pick up the pieces ever since, waiting for someone to come along and glue them all back together?” His response threw you a little off guard but you held your own. “Just haven’t found the right one yet. I guess I'm just looking for something more exciting.” You offered back. "Is that a challenge?” He teased back. “And what makes you think you have the right qualifications for the job? This is quite a competitive job sir.” As if something in him suddenly flipped, you suddenly found yourself being pushed up against the balcony, his hands gripping your hips so tightly, you were sure there’d be bruises in the morning. “How about I just show you instead. After all, they do say actions speak louder than words.” Just then, you overheard the loud countdown happening inside, signaling another year coming to an end. You heard Jake join in, whispering “three, two, one” in your ear before connecting your lips, which of course led to quite the heated make out session. Next thing you knew, you were being pushed up against the inside of his front door. and boy did he deliver on his promise. He’d had you bent over nearly every surface in his house as he gave you the most mind blowing, earth shattering orgasms that nearly damaged your vocal cords from screaming out so much. It wasn’t until the sun starting peeking in through the windows that the two of you had to quite literally stop or else you’d pass out from exhaustion. As you sat together in the bath he had drawn, he sleepily whispered in your ear. “So, did I get the job?”

[eddiemuonson]

🐥 here ☺️

Ahhh spicy biker!Eddie - pleasant surprise I wont lie! 🫣 thank you so much for writing despite the writer’s block!!

I was wondering if you could write an alternate version with an established relationship including a shy!reader? She’s incredibly studious and stays late in the school’s library several times a week to study and Eddie ofc will never ever let her go home alone, so he always picks her up on his bike. The moments she’s holding on to him, feeling the wind in her hair are some of the few she actually feels free 🥹

Lots of fluff and Eddie worrying about her safety and wellbeing maybe??

Thanks for reading this!!! 💕💕💕 I hope you’re having a beautiful week angel

God I know I'm like way behind this request, but I promise I've been trying to make something pretty decent. Turns out I only had this small idea in my head, but it's kinda cute. I'm so sorry I took so long!!

Summary: You always stay late in the library most of the weekdays, and Eddie always makes sure you never go home alone. Sometimes he even makes you company, watching over while you study. (Fluff only. Word count: 972)

One evening, you found yourself in the university library, surrounded by towering bookshelves and the soft hum of fluorescent lights.

You had a significant research paper to complete, and the clock was ticking mercilessly towards eight o'clock.

You've spent all day at the campus and felt too tired already, but with the tests coming, you wanted to make sure you got good grades. In the room, there were only a few students, while the rest had already left.

Once again, Eddie made his way to a chair next to you, dragging it, so he could sit down. The noise it was making attracted the attention from the others, and you squinted, snorting.

He could never be able to be discreet. He sat next to you, watching as you read your papers.

"You couldn't be louder than that?" You joked, and he rested his legs across the table. Such a gentleman.

He fidgeted with his ringed fingers and smirked.

"Not my fault these damn chairs are too old, babe," He replied.

Shaking your head, you tried focusing on the remaining pages of your notes. You keep your attention on your notebook, while his face slowly reaches next to yours.

"Watcha reading?" Eddie whispers close to your right ear and you shiver.

"Just some philosophical theories" You reply, not taking your eyes off the papers.

"Sounds interesting. Is it about stoicism? Because I love that shit!" He sounds very into it, and it makes you chuckle at his sweet words.

"Oh, really? Tell me more about it then" You play along.

He looked at you, a little bit confused. He never seemed to actually enjoy whatever you would study. "Are you serious? Because I can go on and on about that shit".

You laughed again. "Yeah, babe. I'm serious".

He took a deep breath, fixing his bangs before starting to speak. "It's a philosophy that teaches us how to find tranquility and wisdom in life's challenges".

"You see, stoicism is all about recognizing what's within our control and what's not. It encourages us to focus on our thoughts, actions, and attitudes, and to let go of things beyond our control" He definitely looked so hot right now you would eat him on a stick.

"That's so profound. And so hot" You say it quite louder than expected, and he jerks his head back in a snorted laugh.

He places one hand on your thigh and squeezes it before looking back at you. "I could be one hell of a hot Philosophy professor, babe".

"Yeah, right" You squeeze his hand back.

He didn't say much later after that, waiting for you to finish reading your papers. But while waiting in the silent room, he was humming a song - which was probably Metallica - and it annoyed you.

"I'm going to need five minutes, but you need to be quiet" You started, lowering your voice, so only Eddie could hear you. "Or I will punish you later".

His brown puppy eyes widened in muse. "Well, then sentence me already" He said it too loud and earned a slap on his forearm from you. "Ouch".

"Just shut, please" You tried not to laugh at his playful demeanor.

Eddie loved the way you were so focused on school and your future. He knew he wasn't one to be too worried about that, considering he got held back twice before.

Now he's working his way up with his band, while making money at a record store.

He was fascinated by how you were so into every single thing you were interested in. He knows how much effort you have, even though he thinks you're a nerd. Which he's always joking about.

"You know you don't need to pick me up, right? I can get a cab" You said after a moment of silence.

He was trying to not make a noise, otherwise he knew you'd punch him. Supporting his chin on his hand, while resting his arm on the table, he huffed. "And you know I'll never let you go home alone".

"I'm a big girl, Munson" You retorted in a sweet way.

"I don't care, sweetheart. You're trapped with me. Eddie Munson can't let his darling go out there alone".

You laughed. "God, I hate it when you talk about yourself in third person".

"You actually love it, and you know it" He pointed out.

After you finished your studies, he helped you out with your books and papers, holding most of them for you.

You loved leaving the university in his company, because he would always pick you up with his bike and you loved how the wind always blows against your hair.

He secured your stuff inside the top case, giving you your helmet. Eddie helps you put the accessory on and makes sure the strap is perfectly set on your head.

He holds out a hand for you to support yourself before hopping in.

Eddie mounted the motorcycle, starting the engine with a satisfying rumble. He makes sure you're holding on him before pulling away.

With the wind in your hair and the open road ahead, you held on tightly, feeling both the exhilaration of the ride and the comfort of his care and guidance.

He pulled up by your driveway - you and Robin shared a house together - and helped you out with the helmet.

"Safe from the night dangers" Eddie wrapped one of his arms around your neck, giving you a peck on the jawline. You let out a light chuckle.

"Yeah, you're my true hero" You satirize.

He leans towards you, standing inches from your face, holding a sweet smile. "I love you, my darling".

"Love you too, Munson". You both kissed for a few seconds before he pulled back.

"I love it when you call me Munson" He melts down under your touch. 

[lil-elle]

Hi. Yes. Hello.

Pookers, pookie bear, pookie wookie, with a cherry on top. With extra sprakles..

Im going to need a continuation of "well i guess that makes you my princess" your uhhhhhhh hunter drabble. Yes please.

Idk if its another drabble or full length i just..... ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh

Of course pookie wookie, anything for you 😘

"Prince"

group: xikers

pair: bf!hunter x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.2k

content: kissessss ♡

a/n: 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

The zipper of your suitcase finally shut after at least an hour of wrestling with it, leaving your messy bun extra messy. “Yes!” You cheered to yourself before grabbing the handle and struggling to haul it off the couch in the dorm common room.

It was already a shock when Hunter told you that the company was fully funding a trip for him to go to Thailand and visit his family, but what was even more of a shock was when he said that they were allowing you, his girlfriend, to go with him. 

“It'll be easier to avoid the press if it's just the two of you in another country.”

That's what they said.

“Finally got that thing shut?”

His deep voice in your right ear startled you; he was surprisingly sneaky and quiet despite his size.

“Yup!” You smiled up at him, proud of your work.

He chuckled, a familiar smirk appearing on his face.

“You do know it's only a week trip, right? We're not moving there.”

He sauntered past you, planting a quick kiss on the exposed nape of your neck that set your whole head aflame.

“S-shut it,” you muttered, covering your vulnerable neck with your hand as you glared at him, “at least I'll have more clothes to wear than just two of the same tank top in different colours.”

He leant against the wall, watching you carefully with a smirk.

“You're acting as if you don't love when I wear those tank tops.”

Your warm cheeks grew warmer as you continued tugging at the handle of your overpacked suitcase while also being subject to his relentless teasing.

“Shut. Up.” You groaned as the heavy suitcase started slipping from the couch, becoming a real challenge on your biceps.

“Woah, woah.” Hunter quickly plucked himself from the wall and rushed over, grabbing the suitcase from the bottom and lifting it from your grasp with ease to place it on its wheels on the ground. “Ask for help next time, darling.” His fingertips softly brushed against your cheek and he leant down to ghost his lips over yours for a moment, pulling away just before you leant in. He looked back at you, your lips puckered and eyes half closed and giggled for a moment.

“Hey, no fair!” You pouted.

“Come on~ We gotta leave soon.” He began rolling the suitcase through the room, grabbing his own bag from the kitchen counter and slinging it over his shoulder.

You could hear the commotion of some of the other members in their room, finally awake and most likely getting ready to say goodbye to their main dancer for the week.

“Babe, hey.” He waved to grab your attention, standing near the doorway and still carrying both of your bags. “Do you have everything?” He questioned. You giggled lightly.

“My suitcase is literally about to explode, yes I have everything.” He smiled as you made your way over to him, watching your every move carefully.

“I'm just making sure, my dear.” You giggled again at the pet name, while kind of old fashioned, woke up the butterflies in your stomach. You focused down on his large knuckles gripping the handle of your suitcase, admiring his hands for just a moment.

“Thanks for carrying that, by the way.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I'm sure it weighs more than me.” You exaggerated.

“Of course.” He releases the suitcase handle and grabs your hand delicately, bringing it up to his face. “I wouldn't want you to hurt these pretty fingers of yours.” He spoke in a smooth voice before placing his lips on your knuckles, bringing an instant surge of heat to your face.

“Hunter…”

He smiled somewhat mischievously at your reaction before closing his eyes and placing another kiss on the back of your hand, this time longer.

“Gosh, you're such a prince.” You muttered flusteredly. You'd frequently heard his members and staff calling him a prince, but you'd never said it to him yourself until now.

His eyebrows raised slightly as he dropped your hand and an entertained smile creeped onto his face.

“Oh yeah?” His hand grasped your waist, pulling you into him until you were leant against his chest. “Then I suppose that makes you…my princess~” His voice was deep and smooth and he enunciated every word with a flirty tone, setting fire to you.

“Y-you–” You stuttered, looking up at his satisfied smirk only inches from your face. He let out a soft breath at your flustered reaction before slowly closing the gap between your faces, his lips pressing gently to yours. Your eyes shut almost like an instinct as you melted into his grasp, throwing your arms over his shoulders and tangling your hands in his hair. He let out a satisfied hum at your reciprocation before pressing his lips slightly harder against yours, deepening the kiss. Your mind quickly became a foggy mess, the only things you were able to focus on being his hand squeezing your waist, the feeling of his soft black hair between your fingers, and the way his lips moved gently yet needily against yours.

A distant chuckle pulled you from your immersion and you broke away from him, meeting his half-lidded, dazed eyes looking down at you and his rosey cheeks. You quickly turned your head to investigate the chuckle and locked eyes with Yujun, holding his phone up like he was taking pictures. You practically flew from Hunter’s grasp, reaching out to grab Yujun's phone from his hands as he giggled deviously.

“Oh my gosh! Delete those!” Your face was hotter than it had ever been, embarrassed about the situation you were in.

“Not a chance! These are valuable blackmail material.” He teased, holding his phone high up in the air and using his height as an advantage against you.

“Hunter!” You looked back to your boyfriend desperately for help. A wide smile stretched across his face, his cheeks splotchy with red tint. 

“Yujun? Send those to me.”

“Hunter!?” You looked at him with a shocked and embarrassed expression, your neck, face, and ears burning up like crazy.

“What~ That'd make a good wallpaper! Yujun's a good photographer too.” He smiled at the boy next to you who now had a proud expression on his face. Hunter walked over and grasped your hand with a small chuckle. “Okay, we gotta go now.” He left a small kiss on your forehead, prompting a new voice to speak up.

“That's enough, there'll be plenty of time for you two to do that this week. When you're alone.” Minjae muttered sleepily, walking past you, Hunter, and Yujun to unlock the door and hold it open. These boys never stop with their teasing, you swore to yourself as Hunter chuckled, grabbing your suitcase again and dragging it through the door.

Although, in the back of your mind, you really did hope there'd be plenty of time for that while you two were together this week.

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Can't think straight when we are together Pt. 2 [Nessian smut]

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

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A/N: Don't mind me, I'm just posting a second part to this a year after because I think I know what I want to do with this fic. It's been a year, so if you want to be removed or added to the tagging list, let me know, I just copied the one I had.

He had played well enough to celebrate the victory and mean it. It had been a great game. Tense, to say the least, but in a good way. The type of tense that pushed Cassian to do better. He was not the captain of the football team, Rhy was, but Cassian had been named MVP of the college league the last two seasons, and he planned on keeping the title this year as well now that graduation time was approaching and the draft peaked on the horizon. Preassure to give his all on the field was always welcomed. And if a certain pretty brunette showed up to watch, even if she was accompanied by some other dude, then his teammates could count on Cassian pushing himself to the limit.

Cassian slurred each syllable when he spoke, even if he wasn't drunk yet. "It's too hot in here, I need some air." Az only nodded. Not that the music being blasted through the speakers would have allowed him to be heard anyway. 

The crowd dancing in Feyre's basement, drinking and making out in the darkest corners of the room, forced him to use his elbows to push people in reaching for the stairs. Circumventing these college students proved as challenging as dodging some of his rivals hours earlier. Cassian tightly secured his red cup as he made his way up. Although Feyre's house was not their most frequent meetup place, Cassian had been in there enough times to know where each room was. To know the basement had a door to the garden behind the house, but if he instead used the stairs, he would find himself in the entry hall at the top.

So he went up, and just as he emerged in the predicted space, the front door was being opened by one of his best friends. Mor gave a squeak and jumped to hug him. "Congrats on the win, big boy!" Cassian hugged her back, and she had to go on her tiptoes so her arms could reach around his neck. He thanked her with a shit-eating grin. Both knew this had been one of his best games this season.

"Where were you? I was starting to think I would have to drain the keg all by myself." He joked, momentarily postponing his planned trip for this quick chat. 

"The cheer team had a pre-party I couldn't miss." Mor explained. Cassian didn't believed her, though, as most of the cheer team had arrived before him at the party.

"Excuse me." The soft voice behind them was followed by an even softer touch as Gwyneth Berdara slightly pushed his arm.

Only then did Cassian realize Mor and he were blocking the front door. He quickly let go of his friend's waist and took a step back, leaving enough room between the blond cheerleader and himself for Gwyneth to walk out. She did so without a word or a second look at them. The sudden panic taking over Cassian was enough to block the shame he should have felt instead. He saw the redhead reach for her phone as soon as she stepped outside, right before the door closed behind her. His widen his eyes went back to his friend, who seemed oblivious to the gravity of what had just happened. Only then did he notice who the varsity jacket Mor was wearing belonged to. A siren went off inside his head. Shit. Cassian hadn't noticed she was wearing his name and number. He had assumed it belonged to whatever player she had been screwing before coming to the party.

Surely Gwyn had noticed as well.

Shit.

"It that my jacket?" Obviously, it was. 

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I was cold and kept it. Do you want it back?" She offered it, but didn't take it off. She pouted, knowing he would let her keep it. It would be useless to ask for it now, anyway.

"I thought you gave it to Nesta. Like I asked you to." 

How tight had he and Mor been hugging when Gwyn appeared out of thin air? He wasn't sure. He tried to remember if his name on the back of the jacket had been visible to the girl, but soon discovered that he couldn't. A message had probably been sent from Gwyn's phone to Nesta's describing what she thought she had seen. She would be wrong in her assumption, but it kind of made his planned trip to the second floor redundant now, nevertheless.

"She didn't want it, Cass. I promise I offered it to her, and she said she already had a jacket. Now, I don't know if she meant hers or the jacket that guy besides her was wearing."

Cassian closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Shit Mor, you should have told me. I thought she had taken it."

"Hey, don't be upset with me. It's not my fault." She protested, her pouting lips now more exaggerated. "To be honest, I think this was for the best. Please, Cass, I am begging you to put two and two together and realize that she didn't want your name on her back because she simply doesn't want you. Or else, she wouldn't have gone to the game with a date."

His head snapped at that. "So it was a date? How would you know?" Cassian had always trusted Mor's intuition in this area. She understood girls' behavior way better than he did.

Taking the red cup from his hand and sipping from it, Mor rolled her eyes. "Listen, I don't want to hurt your feelings, especially not tonight, but Nesta Archeron doesn't give a fuck about football, so if her pretty ass was there, it had to be that guy's idea. And she must like him a lot to agree to the plan. Did she tell you she would be there?" He said no with his head. "And why is that? Because she..." Mor pushed a finger against his chest. "Doesn't. Care. About. You."

Cassian just stood there, unconvinced. He wished Mor had insisted more.

"But I still went up there to their seats and offered, like you asked me to, because I do care about you." She kept going. "As does Rhys. Do you think he would like to find out you are trying to get into Nesta's pants?" She arched an eyebrow. "You know he is not precisely fond of her."

The silence, Cassian hoped, let Mor know he was not in the mood to get deeper into that conversation right now. "Yeah, you are right." He considered taking his cup back, but decided not to. Mor could keep his cup and take it downstairs with her advice and opinions. He had to go up, he was now determined. "Az was asking for you down there." The cheerleader's face lightened when he changed the subject, suddenly reminded that there was, in fact, a party waiting for her in the basement.

"Shall we go?" She offered.

"I was actually looking for a bathroom." Cassian excused himself. "I don't trust the one downstairs." He joked. She didn't push it, she simply gave him another quick hug and headed towards the music.

He gave himself a second to clear his head. To mentally curse himself, Mor and this night that had seemed so full of potential until five minutes ago. The stairs to the second floor of the Archeron's house were right there. I should go to her room, Cassian told himself. To explain myself. And so, with the confidence only a guy like him could have, he resumed his original route towards Nesta Archeron's bedroom.

Unknown territory.

It would be easy for him to pitch himself tonight. Pitching both of them, actually, presents Nesta with the idea of what they could become. In a perfect scenario, Nesta would listen. In the case that Gwyneth had misinformed her of what she thought she had seen in the hall, it might require a little more convincing. But Cassian made his way up, truly believing this would be the night he told Nesta what he wanted.

Loud and clear.

The hallway he ended up in was silent, as if there was no party happening in the basement at that very moment. It was pitch dark, and wanting to be as sneaky as possible, instead of turning on the lights, Cassian used his phone's flashlight to find Nesta's bedroom door. A decorative piece of wood in the shape of a perfect "N" hang from the door. Knowing all the residents of the house except Feyre —downstairs— and Nesta herself —at the other side of the wooden panel— were away, he knocked, not allowing his confidence to slip away.

Yes, Nesta had refused to take his jacket when Mor offered it in his name, but not once had she said no to fucking him. If she knew he was on the other side of the door, she would open it for him. When she didn't answer, Cassian knocked again. "Nes, it's me." He had to wait again, but this time he heard the muffled footsteps getting closer. Then, the door opened, and Cassian's grin returned to his face. "Hey." He leaned on the door, knowing from experience that women found the way his muscles flexed to be sexy.

Nesta's half-closed eyes didn't really react, though. "What do you want?" She asked bluntly.

"Were you sleeping?" The question was a courtesy. He could smell in the thick air of the room what she had been up to, despite the open window by the bed. The red eyes were proof as well.

"Yes." She lied. "Did you get lost?" Her sexy lack of patience was amusing and just what he had wanted to be greeted by.

There was soft music playing from her phone on the bed. "I'm almost where I want to be, actually." Cassian said, his eyes wandering through the room behind his girl.

The eye contact that followed was intense. Cassian wouldn't break it, he could stare at her annoyed frown for ages and never get tired. And Nesta wouldn't either, as she simply couldn't stand to lose. She had her hair up in a ponytail that had been perfectly neat maybe an hour ago and now struggled to contain a few pieces of hair that were too short in the front and framed her face. Although Cassian was sure there were a pair of shorts on her legs, they weren't visible under the big t-shirt she used as pajamas. The band logo was unrecognizable after so many trips to the washing machine over the years.

Knowing very few people were allowed to see the perfect Nesta Archeron looking this disheveled, but he was, only filled his chest with excitement. Because not only was he allowed to see it, he was also allowed to take her out of those clothes and make an even bigger mess of her.

"Are you going to stand there forever?"

"Until you invite me in." He retorted.

She rolled her eyes, but stepped to the side and opened the door enough for him to enter. He walked to the middle of the room and heard the door close behind him. "I don't think I've ever seen your bedroom." She didn't answer, nor did she address his presence when she walked back to her bed and jumped in. Cassian just stood there, taking in the empty white walls, the blue stripes of her sheets, and the fluffy rug in the middle of the room.

"I hate shoes inside the house." Cassian needn't be told twice. His socks were stark white, and Nesta took notice. Hers were as well. "Matching," she mumbled distractedly.

The only light came from a round lamp by her bed. It was warm and threw yellowy shades across the walls, the bed and her face. She looked relaxed, and Cassian wondered if he had ever seen her like this. So calm and comfortable. He absolutely hadn't. He would remember. Like he remembered the first and only time he had made her laugh out loud —and actually chuckle. Cassian felt like he should have, though. Hadn't he made her feel good in his arms? He had. Six times, no less.

But Nesta hadn't looked this at ease. Almost the opposite, he realized. She had wanted to get out of his embrace as soon as they were done. She always ran from him.

Well, not anymore. Tonight, he would demand she give him more —at least a chance—, or else they would be done forever.

Please, prove them wrong, he begged her. Prove you do care about me.

From the bed, Nesta stretched her arm to open a drawer. "Do you want some?" An untouched joint was offered to him.

"I've been told I am insufferable when I am drunk and high." He joked. Nesta's lips curled up, remembering the moment she spoke those words.

"You really are." She scouted to the side, leaving room for him on the bed. "But you are not drunk, though."

Absolutely not. He needed his mind to be clear for this. Nesta's parted lips were distracting enough. Her smell. The skin of her thigh hot against the back of his hand when he sat down. Their eyes met, and Cassian cursed himself for accepting the silent offer and getting in her bed. This was not what he had come up here for.

Had she not leaned in, Cassian might had found in him the strength to get up again. But she did lean in, and his body followed suit. She kissed him. He kissed her back, and Nesta was quick to make it deeper, to make it hungry and needy. His hand cupping her face was meant to steady them, as surely were Nesta's on his hair. And his arm finding its place around her waist, or her legs now straddling him.

Yes, when his hand left her pretty face and met its double on Nesta's other hip, his goal was to make sure she was comfortably sitting on top of him. The grinding it caused was collateral damage. The seam of his jeans rubbed the right inch on her body, and soon Nesta was moaning in his mouth.

Hadn't she leaned in, Cassian would be standing on the fluffy carpet, pouring his heart out for her. But she did. And so he was now stripping her of her t-shirt and delighting himself in the realization that Nesta had not been wearing any kind of shorts under it. Just some lovely black panties he was quick to pull aside.

"Fuck!" She let out when his fingers pushed inside her. She was soaking wet just from making out.

There was no excuse for that.

"Tell me what you want." He demanded.

With her mouth open in a silent exclamation, Nesta rode his hand like she should be riding his cock. He curled his two fingers inside her, making her tremble. To keep her balance, Nesta's palms came to rest on his chest, supporting her weight. With her arms at her sides and her back arched, Nesta's tits were pushed right to his face. Not wanting to disrespect his host, Cassian's mouth was on them in an instant.

Hadn't she leaned in...

Nesta tried her best to contain her whimpers, and he did his best to steal new ones from her lips. "Tell me what you want." He repeated, now that Nesta was approaching her climax.

"I just want to come." She pleaded. Her gray eyes found his and gave him that look that almost had him coming in his pants. "Please, Cassian, make me come."

"And what do I get?" He teased, freeing her nipples from the pleasure and torture of his tongue on them. She shuddered, probably feeling the cold now that they were wet with his saliva.

Nesta didn't answer, so he had to be tougher on her. She was lost in her thoughts, bouncing on his hand and enjoying the feeling of his thumb on her clit. With his left hand, Cassian halted her movement just so he could slip his right from under her. Nesta whimpered again, but this time it was unsatisfaction what lingered on her pouting lips. An unexpected swat across her butcheeks made her jump slightly. It had taken her by surprise, although it shouldn't have. She knew what would come when she didn't answer him the first time. "What do I get, Nes?" Cassian was getting tired of repeating himself. She knew better. He spanked her again, just because he wanted to see her tits bounce in his face when she felt it and reacted.

Like a cat, Nesta stretched her body and rested it flat on top of his, gaining access to his neck and covering it in kisses. It was Cassian's turn to groan, more so when she nibbled his earlobe, and he practically melted when Nesta's plump lips sought his again. She was such a smooth kisser, so good at it, Cassian almost forgot she was the one supposed to be begging for his touch, not the other way around. He rolled over, pressing her against the bed now, and grabbed her tits with perhaps more force than needed. Not that Nesta ever complained about sex getting a bit rough. He kneaded them and pulled her nipples to his will, enjoying how hard they got against his palms and how she arched her back for more. When her tongue entered his mouth, Cassian knew she was desperate.

"Anything you want." She promised, thinking she knew exactly what he would take as compensation. "You can have me any way you want, but please," A pause to let out a moan right by his ear, "please, make me come."

Cassian was quick enough in taking down his jeans that Nesta didn't complain about his warm body leaving hers. He wasn't quick enough to put on the condom she handed him from the bedside table, though, so Nesta got on her knees in front of him, matching his pose, and started kissing him again whilst he opened the silver square and wrapped himself in the rubber. When he was done, Cassian wasn't able to tell who was hornier. He only knew one second his hands were in Nesta's ass, taking her in the air, so she could wrap her legs around him, and the next he had slammed their bodies against the mattress again and was fucking her for all he was worth.

It would have been great to say she came quickly and repaid the favor by sucking him, but after all that grinding, Cassian was as close to coming as she was. She squeezed him so tightly he stood no chance, and soon they were both panting, Cassian all the way in and Nesta holding on to him like her life depended on it, needing him even closer. When the climax ran through them, Cassian didn't pull out, nor did she urge him to. Instead, her fingertips started dancing through his back. Making circles at first, then more complicated shapes. Something like triangles, then curves, and more sharp angles right after.

Cassian thanked his past self for staying sober tonight, so he was conscious enough to understand the meaning of the lines she drew.

"Come on a date with me." He whispered against her ear.

"No." Her answer came immediately. Not harshly, at least not with the intention to be harsh. She said the wordas a matter of fact. Empty of feeling.

He closed his eyes. Why? Wasn't this what she wanted? For him to be blunt with his expectations? "You said anything I wanted." Cassian reminded her. He didn't move. Their bodies were still tangled over her bed: him inside her, her legs caging his waist, and her arms hugging his neck. How could Nesta reject him while holding him with such care? 

As if she had read his mind, Nesta let go of him completely, and he had no choice but to sit up. Somehow quicker than Cassian had been when he took them out, Nesta gave him his underwear and jeans back for him to put them on. "I meant something like a blowjob and to swallow." Her coarse words hurt his ego more than his feelings. He didn't answer.

Cassian got up and pulled up his pants, then seated himself again and stared at her, a question in his eyes. She could read it—she in fact did—, but didn't answer. Cassian wondered, had she not leaned in, would he have been brave enough to ask her out with the words he had carried from the football field? Would the result have been the same, or was the fact that they always fucked first, talked later what made them go in circles?

"It was a good game. You did good." Her suddenly bringing that up only made things more awkward. 

"Yeah." Cassian would rather leave now than sit through the silence that followed. He stayed, though, waiting for who knows what to happen and fix the atmosphere, to turn it into... what, exactly? She must have felt it too —the lack of appropriate words to end this night.

Cassian ran a hand through his hair. Nesta fixed it, her touch a ghost. He looked at her and demanded an explanation with just a stare. Nesta didn't give him that either.

"You should go down." She told him. There was no sharpness in her tone, and maybe that was her way of saying she was sorry.

Accepting his fate and just wanting to leave on a good note, Cassian raised a teasing eyebrow and eyed what was between her legs.

"Not that." There it was: the eye rolling, the cute annoyance. "I meant downstairs, to the party. They are probably looking for you."

Indeed.

"You are saying a lot of things you don't mean tonight, Nes. It's kind of confusing."

The accusation finally woke her up from the post-orgasm haze. She jumped out of bed, leaving her t-shirt behind, and going for the door. "You are confusing." Her voice told Cassian she meant it.

"I think I've made myself pretty clear, though. Haven't I?" He took his shoes in one hand and followed her.

"Haven't I?" She retorted, turning around to face him. The defiance in her eyes burned bright, giving her an intimidating glow that compensated her lack of a top. Cassian didn't even look at her tits.

She opened the door for him. He closed it before the gap was wide enough for him to go through.

"Would it kill you to give me a chance?" He finally spat. 

"A chance for what, Cassian? What exactly do you expect? To continue with the fucking, but once a week, grab dinner together?" 

"Well, yeah." Cassian still couldn't understand what was so awful about spending time with him outside their bedroom, a small bathroom or an empty classroom. Be seen out in the open, grab her hand and kiss it just because he feels like it. For Nesta to wear his jersey to his games and celebrate with him and his friends afterward. Grab dinner when their schedules allow, and then go home together.

Nesta held his stare, and this time he couldn't read it. Which could only mean she didn't want him to. Cassian sighed.

"Okay, so whatever I want?" He brought up Nesta's sex-induced promise again. "Just give me a reason I can understand." When she opened her mouth, Cassian's finger sealed it again. "If you want a guy to get you drinks at a party, why can't it be me? If you want to hang out with a guy on a Friday night and go watch a game together,  why won't you let it be me? And don't give me an I don't like you, because you clearly do. What is so awful about me that you don't want to even try?"

When she closed her eyes, unable to look into his, Cassian's heart sank, understanding that there was a reason after all.

"I've tried." She confessed. "I've seen what spending time with you is like, and I don't want it." Not only didn't Cassian interrupt her, but he urged her to keep going, curious to see where she was going. "I've been in a room with you and your friends and remember what was said to me for even looking in your direction a little too long." She started counting with her fingers. "I've spent the afternoon with you guys and been completely ignored by every single one, including you, although I was invited to be there. We've had lunch, I've been trapped at one of your dinner parties and on Feyre's birthday, and there is nothing you can possibly offer me in a relationship to make up for how awful I've been treated every single time and how you did nothing to stop it from happening. How stupid do you think I am to sign up for that again?"

Cassian was equal parts offended on his friend's behalf and his own. Had it been anyone else in front of him, he wouldn't have bitten his tongue at the insult to his friends. They had never spoken ill of her to her face or purposefully tried to exclude her. She simply didn't fit in with the group, and that was okay. They could spend time alone.

"If that is what I'm getting myself into..." She corrected herself, saying, "If that is what you can offer me, then I don't want it."

"Don't you think a relationship is a little more complicated than liking my friends or not?"

"I am in Pre-Med, Cassian, I don't have the time for complicated. I want easy. This..." She signaled between the two, "This is easy. And I like it a lot."

It was his time to be cold. "Sorry, but this won't do it for me." Cassian took a step back, putting much-needed physical space between them. "Obviously, I can't be with someone who thinks that about my friends."

She agreed and stepped to the side, making room to open the door for him. "And I can't be with someone who would let their friends say exactly the same things about me." It was the brief silence as the words sank in what pushed her to keep going. "To be honest, and I am not saying this to be hurtful, you don't deserve more."

Cassian only nodded, not necessarily in agreement, not fully differing either. He understood.

"Have a good life, Nes." He just walked away.

[madwomansapologist]

Carmy + come back be here

Taylor Swift Writing Challenge: Come Back... Be Here

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synopsis: You spent months telling yourself "Don't get attached." But when the feeling sinks in you realize: you don't wanna miss Carmy Berzatto.

warnings: a bit of smut. then a lot of angst because... i guess i am to mood to...?

Colors shimmered on your closed lids. A groan was hushed by your left hand, you didn't want to make too much noise, while your right held him by the hair. You didn't guide him, you just needed support. The tongue sliding against your insides, the caloused hands that squeezed your thighs so hard that will leave marks on them, the way you could felt his gaze burning your skin.

"Look at me," Carmy stopped fucking you with his mouth. He bit your inner thighs, licking it after. Anything, maybe everything, made your womb throb. "I wanna see those pretty eyes."

Carmy wanted to look into your eyes, so he requested it. But he wanted to hear you, and he wouldn't waste the time he could spent between your legs with that. Carmy grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with his, and dive back into you.

You squeezed his finger, moaning without fear or embarrassement, and Carmy squeezed back. He devoured you with his eyes like you were a delicacy of the gods. Carmy ate you, get drunk on you, and he held you.

Carmy only pulled away when you were too sensitive. It's been a few hours since you both started, none kept count. All anyone would be able to hear was you both trying to catch your breath, still absorted in pleasure and exhaustion.

The Carmy said it. In such a simple way. Like it was nothing. Right when you were just about to fall. "I'm going to New York tomorrow."

Your silence could be heard as indifference, you sure hope he understand it this way, but it wasn't. You silence was a reflection of your pain.

You got back into your clothes, grabbed your phone and got near his side of the bed. His? Even your thoughts were pathetic. Of course it was his, it was his bed, his home, his live. You bent down and kissed him goodbye. "Take care."

During all the way to the front door you imagined how you would reject Carmy if he asked you to stay. Stuck in the elevator, you repeated to yourself: don't get attached. But riding your car, moving further and further away from Carmy and all his bullshit, you let the feeling sinks in.

You already miss him.

All you want was to ask him to just be here. To finally give up on being so nonchalant. But for that you would need to come back. And to want him, to need him this way, was embarrassing enough.

Driving on those streets that wouldn't get him back to you, imagining when Carmy would come back, you almost didn't feel the vibration coming from your bag. But you noticed it, and with time to grab it and read the name shining on your screen.

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Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Being the Gaffer's niece certainly helped in landing you a new job as the Liverpool team’s physio, but one too many disagreements with a familiar player makes the whole experience slightly less enjoyable..

WARNINGS: This series will contain Angst, Fluff and Smut

Word Count: 3.5k

Chapter 6 - Chapter 5 here

The sun hadn't even properly come up yet, but for some reason you were awoken by deafening blares coming from the other side of the room, frustrating you as it couldn't have been any later than 7am.

'Turn it off.' You groaned, pulling the covers over your head, sensing Trent pace around the room after he stopped the noise.

Memories from last night instantly flooded your mind, and you were furious at yourself for giving in to him. You couldn't believe he had you under his trance yet again and convinced you to not only stay the night, but sleep with him - and although you knew it was on your terms and your own doing, you felt terrible.

'Get up.' He demanded, sitting himself upright whilst he scrolled through his phone next to you.

'What time is it?' You questioned, suddenly remembering you had work today, both of you due to be there for an early morning training session today.

'6:50.' He replied, getting out of bed and heading towards his bathroom.

'Shit. What am I gonna tell my uncle when he asks where I was?' You panicked, knowing it'd be questionable as you'd arrive with Trent.

'I'm going for a shower, you joining me?' He smirked, ignoring you.

'Shut up.' You pleaded, rolling your eyes at his smug face as you lazily put on last night's clothing before getting out of bed.

'Just tell him you stayed the night at a friend's?' He thought, pleased with his suggestion as he walked into the bathroom, leaving you alone.

You walked out of his room, and found yourself making your way to the guest shower to get ready. There was no way you were doing the walk of shame in the state you were in to your uncle's house right now, so you figured you were somehow better off spending the morning with Trent before you arrived at work.

You got out of the shower and returned to his room to see him ready on the bed, with an LFC branded training jacket laid out on the bed.

'Wear that.' He commanded, making you let out a sigh of relief as you'd just have to suffice with the jacket and your joggers.

You followed him downstairs and watched him go into the kitchen, pulling out two glasses and his protein powder, preparing to make two shakes.

It pretty much tasted like chocolate flavoured leaves, and you weren’t even sure if you could call it breakfast, but you couldn't see him consuming bowls of sugary cereal being the athlete that he was, which is why you stayed put and took it anyway without complaining.

'What are you looking at?' You asked him, noticing he was vigorously scrolling through his phone distressed for some time.

'Huh? Oh nothing.' He answered, slightly tipping his phone towards you unknowingly, allowing you to sneak a glance; he was on Twitter, reading through hundreds of responses about his performance the other day.

'You gotta stop looking at that stuff.' You told him, taking a sip of your shake.

'I don't look at it.' He claimed, switching his phone off to end the discussion.

'It won't benefit you at all, only you know how to improve.' You added, as both of you knew he was dwelling on how he played the other day.

'Speak when you're spoken to Y/n, I didn't ask for a pep talk.' He slammed, placing his glass in the sink, leaving you a little embarrassed.

'My bad, talking to you in general is just a mistake.' You said, placing yours in the sink too when you were done.

'Yet you're still here, in my house.' He challenged, mockingly.

'And it'll be the last time, this isn't happening again.' You explained, standing your ground, all whilst he chuckled at you cockily.

'I mean it Trent, it was a mistake.'

'I’m sure it was, you just can't stay away from me..' He smirked, jingling his car keys as he went to start the car, leaving you with your thoughts.

You met him a few moments later in the car, aware you were showing up to work without any of your essentials due to last night's annoying choice of events.

There was traffic already, and you decided to shut your eyes to catch up on the sleep you missed, as you were both sat stationary at the red light for some time. You opened your eye slightly to catch his gaze focused on you, quickly looking away as soon as he noticed you watching, eyes back on the road as the light turned green.

'Watching me sleep?' You asked, chuckling.

'Just wondering how one person can be so lazy.' He shot back, making you yawn loudly dramatically.

You guys were now late, with training starting 15 minutes ago, but you still managed to catch up with the team and slot yourself between the other staff.

'Where were you last night?' Asked your uncle from next to you.

'Oh I stayed with a friend, that's why we were late..Trent had to pick me up.' You informed him, hopefully saving yourself from any speculation.

'Joe is here today, I want you to examine him again.' He added, making you raise your eyebrows.

'Joe is here?' You asked, wanting him to repeat himself for confirmation.

'Yes, he's in the exam room.' He informed you.

You didn't want to see Joe right now; especially not after what went down last night, where he made a fool out of you in front of all his friends and then his confrontation with you and Trent.

As soon the boys had finished training, they were all sent inside for a team talk, which was your cue to attend to Joe.

Most of all you were angry at yourself because you knew Joe could be right, and even though you only ever saw him as a friend, you knew he was correct in saying you needed his attention when you didn't have Trent's. His words replayed over and over in your head, and yet you still couldn't figure out why you needed Trent's validation, the two of you were only past hookups to each other, and it wasn't anything other than ridiculous teasing and the sex you regret last night.

'How's your ankle?' You asked, staying professional as Joe was laid out on the chair.

'Bruised.' He replied, making you take a look at how gnarly it was.

You reached for a bandage and began to dress it for him after cleaning it up, and although you were looking down at it, you could tell that his gaze never left you.

'Y/n.' He said, in a bid to gain your attention as you asked him to try and move his foot.

'Just focus on this, try moving it.' You suggested, watching him do so, struggling lightly as he got frustrated.

'Y/n?' He repeated, forcing you to face him.

'I'm sorry about last night, please let me say sorry properly.' He begged, and as soon as you realised what he was going to say you sighed, stepping away from him.

'Joe, I'm just here to do my job.' You explained, ignoring him whilst you continued.

'Just let me apologise, it was completely out of order.' He argued, all whilst you wished the conversation would quickly end.

'Yes, it was. But I'm not dwelling on it.' You revealed, packing your things away.

'You’d be dwelling if I were Trent though?' He teased, shaking his head.

‘Stop talking about Trent, there’s nothing with him, he just drives me to work and back, that's all.' You fought.

'He was your knight in shining armour last night, why did you call him then Y/n?' Joe pushed.

'I don't have to explain myself to you, I'm just trying to stay professional.' You reminded him, getting ready to leave.

'Staying professional apart from when you guys have sex right?' Laughed Joe, catching you off guard.

You knew Joe had a hunch, loads of players probably did - but you assumed his comments last night were made from speculation, which is why you were shocked right now.. wondering if he knew you and Trent went home together last night too, even though it was highly unlikely.

'What are you talking about Joe?' You asked, getting ready to deny.

'I'm not an idiot, I know about you and Trent in the past.' He started, leaving you silent as you waited for him to continue.

'He told the whole team about your hookup the first day you got here, wouldn't shut up about it.' Joe revealed, and you felt yourself feeling nauseous all of a sudden.

You were embarrassed, hoping this wasn't true, fearing all of your credibility was gone, and you didn't want to believe him but it would make sense as to why most of the players saw you in a different light now.

'What?' You questioned, silently.

'He's just like everyone else Y/n, I don’t know how many times I have to explain this to you.' Joe explained, his soft tone making you affirm that he was telling the truth.

You were furious at yourself at this point, how stupid had you been to continue being kind to Trent, staying over at his house, unintentionally creating a feud between him and Joe, and most importantly sleeping with him again when you knew you had to keep it appropriate with him, and knew what he was like.

You stormed out of the office, it was the end of the day now and you had to endure a journey with Trent again, seeming more and more difficult after finding out he had exposed you to his teammates whom you worked with.

'Y/n, how is it looking for Joe then?' Your uncle asked, catching you off guard as you strolled through the hallway.

'Oh..he's doing better, still no sign of him playing anytime soon though.' You told him, as he pursed his lips together in frustration.

'Ah well, you go on and get home then, we won't be home for tonight.' He told you, patting you on the head.

'Why? Where are you?' You asked, curiously.

'We have a meeting, I will be here tomorrow afternoon for training though.' He informed you, making you nod in approval.

'Go and relax now, I'm sure you didn't get much sleep last night did you? Feel free to invite some friends over.' He suggested, before playfully pinching your cheeks as he walked off.

'You ready to go?' Trent asked, waiting to talk to you as he noticed you were busy in conversation with Jurgen.

You shot him a disapproving look, before nodding your head stubbornly, pacing ahead of him to get to the carpark, wanting to avoid as much conversation possible with him.

Eventually you met him there, after a few moments of standing by his car, waiting for him to arrive and unlock it for you.

The majority of the drive was silent as per usual, but this time it was you who turned his music higher, a sign from you to tell him you weren't in the mood to talk right now, even though you knew he wouldn't be either.

'How's Joe?' Asked Trent, lowering the volume.

You simply stayed silent, turning your head in an act to pretend you didn't hear him.

'I said how's Joe?' He repeated, taking his eyes off of the road this time to look at you.

'He's fine, now stop talking.' You bluntly said, pulling your phone out to avoid him, and you could see him furrowing his brows in confusion through your peripheral vision.

'When’s he gonna be back?' He continued to ask, as you sighed in annoyance, whilst he turned the corner to get to your shared neighbourhood.

'Don't know and since when do you care? He's injured because of you remember.' You told him, regretting it as soon as the words left your mouth, because you both knew he felt bad about it.

'Wow..he's still my friend, always has been.' Trent told you.

'Just because you've got your own problems with him and got me involved last night doesn't mean I have a problem with him..' Trent slammed, leaving you shaking your head at his audacity.

'Good, I don't expect any favours from you Trent, we're not friends.' You said, coldly, as he parked up on your drive, and as you got ready to get out of his car you heard the locks click, realising he'd locked you in.

'What are you doing?' You asked, frustrated.

'What’s with the sudden mood change.' He explained.

'I’m just returning the same energy back to you.' You fought.

'So you're in my bed this morning, then drinking my protein shakes and now you're telling me we're not friends?' He asked, laughing.

'We're not friends, you said yourself we can’t be...Besides I can't stand you.' You claimed.

'You can't stand me? You were screaming my name last night.' He joked, angering you even more.

'You gonna go tell the team about it again?' You slammed, watching him go silent.

'What are you talking about now?'

'Joe's told me, why the fuck would you tell them about this Summer?' You complained, having to fight back tears.

'Y/n, I haven’t told anyone.' He said, standing his ground.

'Why should I believe you?' You asked, head facing the floor.

'So you'd believe Joe? When you know he's raging every time he sees me near you?' He laughed.

'Be real Trent, you've just seen me as someone to get your dick wet the entire time, Joe's been good to me.' You claimed.

'Joe is the reason you were begging me to pick you up last night, I can fuck whoever I want I don't need to brag and tell people about it.' He blasted.

'You do that then, because we're not fucking again.' You attacked.

'We don't need to, but I can imagine you'll go running to Joe for that now won't you?' He said, harshly and you couldn't believe he was speaking to you in this way.

'Unlock the car.' You demanded, wiping your eyes.

'Crying again? For fucks sake Y/n.' He tutted, feeling guilty as he pressed the button to let you out.

You charged past him, hurrying to unlock the door to let yourself in, noticing he had followed you up.

'Go Trent.' You petitioned, wanting him to leave.

'I'm not done Y/n.' He revealed, tailing you as you unlocked the door.

'Well I am..fuck off.' You shouted, slamming the door in his face.

You spent the majority of your evening cuddled up in your bed, watching Netflix and not even beginning to focus on anything work related, as any mention of it would seriously make you go into overdrive.

Joe: Are you okay?

You took one look at the notification, and even though it'd be logical of you to ignore it, you found yourself typing away, responding to it anyway.

You: I'm better.

Joe: Can you come over? Just want to talk

You: I just wanna stay home right now.

Joe: I'll come to you then?

You argued with him a little longer, as you felt bad making him come over with his leg, aware he'd have to take an Uber.

You: What if my uncle sees you on the cameras?

Joe: I'm supposed to come round to pick something up anyway.

You knew your uncle wouldn't necessarily mind if Joe was there, aware the two of you were friends - but you were already fearing he'd catch heed of you and Trent, and did not need any rumours about you and Joe on the list too.

You attended to the door hearing it ring, letting Joe in at once, watching as he moved easily with his crutch to the sofa.

'Trent's been calling me.' He started, and you knew instantly why.

'I didn't pick up, do you know what he wants?' He asked, as you prepared to tell him the story.

'I just confronted him about it, and of course he denied it all.' You revealed, explaining what went on in the car.

'So I'm guessing he wanted to give me a piece of his mind?' He inferred, making you both laugh.

'I'm sorry about before Y/n, I want to stay friends with you.' He added, making you feel bad for your disagreement the other night.

'It's no big deal, you were emotional and you had every right to be.' You backed, talking a little longer.

The truth was, you were confident there was nothing romantic with the two of them, and you missed the friend you had in Joe, who was for sure the better person when it came to him and Trent, which is why you both spoke with ease for the rest of the night, waiting for Joe's uber to get here to pick him up as he prepared to leave.

You heard the doorbell ring, wondering if it was his ride, rushing to open it as you were faced with no other than Trent at the door.

'Who is it?' Joe called, leaving you silent as Trent raised his eyebrows, realising you were with Joe.

'You not gonna let me in?' Asked Trent, entering anyway before you had the chance to say anything, and soon all three of you were in the same room.

'Leave mate.' Joe said, being faced with Trent.

'Y/n can we talk?' Trent asked, ignoring Joe.

'She doesn't want to.' Joe fought, as Trent remained calm.

'Joe, it's fine..' You said, as he got up to leave.

'My Uber's here anyway, see you Y/n.' He said, before leaving and shooting Trent a dirty look.

It was now just you and Trent faced with each other, and you didn't know what he wanted, as his opinion was clear from what he said to you in the car earlier.

'What do you want?' You asked.

'Can you just hear me out?'

'No Trent, just go.' You sighed.

'No. Believe me when I say I didn't tell the team anything about us.' He argued, and you flopped onto the sofa in defeat.

'Why do you care what I think? Do you get this attached to every girl you've been with?' You challenged.

'No. Just you I guess.' He said, making you laugh as you knew he was just teasing and wasting your time now.

'Okay, you can save your breath and leave now.' You encouraged, taking his arm to guide him to the door.

He took hold of your hand and pulled you to him, your faces opposite to each other, just inches away from contact.

'What are you doing to me Y/n?' He muttered, staring at your lips.

‘What am I doing to you?’ You repeated, not sure what he meant.

‘I can’t fucking think straight when you’re there.’ He confessed, leaving you gobsmacked.

'You can fuck any girl you want remember? So stop wasting my time, there's nothing else to us but work.' You argued, and as soon as you finished your sentence he pulled you in for a kiss, which you couldn't even back away from as it happened so naturally, and you found yourself begging for more before you gained consciousness.

All of his words instantly collected back into your head, and you remembered how hurtful it was for him to discard you today after sleeping with him, enraging you as he'd let people know about your personal life with each other, causing you to break away, leaving him yearning for more.

'I think you should go Trent.' You whispered, shyly.

'Y/n don't be like that.' He begged.

'You can't treat me like shit and then turn up telling me what I want to hear so you can take me to bed.' You criticised.

'That's not what this is, I just wanna talk.' He claimed, cutting you off.

'You've said plenty..'

'You accuse me of running to Joe but that's what you're doing right now.. running to me because you need me to keep your bed warm, because you're lonely.' You analysed, leaving him startled, maybe because he knew there was truth in the statement.

'Just leave me alone Trent, go home.' You recommended, and he did as you asked, walking out with his head kept down as you were all alone again, both Joe and Trent gone.

You wondered all night if there was any truth to what he had said, was he attached to you?

'What have you done to me Y/n?'

‘I can’t fucking think straight when you’re there.’

Maybe he was just bored. But you knew better and knew that he was most likely acting affectionate with you because he was hot and bothered, but you refused to give in to him tonight..

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Chapter 7 - 14/11/2022

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Ler!Sapnap Week Day 2/3 - Gym/Bet

woah….. two fics back to back????? who am i?????

this is another fic for @sleepy--anon ‘s ler!sapnap week!! this is a combo of days two and three, which were gym and bet!! you can find the original post here as well, so make sure you all go show sleepy your support and thank her for making this happen :D thanks again sleepy!!

truth be told i wrote this fic in like two hours after a random stroke of motivation, and i think it turned out pretty good!!! i hope everyone else enjoys it as well :)

lee!george, ler!sapnap, 1.7k words

enjoy!!

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“George. Planking contest, let’s go,” Sapnap said as he took a sip from his water bottle, his dry mouth grateful for the drink after his fruitful workout session with his friend. George looked up from his phone, switching the song they had on in the background and chuckling amusedly.

“What? No, not after we’ve already worked out.” George reasoned, taking a drink of his own water as well.

“C’mon, I’m hyped up still, just this one thing then we’re done.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“C’monnnnn,” Sapnap groaned, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “You just know you’re gonna lose.”

“Right now? Probably. My arms hurt.”

“George,” Sapnap said as he leaned against the wall, tilting his head at the other man. “Humor me.” George rolled his eyes and looked over at Sapnap, eyebrows raised, the other man staring back at him expectantly. Sapnap knew he would never pass up an opportunity to prove him wrong. He let out a labored sigh, shaking his head in fond disagreement.

“Fine. But I’m gonna destroy you,” George taunted, placing his phone and his water on the table and turning around as Sapnap excitedly jumped into position at his words.

“Bring it on, cutie,” Sapnap teased back, both of them kneeling on the ground next to each other, ready to begin. They both placed one hand on the ground, George taking one last moment to straighten up the sleeve of his shirt and his messy, slightly sweaty hair from his workout, before letting out another soft sigh and nodding to Sapnap to let him know he was ready. “Okay, three, two, one, go!” Sapnap counted, and the challenge had begun.

It started off uneventful, the room relatively quiet apart from the music they had playing and occasional soft breaths or throat clearing noises from either of them, and it stayed that way for a little over a minute.

Then George got bored.

His elbows were starting to hurt, and his hips were sore from the exercises he’d done, and while it wasn’t enough to make him drop his plank just yet, it was definitely uncomfortable, and sitting in the same position with only that soreness to focus on was definitely not his idea of a good time.

So, he created his own entertainment.

He pushed himself up slightly more, arms straighter, and then leaned onto his left arm so he could pick up his right arm. He ran his hand through his hair again, testing the waters, seeing how long one arm could hold him up and finding that he was shockingly sturdy enough to keep up with it.

Which is exactly what he needed, so he could reach over and poke Sapnap right in the side.

“George,” Sapnap warned, voice stern, not reacting to the poke yet. Another came soon after, at the bottom of his ribs this time, and he couldn’t stop the small flinch it caused. “George.”

“What?” George asked innocently, but there was a smile evident in his words. He poked again, closer to the top of his ribs now, and he let out a chuckle as he watched Sapnap’s arm flinch where it held him up. “Uh oh. Seems like you’re getting weaker.”

“If you do that again you’re gonna be sorry.” His voice stayed sharp, and George bit back a smile as he steadied himself again. “I'm being courteous by warning you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” George kept up his innocent act, and delivered another poke to the spot right above Sapnap’s hip.

Whatever came next was a complete blur, happening so quickly George was genuinely convinced it might’ve given him whiplash from how dizzy he was.

“That’s it!” Sapnap practically growled, sounding downright predatory, and he grabbed George’s wrist and yanked him towards him, immediately throwing his arm around George’s waist and yanking him in his direction.

“OH– shit!” George yelled, and then he was on his back, wrists pinned next to his head by a firm, unrelenting grip and unable to squirm away as Sapnap straddled his thighs. “Wh– Sapnap! Get off me!”

“I fucking warned you, Georgie, this is nobody’s fault but your own.” Sapnap shifted George’s wrists, sliding them up above his head and crossing them over each other so he could hold them down with one hand instead, ignoring George’s loud protests the entire time.

“NO! Noho, no, let– let GO OF ME!” George fought, giggles already building up in his chest, pulling at his arms and kicking his legs out behind Sapnap. Suddenly, Sapnap dug his fingers into George’s ribcage, targeting the spot right in between them and spreading his fingers out as much as he could, covering as much surface area as possible. George gasped, his entire body straining as his back arched and he broke into loud, surprised laughter. “NAHAHA, whahaha–?! SAHAHAPNAHAP!”

“Yes?”

“STOHOHOP!”

“Nah, you deserve this,” Sapnap said nonchalantly, trailing his cruel fingers over to one side of George’s ribs instead, digging in all along the bones, making George scream and squirm around like his life depended on it.

“NOHOHO, PLEHEHEASE–“ George yelled, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back. He kicked his feet against the floor, the heels of his sneakers sliding against the rubber padding, the soreness in his body hitting him hard and rendering him weak as he attempted to free his arms and hips. “AH– I CAHAN’T, SAHAHAPNAP!”

“Boohoo, crybaby, you’re fine,” Sapnap teased with a pinch to his hip, making him squeak and giggle and try to buck his hips up. Sapnap giggled along with him, slipping his hand under George’s shirt to scratch at his tummy for a few seconds. George immediately broke out into soft laughter, his breathing becoming hiccupy when he couldn’t stop giggling long enough to take any air in. His face was flushed, only growing redder as he tried to hide in his arm, and Sapnap couldn’t help but coo at him. “Well, aren’t you just adorable?”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup–“ George grumbled, clearly embarrassed, and Sapnap decided to put him out of his misery and move on.

Instead, Sapnap pulled his hand out from under George’s shirt and immediately dug into his underarm, making George scream at the sudden switch and then burst into loud, hysterical laughter.

“NAHAHA, FUHUHUCK–“ George yelled, twisting his torso however he could, yelling desperately at his arms and kicking so hard that his knees hit Sapnap’s back every so often. Sapnap chuckled at his reaction, letting go of George’s wrists in favor of using both hands to attack his underarms, making George squeal again, immediately reaching down to grab at Sapnap’s wrists, though he was unsuccessful in his attempts to pull him away. “PLEHEHEHEASE, PLEASE PLEHEASE PLEASE, STOHOP– AH, STOHOHOP!”

“Are you gonna behave yourself?” Sapnap asked, and George was nodding frantically, answering before he even finished.

“YEHEHES, YES!” George pleaded, attempting to blink his teary eyes open but immediately squeezing them shut again, his nose scrunching as he laughed, fingers shaking as they held Sapnap's arms.

“Good. Say you’re sorry.”

“I’M SOHOHORRY! I’M SOHORRYHY!” George was practically begging, nodding in agreement again, as if that would somehow sway Sapnap’s opinion.

Sapnap would be lying if he said it wasn’t adorable, and he would also be lying if he said he didn’t want to keep George like that all day, laughing and breathless and thoughtless and helpless– especially since he knew damn well that George could take ten times the torture if he was in the right mood– but he took pity on the boy, knowing he was already worn out and tired and sore from the work they’d done in the gym that day. He pulled his hands back, resting them on George’s sides and rubbing his tummy with his thumbs softly, letting him catch his breath.

“Y’alright?” Sapnap asked, the subtle southern-ism in his tone making George smile through his leftover giggles.

“Mm– yeah…” George said between breaths, running a hand through his hair again before swiping them over his face, then letting his arms drop out to his sides. “That was so cruel.”

“You literally started it,” Sapnap pointed out, pushing himself to the side off of George’s hips and grabbing his water from the table for him.

“But I wasn’t gonna do that!”

“Shut up, you big baby, you know you loved it. And you know I could’ve done so much worse, so be grateful,” Sapnap scolded playfully, and George’s cheeks flushed once again at the accusation, a shy smile gracing his lips as he turned to the side. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, idiot, I see you blushing!”

“Shut uppppp!” George whined, hiding his face in his hands and curling into himself, both of them giggling at the situation.

“Alright, alright, I’m done. Here,” Sapnap patted George’s shoulder and motioned for him to sit up, handing him his water when he did so and sitting quietly while he took a well needed drink. “I’m fucking hungry, too, can we get food?”

“Bro nearly kills me and then just asks if we can get food.”

“Oh, yeah? I can do it again!” Sapnap teased, grabbing George around the waist and pulling him in, eliciting a scream from the older boy.

“NO! No, no, NO, fuck you!” George yelled, prying Sapnap’s arms off him and pushing himself away, his knees pulled up to his chest for protection. Both of them broke out laughing at that, and Sapnap just shook his head fondly.

“You’re so dumb,” He said with a smile, pulling out his phone and scooting closer to George, resting his head on George’s shoulder as he scrolled through the food options. The two of them made quiet conversation as they looked through the menus, cuddling close to each other as they did so, already inseparable, even after the events that had just unfolded.

The rest of the night was relatively calm– food was ordered, both boys were showered and in comfy pajamas, and they sat in the living room to eat with some random anime on TV.

That is, until Sapnap decided to try and steal a fry off George’s plate, and the house was alive with the sound of laughter once again, and George was able to get his revenge.

[gingerslapnotion]

what if i was an unstoppable force and you were an immovable object and we were both boys 😳

or, why you should vote for AOHINA in the @hqrarepairtournament!

if you want my shortest possible argument, it's right there in the title: the expectation-defying romance of the speediest, jumpiest, sunniest and smiliest Ultimate Decoy versus the stony-faced, silent, seemingly impassive Iron Wall of Date. don't you just love it? i sure do <3

but just because I see it doesn't mean you do. if everyone saw it, it wouldn't be a rarepair, would it?

for my second-shortest argument, see here. aohina is sugawara-approved!

and if that's still not enough to convince you, buckle up for the long, LONG argument

before the first karasuno vs datekou match, aone doesn't pay hinata much mind, and hinata is TERRIFIED of aone, as many are. but once the match begins...

well, aone sure notices hinata now.

if you ask me, this match would be where aone's feelings for hinata first began. here's the handshake page again for good measure:

aone makes the first move, acknowledging hinata as a worthy opponent. also, just look at aone's facial expressions? he looks nervous. it's so cute. i love him

we don't see aone again until the spring high, when he first runs into hinata - where else? - at the bathroom, when hinata is already trapped between iwaoi and ushijima.

aone clearly already sees hinata as an acquaintance worthy of greeting (and also does not care at all about the seijoh-shiratorizawa beef and i love him) and hinata... well, he's still easily startled, but once he's realized who it is, he bows back - and thus begins a beautiful tradition.

during karasuno's match against johzenji, aone becomes defensive of hinata to futakuchi -

and not only do his teammates recall the friendship he formed with hinata at the interhigh, they note that this is one of the few times they've ever heard him speak. and it's because of hinata.

and after karasuno wins against johzenji...

aone asks his teammates to go on ahead so he can wait outside the gym and issue a challenge... not to karasuno, not to asahi, but to hinata. and hinata challenges him back. AND AONE SMILES.

and then once aone has left, hinata starts blushing and shouting nonsense because he has gay ADHD. this would be where hinata's feelings began, i think. he feels singled out and special, and it gets him fired up. he can't wait to face aone again! (also note, hinata doesn't get startled by aone anymore after this point.)

...but alas, things don't go their way, thanks to seijoh.

and after datekou's loss, when kogane claims he'll train harder to be able stop any attackers, no matter how "big and strong" they are, aone tells him this:

like. cmon. you can't deny. this is pretty damn gay!

we don't see aone at all during karasuno's matches against seijoh or shiratorizawa, or during the ball boy arc (though i'm pretty sure koganegawa does mention at least once during the training camp that aone respects hinata :3c). but he makes his return for the karasuno vs datekou practice match!!

hinata is finally totally comfortable around aone off the court, no longer jumpy and nervous. this match is also where the sugawara seal of approval makes its appearance!

i guess you could argue this also counts as evidence for futakuchi/hinata, or koganegawa/hinata, but they're not in this tournament, are they.

and god, just LOOK at all these other panels:

epic gay staring contests, with a corresponding anime screenshot for good measure;

hinata chipping away at aone's shell the Iron Wall;

aone delivering an incredibly powerful serve and hinata reacting with a flush while the lighting in the panel singles him out (gay awakening much?)

AND THE FINAL BOW!! THE DRAMA! THE CINNAMON TOPOGRAPHY!

in a way this bow is aone's curtain call - iirc, this is his final interaction with hinata in canon. but that doesn't mean he's not still around - datekou keeps an eye on karasuno throughout their battles on the nationals stage.

just look at that gay little sparkle. (also please appreciate what a bitch futakuchi is. i love him so much)

at this point i've pretty much caught up to where the anime has left off and i don't wanna spoil anyone who hasn't read the manga, so i'll stop here and make an even longer version later but know this: aone will keep watching hinata til the very end.

the Unstoppable Force: Hinata Shouyou, the protagonist of Haikyuu. on his team the second-shortest, the speediest, the one whose jumps make you think of a bird taking flight. the smiliest, sunshiniest, sometimes the scariest. he's never going to stop reaching for the top of the world of volleyball, no matter how many times he stumbles. a monster in the making, a friend to all. The Ultimate Decoy.

the Immovable Object: Aone Takanobu. the keystone of Date Tech's volleyball team, renowned for their incredible blocking technique. an eyebrow-less, stony-faced, silent, impassive, brick shithouse of a 16-year-old boy. terrifying even to those players older than him, he prides himself on not letting a single spike through, and shattering the will of many of the greatest aces in the prefecture. The Iron Wall of Date.

a study in contrasts. two competitors, skills perfectly matched to counter each other, personalities in stark contrast, are able to build a friendship built upon mutual respect for each others' abilities.

and they were both boys 😳

[lythea-creation]

Expectations - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 4)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: nothing new rlly

word count: 1.014

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I woke up in Shams' bed, my girlfriend soundly asleep beside me. It was not anything unusual. Omar had carried me to her bed lots of times before when I had fallen asleep on the couch.

It took me a moment to remember yesterdays events and when I did my stomach was doing back-flips.

What was I supposed to do now? Would my dad come and search for me? How will he react? Will he force me to return home and isolate me even more? Make me switch schools to separate me from Shams and Omar?

Thousands of worst-case-scenarios were flooding my mind, but I gulped them down. It was not helpful anyway. I had to focus on how to solve this situation.

So I decided to get out of bed and take a shower, hoping to feel better after cleansing myself of the dirt yesterday.

Today was Wednesday, meaning we had to go to school. I had no idea what time it was, only that Shams' alarm clock had not rung yet.

I did not find my backpack when I returned to Shams' room. Therefore I blindly borrowed some of her clothes to leave as quickly as possible, hoping not to wake her up.

The clock in the living room was telling me that it was 4.26 am. A lot of time before school. Time to think and reconsider.

Right now I was missing my mom more than I had for a long time. How could you long for somebody you never got to know?

“Hey”, Shams uttered quietly.

I flinched slightly out of surprise. I had not heard her coming.

She sat down next to me, scanning me up and down as if she could read my mind simply by looking at me. Maybe she could somehow. After all she had known me for pretty much my whole life.

“He hurt you worse this time, didn't he?”, she inquired, a knowing glint in her eyes.

“He brought up mom”, I confessed.

He usually never did and Shams knew that. I barely knew anything about mom as he was shutting her away, keeping his memories of her out of my reach; my only chance to get to know her.

“What did he say?”, she wondered, observing me cautiously.

“Pretty much that he's glad she isn't alive to see how pathetic I am”, I mumbled.

Shams' hands immediately moved to hold mine. “You don't believe him, do you?”

I sighed. “I dunno”, I answered hesitantly. “I mean … I have no idea what kind of person she was.”

“I'm sure she would have loved you. How couldn't she? She was even willing to risk her life for you. Some grades wouldn't have bothered her, although your grades are incredible anyway”, she pointed out.

I sent her a small smile. She was probably right. I should not let my dad get into my head. Yet I could not quite help it.

“I don't wanna go to school”, I admitted. “I don't wanna pretend everything is fine anymore. I don't wanna stay away from you for my reputation.”

“Then don't”, she encouraged me. “You literally ran away from home. Do you think your reputation is such a big deal right now?”

“It feels like I'm daring him to ruin my life”, I remarked, resting my head on her shoulder.

I was feeling tired, rather exhausted. And it was the kind that no amount of sleep would be able to fix.

“Maybe you're worrying too much. Overthinking won't solve anything”, she considered.

I could not disagree with her. So I stayed silent instead.

“How about doing something fun before school starts? We got a bit of time to spare”, she stated and got us controllers to play video games.

How could I say no to that, especially with the challenging expression my girlfriend was wearing.

We only made it to school in time because Omar showed up in the living room. The game had done a better job at distracting me than I had expected and Shams was contributing greatly to it. She was even able to improve my mood during the bike ride to school.

But as soon as she stopped at our usual spot to drop me off, the bubble popped.

“Go on! I don't wanna get off yet. I need you by my side today and I don't care what the others will do about it”, I declared.

Her grin strengthened me in my decision.

“Alright then”, she agreed enthusiastically and continued the way.

Saying that we got a lot of weird looks would be a huge understatement. Basically all eyes were on us, most of them appearing shocked.

“Did you see their faces?”, I asked Shams while she was putting her bicycle away.

I could barely contain my laughter and honestly I did not want to.

“Priceless”, she chimed in.

We walked to our classroom together, talking and laughing the whole way. And obviously enjoying the reactions to it.

“Since when are you talking to Shams?”, Tasneem wondered while I was settling on my seat. Hiba was closely behind her; of course.

“Hm, let me think”, I messed with her. “I'd say since I learned talking.”

Her dumbstruck face was absolutely worth any consequences.

“I don't get it”, she confessed.

“Shams is Omar's sister”, I revealed, watching as their faces lit up with realization.

“I had no idea”, Tasneem exclaimed.

“We're really close. So you're offending me every time you offend her”, I added.

Tasneem simply nodded and retreated back to her seat.

Shams and I quickly laughed at each other before focusing back on the lesson ahead.

Despite Shams' great job at cheering me up, I was anxious the whole time, waiting for my dad to show up.

But among all the scenarios I had pictured in my head I had never expected him to not show up at all. And somehow this was destroying me in a tauntingly painful way.

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You asked for it, you shall get it! I hope you like the chapter. Do you have any suggestions for the next chapters. I have honestly no clue what I'm doing with this story.

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