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verstappenverse · 2 months ago

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Max x reader who is rly stressed and overworked one day he comes home from a triple header and shes like doing her and hair and sobbing and he just completely comforts her and finishes her hair for her while whispering comforting words to her and being rly physical.

THIS IS LONG IK IM SORRY

When You Come Undone

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: Overwhelmed and unraveling, Max holds you together like it’s the easiest thing he’s ever done.

A/N: Thanks for your patience, hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

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You don’t even hear the door open.

You’re hunched over the bathroom sink, hairbrush tangled in your half-knotted mess of damp strands, mascara running in blotchy streaks down your face. The towel around your shoulders is half soaked, clinging to your neck. You’ve been trying to do your hair for the last hour. And failing. Miserably.

Your shoulders are shaking as another wave of sobs bubbles up your throat. You try to choke it down, sniff it away, keep yourself quiet but everything hurts.

Everything has just been too much lately.

Max wasn’t supposed to be back until the morning. You had counted on that, had planned to break down in peace tonight and clean yourself up before he could see any of it.

But suddenly, he’s there.

“Hey,” his voice is soft, confused, cautious. “Hey, baby… what—”

You flinch, spin around to face him like you’ve been caught doing something you shouldn’t. You hadn’t even heard his key in the door. He’s still got his suitcase in one hand and the tired look of a man who’s just done a triple-header in the other, but that all fades as soon as he sees your face.

His expression drops in an instant. “Oh, schatje.”

��No it’s fine,” you start to say, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “It’s stupid. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine.”

He drops the suitcase right where he stands and crosses the bathroom in three long strides, cupping your tear-soaked face in his hands. “Why didn’t you call me?”

You shake your head, your voice already cracking. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His jaw flexes, like that physically hurts to hear. “You could never bother me.”

Your breath stutters again as the tears keep falling, and Max pulls you into his chest without hesitation. Your arms come up around his waist as you bury yourself in his hoodie, soaking it instantly. His hand finds the back of your head, fingers weaving gently through your tangled hair, his other arm holding you firm against his body.

He smells like the plane and cologne, and something warm and familiar that makes everything feel just a little bit safer.

“I’m so tired,” you whisper into his chest. “I have so much to do, and I just… I couldn’t even do my hair.” You break out into soft, shallow sobs again.

He tilts his head down to kiss your temple, breath warm against your skin. “Then I’ll do it for you, liefje. You don’t have to do anything right now.”

You nod weakly against him, breathing him in like you’ll fall apart if you don’t.

He guides you gently to sit on the edge of the bed, disappearing for just a second to grab a comb, a soft brush, a tie. The kind of things he’s seen you use a thousand times.

When he comes back, he kneels in front of you, takes your towel and starts to softly dry your damp hair, curling his fingers into the ends to absorb the water. His touch is so careful, so intentional.

“I missed you,” you whisper, almost ashamed. “I really missed you this time.”

“I missed you more,” he murmurs, brushing through a particularly knotted section with patience only you get to see. “Every night I kept thinking how much I wanted to be here. Just here with you.”

He continues working through the tangles, slow and gentle, his fingers occasionally skimming your scalp, rubbing little circles into the back of your neck. It sends a warm shiver down your spine.

“I just feel like I’m failing at everything,” you say, blinking back more tears. “Like I’m doing a hundred things and none of them right.”

“You’re not failing,” Max says immediately, eyes flicking up to meet yours in the mirror. “You’re doing so much. Too much. And you’re still standing.”

You give a watery laugh. “Barely.”

“But you are.” He sets the brush down, his hand sliding along your jaw to turn your face toward him. “And now I’m home, so you don’t have to do it alone anymore, okay?”

You nod, your bottom lip trembling again. “Okay.”

Max gently gathers your hair, his fingers surprisingly skilled as he starts to loosely braid it. You reach for his free hand, and he laces your fingers together instantly, bringing the back of your hand to his lips.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you how bad it was,” you whisper.

Max leans in close, pressing his forehead to yours. “Don’t be sorry. Just let me take care of you now.”

His hands are on your face again, thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. He kisses your cheek. Then the corner of your mouth. Then your lips, soft and grounding.

You let him lead you by the hand, your body still heavy with exhaustion but feeling the first flicker of safety spark in your chest. Max pulls the duvet back and helps you climb into bed, tucking you in like you’re made of glass.

He disappears for only a moment just enough time to flick off the bathroom light and slip off his shoes and hoodie. When he comes back, he moves slowly, climbing in behind you, pulling your back to his chest with an ease that only comes from years of knowing each other’s rhythm.

His arms wrap around you like a blanket, locking you in, anchoring you in place. His legs tangle with yours. One hand spreads across your stomach, the other slips beneath your braid to rest on your collarbone, fingers curled loosely but protectively.

You let out a shaky breath. Your cheeks are still damp, but your body starts to relax for the first time in what feels like days.

“I don’t want to think anymore,” you whisper into the dark.

“Then don’t,” Max murmurs against your shoulder, kissing your skin softly. “You don’t have to think, just rest now. I’ve got you.”

Your hand finds his on your stomach, your thumb stroking gently over his knuckles.

“I love you,” you say, voice barely there.

He presses his lips to your hair. “I love you more. So much more than you know.”

“I know,” you whisper, “I really, really love you too.”

Max shifts, just enough so he can press another kiss to your cheek. Then your temple. Then your neck. “I hate being away from you,” he confesses, the words soft against your skin.

“You’re here now,” you murmur, nuzzling back into him, “and everything does feel better.”

A few quiet moments pass. His fingers trail along the curve of your arm, slow and soothing. And just as sleep begins to pull at you, the guilt creeps in.

“I didn’t even ask about your weekend,” you mumble, voice slurring slightly with exhaustion. “You had three back to back and I didn’t—I should’ve…”

Max gently shushes you, pulling you even closer.

“Stop that,” he whispers. “I’ll tell you everything in the morning, every corner, every lap, every stupid radio message if you want. But right now? I just want you to sleep. Let me take care of you.”

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering shut as his voice settles over you like a blanket.

“Good,” he says again, so softly. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

You stay quiet for a while, just listening to the sound of his breathing and the soft hum of his heartbeat behind you. His hand keeps moving up and down, calming, grounding, reminding you that he’s real and he’s here.

And when you start to drift, your mind heavy and fuzzy with sleep, Max’s voice slips through one last time, low and reverent.

“You’re not alone anymore,” he whispers. “Not while I’m alive to love you.”

And you believe him.

Because his arms feel like home.

And in them, you finally, finally rest.

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lazysoulwriter · 1 month ago

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something like hope. - pedro pascal.

requested! thank you for sending. // requests are open!

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You weren’t supposed to cry today.

It was just a rough morning. One of those where your chest felt heavy for no reason you could name, and even the smallest things made your throat tighten. You had hoped that seeing Pedro — his smile, his laugh, that way he always made you feel like the most important person in the room — would pull you out of it.

But it didn’t. Not right away, anyway.

“You okay?” Pedro’s voice was soft as he leaned against your doorframe, brows drawn together in gentle concern.

You tried to smile, but your lips barely moved. “Yeah. Just tired.”

He didn’t believe you. He never did when you lied like that.

Pedro stepped in without waiting for an invitation, walking straight into your little cocoon of blankets and throw pillows. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed beside you on the couch like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like you weren’t falling apart inside. Like he hadn’t just walked into a storm you couldn’t explain.

“You want me to leave?” he asked, voice quiet.

You shook your head immediately.

He nodded, like he’d already known the answer. “Okay.”

Neither of you spoke for a while. You just sat there, your knees drawn to your chest, and Pedro next to you with one arm resting behind your head on the couch. His presence was solid. Warm. Grounding. He didn’t try to make you talk. He just let you breathe.

Eventually, when you let out a small sigh, he looked at you again.

“You know you don’t have to pretend with me, right?” he said. “If you’re not okay, that’s fine. I’ll still be here.”

Your throat tightened again, but for a different reason. The kind that made your chest ache, not from sadness, but from something softer. Something scarier.

“I just feel… off,” you admitted. “Like everything’s too loud and too quiet at the same time. And I’m tired. Not sleep-tired, just… soul-tired.”

Pedro’s eyes softened in that way they only ever did with you. He shifted, reaching out — not to pull you in, but to gently tug the sleeve of your hoodie. Just that small gesture made your eyes sting again.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he murmured. “I wish I could make it better.”

“You do,” you whispered, finally looking at him. “You always do.”

Something flickered in his eyes then. A flash of something unspoken. You felt it like a jolt in your chest — the weight of everything the two of you never said.

He reached up slowly, brushing a thumb under your eye. “You’ve been crying.”

You nodded, barely.

Pedro didn’t speak. He just pulled you toward him, slow and careful like he thought you might break. And you let him. You leaned into his chest, letting his arms wrap around you, letting your body melt against his like it had always belonged there.

“Can I stay?” he asked, his voice close to your ear now, low and gentle.

“Please.”

You didn’t mean for it to happen, but your fingers curled into his shirt like you were afraid he’d disappear. Pedro held you tighter, resting his chin against your head.

“I don’t care what time it is, or where I’m supposed to be,” he whispered. “If you need me, I’m here. Always.”

You pulled back just slightly, enough to look up at him. And that’s when it happened — the shift. That stillness in the air, heavy with things unspoken.

Your faces were so close. Too close.

His eyes searched yours, and you knew — he was thinking about kissing you. You were thinking about it too. You both hovered in that space, breathless, not moving, but feeling everything.

Then the moment passed.

Pedro cleared his throat softly, blinking as he pulled back just enough to let the tension dissolve. But the air was different now. Warmer. Charged.

Neither of you said anything about it.

But when you leaned against him again, you felt his hand settle over yours. He didn’t let go for the rest of the afternoon.

And you didn’t stop thinking about that almost-kiss for the rest of the week.

Something had changed.

And deep down, you both knew — there was no going back.

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acmeangel · 4 months ago

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Regrets | One Shot

Postwar!Levi one shot. A bit angsty. SFW. Postwar!Levi struggles with feelings of guilt, regret, and self-worth, and he finally talks to you about it. Word Count: 1487 (I couldn't stop thinking about Levi dealing with the aftermath of everything, adjusting to his new physical state, and how he'd feel about having been responsible for the kids on Levi Squad.)

Levi has a hard time accepting help from you. You have to help him in little ways, ways that feel natural.

Some nights, you massage his hand where the fingers are missing because you can tell by the tension in his forehead that it's bothering him. When you're reading together, you always sit on his left side, where he can see you better. You subtly place things -- teacups, books, pens, his folded piles of clothes -- within his reach from his wheelchair.

He'd never ask you directly to do any of this.

God, no.

He considers it a miracle that you'd settled for him in the first place - and a fragile one, at that. To him, your relationship is a house of cards. If he makes one unpredictable movement, says one shitty comment that came out wrong, places one more burden on you, it'll fall apart in his hands.

To him, he's no better than an ugly, battered stray dog with a bad history of biting. And he wants, so badly, to be good, for you.

He thinks you're attached to him by a fraying thread that could break from a breeze; you know his soul, his heart are stitched onto yours.

So, you help him.

And when he talks about it all, which is rare, you listen.

The first time you made him dinner, he ate all of the sides, then pushed the meat around with his fork for a while, before saying he'd lost his appetite.

Later, without looking at you, he told you, "One of the kids. From before. She was obsessed with food. It was disgusting, the only thing she ever talked about. Her last damn word was 'meat'. Fucking ridiculous." He took a long pause, then added, "I didn't even hear it, though. I... was in the other room."

He's never brought it up again.

Another time, he came home, muttering about how Gabi said something that sounded like something Eren would say. You lost track of how long he sat by the window, looking into his teacup that night.

You've seen him interact with Gabi and Falco a few times before. You see the wheels turn in his head before he says anything to them, as if he has to triple-check his words.

That, so far, was the only other time he's mentioned any of those kids.

He's told you about his other fallen friends and comrades before -- not in too much detail, but enough. But, those were adults. This is different.

When it came to that group of kids, he barely said a word. Really, you only knew their names, and the papers were partially to blame for that.

You wish, more than anything, that he'd open up to you. You know that he tries.

You're at home, now, and you hear the front door open and close. Your eyes fixate on the doorway to the living room, where he'd always appear. Normally, he'd go to you, place a bag from the bakery in your lap (he'd tell you some excuse about it being on the way home, but really, he just liked how those stupidly fancy pastries made you stupidly happy). Normally, he'd hold your hand and listen to your stories from the day -- things that made you laugh, complaints, the book you're reading. Normally, he'd make small comments as you talked, or scoff, or grunt in agreement. Sometimes, he'd even laugh, briefly.

But this time, he doesn't appear in the doorway. You rise from the couch and make your way down the hall, the warm glow of the bathroom light from under the door catching your eye. You stop outside the door and listen, to make sure he's okay, but you hear nothing.

You stand there for a while, until you hear a soft "Fuck."

You knock on the door, lightly. "Levi, you okay?" Your eyes sear into the door, as if your gaze alone is enough to open it, for him to let you in.

"Yeah, fine." His voice is rough, low. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Can I come in?"

The question hangs in the air for a small eternity.

A long sigh. "Okay."

You open the bathroom door. The abandoned wheelchair catches your gaze first. Then you see him, standing - standing - at the sink, clutching onto the edge of it, knuckles burning white with unyielding determination that borders on desperation. The muscles in his arms look like ropes. His head is tilted downward; he feels like that dog.

"Levi." It's the only word you can say.

"I know," he says, teeth gritted, and he can't meet your eye. To him, he doesn't deserve to see whatever sympathy is in your gaze - it'd only be wasted.

"Come here." Your voice is soft, gentle, and you stretch your arms out to him. It takes a long moment, but he finally accepts. His hands grab onto your arms as you help lower him back into his wheelchair. You kneel next to him, you take his hand in yours.

"Levi," you say, your voice urging him to look at you, "Talk to me. What's going on? You know you can't stand like that..."

He looks at you, finally, and though his expression gives away nothing, you can sense the despair, hidden away in the corners of his eyes.

"I can't do anything, Y/N," he says. "I couldn't do anything then, I can't do anything now. I can't even take a shit without almost falling first."

Your grip on his hand tightens. Your thumb traces circles on his wrist, and you can feel his heart racing.

"Did something happen today?"

"No. Yes. Fucking hell." He takes a breath. "Gabi asked me something today. I don't remember what. Doesn't matter. But, I don't know where she got the idea that I'm someone to go to for advice. Maybe I'm just being an asshole about it."

"Levi," you try to soothe him. "Whatever it was, she asked you because she trusts you. She knows you, she was there with you through... a lot. And, even aside from that... you have so much to offer. You might not see it, but you help me all the time."

"Offer?" The word barely makes a sound. "You know what was one of the first pieces of advice I ever gave Eren? I told the little bastard to make the decisions he wanted, whether it meant betting on his own strength or trusting the rest of us. I told him to do whatever he wanted, as long as it'd make him have no regrets."

"Is that what this is all about?" Your free hand finds his knee, a gentle pressure. His eyes look into yours, pleading, as if they're the only things keeping him anchored.

"God." He whispers, his voice more strained than you've ever heard. He breathes in sharply, a slight tremor to his breath. You see the veins in his neck strain. "What the hell were they thinking? Putting me in charge of those kids, as if I had any right to be, what, some sort of moral compass? Me? All I did is let them get blood on their hands. I didn't even try to stop them. And now I can't take my own shitty advice."

Your eyes remain locked into his; if he's the ship in a storm, you'll be the sails.

"You did the best you could," you whisper, so delicately, as if the air surrounding you both could shatter. "And I know you don't want to hear that. But, it's the truth. And your advice wasn't shitty, it was realistic. All of you were faced with impossible odds, and you did the best with what little you had. There wasn't an outcome where everyone would've made it, unscathed. I know you know that. And I know that none of those kids regret having you as their Captain."

His jaw clenches so hard you see it in his temples. He pulls you closer, with an urgency you've never seen from him before. Really, you've never seen any of this from him before.

His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, where it fits perfectly. It always has.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" His words are muffled against your skin. But before you can answer, he cries. He cries. Not hard, not even with sound. But you feel the hot tears press against the skin of your neck; you feel, for a moment, as if it could leave a permanent mark, somehow.

"Nothing, Levi," you whisper, your hand stroking the back of his hair, your other arm wrapped around his back. "You're only human. And I'll do my best to prove that to you. I'll be gentle with you, even when you don't think you deserve it. Especially then."

Human. Distinctly, not a dog. Not a tool. Not a weapon.

"I have so many regrets, Y/N. But you'll never be one of them. I'm sure of that."

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scoupsakakitty · 4 months ago

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hiii can u do ot13 seventeen x reader angst where reader is just FULL ON crashing out bcs things arent going her way? like the whole package (crying, frustrated, yelling) stuffs like tht. thank u sm if u do it !! im looking forward <333

Out of Reach | Seventeen x 14th Member | angst

When Jeonghan opened the door, he was struck first by the overwhelming silence. Then the mess. Scattered papers, half-eaten meals, and clothes tossed carelessly over furniture created a chaotic backdrop. But what hit him hardest was Y/N herself sitting on the floor, knees drawn to her chest, her head buried in trembling hands.

It was the sound of her muffled sobs that froze him. This wasn’t the Y/N they knew, the one who always smiled even when life hit hard. This was someone breaking, piece by piece.

“Y/N?” he called, his voice soft but laced with urgency.

Her head shot up, eyes red and swollen. There was something wild in her gaze, as if she hadn’t slept for days. “What are you doing here?” Her voice cracked, raw and defensive.

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Joshua explained from behind Jeonghan, stepping into the room cautiously. He gestured to the cracked phone lying on the table. “We got worried.”

“You shouldn’t have come,” she snapped, wiping her face aggressively with the sleeve of her hoodie. “I’m fine. I don’t need this.”

Seungkwan stepped forward, frowning. “Y/N, look at yourself. This isn’t fine. Your hands are shaking—”

“Of course they’re shaking!” she shouted, her voice suddenly loud and sharp. Her hands flew into the air in frustration. “Everything’s falling apart! I’m drowning, and you’re all just here, acting like showing up will magically fix everything!”

The outburst stunned them into silence. Even Seungcheol, who had been prepared to say something comforting, froze at her tone.

“I can’t—I can’t do this anymore!” she yelled, standing abruptly. Her voice cracked under the strain of emotion, and her chest heaved as if she was struggling to breathe. “Do you even know how hard it’s been? Work’s a disaster; I can’t keep up. My family keeps calling, telling me I’m wasting my life. And Yeonjun—”

The name hung in the air like a knife.

“Yeonjun left, and he—he doesn’t care! He moved on so easily, and I’m just—” Her voice broke, tears spilling over again as she gripped her hair tightly. “I’m still stuck here, like an idiot, wondering what I did wrong!”

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed back onto the floor, her cries ripping through the room. It was the kind of heartbreak they could feel in their own chests—raw, gut-wrenching, and uncontrollable.

“Y/N…” Mingyu stepped forward cautiously, crouching down next to her. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes people just—”

“Don’t say that!” she interrupted, glaring at him through her tears. “Don’t tell me it’s not my fault when it feels like it is! He told me he loved me, Mingyu! He promised, and then he just… he left!”

Her words echoed in the room, heavy and cutting. She buried her face in her hands again, sobs wracking her body.

“It’s not fair,” she whimpered. “I gave him everything, and now he’s fine, and I’m—I’m a mess. I can’t even look at myself without feeling like I wasn’t good enough for him. For anyone.”

Seungcheol, no longer able to hold back, knelt beside her. He didn’t say anything at first, simply pulling her into a firm hug. She resisted, weakly pushing at his chest, but eventually, she broke, collapsing into him completely.

“You’re allowed to feel this way,” he murmured, his hand gently running over her back as she sobbed into his shoulder. “You’re allowed to scream and cry and hate the world right now. But don’t ever say you’re not good enough. Not for him, not for anyone.”

Jeonghan crouched nearby, his voice soft but steady. “You gave him your heart, Y/N. It’s not your fault that he didn’t know how to take care of it.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she choked out. “He’s gone, and I’m still here, and I don’t know how to move on. Nothing feels right anymore. Nothing works.”

“Then let us help you,” Joshua said, his voice steady. He sat cross-legged in front of her, his hands resting on his knees. “We can’t erase what happened, but we can be here for you. You don’t have to do this alone.”

“But I don’t know how to let go,” she whispered, her voice breaking again. “It hurts so much, and I don’t know how to make it stop.”

“You don’t have to let go all at once,” Minghao said gently. “Healing doesn’t happen overnight. It’s okay to take it one step at a time, even if those steps are small.”

“Start with this,” Seungkwan added, motioning to the mess around the apartment. “Let us help you clean up. It’s not much, but it’ll make you feel just a little lighter.”

“I can’t—”

“You can,” Seokmin interrupted, his tone gentle but insistent. “We’ll do it together.”

With a shaky breath, she nodded, though her tears didn’t stop. They all moved into action Mingyu and Jun clearing the trash, Dino folding her discarded clothes, and Vernon quietly taking out the recycling. Jihoon handed her a fresh set of tissues while Joshua placed a warm mug of tea in her hands.

When the space began to look more like a home again, Y/N’s sobs had softened to quiet sniffles. She sat on the couch now, wrapped in the blanket Minghao had brought her, her tear-streaked face buried in the crook of her elbow.

“It’s not fixed,” she said quietly, her voice raw. “I still feel so broken.”

“We’re not here to fix you,” Seungcheol said, sitting beside her. “We’re here to remind you that even when you feel like everything’s falling apart, you’re not alone. You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

Jeonghan smiled softly. “We’ll carry it with you, as long as you need us to.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N let herself believe them. She still hurt, and the pieces of her heart still felt scattered, but as she looked at the thirteen faces surrounding her, she realized she wasn’t alone.

Maybe healing wouldn’t happen overnight. Maybe she’d have more nights like this, where everything felt too heavy to bear. But she wouldn’t face them alone not when she had them.

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revelboo · 6 months ago

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Oh my god, I physically NEED a B-127 fated mates fics. He’s so much of a lovable dork, my heart can’t!

I caved… y’all can have the excited, yappy puppy. 18+ 🌶️

The Coma Kid

TFO B-127 x Reader

• Tires humming on asphalt, there’s a faint anxiety humming in the back of his processor that’s there wherever he’s under the open sky. A lingering unease that he can’t shake no matter how long it’s been since he left sublevel fifty. Since he left Cybertron. And like he always does when he’s nervous, he talks. Even if it’s just to himself, because he can’t admit to Optimus or anyone else that he’s afraid, can’t even put it into words just to himself. That wide open spaces make him feel so small. So lonely. “This is fine. Totally fine. Absolutely okay,” he says, the sound of his own voice a comfort as it shatters the silence. Because if he says it enough, it must be true. Convincing himself. “I’m okay.” Even if he’s not, he can still smile and keep saying it until he believes it.

• Hair sticking to your nape with sweat, you lean against the rake and work the knots out of your back. Listening to a squirrel fussing from one of the nearby trees, and the peace and quiet is a nice change from the city. Everything feels slower here, more laid back. No stress. No traffic. There’s a faint prickling through you as you stand there that’s almost like that electric taste of lightning on the horizon, a breathless anticipation that whispers a storm is coming even though there’s not a cloud in the sky. That draws your attention to the road.

• Speeding along empty roads, patrolling for Decepticons, he realizes he’s slowing even though he hadn’t meant to. There’s a spark deep ache inside him, pulling at him and he follows it without thinking. Because it echoes through him like a memory. Something familiar. Like the first time he’d met Orion and D-16. Before everything has gone so wrong, when for a short time he’d not been alone. He’d had friends and everything had been perfect for the first time ever. “Where are you?” He mutters and then he spots one of the little organic natives to this world. Little, fragile things. He’s seen them before, but Optimus has forbidden all of them from interacting with them. “I can feel you. Are you calling me?” And he’s transforming without meaning to, seeing you turn toward him, your wide eyes meeting his optics. “Can you feel that? You can, right?”

• Rake falling from your shocked fingers as the car passing by comes apart. Becomes a giant, yellow robot and strides towards you across the lawn, hands outstretched. Hear it talking as it comes at you, reaching for you. A strange feeling of familiarity running through you as you stare at it, that sense snaring you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Those big hands are almost on you when you snap out of that warm haze paralyzing you, because that lulling sense that this is okay is a trap. As soon as you break free of it, you scream and run.

• “Wait-wait.” Lunging, suddenly desperate to catch you, to not lose that sense of belonging, he swipes at your much smaller form. “I said I won’t hurt you! I promise!” You’re fast and he dives, a servo snagging your leg and you go sprawling. Allowing him to drag you back to him by a leg even as you start kicking at his hands with the other. “Stop, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.” Looming over you, he picks you up and nearly drops you when you try to throw yourself out of his hands. Curling forward around you, feeling the frantic beat of your heart and that sense of home and belonging singing through him as he cages you in his servos. Doesn’t understand what this is, only that he’s never going to be alone again. Never letting go, no matter what. “We’re okay now.” Servos pressing you close to him even as you struggle.

#transformers x reader #transformers one b127 #b 127 x reader

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noorpersona · 20 days ago

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Favourite Postions: Kyotani (Mad Dog)

It’s not romantic.

Not soft.

Not the kind of thing you read about in books or whisper under moonlight. That’s never been his style. He doesn’t know what to do with delicate. Doesn’t trust the way it trembles in his hands.

But this? You—half-dressed and breathless, bent over the edge of his kitchen counter? That, he understands.

You’re on your toes, hands pressed flat to the cool marble, back curved just right—the shape of you etched into his fucking skull. He could draw it in his sleep. He dreams in the sounds you make when he pulls your hips back, the way your body jerks with every thrust like it’s wired to his own.

He doesn’t say much. Never has. His words come out in grunts, growls, the rough slap of skin meeting skin. But if he did speak, it’d be something filthy. Something true.

You were made for this.

His hands are gripping your hips so tight his knuckles are white, fingers bruising into your skin because he can’t help it. Because when you're moaning into the countertop, head down, begging without even using words—he loses every last bit of control. He needs to hear it. Needs to see the way your thighs tremble and your breath hiccups and your voice cracks when he hits that spot, again, again, just to see how long it takes until you’re shaking.

He watches your back arch. Watches your fingers claw at the edge of the counter. Watches your mouth fall open when he pulls out just far enough to make you whine and slams back in harder, teeth gritted, forehead slick with sweat.

You always take it so good. Too good. Like you want to be ruined by him.

And fuck if that doesn’t make his brain go static.

Sometimes, he bites.

Okay—a lot of the time.

Your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your spine—he leaves marks where no one else can see, but he knows they’re there. And you do too. Every bruise is a reminder. A signature. His. And no one else’s.

“Mine,” he says, voice low and rough, more growl than word. You nod, half-gone already, and that’s not enough.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasp, all wrecked and breathless and perfect.

He groans like it hurts. Like it breaks something in him.

And then it happens.

You clamp down around him, a sudden, high-pitched cry leaving your throat like it caught you by surprise. You shudder, full-body, like your nerves short-circuited—hands scrambling, thighs locking around nothing as your orgasm crashes into you so hard it’s almost violent.

He freezes.

Just for a second.

Because something about the way you shake isn’t just pleasure—it’s raw. Guttural. Almost like you’re crying. Like something inside snapped loose and let everything spill out at once.

“Hey,” he mutters, voice still rough, but quieter now, buried in your hair as he slows, just slightly. "You good?"

You nod too fast. Too many times.

“‘M fine,” you whisper, breath hitching. "It just... surprised me."

You’re still trembling under him, and he can feel the way your pulse is racing. He leans over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder as he steadies his grip and moves again—but this time, slower. Controlled. Still deep. Still rough. But different.

Measured.

Because Kyōtani’s not good at talking, but he can listen. And he knows you. Knows what panic sounds like under pleasure. Knows the difference between a scream and a sob.

So he gives you something steady to hold onto. Gives you his breath against your skin, his hand tangled with yours now instead of holding you down.

He bites your shoulder one more time—gentle this time. Just enough to remind you he’s there. That he’s with you.

Because if you trust him to take you apart, then he’ll make sure you don’t fall all the way through.

There’s nothing in the world like this. Like you, bent over and begging, taking everything he gives without flinching. Trusting him, even when he’s rough. Even when he’s mean.

Especially then.

You’re the only thing that makes him feel like maybe he’s not a monster.

But right now? He still fucks you like one.

But if you fall, he’ll catch you—teeth, hands, bruises and all.

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kurokawaia · 2 months ago

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ANGST HEADCANNONS 彡 Killua Zoldyck

WARNINGS :: killua x fem reader, implied fem!reader, emotional distance, self-sabotage, and fear of abandonment, nightmares, insomnia, and suppressed emotions, guilt, self-blame, overprotecting, violence, injury, and mental strain + more HEAD CANNONS. total wc :: 500~

• Killua struggles with the idea of deserving love :( If he ever feels like he’s putting you in danger, he’ll distance himself without explaining.

• His eyes. I repeat. His eyes. When he's on a mission you will not be able to tell what he is thinking but the moment he is with you, you can easily see what he is thinking behind his eyes because he becomes expressive around you.

• Killua doesn’t sleep well, and when he does, he often dreams about losing you, whether it's his family hurting you, or you walking away because he isn’t good enough. He wakes up in a cold sweat, gripping the sheets, only to check if you're still there.

• Whenever things feel too perfect between you, there’s a part of Killua that expects it to fall apart. He might unconsciously pick fights or act indifferent, as if testing whether you'll stay. Deep down, he wants you to, but he’s afraid of the answer.

• If you ever get caught up in danger because of him, he’ll blame himself entirely. He might even tell you to leave him for your own safety, even if it breaks him inside. "You’d be better off without me."

• Killua struggles with apologising out loud, but he hates making you upset. If he hurts you with his words, he’ll show up later with your favorite snack, awkwardly handing it to you with his head down. "I… I didn’t mean what I said."

• He won’t let anything happen to you, but sometimes his protectiveness becomes suffocating. He gets frustrated when you put yourself at risk, even for small things. "Don’t be reckless. I can’t lose you too."

• Killua isn’t great at expressing his feelings. If he’s hurting, he’ll pretend everything is fine. But if you gently push him enough, he might quietly admit, "I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be… normal."

• He acts like he doesn’t care, but the fear of you leaving terrifies him. If you ever walk away during an argument, he’ll act stubborn for a while, but the second he realizes you might not come back, he’s running after you.

• When things are bad, Killua reminds himself of the good. The way you laugh, the way you ruffle his hair, the way you hold his hand without fear. He holds onto those small moments because they prove he can be loved.

• It takes a lot for Killua to cry, but if the weight of everything ever becomes too much, and you’re there, he might just crack. His walls crumble as he buries his face into your shoulder, whispering, "I'm so tired."

• If there ever comes a time when he’s genuinely happy with you, he’ll have a brief moment of panic. He’s been conditioned to believe that happiness never lasts, and sometimes, he wonders if he should let go before it gets taken from him.

• If someone ever hurts you to get to him, it destroys him. He’ll take down the threat in an instant, but after that, he’s consumed by guilt. He’ll sit beside you, gripping your hand tightly, whispering "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."

• If you ever decide you can’t stay, Killua won’t stop you. He’ll watch you walk away with clenched fists, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from calling out to you. Later, he’ll stare at the spot where you last stood, whispering to himself, "I knew it."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

#killua x reader #killua x you #killua angst #hxh x reader #hxh x you #hxh angst #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x you #killua zoldyck x reader #killua zoldyck angst #x reader

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rhadamanthes · 1 year ago

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Mr.Policeman. Sukuna x reader

word count : 1,7 k words

warnings : officer!sukuna, fem reader, slight yandere reader, handcuff, finger sucking, rough sex, mention of baby trapping, creampie.

author's notes : this was inspired after watching a killer's paradox on netflix, i wanted to fuck that detective so bad... enjoy

Crushing the butt of his cigarette on the floor, Sukuna takes a deep breath before entering your apartment. Another call from you, urging him to come during his shift. You entered his life a few months ago, crying at the police station for a stolen purse. You gave an extensive description of the overpriced bag, and everything that was in it. When he found the culprit a few days later you came running to him, hugging him, thanking him over and over.

He made the mistake of calling you with his personal number. Ever since, there was not a single day where you haven't solicited him. A spider on the wall ? you call him. A sprained ankle? you call him. Can't find your keys ? another call. Every single time he denied you, you would come crying at the station refusing to talk to anyone but him. Sometimes he wonders if you have any self respect.

Earlier today he recieve a call from you, you sounded really panicked this time, you told him to come over without further reason. He did, when he enters your place, you don't come rushing to him like usual. Something off, he calls your name, A muffled voice comes from your room. Following the sound, he can't believe what he sees with his own eyes. You're laying on your bed, wearing a lacy nightgown as well as a robe. Your hands are tied up to the steel frame of your bed and you're gagged. What the hell happened this time? He sighs walking to you. Taking a seat on the bed he notices the fear in your eyes. Shit it's for real this time.

"What happened ? are you ok ?" he inquires, freeing your mouth.

"I'm fine Just a bit shocked, untie my wrists please it hurts" you quietly speak.

Sukuna feels bad, something happened to you and he was reluctant just at the thought of seeing you again. Once you're free, he encourages you to tell him what happened. Grabbing the notepad on the side of his uniform he's ready to take your testimony.

"I have a stalker, he was inside when I got there."

Writing down all the information as you speak, things don't add up. How could you call him? You were gagged when he got here but he heard you loud and clear on the phone. Closing the notebook he stares at you. This is the problem, he thinks, he never knows how to deal with you, what is true what isn't ? You look at him curiously when you notice he's not writing anymore.

"How could you call me if your wrists and mouth were restrained ?" he starts in a calm voice.

"I-i don't know i don't remember... I did what I can '' you stutters, the tears threaten to fall from your eyes, as you sob on his shoulder holding him tight.

Shit he is definitely acting like an ass today. He still can' shake the gut feeling he has, this added up to all your interaction since he knows you can't be a coincidence. You have a crush on him, worse an obsession could this be one of your schemes ? He needs to be sure. Separating your bodies, Sukuna holds you by your shoulder planting a sweet kiss on your lips, he waits a few moments but you don't deepen the kiss. When he breaks the contact , your brows are slightly furrowed. Could he be mistaken ?

"Officer, I'm not sure what you're doing" your sweet voice reach his ears, as you run your hands up his arms, squeezing his muscles.

You little vixen, this is all you desire. He should have known from the second he laid eyes on your stupid pink nightgown.

"You're not ?" he asks, locking his hand in your hair.

You shake your head left to right, looking at him through your lashes. He's going to ruin you, he doesn't want to be gentle. You made him lose so much time and sanity over the past few months. At the same time he also want to feed in your delusion, be sweet with you like the hero you see in him, to fuck you sensually as he saved you once again.

"Be kind to me officer, i'm still a bit shaken" you purr laying back on the bed.

"I have a name sweetheart, say it" he decided to play your game today.

"Sukuna, please make me feel good." Your voice is itching his brain the right way, maybe he should have folded way before today. You look particularly desirable in your little silk underwear.

"Should I use this?" he says, grabbing the cuffs you were previously tied with.

"Hmm I'd prefer if you used yours." you say tracing the police badge on his firm torso

"As you wish" he undresses you revealing your naked body under the gown. Of course you didn't bother wearing anything underneath. He huffs through his nose, you're endearing in your own way that's for sure. He taps your hips telling you to turn around. You dramatically hiss at the impact.

"Come on now" he scoffs

"But i want to see your face please" you beg, grabbing on his shoulders tightly.

"So demanding, is it because you're still scared? I'm here now, nothing will happen to you" he coos stradling your body.

Your lips met his, Sukuna let you lead, you take your time, exploring his mouth with your tongue. The kiss is so sweet you might actually make him rot. Feeling your hands fidgeting with his hips he grabs it as a reflex, breaking the kiss. His patrol cuffs are in your hands.

"Why don't you tie us together" you bat your eyelashes and Sukuna really thinks he went mad resisting you for so long.

Taking the cuff from your hand he clicks it on your left wrist, you do the same for his right one. A soft giggle escapes your lips once you're linked to each other, you're looking at him with pure lust now. He wants you too, can't wait to feel your warm pussy around him. He quickly kicks off his boots and gets rid of his trousers. He's about to take off his cap when you stop him.

"It's hot, keep it on Sukuna please" the way his name rolls off your tongue makes him feel like a brand new man. You're so salacious.

Granting you your wish he brings his cuffed hand to your lips, dipping two of his fingers in your mouth. You happily suck them in, never breaking eye contact. Your tied hand is wrapped around his wrist, keeping him in place. Once Sukuna feels they're wet enough he brings them to your pussy, rubbing your clit a few times before he curls them inside your wet walls. Your moans fill the room and he can't help but groan at the feeling.

"You don't even need it, you're so soaked" he gritts through his teeth, watching his fingers coated with your arousal, mixing with your saliva.

Jerking his cock he enters your pussy hungrily in one go. You both moan at the sensation. God you're everything he thought you would be, your pussy is squeezing in a delicious manner while you're splayed on your back eyes closed, mouth open. Sukuna starts with a slow pace until you beg him to go faster.

"You're such a brave girl taking it all like that" he grunts, snapping his hips harder against yours.

"You're proud of me ?" you mumble, scratching his back with your free hand.

"So proud" he can't keep his eyes off your breast as they bounce under each of his powerful thrust.

The more he ruts into you, the louder you get, he's intoxicated looking at his cock going in and out of your sopping cunt. It pussy hugs him perfectly and judging by the way you're moaning he can tell you feel good too.

Sukuna never considered himself a greedy person but for you he might just become one, lifting your legs up on his shoulders, he thrusts deeper in your cunt. As a reaction, you immediately sink your nails deeper in the skin of his back.

"Oh my god i feel you in my toes" you cry, the tingling sensation on your soles making you drunk on the feeling.

"Yeah?"

You can only hum in response, air taken out of your lungs. The bedroom sounds like a mess, your excitement makes wet noises under his powerful thrust. Sukuna moans at the way your cunt wraps perfectly around him. The bed is creaking under both your weights. You've been dreaming about this for so long you can quickly feel yourself reaching your high, you wish your every desire to be fulfilled.

"Sukuna cum inside me please" you beg searching for his ruby eyes.

Looking down at you he feels his stomach churn. You look so desirable right now, of course he wants to fill your pussy and watch his semen leak out of you, but you're so shifty could you trap him with a kid ? Feeling his hesitation you usher him closer, begging in his ear one more time.

His resolution easily dies down as your saccharine voice fills his brain.

"Shit, i'm going to fill you up" he grunts, pushing your gummy walls again and again to satisfy the both of you.

With one last thrust, the police officer makes you the happiest woman on earth, tainting your insides with his seed as your pussy squeezes him impossibly tighter with sweet release. His sweating body rests on top of yours as he slowly regains his breath. After a moment, he rolls on the side staring at the ceiling, before he can think about anything, you lay on his chest kissing his bare skin.

"I made us dinner if you're hungry I can heat it up" you purr tracing circles on his torso.

Not saying a word Sukuna wonders if he's ever going to be able to escape you after this.

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mvltisstuff · 2 years ago

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going, going, gone - c.f

summary: y/n’s the only person who can get conrad, and he realizes that maybe he’s been falling for the wrong conklin.

conrad fisher x conklin!reader

gif from @conradfiisher

a/n: this will likely have a part two, so it probably won’t end here!! no promises as to when pt 2 is out but it will be there eventually ;)) this is literally me wishing i could slap some sense into belly

part two

“hey,” y/n greets, stepping into the beach house and finding conrad unpacking.

“hi,” he smiles lightly. the past few months have been nearly impossible. trying to crack conrad open is like trying to break into a safe. it took y/n forever to be able to understand conrad, and now that she finally did, there was an undeniable spark. she could sense the tension in his mind, knowing that something had set him off. he looked like he just wanted to break down, but he didn’t want to. if he did, he doesn’t know how to put himself back together.

“you ok?” she asks, cautiously. he’s almost like a wild animal, get too close and he runs away. especially since susannah died, he hasn’t been able to find a connection like the one he had with his mother.

“fine,” he mumbles, folding a few blankets onto the couch and placing some pillows beside it.

“conrad, don’t play this game with me again,” y/n sighs, stepping closer to him. he pauses in his movements to look up at her, slapping one last piece of decor on the mantle. “can we at least talk about the exam?”

“i, um,” he stutters, unable to find the right words that have disappeared in his mind. it’s like he completely pushed out the exam, all the other events had forcefully taken the excitement from it. “i feel really good about it, but it’s just an exam.”

y/n can tell in his slumped stance that something is truly disturbing him. he looks broken, and whoever did it certainly failed to put the pieces back together. it appears that they didn’t even try. “talk to me, conrad. please?”

he stops, breaking eye contact. he can’t look at her while he tells her because she can’t see his face when he says it. he doesn’t want y/n to see him crack under the pressure again.

“jeremiah and belly were making out on my car when i came out of testing. i walked out and there they were.”

“what?” y/n spits out, thinking about everything belly had told her before. “i thought she said she moved on-“

“yeah, i did, too,” his voice breaks, still avoiding any looks to y/n. if y/n sees him falling apart over belly, y/n would probably say something. the last thing conrad wants is for belly to know the affect this had on him.

“conrad, you know you can talk to me, right?” she steps closer, wanting to reach out her hand to him but knowing he probably doesn’t want it. he wants belly’s. “anything you say to me won’t get back to her.”

he slightly turns, finally letting his eyes wander up y/n’s body until they meet hers. he’s always found a trust in y/n. she’s been there since they were little kids, but it’s always felt different. there was an innocence to her, she felt like home and he could always run back to her if he needed her. he wouldn’t be able to handle it if he ruined that.

“i’m just so tired, y/n. it’s just one step forward and two steps back. i thought we could finally be over this, but they both just stabbed me in the back. on my car, during my test, in my hoodie. my mom always said belly was destined for me, but it just feels like jere took that.”

y/n can feel the hurt as well as see it on conrad’s face. she’s able to read him so well now that he’s not afraid to open up. she feels like they’ve gotten through a door, a point where they can share secrets and find a safety net in the other. “belly doesn’t deserve you, conrad. she’s not as mature as you, and you can thrive without her, i swear.”

“i’ll be ok, i just need a break from all this shit,” he groans, allowing y/n to finally walk up to him and hold his hand. “i don’t know if we can go back to the way things were after this.”

“i know i can’t change what happened, but i need you to understand that you’re not alone. at this point, you come first to me.” he nods, and y/n can see the sunrise in his face a bit more, but his mind is still covered with darkness. “if you need anything, please call me or come see me, ok?”

“deal,” he cracks a little grin, making y/n smile a bit in return.

“take care of yourself, connie,” she says before opening the front door. she starts the long drive home knowing what’s waiting for her there.

she plants her stuff down on the counter, letting her body relax after the hours behind the wheel. she starts to clean up some of the mess that she left on the counter when she hears squeaky footsteps come down the stairs.

“hey, you’re back already?” belly says, lurking into the kitchen to lean against the frame. y/n doesn’t say anything, she just looks at her and continues to organize everything. “what’s wrong, why do you look like that?”

“honestly, belly, i’m just trying to figure out what to say to you.”

“what do you mean?” belly asks, trying to think about why her older sister could have a reason to be mad at her.

“i stopped at cousins on the way home,” y/n informs her, belly knowing exactly where she left conrad.

“y/n, you can’t be pissed off because of what he told you-“

“no, belly, i have every right to be pissed. i’m pissed for conrad. you left him in the dust and you have no shame about it.”

“it just happened, jeremiah and i. i never wanted to hurt conrad, but im in love!”

“yeah, you were also in love last week with conrad. and the week before with jeremiah. you need to move on from them, bell,” y/n sighs, allowing belly some time to build another response.

“who are you to even say that?”

“because i’ve been there for both of them! i was there for jeremiah when you wanted conrad. i’m there for conrad because you are playing with their hearts like they’re toys. i can tell your hearts not fully in it with jeremiah, but i’m not gonna let you destroy those boys even more.”

“how am i destroying them?”

“belly, wipe that innocence off your face. you’ve managed to rip apart the fisher brothers because you cannot pick which one you like more.”

“but-“

“no, belly! listen to me,” y/n cuts her off before she can try and make anything better. “you couldn’t even contain yourself at susannah’s funeral because you were too worried about conrad. i know we are all grieving, but you are acting like you’re more worried about which brother likes you more. it’s exhausting having to clean up the mess you make over and over again. you’re slowly ruining this bond for me, for steven, for mom! you know i love you more than words, but if you keep playing with their feelings, belly, this family is going to be destroyed.”

“y/n, susannah told me-“

“use susannah as an excuse one more fucking time, belly.” the room goes deadly silent, y/n sick of the excuses and victimized mentality of belly. when steven comes stepping quietly into the room, he ganders softly into the chaotic mess that has formed between his sisters. she swipes her keys back off the table, grabbing an extra bag out of the closet. “i’ll be back.”

“where are you going?” belly says, eyes full of tears from her fear of confrontation. her voice was shaky, and y/n could still feel a sting of guilt in her chest. she hated to build a bigger wall between everyone, but belly had to hear it.

“i’m going to look after conrad, because you failed to do it,” y/n ends their conversation, slamming the front door behind her and moving to the car. she left the house with a terrible tone, but someone else needed her more. belly had jeremiah, taylor, steven, laurel, anyone she wanted. conrad had y/n, and that became enough for him.

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dustmusings · 7 months ago

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hey!! loved reading your fives and rex fics!! could i possibly maybe request a captain rex x reader where the reader is a jedi and she's ina. similar situation to the one ahsoka was in during the final season (order 66 scene)? eek ilysm

where trust falls apart

Rex x F!Reader / Jedi!Reader

word count: 4.6k

description: the end of the war is near, but when the clones turn on you, you come to understand that your hardship has only just begun

warnings/tags: angst! hurt/comfort, order 66, rex under the influence of the inhibitor chip, canon-typical violence, mention of the conspiracy arc, friends to lovers fluff at the end :)

a/n: hi anon ! thank you so much <3 I haven't written anything about order 66 yet so thanks for requesting, I hope this is the kind of thing you were looking for !

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Looking out on the stars, you couldn’t help but muse on how the past few years, the years of your life that you had given to the war, were coming to a close.

There was something in the air, a feeling of calm, stillness, that felt oddly like being lulled into a false sense of security. The end of the war was nearing, everyone could feel it. Count Dooku had been defeated, General Kenobi had engaged General Grievous on Utapau, and you yourself had just come from Mandalore, having assisted in the capture of Darth Maul. There was a finality about the jump to hyperspace, as if leaving all grievances in the past, finally having prevailed against any and all adversaries.

Despite the relief you thought you might feel, there was something uncomfortable nagging at you from the back of your mind. You had thanked the clones alongside you for their part in the war, and then had retreated to a small room towards the back of the ship, with a window to the galaxy where you could just be alone with the stars.

It was emptiness that you felt, and you couldn’t figure out why. You should be happy, with the war ending, and hopefully being able to step down from your role as a General and become a keeper of the peace once again. However, the loneliness nagged at you nonetheless.

There was a knock at the door, and you pulled your eyes from the swirling blues of hyperspace to call for the person to enter. When the door zipped open, you were pleased to be met by the figure of the Captain of the 501st.

“General” he addressed you with a respectful nod of his head, though his expression betrayed something hesitant.

“Captain” you replied, “is everything alright?”

“Fine, sir” he confirmed, though didn’t elaborate as he stood in the doorway, gripping his helmet at his side.

”Did you need me for anything?” you asked, a little confused by his demeanour.

“No General, I just came to—” he paused, looking to the floor before he found your eyes again, “may I come in?”

You smiled, your questioning gaze softening at the timidity of the otherwise brave soldier, “of course”

Rex was a complication that you never saw coming.

With you not having your own battalion, you were placed wherever most support was needed, and in many of those instances, you had been deployed alongside the 501st. When you first met Rex, you had been struck by how easily confident he was, how collected he seemed in the face of a war that promised no end, and a General that sought to break his composure with every crazy new tactic he could think of.

As time passed, and you got to know Rex better, you became so effortlessly enamoured by him. He was charming and easy to get along with, if a little awkward at times, but that only endeared you to him more. You had spent many a campaign fighting at his side, and the feeling was always exhilarating. Your movements were harmonious with his in a especially instinctual way, working together as one unit without the need to tell him what to do. You understood each other, in a certain way.

Before you could think to pull yourself back, you realised your feelings towards him had reached the depths that no jedi should be indulging in. You tried to act as if it didn’t affect you, as if he didn’t affect you, but with every lingering look, every benevolent smile and awkward wave, you were failing miserably.

It was somewhat clear to you that Rex might feel the same way. He was always given away by the blush that spread across his cheeks whenever you thanked him or complimented his tactical skills, and as much as you felt you shouldn’t, sometimes you did so just to get that adorable reaction.

Rex was a restrained man. You knew that he’d never compromise your position as a jedi and as a General, and part of you was thankful for that, but there was also a part of you that wished upon every star that he would one day lose his composure and take what he so clearly wanted from you.

Now, as he closed the door behind him without taking his eyes from you, you took a moment to make another of those wishes.

“Are you okay General?” he asked, his voice cautious, as if he didn’t want to overstep.

“Yeah” you smiled softly, “just needed to get away for a moment”

Rex hesitated before he replied, “would you like me to leave?”

You chuckled slightly, “no, I’m glad you’re here”

The familiar blush spread across his cheeks as he shifted on his feet, forcing his gaze down to look at the floor.

“What did you come for?” you asked.

“Oh” the word fell from his lips as if he’d been caught, “I was just coming to check on you”

You couldn’t stop the way your heart fluttered, “why?”

Rex faltered, his eyes glued to his boots as he spoke quietly, “you know I care about you General, I—” he gulped, “I could tell that you weren’t feeling great after getting back to the ship, and I don’t want to impose but I couldn’t—”

“Rex” you placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping his rambling and making his head snap up to look at you with wide eyes, “thank you”

Rex didn’t speak, but the way his breath hitched, cheeks darkening further as his eyes dragged across your features, told you it had more of an effect on him than he’d let on. You shouldn’t test his patience, really, but watching him squirm like this was something that you relished in. You took your hand away from him, and he exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot, about the war coming to an end” you confessed, turning back around the look out of the window.

Rex came to stand beside you, “what about it?”

You sighed, an action that gave away your fatigue, “I’m just not sure what comes next, it’s… troubling”

Rex nodded, “I understand”

His voice was quiet, and you turned to look at him. His amber eyes bore into you with an intensity that made your insides constrict. You’d seen the look before, but never in such close quarters, and the earnestness of it was startling.

“I’ll miss working with you, General” he said quietly, and the way his eyebrows pinched slightly as he spoke told you that his words meant more than he was saying.

You turned your body, resting the side of your head against the glass as you looked up at him, “so will I”

For a moment, neither one of you moved, too wrapped up in each other’s gazes to find a reason to look away. It was thrilling, holding his attention in this way, and before you could restrain yourself, you were speaking again.

“I’ll miss you a lot, Rex”

Rex sighed slightly, his shoulders sagging as he shifted closer to you. His gaze turned sorrowful, and his nervousness was obvious in the way his fingers fidgeted with the edge of his helmet.

“General, I need to tell you something” he whispered, and your heart lurched.

You took a step towards him so that your boots nearly touched his, and for once he didn’t look like he was going to move away. You pried his helmet from his twitching fingers and placed it on the windowsill, and his hands fell to his sides.

“What is it, Captain?” you asked in reply.

He looked nervous to speak, his mouth opening and then promptly closing when he couldn’t form the words. You hoped that the way you were looking up at him would give him the confidence to say what was on his mind, but you were pleasantly surprised when instead, he opted to lift a hand and sweep some of your hair behind your ear, then rest his palm against your cheek. His touch was painfully gentle, as if he was still trying to keep you at arm’s length, but it made your breath catch in your throat nonetheless.

”General, I—”

His gentle tone was interrupted by the shrill beeping of a comm device, and for a moment, he let it ring out, swiping his thumb across your cheek.

“Just give me a moment to see what this is about” he murmured, and then moved away to the other side of the room to receive the comm call.

Your blood felt hot, Rex’s touch still searing into your skin and sending tingles all throughout your body. You couldn’t believe that he’d actually crossed the line, and the anticipatory thrill that ran through you made you breathless.

You turned to admire him for a moment, and saw him clip the comm back onto his belt, and then slowly take a blaster from its holster. A cold feeling gripped you, a sharp pain piercing your mind and making your head ache. Rex wasn’t turning around, and you saw the way his hand trembled as he held his blaster tightly.

“Rex? What is it?” you asked worriedly, taking a few steps towards him.

“Get…” his voice was low, dangerous, and you froze, “get out”

You took another step but his voice was insistent.

”Run”

“Rex, what—?” you reached out to him, gently touching his arm, but you realised the error of your ways immediately.

He grabbed your wrist before you had barely touched him, and twisted your arm behind you at a painful angle, drawing a yelp from your throat. Your hand flung to your belt on instinct, calling your lightsaber to you, but Rex got his hand to your other wrist before you could get your fingers around it. The sound of the metal weapon clattering to the floor rang out in the quiet of the small room, and Rex pushed you into the wall, your cheek taking the full force of his strength. You groaned, feeling your face throbbing with pain as you heard Rex kick away your lightsaber.

You had barely had time to process what was happening, and it seemed so preposterous that you weren’t fully convinced that it was. Perhaps this was some sick daydream that you were having. That thought was knocked from you at the feeling of Rex pressing you into the wall, his palm against the back of your head.

“Stay put and be quiet” he spoke, and his voice was cold and harsh, two things you had never associated with him.

“Rex—”

“I said quiet” he growled in your ear, his breath tickling your neck and making you shudder.

You’d never been afraid of Rex, there was no reason to be after all. Though with the feeling of something shifting the tide against you, and knowing exactly the kind of things that Rex was capable of, a visceral fear gripped you body. You couldn't move, and luckily that's all he was asking for right now.

You felt the barrel of a blaster dig into the back of your head, earning another pained noise. You quickly felt hot tears springing from your eyes, threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Rex what's going on? Why are you doing this?” you voice betrayed every inch of fear that held you captive. You sounded small, a quivering mess that tripped over words.

Before Rex could reply, if he even would have, a voice crackled through his comm, “Captain, sir, we can't find the target, have you got eyes on her?”

It was Jesse’s voice, and an unbidden whimper escaped your lips, earning a knee to the back and another grunt of pain from you. You couldn't understand why your men would turn on you in this way, and especially Rex.

The sensation that invaded your mind in the next moments was the most horrifying feeling that had ever seized you. You heard the cries through the force, their agony creating a wave of pain, a fever that wracked your body, making everything ache. You were brought to your knees by it, your chest constricting and feeling like you couldn't get enough air into your lungs.

“I'm dealing with it” Rex said simply, and pushed his blaster into your head once more, bringing you back to the present moment.

You could feel the way his hand shook, and you couldn't help but think that he should have shot you by now. You tilted your head back slowly, looking up at him as he towered above you with a steely expression that didn't suit him one bit.

“Rex, please” you whispered the desperate plea, and you could see the way his eyes shone, a watery layer of tears covering their surface despite the otherwise fierce look.

Without making any sudden movements, you gradually turned around and stood up. His blaster was now pressing into your forehead, but upon closer inspection you realised that he didn't even have his finger on the trigger. You slowly lifted your hands up, placing them over his, and trying to inject some calm into him, a soothing gesture through the force. All you could feel bouncing back at you was something cold and unfeeling, something bleak that didn't feel anything like he usually did.

Beneath it all there was a small flicker of light, which felt like it was trying to escape with every last bit of energy it had. It felt like Rex was being held captive in his own body, and the notion shook you to your core.

“Rex, it's okay” you tried to soothe, but he just pressed you back more, your head hitting into the wall and bringing a new discomfort.

He was close, watching tears slip out of your eyes from mere inches away, but the only thing he did was finally put his finger to the trigger. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing what you had to do to get out of this situation.

“I'm so sorry Rex” you whispered, before mustering all the strength within you to push him back and send him careening into the wall opposite.

His head hit the durasteel with a sickening thud, carving a dent where it found its mark, and you cringed, hoping it hadn't done any serious damage to him. He was still conscious, barely, groaning at the injury and holding the back of his head in his hand. You took your chance and summoned your lightsaber, scurrying from the room and heading straight to the hangar with haste.

It had been months, or you thought so at least. You stopped counting the days when you realised that it didn't really matter. It was in the past, that was all that was important.

You were a different person now, at least in the mind of those around you. You went by a different name, and it seemed fitting for how you felt like a shell of the person you used to be. You'd found work on some outer rim planet that you'd never knew existed until you almost crashed into its surface. It was far enough away from the core worlds that it was doubtful that anyone would recognise you, but you still tried not to make a show of yourself. It was easy work, fixing up speeders and other hunks of junk that people brought in. It was pretty mindless work, but you had always been good with your hands, and the pay wasn't awful.

Unfortunately, the mindlessness of it gave you plenty of time to think. It had been months, but you were still confused.

Rex was probably your closest friend, someone you had trusted with your life, but that trust had been proven futile the moment he put a blaster to your head. You knew that something had to have been seriously wrong to do such a thing. Even if he suddenly decided your friendship was worthless, he was a good man. He couldn't do such a thing in his right mind. The cold sensation that gripped you when you touched his hand still haunted your dreams, but you were not closer to figuring it out.

It was late, rain was pouring down outside the garage and providing a calming backdrop to your tinkering, and you were slid underneath a speeder, humming something to keep your mind focused with your hands buried in tangled wires. You felt someone approaching before their footsteps reached your ears, and an irritated sigh left your lips. You remembered turning the sign on the door to show you were finished for the day. Apparently this person had taken it upon themself to investigate anyway.

“We’re closed” you said in a flat voice, not enough energy to inject any warmth into your voice.

The person didn't reply, and you could feel them standing there still, unmoving. With another ennervated noise leaving your lips, you slid out from underneath the speeder to give them a piece of your mind, but your words died on your lips when you saw the person looking down at you.

You instantly pulled the blaster from the holster at your hip, and his hands shot up in surrender.

“Please don't shoot, I'm not going to hurt you”

You didn't know what to, or say. You had imagined what you might say if you came upon Rex again, you couldn't help it, but all of your previous thoughts were spilling from your head at the sight of him actually standing there. You stood up, keeping your blaster pointed at him, ready to run if need be. Of course you'd never shoot him, and he probably knew that, but it was still a protective measure you weren't going to neglect.

“How did you find me?” you asked, trying to keep your voice strong.

“Please put the blaster d—” Rex's please was cut off by you doubling down, stepping forwards with your finger on the trigger.

“I asked you a question” you remarked.

“I— Senator Organa told me where I could find you” he said carefully.

Your frown was deep and betrayed your mistrust before you spoke, “you're lying”

“I'm no—”

“Why would he tell you?” you pushed your blaster into his forehead, trying your best to be intimidating, but he just looked calm, his eyes piercing you as they had before he turned on you, a reverence in his gaze that gave you pause.

It made your heart stutter, but you couldn't give in so easily. He didn't pull away, he didn't do anything but watch you for a moment, and you could feel yourself giving in.

“Because I asked” he replied softly, bringing his hands up and placing them over yours.

You only realised then that you were shaking, with the steadiness and warmth of Rex engulfing your hands. You could feel none of the cold and harsh feeling that reached for your mind the last time you had touched him, only the warmth of his usual presence through the force. Strong and glowing, unyieldingly positive and steadfast, just comforting.

You felt Rex take the blaster from you and throw it away, holding your trembling hands in his and enrapturing you with his steady gaze.

“You don't need to be afraid of me” his voice was soothing and gentle.

“I don't understand” you whispered, your voice trembling, though no longer in fear.

Rex tentatively pulled you forward and wrapped his arms around you, and you took the bait instantly. You buried your face in his chest, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist, enveloping yourself in his warmth, his comfort.

“I'm so sorry General” he said softly, sounding utterly apologetic, “you're safe, I can explain everything”

It did feel safe, being in his arms, but you still couldn't so easily shake what had happened the last time you saw him.

“Why did you—” it was hard to say, hard to admit, “you were going to kill me”

His arms tightened around you, “I couldn't control it General, I—” he sighed and rested his chin on the top of your head, “I have a lot of explaining to do”

A small laugh escaped you even though you knew it wasn't a joke. Perhaps it was just that the situation seemed so ridiculous.

“You think?” you pulled back to look up at him, a small smile pulling at your lips.

Rex's hand found its place on your cheek as he smiled back, and you leaned into it, about to close your eyes until you noticed a thin scar on the side of his head.

“What's this?” you reached up and traced your finger along it.

Rex huffed a little, “the explanation”

You frowned up at him, not taking his meaning at all.

“I— it’s a lot, it's hard to—”

You stepped out of his embrace to gesture behind you, “why don't you come and sit down in my room”

Rex looked to the door you were pointing to across the room, hesitant for a moment before he met your gaze again with a small smile, “yeah, that sounds good”

After showing him into the small room, Rex took a seat on the old sofa that clung to the wall, while you went about making a batch of caf. You were suddenly struck by how different things were. You weren't entirely sure what was going on in the larger galaxy, having run away from it all, but what you knew was that whoever Rex was to you now, was something completely different. He was no longer a soldier under your command, you no longer his General. Something about it sent a thrill through you, but you tried to supress thinking about that until he'd explained himself.

You offered him the cup of caf, and grabbed your own, taking a seat beside him and bringing your knees to your chest. Rex looked despondently down onto his cup, swirling it gently before taking a sip. You saw his shoulders relax as he breathed out, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment. You realised then just how tired and run down he looked, and you became more nervous for him to disclose what had happened to him.

He began by telling you about what happened to Fives, what he uncovered and what went down in the warehouse where he died. He told you how he held him in his arms when he took his last breath, how nobody believed him and he had to go on knowing about the chip in his head without the knowledge of what it really meant.

You remembered seeing Rex soon after it had all gone down, and thinking that he seemed changed, as if he was trying to hold it together for the sake of his men. You knew it had affected him more than he was letting on, you just hadn't known why.

He told you that after you'd run away from him when his chip activated, he'd gone looking for you and instead ran into Ahsoka, and how she had helped him remove it before their hard-won escape.

“I'm so sorry General” He looked over to you for the first time since he began speaking, and you could see the tears in the corners of his eyes, “I tried to control it, but…”

He stopped speaking, his face contorting in a frown as he tried to quell his emotions.

“I would never have— you know that I'd never—”

“Rex” you stopped him with hand over his when you could see his emotions getting the better of him, “I know. I knew something was wrong, that it wasn't you. I could feel it”

His brows pinched slightly as he let out a deep breath, relief flooding his expression. He sat back, slumping against the back of the sofa and resting his head on the wall as he closed his eyes. He looked so tired and overwhelmed, and your heart ached for him.

“So… all of the jedi, they're—” you stopped short of the painful word, but Rex understood.

He opened his eyes and nodded, “aside from Ahsoka... yes. as far as I know”

You tightened your arms around your shins and let out a long breath, resting your head on your knees and looking down. You had expected as much. The loss you felt though the force was crippling, there could be no other explanation for such an agonizing feeling.

“I'm so sorry” Rex said quietly and your eyes flicked back to him. He looked so remorseful, as if he was carrying to whole weight of the galaxy on his shoulders.

“It's not your fault, Rex” you shook your head, “you're a victim of this as much as I am”

“I know, but—” his eyes softened, “I know how much being a jedi meant to you, I'm just sorry that things turned out this way”

You nodded, a sad smile lifting your lips, “me too”

A silence stretched out between you, neither one of you deigning to speak again for a moment as the gravity of the situation overtook you. Though, there was something still playing on your mind, something you needed to know.

“Rex… when you—” you chewed on the inside of your cheek for a moment, wondering if you should bring it up, “before everything happened, you said you had something to tell me”

“Oh” his eyes widened for a moment, and you could see a blush grow on his cheeks, “I did say that, yeah”

You waited a moment, but when he didn't say anything else you raised an eyebrow, prompting him to continue.

“Ah, it's nothing” he spoke with a nervous chuckle, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looked away.

“Nothing?” you asked, tipping your head to the side, an almost teasing look in your eyes and a smirk crossing your lips.

He huffed slightly, his cheeks darkening further, “you shouldn't look at me like that, General”

Your heart pounded in your chest at his low and somewhat sultry tone, but it only spurred you on, “why not?”

“Because… you're my superior”

“No I'm not” you challenged.

You were no longer bound by the titles that once held you from each other, and you watched with a somewhat triumphant expression as you saw that realisation set into his face.

“No… you're not” he said slowly, quietly, as if testing the words to see how true they felt.

With an unhurried pace, but not hesitation, Rex reached out took your ankles, drawing your legs away from your chest and draping one one of them over his lap as he shifted towards you. He placed himself between your legs, taking your face in his hand and taking a moment to cast his gaze across your features.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked, your voice breathless.

Rex's lips quirked up slightly, in a coy manner that you'd never seen from him.

“My orders” he whispered, his breath fanning over your lips.

You bit into your lip as a surprised chuckle left you. You'd never known Rex act like this, but you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to take advantage of it.

“Kiss me, Captain”

“Of course, General”

His lips captured yours with a celerity, much less reserved an action that you’d come to expect from him. His hands snaked around your waist, his grip on you tightening as your met the intensity of his kiss with ardour, pulling him in by his neck.

His lips started exploring past the bounds of your lips, trailing kisses along the underside of your jaw and throat, his teeth dragging along your collarbone. You could scarcely believe it was happening, and your fingers pinched the skin of your wrist to make sure. You felt Rex huff a laugh against your skin before he pulled back from you, which only made you shudder.

“Did you just pinch yourself?” he asked in a breathy chuckle.

“Shut up” you laughed in reply, an embarrassed blush scorching your ears as you pulled his lips back onto yours.

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cinnamon7girl7 · 15 days ago

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"THROUGH THE SILENCE, I WILL RETURN TO YOU – PART 2."

♡ — Summary: I thought I had it all — Satoru’s love, Megumi’s warmth, and Suguru’s trust. But even the strongest love can break when truth hides behind silence. One betrayal changes everything; pain drives them apart, yet memories and a love still alive won’t let them go. Now, Satoru fights for a second chance, and she must decide if, after all the hurt, love is still worth it. ♡ — Author's note: This is the second chapter of this story, and I recommend reading the first part first so it makes more sense. I know it's a little short, but the next part is the fight between you and Satoru. I’m really happy you enjoyed the first chapter, so here’s the next one. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: “What You Didn’t Tell Me”

The night breeze slipped in through the half-open window, and although the city seemed to sleep, something inside you couldn’t find rest. You had been smiling, as always, holding onto the routines that made you happy… but that night, you couldn’t ignore what you'd been feeling for weeks now: a soft, invisible, but constant chill growing right between you and Satoru.

The days went on, but his eyes no longer held the same steadiness as before. His answers grew shorter. The jokes you used to share before bed were no longer daily. Sometimes he left without telling you exactly where he was going… and returned late, kissing your forehead with a soft, distracted excuse, one that felt almost rehearsed.

—“I’m fine, it was just work,” he would say.

But you knew him. You knew him the way you know someone who lives in your soul.

And you knew he wasn’t fine.

One ordinary afternoon, you had made mochi for him like in the old days. He loved that gesture. He always said that taste reminded him he had a home.

—“Remember the first time I made this and almost set the kitchen on fire?” —you joked, offering him a piece.

Satoru smiled. But it was a dim, almost uncomfortable smile.

—“Yeah… how could I forget,” —he replied, his eyes falling to the floor.

Then he hugged you quickly, almost as an automatic gesture, and murmured something barely audible:

—“Thanks for still being here.”

You froze for a few seconds. Why would he say that? Why with that tone?

With Suguru, you had always shared a quiet trust, a bond that needed no words. But lately, even he seemed different. Quieter, more distant.

One morning, while you were making breakfast, you sat beside him with a smile.

—“Do you know what’s going on with Satoru?” —you asked casually, pretending it didn’t hurt.

Suguru went silent for a moment. He looked at you, then turned his gaze to the window.

—“It’s nothing serious… he’s just tired. You know how the job is.”

But he didn’t meet your eyes.

And in his pause, in his voice, you knew he was hiding something.

Megumi noticed it too. Even though he didn’t say much, his actions spoke for him. He sat with you longer than usual. Sometimes he hugged you without a word. Other times, he stared at Satoru with an expression that seemed to carry too many questions.

Until one day, while you were folding laundry and he played with his stuffed fox, he suddenly said:

—“Mom… do you think Dad always tells you the truth?”

You turned immediately, surprised. He avoided your eyes.

—“Why are you asking that, Gumi?”

—“I don’t know… Sometimes I feel like he hides things. Like he doesn’t want you to know.”

And in that moment, your chest tightened. Something inside you clicked. As if the pieces were starting to fall into place.

That night, you went downstairs for some water. The house was silent, but as you passed near the study, you heard their voices. They were whispering. It was Satoru and Suguru. The door was slightly open.

—“…sooner or later she’s going to find out, Satoru. You can’t keep this from her anymore.”

—“I know, but I don’t want to lose her.”

—“You will if you keep lying to her.”

You froze.

They never knew you heard them.

But from that moment on… nothing would ever be the same again.

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freeluigihesbae · 3 months ago

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𝓫𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓮𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 - 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽 6

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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

summary:

luigi fell in love with you for those sparkling eyes where his dreams of falling in love first came true. but how did it happen?

𝗍𝗐: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗏 (𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽), 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗈𝗆!𝗅𝗎, 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌), 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗅, 𝖭𝖮 𝖯𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖨𝖭𝖦

"How can I do this?" You're crouched on the ground, trying to get through the next minute without feeling ridiculously guilty. It was harsh to shut the door on Luigi because your point went both ways.

Neither of you are hurting alone. You're both hurting because it impacted you both.

When you saw those texts, it tore at your happiness because you knew Luigi would be getting dragged too. You figured it was the same, and you were right, because you didn't know about how he punched the wall, screamed at the students, and stomped through the halls in reaction to everything that was going on.

For Luigi, all of this was representing a sense of immaturity that he hated. For you, you were just in pain.

But you loved him.

Upon checking your phone, you realize it's only been 15 minutes since you slammed the door closed. The raindrops will still slamming down on the pavement outside, akin to what you'd call torrential rainfall. After all the pain, the pettiness, the ridiculousness of it all paired with Luigi holding those flowers-

There is no way in hell you were going to lose the one chance of having someone right for you. You certainly made mistakes and honestly, how fair was it to keep twisting the knife in the flesh when the point has been made?

You stand up, wobbly but ignoring the feverish sensation pulsing throughout your body. Slowly, the irritations trying to claw at your energy seemed to melt away the more you think about Luigi.

Luigi Mangione.

The man who stole your heart the moment you stared at him with your glossy eyes.

The man whose heart you stole the moment he looked at your glossy eyes.

The feeling is mutual.

You just had to be sure of it.

In the same clothes, drenched in the rain water that's making your skin itch, you open the door and step outside, determined to limp as fast as possible and give zero care to how idiotic you'd look trying to romantically visualize your intense pining for Luigi by making your way to his place.

But before any of that can happen, your heart breaks a little more than you possibly think it could.

Luigi was there the whole time, slid down on the ground and seemingly asleep, unbeknownst to the water that has made his clothes practically useless, as the t-shirt has now drenched to the point of showing his creamy skin that's breathing in and out with a wonderfully melancholy innocence.

The flowers have fallen over the steps up to your apartment, face down in the puddle that's likely pooled down in the grass. The bag, however, is still saddled to his hand, luckily protected because of its material.

"No no no no no, Lu." You drop to your knees, crying as you shake him hard. His body is jelly in your hands, moving side to side but showing no sign of solidifying in an effort to combat your movement. You hike a leg over him, sliding a hand underneath the side of his cheek that's stuck on the pavement, sobbing his name out repeatedly as you clasp his face and lower yours down.

You watch the water drops rapidly drip from his eyelashes, which are perfectly curved. It's splayed itself all over his cold, weak body as you curse at yourself, wondering how things got so horribly deteriorated to this point.

"Luigi I'm so s-sorry I'm so stupid-" You whisper towards the end of your apology, feeling lost with how you're going to fix the situation in front of you. He's breathing fine, but he just won't wake up no matter what you do.

You should be calling someone. What if he's just not okay?

But you're selfish. You can't help but scoop his head into your palm and let your teardrops only add to the streams of water that have been trailing his beautiful face the entire time, feeling ashamed to see the flowers that he picked out getting buried under mud and rainwater. You can't help but look at him and forget what has been happening so far, only wishing that he just looks back at your with those illuminating eyes and tell you he loves you as much you love him.

"L-Lu I'm so sorry. I'm sorry things h-have happened like this I j-just-" You pause, imagining that he's listening to you, before swallowing and continuing. "This is so stupid but I'm in love with you. Don't you get it I don't just love you I'm in love with you Luigi and everything that's happened is-is- I'm not going to let it come in the way of us but is it s-s-so stupid to think that you love me too?" Your straighten yourself out before draping your body over his, sobbing into the crook of his shoulder as you let the sobs racking your being present themselves as the best attempt of trying to wake him.

"Is it so stupid to think you're in love with me too?" You lift your head up and whisper into his ear, rolling your eyes at the thoughts flooding your mind, which keep wishing this was a situation that could be pulled straight from Beauty and the Beast or some other fairytale where just the right kiss or words would awaken him.

But you're left dumbfounded and heartbroken when Luigi is still peacefully breathing, giving you no reassurance that this situation could be fixed. You stare at him, swallowing and closing your eyes in defeat, before grabbing your phone to call someone. Your fingers are shaking as you trying to clean the water off of your phone, worsened by the water droplets coming out of your eyes and making everything harder.

You finally manage to find the campus emergency number, shaking as you press the number and the phone asks you to confirm your action. You gulp and close your eyes, sobbing harder with new waves of heartbreak as you press-

"Bambi." You feel a hard, steady hand wrapped around your wrist and it sends you into shock, your mouth agape as you let your phone slide out of your hand, lurching into his arms. You didn’t realize, but he was sitting upright, fully awake, now circling around your body as you cry into his chest, repeating apology after apology and looking back up at him.

With the same eyes that brought you two together in the first place.

“Oh bambi,” Luigi feels himself nearly pass out, seeing the way your eyes glistened and yet, he didn’t waste a moment before smashing his lips onto yours, smiling at the way that even in shock, you let him in.

The desire to taste was mutual.

Luigi’s tongue explores your mouth, sliding over your lips and back inside, never entirely detaching as you let out little gasps, fighting the confusion, arousal, desire, and pain all at once. It was a lot, but through all of it, the one thing that stood out was happiness.

“L-Lu.” You forcibly and reluctantly pull back from his lips, watching his expression morph into slight irritation which get the words tumbling from your lips quicker than you expect.

“I’m sorry I was so har-“ “No.” He says a single word that silences your coming apology, leaving you wide-eyed.

“I’m the one who has to fucking apologize, bambi. I should’ve been a man, holding you and comforting you and instead all I did was slap you like everyone else did. I am sorry. I am so sorry and as much as I love holding you,” you listen while noting how dangerously close his lips are on yours again. “I need to show it to you. Need you to let me make you feel like I’m sorry bambi.” His lips are upon yours once again, ravaging every sound and movement you make as you feel yourself shiver at the authority in his touch and tone.

You nod fervently as he kisses you, and it does the trick in making him pick you up, strong hands on either underside of your thigh which makes you yelp.

“L-Lu you’re s-sick we shouldn’t d-do this.” You grab his collar as he has you taut against the door, your own top having been soaked, making you shiver when it’s cold, cool surface sends shivers throughout your body. Luigi stops his ministrations, grabbing your chin with one hand to force your sight down to his.

“I’m the one who decides that bambi. I’m the one who’s g’nna do whatever I want as long as you want it. So tell me, d’ya want this?” His hand releases your chin, now moving ever-so-lightly down your neck and between your breasts, which make your back arch. He watches you whimper and close those beautiful eyes, before the residual tears in them run down your face as you nod.

He tuts in disapproval.

“Say it. Say that you want me to show you sorry I am bambi.” He orders it, really, for you to order him back but you can’t help but think the actual authority is his hands.

“Want it.” You breath it out, still squirming in his hold which gets harder when he grabs your neck, pulling it closer to his face.

“I said use your fucking words but to make a sentence.” Luigi slaps the side of your thigh, pinning you to the door with even greater pressure. The sting makes a little cry escape your lips. “Let them fall from those lips bambi. Let the words hiding behind those perfect, beautiful little doe eyes of yours free because those will be the last coherent words you’ll be saying for a while.” Luigi’s voice becomes impossibly deeper, warning you of the consequences that lie if you dare to miss the chance to demand reparation from him.

So be it. Because you know you want him bad.

“I-I want you to show me how sorry you a-are Luigi.” You whimper the words out as coherently as possible and thankfully, that does it, because your door is wrenched open and slammed shut before you can comprehend the speed, and you’re (gently) placed on the bed, contrasted with the haste in which he’s once again kissing your lips, biting and pulling at them as if taste every inch that you have to offer.

“O-Oh.” Your moan is divine, sickly sweet to his ears as his own eyes nearly flutter from how angelic and dirty it sounds, the paradox sending his philosophical mind into dizzy circles as he repeats his actions, letting his hands dig into every nook and corner of your skin.

“’M sorry bambi.” He mutters these words before ripping your soaked top off, earning a soul-deep gasp that makes the blood rush between your legs. His eyes are trained on yours, smirking as he watches the confusion and desire swirl your eyes.

“Y’know why I call you bambi?” Luigi is kneeling on the bed, between your outstretched legs that are limp over the top his thighs on either side. He takes his shirt off, displaying his toned abdomen for you to feast on but you remember his question.

His hands are on you in an instant, but this time, they both press down around your windpipe.

“Need to answer. F’ckin’ use your words bambi because I’m desperate to hear you.” There’s a pleading so obviously and desperately aching in his voice, that your eyes widen further because how is he exerting so much control while submitting his guilt to your dirty and nasty desires? You nod your head, opening your lips to get a word out but he’s crushing you harder, tightening with every second.

“It’s ‘cause of those eyes. The way your eyes are goin’ all wide on me ‘n you’re so lost?” He ends his tone rhetorically, cooing as your eyes roll from the lack of air. He lets go before watching you cough and you breathily let your words out.

“D-Didn’t know that.” You let out an ah almost immediately after, tilting your had back before his hand is in your hair, pulling you up towards him.

“Keep those eyes on me. I need to see those bambi eyes while I’m saying sorry.” His hands grab a pillow to support your neck so you can obey his wish, whispering a yes after he speaks. His fingers then travel to your breasts, pulling at the buds without any mercy. It’s hard, as you try but you can’t help but arch your neck back, trying to get away from the pain that’s also making your core even more wet.

“’Said don’t fuckin’ take your eyes away.” Luigi pulls particularly hard and you scream, gasping for air as you attempt to close your legs but no, his hands are coming down, pinning them to the bed as your bottom lip quivers and he bends down, speaking filth into your face.

“Want you to see how sorry I am. That means you take everything I give you baby. Y’ understand?” Luigi asks and you respond.

“Y-Yes Lu.” You gulp and he watches, noting how your throat slightly expands and contracts at the saliva you’re swallowing down, making him breath in hard as his own pants are straining against his cock.

“That’s a good fuckin’ girl.” Upon which, gets to work, letting his mouth go slack as he sucks on the sensitive breasts that are shaking, side-to-side with the aggression he exerts which prompt him to always keep a free hand on the one his mouth is not on. Your eyes flutter but you try your very best to keep them on his curly hair and smooth forehead, which are in constant movement as he sends waves of pleasure through your body. You bite your lip, almost sure you’re drawing blood.

“You f-feel so good.” Your voice goes higher because he just happen to place a finger under your skirt, making small circles that elicit beautifully inspiring whimpers, that only drive his fantasies further.

“Do I? I’m g’nna make you feel better bambi ‘cause I’m so sorry.” Luigi bites down on a bud that makes your teeth dig into your lip and you feel a drop of blood tickling you as it slides down your neck. Luigi raises his eyebrows before sticking his tongue out, licking a thick, moist stripe up your neck and jaw to swallow it. His fingers are now rubbing faster on your clit and you wiggle, wanting more friction.

“Keep track of how many times I saw I’m sorry. If you remember correctly,” Luigi gives your cunt a hard slap that makes you shake, making him smile in satisfaction. “I’ll let you cum. But if not, we’re g’nna do this all over again until you get it right ‘cause if not, it means you don’t get how sorry I am.” He takes the liberty to slap your face, just enough to get his point across.

“F-Fuck.” You moan out while you feel your skirt being tugged off with care, Luigi taking his time while it rides over your cast and once it’s off, he takes one hand to pull your gusset to the side before using his other arm to circle your waist and tug your legs over your shoulder.

He stares, licking his lips at how glorifying your wetness is, watching your entrance clench and unclench in anticipation.

“Oh bambi,” He leans in closer, keeping his eyes trained while you whine and stare at his narrowed, darkened eyes. “I’m so fucking sorry.” Count one, because after that, his lips are devouring your sensitive cunt, licking and lapping up the juices that you produce as you throw your head back and attempt to grab his hair, which prompts him to quickly shift his position and give you better access.

Which he does all without detaching his sticky lips from your cunt.

“’M fuckin’ sorry. You got that?” His speaking against your folds, feeling the way you tighten before sticking a single finger inside and pumping you. “’Fuckin’ sorry ‘cause I’m an idiot right? Jus’ a fuckin’ idiot.” He keeps up, pulling the hood of your sensitive spot back and narrowing his lips on it, making you shiver and cry from pleasure. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot. Say it.” He commands you while licking around the dub, watching your eyes widen a little more every time. It invigorates his already frenzy-filled mind.

“L-Lu- f-f-f-“ “Say I’m a fuckin’” He pauses before biting the spot and you let out a drawn out cry, panting as it sends you just a few seconds away from your orgasm and you cry it out.

“Y-You’re a fuckin’ IDIOT L-Lu y’r so f’ckin’ dumb oh FUCK!” He pumps in a few more fingers with impossible speed and sucks even harder, which sends your orgasm to literally crash into you and down between your legs as you shake and squirm at how skillfully he continues to assault your cunt, desperately trying to get away but his firm, unrelenting hands keep you right in place.

“You’re going to take it because I am sorry.” But he lets go, lifting himself up and lowering himself down onto your lips, forcing you to taste his essence as you gift him with high-pitched little whimpers that drive him insane.

“I love you so much. Love your eyes. Love your body. Love how innocent and fuckin’ adorable you are. It’s all in those eyes.” And you think he’ll give you a break, a moment to re-coop. But no.

Actually, you’re the one who can’t wait.

You push yourself up, yanking his belt and button off which Luigi complements, before letting his length free and your mouth water, going down to taste but the hand in your hair again lets you know better, pulling you back to tell you better as he speaks.

“I’m gonna make you feel good bambi, not the other way around. On your tummy.” He lets go but you’re still looking up at him, whimpering from how overwhelming this situation is.

Suddenly, your cheek stings because he just slapped you.

“Said on your tummy pretty girl.” And instead of waiting for you, he grabs your waist and spins you around before using a palm to shove your head into the bed and ripping (once again) your panties off, before plunging himself straight inside and you scream.

Your words, ones that you wanted to scream, practically dissolve as you feel yourself becoming consumed by the exponentially increasing pleasure that pounds throughout your body.

“So sorry baby. Gonna pound you so you remember that, m’kay?” He asks you carelessly, groaning himself as he tries to fight how tightly you’re clenching around him.

Eventually, he makes his way inside, entirely claiming your sanity and ramming inside, repeating words of how he loves and adores you, rambling on about how your eyes remind him of galaxies but it all comes to a point when he’s letting his hands rain down on your ass, making your sychonized ngh ngh ngh noises get out of hand and irrationally out of pattern.

“I fucking love you bambi. I heard you. Heard you ‘cause I’m in love with you too.” He pulls you even tighter against him and you’re absolutely sure he’s bruised your cervix, panting as the sensations drive you crazy.

“Oh L-Luigi I love you- g’nna- AH!” He delivers a particularly hard slap and it makes you lurch forward, making him pull you back by his hand, which is eventually replaced by his bicep, flexing to make it harder to breathe.

He’s got you in a chokehold.

“How many times did I say ‘m sorry bambi? Hm? How many c’mon.” He takes his hand on your waist to slap you clit, making you pant harder as his biceps flex and tighten your neck.

“F-Five.” In truth, you actually guess, but he ends up humming, groaning with even more intensity because he drills into you faster and before you know, you’re babbling out words to beg him.

“Lemme cum lemme cum-“ And Luigi only squeezes harder, fucking up into you as he whispers in your ear.

“You’re the princess t’night. Cum for me.” And that does it, as you sob out from overstimulation because of his fingers rubbing incessantly over that pleasurable spot and his hand is retracted, letting you fall forward and support yourself on your arms.

He flips you around gently, lying you down on the bed before lying down next to you and tugging the sheets up to cover you both.

You’re still breathing heavily, picking up the pieces of your shame before you’re staring back Luigi with adoration.

“I’m so sorry bambi. I really mean it. I didn’t want to speak to you that way because I was just so out of my head and-“ Luigi is cut off by your finger coming up to touch his lips.

“It’s okay Lu. It’s completely fine. Entirely okay.” You smile before scooching forward to kiss his lips and he reciprocates, going soft and simple unlike his demeanor from earlier. His hand circles your waist and drags you closer before you realize.

“You didn’t c-“ “Don’t want to.” He cuts you off and your eyebrows furrow.

“I only wanted to make you feel good bambi. That’s enough for me for this homecoming night.” He says and it takes you a few seconds before your eyes go wide.

“Wait. WAIT. Homecoming is like-“ You look at the clock and realize it’s an hour past 7, which means it’s started already.

“Yeah-“ Luigi scratches the back of his head. “I actually brought a dress and suit over so we could celebrate homecoming but-“ He stops and you lean forward incredulously.

“But we could go out and celebrate ourselves.” He adds and somehow, you still don’t get it.

“Alone.” He supplies again and your mouth goes wide, shocked. But at the same time, it doesn’t seem like too bad of a proposal.

You stare at Luigi and at a loss of words, only lean down to kiss him again before pulling apart.

“I’d love that Lu.”

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