#i love the plastic covers on straws so i don’t accidentally break then

[sneezefiction]

untouchable | vii

Atsumu x Reader

desc: in which an accidental run-in with pro volleyball player, Atsumu Miya, at a 7/11 leads to a strangers-to-lovers situation… but the catch is, you have no idea that he’s famous.

warnings: slight language, anxiety

wc: 3.2k

part 6 ⚬ part 7 ⚬ part 8 (coming soon)

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“Here ya go.”

Osamu sets down a small cup of water, letting it clink against the bar’s granite surface. There’s no ice in it, but you can tell by the condensation on the glass that it’s cold. Osamu tosses a plastic straw toward you and it lands conveniently right next to your cup.

Throwing him a quick smile, you reach to take a sip but pause when you hear the click and gentle hiss of a drink can.

You’d know that sound anywhere.

It’s a reminder of street vending machines and roadside shops. Of summer walks on hot pebbled pathways and after-class escapades with old high-school friends. 

But, just to be sure, you glance over to study the object in the hands of the man next to you.

Yes, you confirm, Miya Atsumu has indeed brought a can of green tea into his brother’s restaurant. And, yes, you are quite amused.

You choke down the rising laughter in your chest, though you can’t hide the small smile creeping onto your lips. This is the dorkiest thing you think you’ve ever seen on a not-date before.

 “Where the hell were you hiding that?” You tilt your head, leaning toward him to get a closer look at the drink.

“You’ll see.” Completely unfazed, he reaches for his coat, which hangs on the back of the chair, and digs into the pocket…

And, if what you’re seeing is true, he’s just fished out a second can. The paper covering the aluminum has a pink, floral print and reads, “Matcha-” but his thumb covers the rest of the lettering.

“What? Did you want one?” Atsumu tilts his head and places the can next to your water glass.

You stare at it, curious about two things. 

The first thing being his massive fucking pockets. They must be something of a void for him to fit two whole cans in the same pouch. Well, it’s more like you assume they were contained in a single pocket. Otherwise, you would’ve noticed a sloshing, aluminum object bumping up against your side as you two walked arm-in-arm.

The second thing that struck you is that he actually thought to bring two. Did he plan on drinking both? Was it originally for his brother? Or did he intend to offer you one right from the start? 

You do happen to like this brand of tea.

Atsumu leans back into his chair, tossing an arm over the back of the seat. “My friend tells me it’s good for digestion,” he explains and takes a sip.

“My digestion is just fine, thanks. You can keep it.” 

Your eyes crease in mirth. He has some interesting friends, that’s for sure. And why does he care about digestion? He’s fit and muscular and... is he constipated or something?

Yeah, that’s not something you should ask about.

“I’m gonna try not to imagine what else you could be hiding in those pockets,” you say, twisting your face in concern and pinching your eyebrows together.

Atsumu grimaces, shifting in his seat. “Did ya have to say it like that?” 

“I think I have every right to say it like that. You could be a freak for all I know.”

“Um, I think it’s entirely possible that you’re the freak here.” He shoots right back at you through mock-judgmental eyes.

Your jaw drops in amused surprise. You shove his arm playfully, but his balance hardly wavers. He grins in response, golden eyes glimmering. Your hand lingers briefly as you mimic his smile, but you notice and drop it quickly.

“Gettin’ comfortable now aren’t we?”

A faint flush dances across your skin. Maybe you were being a little touchy… but flirting hasn’t been this fun in so long. Anyway, he was the one who had you walking arm-in-arm with him earlier.

That thought alone makes your heart jump.

You look away, grasping the straw in your glass and twirling it around. “You got all comfy first,” is all you can huff out.

“Well, yeah.” Atsumu places an elbow on the table and props his chin up with his hand, “I mean, this is a date isn’t it?” He takes another sip of his drink, acting as though what he said wasn’t headline news.

Huh?

So apparently this whole not-a-date but possibly-a-date situation had an obvious answer… to Atsumu that is. It still felt about as clear as rocket science to you though.

“Is it?” The words flow from your lips before you can stop them.

He blinks. “Hm.” 

You swallow, “Is this a date?” 

He gestures a hand at the two of you, “I mean... I thought it was.”

Well, yes. You’re both sitting across from each other. Neither of you knows the other well. Atsumu had taken you to his brother’s restaurant.

Everything that’s happened in the past hour screams, “date.”

And, yet, it’s all too strange.

Suddenly the wooden barstool is much less comfortable. You readjust, crossing your dangling legs. You can hear every uneven as it leaves your body - hopefully his ears aren’t too keen.

Did you really change the atmosphere with just a few words?

Should you have assumed that this was a date from the beginning? But you were protecting yourself… 

Thank God Osamu is in the back right now. You don’t think you could handle someone else (especially your date’s brother) hearing this conversation. The embarrassment would be way too real.

“But if you’re not okay with it bein’ a date, then that’s okay.” Atsumu is quick to speak, straightening up in his chair. “I probably forgot to clarify…” He searches your gaze for any change in reaction.

Yeah, he’s probably not adept at these sorts of situations. But neither are you.

There’s a noticeable tint to his cheeks. You’re sure it must burn because your own face has already burst into flames. Great, you’ve made him feel like he’s screwed up. 

Atsumu mumbles a quiet “shit” under his breath, which would’ve found funny if it weren’t for your own pounding heartbeat.

Dammit, how can you salvage this? You might as well be fanning a flame at this point. If you weren’t careful, you could burn this entire opportunity to the ground. 

“Ah, that’s not what I mean,” You respond, waving your hands out in front of you, “I just- I don’t know, you never said anything about it being a date over text, so I just assumed it wasn’t. Not that I would mind it being one...”

If you keep talking, the words will only get more muddled. You clamp your mouth shut so as to not say anything ridiculous.

Suddenly, the blank wall opposite the blonde is very interesting. Maybe if you survive the next 5 minutes you’ll suggest that ‘Samu add some art pieces to soften the stark white paint. It might also make avoiding eye-contact a little easier.

Despite not wanting to face him, you can’t exactly ignore the man sitting an arm’s length away from you. You glance back to him, bracing yourself for a face wrought with confusion.

But Atsumu looks… amused? Relieved? The lines of worry on his forehead have smoothed back out.

Well, whatever emotion he’s conveying, it’s better than the ones you saw earlier.

“Alright, then how about you tell me whether you want this to be a date or not?”

You bite your lip in thought. Partly because a male has just respectfully asked you if you’d like to go on a date (a date you’re already on.) That, in itself, is a rare sight indeed. 

But mostly because he actually wants to go on a date with you.

Did you really meet him only a month ago? Was he ever a stranger to you?

He’s a little too friendly for that. But friendly isn’t the right word. Atsumu is understanding. And simple… but in a good way. Things are smooth like velvet when you’re around him.

You, who’s been shit out of luck over the past few years. You, who had to frantically accept a less than ideal job after moving away from your entire support system. You, who tried to abate loneliness with blind dates and Tinder matches... but only ever ended up shoving breadsticks in a bag before escaping through the backdoor of a mediocre restaurant.

After all the tears and life changes and dating apps and heartbreak, you finally have a choice that you can make by yourself without any serious repercussions.

And it’s a simple yes or no question.

“I’m gonna say, yeah. This is a date.”

A grin that could light up the city of Tokyo spreads across his face. You don’t know why he’s so happy, but it’s making your heart do somersaults in your chest.

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” He grabs his drink, taking another sip.

Even you can feel the earnest smile on your face reaching your eyes. 

“So, can I ask ya somethin’?”

You sit up in silent anticipation. “Uh… sure.”

Atsumu clears his throat, looks away from you and runs a hand through the waves of his hair. Given Atsumu’s display of nerves, someone watching from the outside might think that this man was either about to break up with you or propose marriage.

Thank God it couldn’t be either of those things. But your hands clasp at your thighs anxiously anyway.

“Why’d you want to see me again?”

You find yourself holding your breath, letting his question sink in. 

It’s a good question. An important question. Why exactly are you here? With him?

You’re usually better about setting your intentions before you dive into something new. Plotting out big decisions has saved your ass a multitude of times.

But this opportunity fell into your lap at the most peculiar of times.

In all honesty, you didn’t give his request too much thought. Hell, you didn’t even ask him if he’d give you time to think about your decision. 

Thinking back, you really should’ve been way more careful… but you’re already here.

You lean back into your chair and meet his gaze head-on. 

“Do you want an honest answer? Or would you rather me make something up?” You ask, a glimmer in your eye.

“Oh, yeah I love bein’ lied to, go right ahead.” He throws you a look through squinted eyes.

You laugh, “I’m assuming that’s sarcasm.”

“And you’d be right.” Atsumu’s chin sinks back into his hand, awaiting your honest answer.

You give yourself a moment to breathe, leaning back into your chair and relaxing your body.

It’s best to keep things brief - you’d hate to overwhelm him with your own life. And something tells you he has his own complicated shit to deal with. 

“I’ve had a rough few years here and my social life is about as interesting as a brick right now.” You glance over to him, “Plus you seemed a little weird. But fun.”

This is all true. But there’s so much more you’d like to say.

Stuff like, 

“You’re so easy to be around.”

“Your voice is comforting.”

“I’ve felt like shit but you’ve given me something good to think about.”

“I feel a little less lonely lately and I think it’s because of you.”

But you know that would be overstepping some major boundaries. You’d play it cool and keep your thoughts to yourself for now.

“A bit blunt, but I’ll take it.” He quirks an eyebrow.

“Hey, you’re pretty blunt yourself.” You fake a frown, but can’t suppress your smile for long.

“Okay, sure, I’m not the most tactful… but you should’ve seen me in high school.” He sighs, eyes growing fuzzy with memories. 

But he’s quick to snap back to the present.

You snort. “I bet you were a hoot.”

Osamu’s voice rings from the back, “He was a lot more than that.”

So he was listening in, your cheeks burn a little at the thought. 

“Oi, shaddup, ‘Samu.” He lifts his head, calling back with a playful growl in his voice.

“I have video evidence, don’t tempt me to share it,” Osamu warns, but he gets back to business.

Your eyebrows raise. Now that’d be fun to see.

He notices your curiosity but is quick to furrow his brows. “Oh, no, no. I want you to get to know me, but not that well,” Atsumu says, slightly perturbed. 

“Not yet, at least.” He adds, after a few seconds.

Your eyes soften. 

That makes sense. 

Although, you hadn’t even expected him to show you the videos. You’d just wanted to tease him a little since that seems to be something he’s very comfortable with. You like that it’s a “not yet” instead of a “never,” though.

But instead of continuing this part of the conversation, you divert to asking his question back to him.

“Well, I think it’s your turn to tell me why you asked me out.”

And you swear you must’ve just said something ridiculous because he looks hilariously surprised. Like a deer in headlights. A jammed highway of car-headlights with the brights on full blast.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d guess that he hadn’t even thought about it. That or he didn’t want to tell you.

Either way, you deserve to know at least this much. You wait with your hands placed patiently in your lap and a trained indifference in your eyes.

—

Okay, so maybe he’s not the sharpest crayon in the box.

Atsumu knows he has a good reason for asking you out… he really does. 

But it wasn’t the kind of reason one could eloquently verbalize. I mean, shit, what does Atsumu do that is eloquent?

It was more of a gut feeling than anything else. 

But he’s sure if he told you that he wanted to date you based on “instinct” that you’d laugh and promptly flee the restaurant like a prison escapee jumping the walls holding them captive.

He pulls himself together because he’s sure you can sense his discomfort. He’s never been great at disguising his emotions - he’d only ever learned to mask them with nonchalance and angry outbursts… and that’s a no-go when it comes to the press. Atsumu had to drop those reactions like a hotcake.

“I…” he swallows but gives a wry smile, “Y’see… I live a bit of a complicated life.”

He scans your face like he’s searching for his next words within your eyes. But you’re must be a blank page because they don’t come to him.

“Okay, now, don’t go telling me you’re wanted for some sort of federal crime.” You tease him as your lips brush against your straw, lightening the atmosphere in the process.

Atsumu’s lips open to let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding in. “Ah, ya got me. That’s exactly what I was gonna say.” He responds dryly.

“That’s so sad. And I really thought this was going well, too.” You hum and take a sip of water.

He clears his throat, loosening his shoulder with a stretch. For someone who’s lived most of his adult life in the limelight, he hasn’t had to talk about it much. People either know he’s famous or they don’t.

You’re so kind. You listen well. There’s something about you that he’s magnetized by. Something that continuously draws him back in.

So if you were to learn about his life and see him differently? It would be a door slamming into his face, sealing his fate to be a really fucking lonesome bachelor. Which is a funny concept until you are the lonely bachelor.

So what exactly is he supposed to tell you?

Out of habit, his hand reaches for his hair… but he freezes before he can run his fingers through it.

Because the words are coming to him like a lone flower petal drifting to the ground. Soft and solemn.

He asked you out because his chest hasn’t ached like this in so long.

The warmth you’ve brought him in such a short time flares inside of him; why should those flames to die down anytime soon?

Because when’s the last time he spoke with somebody new and felt so normal? He’d never craved simple conversation back in high school. Even in his early 20’s, he’d just been searching for quick flings and easy getaways - those were easy to manage and feelings almost never got involved.

But being with you is like honey to hot, bitter tea. Like chowing down on a hot meal when he’s hungry.

No, it’s not easy to explain, but your presence is somehow satiating to his soul. Osamu even said that he’s been “less of a dick” since he started talking with you, so that must count for something.

You don’t need to know all of that. That’d be really weird. But if you were already being honest with him (even if you hadn’t spilled your entire life’s story) then he can be honest with you. 

But with this groundbreaking realization comes the hard part. Saying it out loud. And while he’s sometimes smooth in terms of flirting, he’s absolute shit at explaining himself.

The words come out slow and awkward. “I’ve been havin’ a hard time with… people.” 

Okay, that’s not at all what he meant to say. 

There are a million things you could’ve gleaned from that useless sentence. ‘I have a hard time with people?’ I mean, if that didn’t sound like a red flag, then what does?

“Oh, really?” Your eyes are wide and thoughtful and he swears he sees a glint of amusement flash through them. 

Shit, this would be harder than he thought. 

“Well, dating in particular, but that’s because my life is out of wack.” He presses on, but it only comes out worse.

Maybe he should’ve taken that communications class back in high school. It would’ve saved his ass in his interviews and, more importantly, here.

You nod along, folding your arms. “Mhmm.”

It’s both unfair and such a relief that you’re finding his verbal blunders funny. 

“Okay, gimme a minute, this is comin’ out all wrong.”

“Take your time,” you smile and your eyes crinkle. “I’ll be here all night.” 

But is it possible to soften what he’s about to say? To give you something to chew on rather than a bunch of information to choke on?

Being candid with you is the only fair way to do this. If he isn’t straightforward with you, you could end up getting hurt. Even being with you here at his brother’s restaurant is a risk — he should’ve thought through that decision better too. Not that he visits his brother there in person much, but it’s still not a gamble he likes to make.

Anyway, what’s done is done. He’s just got to tell you.

Atsumu sits up, resting his clenched fists on his thighs and knitting his brows together.

“Listen, I’m not sure how to tell you this…”

You shift in your seat, mouth closed and eyes fixed on his. There’s a tension in your posture, but he tries not to let it deter him.

“But I’m...”

—

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: can i see through you; kyle o’reilly

Notes:

this was sent to me on the main by @kyleoreillysknee​ and this is the very first part of the little mini series I have for Kyle and Domi. I lowkey really loved writing it out and I’m tempted to do things with it further in the future.

Summary:

Dominique is the girlfriend of Jordan Devlin who couldn’t be more oblivious - or stupid, if he tried. After getting tired of being stood up, she finds herself at the same diner that Kyle wanders into. A cute lil walk through town and some slight flirting ensues, and by the end, Domi is starting to realize that maybe she sees Kyle as more than a friend?

Warning:

Jordan Devlin is... Not a good guy here. Not inherently bad, but an oblivious idiot. Flirting. A confrontation. That’s pretty much it.

Pairing:

Kyle O’Reilly x OFC, Dominique

→  Gonna be late, Red.

The text had her rolling her eyes at her cell phone and feeling that twist of disappointment like a knife to her gut. It was something that by now, she should’ve been used to. And lately, she found herself thinking that it was something she toyed heavily with leaving behind.

But then, there he’d go, all whispers and gentle promises and he’d really seem to be better.

Her mother’s daughter, all over again. Suckered in by a pair of pretty eyes and false promises. Too damned passive to make waves, so she sucked it up and dealt with her lot in life. The next text that came through was from her manager Nora, of course.

→ We’ve taken the liberty of sending the photographers to you. Since apparently taking unsanctioned vacations and not giving your management team a heads up first is a thing we’re doing now. Tomorrow, at the pier, noon.

→ Just in case you need a reminder, I’ll be swinging by your hotel with the outfits for the shoot at 9.

“Just great. Awesome. Tell my mom not to talk to my handlers and what’s she do? Run straight to them with my whereabouts.”  Dominique muttered it mostly to herself as she shook her head.

A throat cleared nearby and she glanced up, recognizing her boyfriend’s co-worker, Kyle O’Reilly and a small and friendly yet wary smile tugged the corners of her mouth upward.

“It’s Kyle, right?” she called out to him before she thought twice about it. He was a moderately familiar face in a strange place full of strange people. She felt a little less alone knowing she knew at least one person present.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t quite.. Know him. But she knew who he was. It was close enough, hopefully. Any distraction right now was better than sitting here, dwelling on being stood up yet again. And Kyle seemed like a nice guy when she’d seen him around backstage. Maybe she spoke up because she was lonely. Maybe she spoke up because she found herself noticing the man now and again, despite attempts not to do so.

Kyle wasn’t expecting her to say anything to him when he’d come into the diner and noticed her sitting there alone. They barely talked. Oh, he knew exactly who she was, of course, because Devlin was always running his mouth about his ‘hot girlfriend’ and they were all over Instagram and shit, but Kyle honestly hadn’t paid a terrible amount of attention to her one way or another since she’d come down to Florida to visit with Devlin.

Okay, maybe that statement wasn’t the full truth. But he hadn’t paid enough attention to her to warrant her saying hello.

He could see the pained little smile and it bothered him. His fists clenched and he shoved them into the pockets of his jeans. “Devlin’s not here?”

“Apparently, I’m dining alone…again.” Dominique shrugged as if it were nothing, but just saying it hurt a little. It stung to know that Jordan was standing her up yet again, leaving her to fend for herself in a situation where she literally knew no one. He knew she didn’t do well with this type of shit.

He knew it and yet, he continued to rope her into it and then leave her to her own devices. Just the thought had her frowning a little and that frown bothered Kyle just a little bit more. He glanced around and sat down in the seat across from her.

Might as well, he could tell she was tense and she didn’t like the idea of dining all alone in a strange town. Not to mention, it was nice to hear a familiar accent, though her accent was more heavily laced with French than anything.

She reached for a menu at the same time as he did and their hands brushed. Dominique bit the inside of her cheek at the way his hand felt brushed against her hand, rough and warm and steady. Jordan’s hands didn’t feel like that. She shoved the idle thought to the side and cleared her throat quietly, muttering an apology.

Kyle shrugged lazily, it wasn’t as if the accidental brushing of their hands bothered him. Oh, it definitely sparked something, but it didn’t bother him by any means. “It’s not a big deal.” he reassured her as he fixed his eyes on the menu.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Kyle looked up from the menu, staring at her a few seconds. Unshed tears glimmered in brown eyes and he shifted in his seat a little, mostly to dispel some of the irritation he felt at Jordan Devlin for standing her up.

And just being a dick instead of a decent boyfriend in general.

He felt bad for her. She’d come out on the road to spend time with the guy and yet, every chance he got, he was standing her up to go do whatever. Only spending time with her when it was convenient for him.

The whole thing didn’t sit right with Kyle at all.

“For sitting down. I’m not.. Really a big fan of eating alone in a strange place.” Dominique sighed and took a sip of the Sprite the waitress sat down in front of her as she turned her attention to Kyle.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. You know my name.. I don’t really know your name?” Kyle ventured as he turned to look at her. She smiled and toyed with the napkin covering the plastic eating utensils on the table between them. “It’s Dominique.”

“Dominique. That’s a pretty name.” Kyle smiled as he said it, holding her gaze a few seconds as he toyed with his own napkin covered eating utensils.

“It’s a mouthful, that’s what it is. If you wanna, you can call me Domi?” she tilted her head slightly and found herself gazing at him a few seconds. Their eyes met and she smiled. The smile turned to a slight frown as soon as she heard her phone pinging.

“Oh, what now?” she muttered it mostly to herself, gazing down at the screen. As she did this, it gave Kyle a few seconds to kind of get himself a much better look at her. He raised his hand, dragging it through his hair and took a deep breath or two. “Everything okay, Dominique?”

“Oh, it’s swell. My handlers are checking in.”

Kyle raised a brow. “Handlers?”

“It’s what I call my manager and her team.”

He nodded as it hit him. He remembered Jordan bragging about her being a model or something. She seemed tense and again, he found it bothering him. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t really think of a single time he’d seen her actually smile when he had seen her around lately.

“I swear to god, if she sends that fuckin bodyguard over here to breathe down my neck, on my vacation…” Dominique went quiet after the mini-explosion and Kyle chuckled quietly. When the waiter came back around, he cleared his throat, stopping them. “Hey, is there any chance we can get our stuff to go?”

Dominique eyed him with a raised brow. But the cocky sort of grin he was giving her prompted her to smile too and as the waiter left to go and see about changing their meal from dine-in to carry out, Kyle explained himself.

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t want this bodyguard to show up. I thought that we could walk down to the park that’s nearby or something. Maybe dodge the guy.” Kyle nodded to the door, giving her a smirk as he tugged the hood from his jacket over his head and then nodded to the hood on her own jacket.

Dominique gave a soft giggle and smiled back at him, tugging the hood of her jacket over strawberry blonde hair, hiding it out of sight. As they got their food and paid for it, they hurried out of the back of the restaurant, into the alley. As soon as they were outside, Kyle laughed. “If we stick to the alley, we’re in the clear.”

“You act like you’ve done this before.” Dominique was staring up at him, smiling and shaking her head. “I’ve tried this a few times but somehow it never quite works out. Someone will see me and recognize me.”

“That’s why you don’t just go bursting out the front, woman. Of course, they’re going to find you that way.” Kyle said it in a teasing way, but honestly, he felt concerned for her. To even have to worry about that was kind of mind-boggling for him and he could only imagine it was super stressful for her.

“Noted.” Dominique took a sip of her sprite and nodded to him. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

“No, no. Not at all.” Kyle climbed on top of a picnic table as they reached the park, patting the empty spot beside him. He pointed up the the sky and chuckled. “Stars are out really good tonight, huh?”

“They are.” Dominique took a few french fries and munched them, nudging him in excitement as she saw a shooting star go past. “You have to wish.”

“That’s silly, no.” Kyle protested, but she pouted at him just a little and he wound up doing that very thing. She closed her eyes and made her wish and opened them again, taking another handful of fries.

“What’d you wish for?” he asked it a few seconds later, mostly because they’d been sitting in literal silence and he wanted to break the ice.

“Courage.” Dominique nibbled on her straw as she said it, nose scrunching up as she met his gaze. “What’d you wish for?”

Kyle chuckled and shrugged. “If I tell you, means it won’t come true, right? That’s how this works.”

“Fine.. Keep your secrets, sir.”

“Why courage?” Kyle asked after a few more seconds.

Dominique sighed and shrugged, toying with her jacket sleeve as she looked down at the bench her feet were on top of. “To make the changes I need to make to actually be happy for once.”

“Such as?”

“It’s dumb.” Dominique tried to plead off of answering, but Kyle shook his head. Taking a bite of his food, he fixed those eyes of his on her intently and she swallowed hard, dragging her fingers through her hair.

“ Just finally be able to really be myself. I don’t even think Jordan knows the real me. Honestly, it’s been so long I… I don’t know if I do.” she fidgeted a little, uncomfortable. Kyle mulled over what she was saying. “It makes sense. Why can’t you just do it?”

Dominique gave a soft laugh, reaching out and sort of absent-mindedly fluffing his hair. He bit his lip, caught himself staring a little harder, his breath catching ever so slightly. “Because I’m relaxed right now. Most of the time I just.. Can’t relax. Or do anything really.”

“Oh, you can. I mean, I don’t see where it’d be that hard.” Kyle shrugged, giving a confused look as their eyes met again. “Jordan doesn’t tell you to give it up?”

“Jordan would have a coronary if he even thought I was thinking about walking away from it all. Him included. He only sees the side of me he wants to see. When he wants to see it, obviously.” Dominique sighed quietly and shook her head. Kyle found himself scooting just a little closer to her and reaching out, making her look at him. “Devlin’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, too.”

Dominique swallowed hard, nodding, a quiet and bitter laugh as she agreed with Kyle. “Either way, I’m the one who feels like she has to be this fake version of herself. I feel trapped and it bothers me.”

“I mean what I’m saying. It doesn’t have to. You don’t have to feel trapped.” Kyle found himself really looking at her, really taking her in.

He briefly found himself wondering if she saw herself the way he saw her right now, sitting under the stars with him. He got this strong sense that the version he was seeing of her right now, this second, was the real her at the heart of it all.

“I mean, I know that but there’s this part of me that sort of feels scared that if I do this… Everybody’s going to be disappointed.” Dominique shuffled her feet and Kyle found himself staring at her all over again, reaching out, making her look at him when she looked down. “I know this won’t matter and probably doesn’t mean much, but I want. And if you wanna talk I’m here, okay? You can just like.. Come and find me and we’ll talk.”

Dominique bit her lip and nodded, giving him a smile. She didn’t even realize she’d actually teared up a little while talking to him about it all but it hit her that her cheeks felt wet. She wiped at them and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Kyle. I might just be taking you up on that.”

“Good, that’s great. Now let’s get you back to the hotel, okay?” he held out his arm, slipping it around her as they started to walk the two blocks back to the hotel she was staying at.

XXX

“O’Reilly, Jordan’s girlfriend is lookin for you again, buddy.” Adam’s voice cut through his laser focus on the weights in his hands and Kyle gave a blank look at first. Adam was staring at him intently, an amused smirk as he nodded to the doors of the gym. When his gaze settled on her, she gave a small wave.

Kyle dropped the weight he’d been holding carefully and he raised the white rag wrapped around his neck, toweling away sweat. Roderick held out a water bottle to him and nodded to the doorway where Dominique still stood. “Can’t help but feel bad for the kid, hell… All Devlin is doin’ is ignorin her, man.”

Just the mention of it had Kyle tensing visibly all over again and sensing the shift in Kyle’s mood, Adam shot Roddy a warning look and covertly shook his head before continuing smoothly, “If she’s lookin for Kyle, she’s tryin to trade up. We’re not gonna discourage that. Go talk to her, man. We got your back.”

Kyle eyed Adam, a brow raised. He was at least 99 percent certain that Cole was up to something and almost the second he saw that knowing smirk on Cole’s face, it clicked into place what that might be.

And honestly? It wasn’t anything he hadn’t caught himself thinking about or having extensive late night conversations with Bobby Fish about already. Oh, he had a plan.. But unlike Adam, he wasn’t going into it guns blazing, only worried about getting what he wanted and hell with everything else.

No, his goal was to get to know her. Help her any way he could. Because anyone with half a brain could see that she clearly needed help. And he really felt drawn to her, the feeling only increased a little bit more with each little encounter they’d had so far since the night they met. He clicked with her.

He hadn’t really ever clicked with someone like that, especially not quite so fast.

“All I’m saying, Kyle, is that Jordan Devlin treats her like a fuckin possession. He’s not with her because he cares, man, this isn’t like me and my girl or Roddy and his.. Or even Bobby and his. Just watch them, man.” Adam went quiet and Bobby leaned in, muttered calmly, “You were sayin’ earlier, O’Reilly… She only finds you because she doesn’t know anybody else? You’re wrong. She has a choice. She’s here, now.”

Kyle bit his lip, eyes darting from his best friends to the doorway where Dominique still stood. Eventually, he wandered over.

“Everything okay?” Kyle stared down at her, his hand rubbing over the back of his head. Before he could stop himself, he was stepping just a little closer. She did the same, mirroring the way he stood. He eyed her in concern, relieved to find that she didn’t seem upset or anything like she had been the night before when she’d wound up texting him and coming to find him at the sports bar he and Bobby were having drinks at.

“Yeah.” Dominique was almost worried that she was bothering the guy with as much as she seemed to find herself seeking him out lately, but honestly at this point, she just really and truly enjoyed being around Kyle. He didn’t make her feel like she couldn’t be herself. He wasn’t always pressuring her to do this or that or be a certain way. They actually had these long and in-depth conversations about different things. Things that she’d always wanted to talk to people about before but more often than not, she wound up getting ignored or having the topic laughed off. Hell, they even argued about things and he actually listened to her and heard her out as opposed to shutting her down.  “Actually, I just thought I’d come and hang out with you guys today. Since I took what you and Bobby said into consideration and I cancelled that stupid photo shoot on the beach.”

Kyle smiled and nodded. “Feels better, huh?”

“Oh god, so much better.” Dominique smiled back, nodding to the weight benches as she tilted her head slightly to look up at him and asked, “I didn’t like.. Interrupt you, right?”

“No, not at all. I was actually just finishing up. Was gonna go back to my apartment and get my dog and take him to the beach. You can come too, if you want to.”

“I’d actually like that!” Dominique smiled up at him and he chuckled. “Let me go get changed and we’ll leave.”

As he walked past his friends again, Adam stopped him. “You better be going for it, Kyle. We take what we want, man.”

“This is not like that, Adam.”

“It should be.” Adam chuckled, nodding to Dominique and then at Kyle as he continued, “It’s cute, man.”

Bobby stopped him as he headed towards the locker room. “I’m going to take it that she took our advice and cancelled the shoot?”

“She did. She seems happier about it.” Kyle smiled to himself and Bobby chuckled. “Just go spend time with your woman.”

“I’m telling you, she only looks for me to spend time with because I’m the only person she really knows aside from that fucking prick Devlin.” Kyle insisted as Bobby shook his head. “Open your eyes, O’Reilly. At least consider the possibility that I’m right and I know what I’m talking about, man.”

“Whatever, Fish.” Kyle waved him off and laughed as he stepped into the locker room to change.

And across the gym, Jordan Devlin happened to look up from sparring with one of the other guys to find his girlfriend… Engrossed in yet another conversation with Kyle O’Reilly. His sparring partner nodded towards Dominique. “Your girlfriend’s awfully close to O’Reilly, man. You gonna do something about it or just let O’Reilly steal your girl?”

“Oh, he’s not stealing anything. He’s keepin her outta m’ hair right now. I’ll handle it later.” Jordan cut off the other man abruptly. Oh they were definitely having a very serious talk later…

XXX

They came to a stop at the parking lot, laughing and trying to catch their breath. Kyle’s dog flopped down onto the asphalt between them and grinned up at them, panting because he was tired too. Dominique reached down to scratch the dog behind the ears and a throat cleared behind her and Kyle. She rose slowly, turning around.

Jordan was leaning against a lamppost, tapping his wrist. And then it hit Dominique that he’d texted her before she left her place to meet Kyle down at the boardwalk earlier. She’d told him she’d try to meet him tonight for dinner, but she’d been having such a good time she completely forgot all about it.

“Did y’ forget somethin?”

“Jordan, if you’re going to be a dick, leave.”

He nodded to Kyle, glaring a little before fixing his gaze back onto Dominique. “Yer spendin an awful lot ‘f time with that one.”

Kyle’s fists clenched and he’d been just about to step up, put distance between Dominique and Jordan, but Dominique shook her head no and took a deep breath. “Yeah? At least Kyle wants me around, Jordan.”

“How can y’ say dat? I want y’ around! I can’t help ‘at I’m busy.” Jordan was starting to tense up, starting to get irritated. Kyle could see it in his eyes. When Jordan stepped forward, Kyle stepped between them quickly, shaking his head as his jaw set firmly. “Don’t even think about it, Devlin.”

“And what’s dis about yer agent sayin y’ want t’ quit? I thought y’ were fine. We talked about dis, Dom.”

“It’s my life, Jordan.” Dominique shrugged, swallowing hard. The last thing she wanted was a huge fight because of her and she was honestly debating on fleeing now, just taking Kyle by the hand and getting the hell away from Jordan. When he got like this, nothing was going to convince him he was in the wrong. She was not putting Kyle into the middle of it all.

“C’mon, Kyle, let’s just go. Leave Jordan to his tantrum alone.”

“Oh.. so dat’s how it is now, hm?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Kyle looked from Dominique to Jordan and he rubbed his chin. “You’re really something, Devlin. You bring her out there to be with her and then you spend all your time ditching her. You never listen to a damn thing she has to say. Do you even know anything about her? I mean beyond the fact that you think she’s hot.” Kyle airquoted the last part, rolling his eyes at Jordan in disgust. Oh, the anger he felt every single time she’d come by and be upset by something Jordan said or did or him just outright fucking ignoring her was bubbling to the surface and it was happening quick. He squared up, eye to eye with Jordan who was glaring at him angrily.

“Don’t believe any of this is yer business, O’Reilly.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. See, she’s my friend. So that makes it very much my business.” Kyle’s jaw set firm as he said it and he moved so that Dominique was clearly behind him and totally obstructed Jordan’s view of her.

He continued. “Do you even know how stressed out this whole modeling thing has her? Because she’s actually told me. And I listened. I didn’t tell her to keep trying, I didn’t ignore her. And you call yourself her boyfriend.”

Dominique’s breath caught in her throat. Seeing him get this angry.. Over her.. While she was worried and tensed up and scared that at any moment, all hell was going to break loose, she found herself really getting a good glimpse of Kyle.

And that magnet’s pull she’d been starting to feel lately was only growing. She stepped closer to Kyle, pressing against his back in an effort to at least try keeping one party involved slightly calm. “Go away, Jordan.”

“ So that’s it?”

“Yeah. Again. That’s it. I’m done with this. I’m done with you. Just go away.”

Jordan glared at Kyle and Kyle spoke up as calmly as possible. “You heard her, Devlin. Get lost.”

“Yer goin t’ regret breakin up with me.”

“I highly doubt it, because in the short time I’ve known Kyle, I’ve honestly felt like he’s more of a boyfriend to me than you ever were. Go! Get lost.” Dominique blurted it out before she could stop herself and Kyle turned, gazing down at her intently.

“Sorry about that, I..” Dominique trailed off, her eyes getting lost in his as she stared up at him.

Rather than say anything, he pulled her against him and chuckled quietly. “It’s not your fault. You wanna get out of here? Go find something to eat?”

“I’d very much like that, Kyle.”

[wizardwritings]

The Drunk Dial

Overview: Modern AU. During a night out with Lily and Marlene, you drunkenly send Sirius an audio message that revealed your huge crush on him. So when he shows up at the bar to pick you up, what option do you have other than to pretend it never happened?

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: About 4,300.

Warning(s): Language, drinking, intoxication, drunk reader, sexual tension, suggestive language, fluff.

Author’s Note: Maybe one day, I’ll write actual smut. But for now, you can have my usual sexual tension and sensual touching, LOL. Enjoy! ;)

“Tell us everything that’s going on between you and Sirius.”

You swirled the plastic straw around your drink with your thumb and forefinger, shrugging at Marlene’s demand. “There’s nothing to tell. He’s just one of my best friends.”

Marlene scoffed, an incredulous look on her face. “Friends with so much sexual tension it makes everyone in the room uncomfortable?”

“There’s no sexual tension--” you started, only to be cut off by Lily.

“Yes, there is.”

You fought back a sigh, instead downing the rest of your drink. The three of you were out on a well-deserved Girl’s Night. Very well-deserved. You loved the guys and were rather close to all of them, but it was nice to have some time alone with Marlene and Lily. A breath of relatively testosterone-free fresh air.

“Even before we headed out, you and Sirius seemed oddly cozy,” continued Lily, a grin on her face.

“He was just telling me to be safe and to call him if we needed anything.” You folded your arms across your chest, denying all they were insinuating. “And don’t give me that look-- Sirius would say the same to any of his other friends.”

“But he didn’t,” Marlene sang.

You shook your head, fighting the slight smile that was beginning to cross your face.

“Don’t even try to hide that little grin,” said Lily, catching your slip up. “You say you hate when we tease you about Sirius, but you secretly love it. You know why?”

“I don’t--”

“Because you like him.”

You huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, please, babe,” Marlene drawled, taking a gulp from her drink. “You’re even wearing his jacket to a club.”

Looking down at the black windbreaker tied around your waist, you felt your cheeks flush. You knew it would be cold and Sirius was just looking out for you. There was nothing wrong with that.

“So?” you asked, your voice raising an octave. “No sane person would turn down an oversized jacket from a guy.”

“Especially from a guy they like,” Marlene finished.

“A guy they like as a friend,” you corrected.

Lily signed, placing her forehead on her palm. “Goodness. Is this how I was when I tried to convince everyone I didn’t fancy Potter?”

“Yes--”

“No,” you interjected, glaring at Marlene. “Because you and James both liked each other, whereas Sirius and I--”

“--love each other.”

“No!”

You let out an exasperated groan as Marlene gave Lily a high five. Rubbing your temples with your middle and forefinger, you exhaled deeply.

“Okay, fine,” you relented, briefly checking the time on your phone. “You can fantasize about me and Sirius or interrogate me about my feelings any other time, but tonight’s supposed to be just about the girls.”

Marlene and Lily exchanged glances, a mischievous glint in their eyes that certainly said this was not the end of the conversation.

Still, they decided to play along with your demands.

“I guess you’re right,” Marlene said, placing her glass on the bar table and grabbing you and Lily by the hand. “We can discuss your incessant obstinance another time. But now, we drink!”

- - - - -

A few hours and a couple too many shots later, you were drunk out of your mind.

Really drunk.

As in, you haven’t been this drunk since your university days--and for good reason.

“I feel like complete garbage,” you groaned, jutting your lower lip out as you puckered your face. “But I’m so fucked up, I don’t even care.”

“That’s the spirit!” cheered Marlene, face flushed and glowing from a mixture of sweat and alcohol as she took a sip of her alcoholic aphrodisiac.

You grimaced at the sight of the alcoholic beverage, while Lily took the glass from her hand and downed a swig.

“How do you two still have the energy to drink some more?” you wondered, eyeing the cup that was offered to you in disgust. “I never want to drink this much again.”

While your two friends may have kept up the stamina to drink like they were still in college, you’ve been weaning off the alcohol since your first year. You simply preferred some other recreational drug that was much more natural and not as toxic to your body. Still, you had your fair share of drinks every once in a while.

Tonight, you just happened to take the drinking a little too far.

“I’m just going to sit and take a break at the bar,” you announced, voice slow yet slurred at the same time.

Nodding, the pair followed you as you got as comfortable as you could in a high bar stool, pulling out your phone.

When the notifications popped up on your screen, delight lit up your face.

Sirius: Just checking up. How are you guys?

You: We’re all gooooood. :’) Thanks for asking!

“Who’re you texting?” Marlene piped in, dragging out her vowels as she bounced beside you. “Is it your boyfriend?”

“Sirius is not my boyfriend,” you retorted, fiddling with your phone in your lap.

She pointed her index finger at you in a triumphant manner. “Hah! I never said I was talking about Sirius,” Marlene stated. “You just assumed that because deep down you want him to be your boyfriend.”

You blinked. “You’re delusional.”

“You’re in denial.” Marlene shook her head before any words could come out of your mouth. “Just admit you like him, Y/N.”

“But I don’t! I just think he’s charming and handsome and sweet. And, well-- Sometimes the sight of his smile makes my stomach churn. But doesn’t mean anything--” You broke off, biting your lip. You coughed, face turning red at the elated looks from your friends. “It doesn’t mean anything, right?”

Marlene and Lily gave each other knowing glances.

“Do you think it means something?” Lily asked gently, holding back a smile.

“I don’t know.” You groaned in frustration. “What does it mean when someone makes your heartbeat increase tenfold at the mere thought of them? Or when they make you feel all warm and fuzzy and gross inside?”

Please don’t mean what I think it means, you pleaded to yourself.

“I think you know the answer to that, babe. It means you like Siri--” Lily started, cutting herself off abruptly when she heard the faint beep of a message being sent.

You all glanced at each other, then down at your phone.

Attachment: 1 Audio File

“Something tells me you accidentally sent Sirius an audio file.”

“Oh, my God,” you whispered, eyes opened in shock as you stared at the device in your hand. With the alcohol buzzing in your brain, you looked away from the bright screen, lightheaded. “How do I get rid of it?”

Lily blinked. “Get rid of it?”

“Yes. How do I make it go away?”

Lily and Marlene exchanged glances.

“You already sent the message, Y/N,” Lily said slowly. “You can’t get rid of it unless you delete it from his phone.”

“But I don’t even recall pressing send!” you argued, still staring at the audio file in disbelief. “What kind of stupid, fucked up machine is this? I mean, who decided sending audio messages should be a thing? There are phone calls and voicemails for a reason!”

You continued grumbling heated insults at the cursed feature, hardly bothering to glare at the drunken wankers who walked by and “accidentally” grazed your arse.

“It’s not that bad,” stated Marlene, trying to comfort you. “I mean-- You didn’t technically admit you like him outright.”

“Because I don’t.”

That argument sounded weak. Even to yourself.

Lily snorted, laughing into her glass of Juniper Sling, but quickly straightened when she caught sight of the daggers you were throwing with your eyes. “Of course you don’t.”

“So, you shouldn’t care if he hears what you sent,” Marlene reasoned, chewing the ice from her drink between her front teeth.

You stumbled. She was right. You shouldn’t care. But you did. And that was what concerned you.

“You know what, Mar?” you asked, taking a unnecessary swig of Lily’s liquid courage. “You’re right. I don’t care. Who cares if he hears that message of my basically confessing my utterly nonexistent feelings? I don’t. In fact, I wouldn’t even care if Sirius called asking about it right now. It wouldn’t phase me in the slightest--”

The vibrations of your phone silenced you rather quickly. Braving a look downward, you saw a picture of you and Sirius on the screen.

“Speak of the devil,” Marlene swore, amusement playing on her face. When you let the phone ring one more, she raised her eyebrows at you. “Aren’t you going to answer?”

“I’m answering in my mind.”

She hummed. “And…?”

“It’s not going so well.”

“Oh-- Give me that,” said Marlene, snatching the device out of your hand with a mischievous smirk. “Hello? How may I be of assistance, Mr. Black?”

You groaned as she rushed away with your phone, occasionally sending you winks and the sporadic thumbs up. With a frustrated look, you accept the drink in Lily’s outstretched hands.

“If I finish this, I might throw up,” you mumbled with a shrug, tossing the bendy straw aside and chugging the colorful contents of the beverage.

“That’s enough, then,” she said, alarm on her face as you downed its contents. Swiftly taking the glass from you, Lily placed a bottle of water in front of you. “Drink this.”

Pouting, you tilted the water back into your mouth, promptly spilling water all over your face and your thin shirt. With widened eyes, you turned to Lily who had her arms folded across her chest. You swallowed. “I-- I think I spilled.”

Laughing, she shook her head as she called the bartender over for some napkins.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, babe,” said Lily as she helped clean up the mess.

Grumbling an apology, you untied Sirius’ windbreaker from your waist and shrugged it on, hoping to cover your now see-through shirt while it dried. A few moments and a glass of water--which you this time drank with a straw--Marlene returned to your spot near the bar, holding your phone out with an innocent smile.

Warily, you took your phone back from her and glared at it. “What did you do?”

“Me? Or the phone?”

Lips pressed into a thin line, you look up at her with unblinking, narrow eyes.

With a bark of laughter, Marlene ruffled the hair on your head and playfully pinched your cheek. “Aw-- Lily, look at this! I think Y/N is trying to look intimidating. Isn’t she just the cutest when she’s drunk--?”

“Hey!” You slapped her hand away, but couldn’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. As your phone flashed with a notification--no, it wasn’t from Sirius--you were reminded of your current situation. Straightening your back, you folded your arms. “I’m drunk, not stupid-- Don’t change the subject. What did you tell him?”

She shrugged. “Just that you may have had a bit too much to drink and need to be picked up.”

“Wait-- What? I am not that drunk.” You shot up out of your chair in indignation, before holding onto Marlene’s shoulder for support. Her and Lily both stared at you as you swayed in place, as if you had just proved Marlene’s point. You frowned. “Maybe I am that drunk.”

Helping you back in your seat, Marlene rubbed your back as she tried to comfort you. Meanwhile, Lily ordered two Cosmopolitans and one glass of water. Unlike you, they still had the drinking capacities of college freshmen.

“Oh, I forgot to mention!” Marlene said nonchalantly. “Sirius will be here in less than five minutes.”

“What?”

Your stomach felt a little sick as your rested your forehead in the palm of your hands. You were sweaty and drunk, hair unkempt and brain relatively unstable. The last thing you needed was for the guy you maybe--sort of...just kind of--had feelings for to see you like this.

As if sensing your worries, Lily shot you a somehow affectionate glare. “It’s just Sirius, Y/N. Even though you guys have feelings for each other--”

You opened your mouth to protest, but sighed in defeat instead. Who were you fooling, anyway?

She exchanged surprised grins with Marlene when you didn’t deny your crush before Lily continued. “Right-- So, even though you guys like each other, he’s still, first and foremost, one of your best friends. He’ll always be there for you. Piss drunk and all.”

“I suppose.” The corners of your lips tugged up slightly. “I mean, he has held my hair back plenty of times during our college days,” you reasoned, a warm feeling spreading through your body as you thought about Sirius. You caught sight of your phone and bit your lip. “The audio message wasn’t that bad, anyway. Right?”

“Right,” Lily affirmed.

“Okay. Then I have no reason to worry--”

Your phone vibrated, Sirius’ contact picture flashing over the screen. You stared at it for a while until Marlene nudged you with her shoulder.

“Oh, right--” You took an unsteady breath, sliding your finger to accept the call. “Hello?”

“It’s Y/N this time, right?” a voice through the other end of the line asked with a deep chuckle that made you want to sigh dreamily. “I’m parked at the back entrance about to go in. Where are you?”

“At the bar!” you replied, trying not to sound too nervous. “Are you staying awhile?”

“Nope,” said Sirius, a muffled slam of a door sounding through the phone. “My job tonight is to find you and take you home with me.”

You rather liked the sound of that, you figured, blaming your salacious thoughts on the aphrodisiac cocktail you had earlier.

“Okay. That’s--” You coughed, heat rushing to your cheeks at the sound of your raspy voice. “I’ll see you soon, then.”

“Okay.” He hummed. “See you soon.”

Placing your phone back in your pocket, you turned to Marlene and Lily, both of whom had knowing looks on their faces. You promptly chose to ignore them.

When you caught sight of the top of Sirius’ head entering the bar, Marlene jumped up and down excitedly, waving him over. Looking back at you, she held your shoulders between her hands.

“I’m going to be a bridesmaid at your wedding with Sirius, right?” she asked, paying no mind to the man who was walking towards you. “Please!”

“And me?” chimed Lily, staring at you with equally hopefully eyes.

You nodded, barely processing what they asked with all the alcohol in your system. “Wait. My wedding--?”

“Evening, ladies.” You felt a warm presence behind you. “What are we talking about?”

“A wedding,” you repeated, still lightheaded from the drinks. When you swirled around in the bar stool, you found yourself face to face with Sirius. You blinked. “Hi.”

He gave you an amused glance when you craned your neck to look up at him.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Sirius!” Lily greeted, both her and Marlene giving him a hug. “Thanks for coming.”

Marlene nodded in agreement. “Y/N’s a little out of it right now. We weren’t talking about anything. Definitely not talking about a wedding.”

You joined her nodding. “Definitely not. I don’t even know what a wedding is.”

The corners of Sirius’ mouth tilted upwards. “Okay.”

Lily placed a palm to her forehead and sighed, murmuring something about Tweedledee and Tweedledum, before she regained her composure. “Sirius?”

“Yes, Evans?”

She cracked a smile. “Text me when you guys get home. And drive safely, alright?”

“Of course,” said Sirius, placing his hands on either sides of your waist as he lifted you off the high seat and placed you on the floor. You felt warm. And not because of the alcohol. Or the jacket. “Are you sure you and Marlene don’t need a ride--?”

Lily waved her hand dismissively, shaking her head. “We could use a few more drinks. I’ll call a us cab when we’re done.”

“Message me when you guys get back,” you said, giving both her and Marlene a massive hug. “I love you both!”

Marlene bubbled with laughter, planting a peck on your cheek as Lily grinned. “We love you, too, you affectionate drunk.”

With a smile of his own on his face, Sirius placed his hand on the small of your back as he led you through the crowd of people on the dance floor. Rubbing his thumb circular motions against your thin shirt, he leaned down to whisper something in your ear.

“My jacket looks good on you, Y/L/N,” he said, shooting you a wink and straightening his back before you even had the time to respond.

In a bit of a daze, you made your way to the parking lot, leaning on Sirius to help you walk straight.

“After you, princess,” said Sirius, holding the passenger door open until you sat yourself fully on in place.

“What a gentleman,” you cooed as he made his way to the driver’s seat.

The interior of his car was sleek and warm, hints of pine and mint filling the air. Oddly enough, it was quite fitting.

Aside from the small nonsensical thoughts that escaped your mouth, the ride to your apartment was one of relative silence. The radio played quietly in the background and Sirius hummed along to the songs.

“Thank you again for picking me up,” you said when your place came into view, your head feeling significantly less disoriented.

For some reason, during drunk car rides, you either threw up on the floor, or calmed down.

Thankfully, this time, it was the latter.

You turned in your seat, examining Sirius’ side profile. “I hope I didn’t interrupt your evening in with the boys.”

He shook his head, a dimple forming at the corner of his mouth as he gave you a small smile. “We were just watching some horror movies. But I couldn’t concentrate on anything all night ever since you walked out the door with those shorts and my jacket wrapped around your waist.”

“Oh.” Your cheeks heated and you could’ve sworn your voice somehow cracked while you said that one syllable.

You deflected. According to your friends, you and Sirius did have a flirtatious friendship. And--begrudgingly--you had to agree. But this?

Something told you Sirius was crossing the line of harmless flirting and making an actual move.

And that thought alone made your stomach flutter.

He pulled into your apartment parking lot, waiting a while before he turned the engine off. “And once I got your little audio message, the last thing I wanted to do was stay and watch the movie.”

The color drained from your face at the mention of what you sent when you were drunk. Sirius went this long without mentioning it. You thought perhaps he didn’t hear it.

Turned out that was wishful thinking on your part.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said slowly, each word coming off as metallic to your tongue.

“Is that so?” Sirius questioned, but didn’t press the topic when you didn’t reply. Dusting his palms against his upper thighs, he hummed. “Never mind, then.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and exited the car, rushing to open your door at the passenger’s seat before you could register what he was doing. “Ready to go inside, princess?”

He offered you his arm and you snorted in laughter before accepting it. “Ever the gentleman, I see.”

“Not always.”

When you reached your unit, you fumbled through your pockets until you found your keys. Sirius slipped off his shoes and hung his jumper in the foyer and you followed suit.

“Is it hot in here or is it just me?” you muttered, shrugging off the windbreaker and stretching your arms out above your head, eyeing the thermostat which read a temperature much too low than what you were feeling.

For a while, Sirius didn’t reply. In fact, the room was unnervingly silent.

You turned to look at him, only to find he was already staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face. Sirius’ gaze trailed from the lifted hemline of your shirt, to the damp spot on your shirt that exposed the lace detailing of your bra.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you mentally applauded yourself for wearing your best push up bra today.

His eyes lingered your decolletage before meeting yours. You instantly felt much warmer than you had a minute ago.

“I thought you looked beautiful in my clothes.” The tip of his tongue grazed his lower lip, his voice significantly raspier as he said, “Turns out you look even better without them.”

Ignoring the blush rising to your cheeks, you shrugged, peering at him through your eyelashes. “Without your clothes?” You paused, toying with the hem of your tank top. “Or without any clothing, in general.”

A smirk played on Sirius’ face as he slowly cocked his head to the side, raising his shoulders in a subtle shrug. “Careful there, princess. I could’ve mistaken that as an invitation.”

“Maybe it was one,” you pressed, shocking even yourself with the words that just came out of your mouth. Still, you meant every part of it.

His eyes darkened a stormy grey as you attempted to close the distance between the two of you. You placed your hand on his chest and Sirius captured them with his own. For a while, neither of you said a word, uncertain and vulnerable and not for one minute regretting a single moment of it.

“For the record,” said Sirius, taking a step backwards as you released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. “What you accidentally sent me earlier tonight-- I feel that way, too.”

Your words caught in your throat and your heart pounded in your chest. You were never good at admitting your feelings-- To someone else, or even yourself. But you’d be damned if you let this opportunity go.

“I make you feel warm and fuzzy and gross inside?”

He barked out a chuckle, the tension in his muscles relaxing ever so slightly. “I’m not sure about the gross part, but yes. I suppose.”

You cracked a smile, letting out a laugh of your own

“You make my heart pound and stomach flutter when I see you,” Sirius said softly, his hand running down the length of your arm to the tips of your fingers. “And, I don’t know about you, but I think that damn well means something.”

You swallowed, all too aware of how your hand felt in his. “I think it means something, too. I think it means that I…”

“Yes?” he pressed, though the look on his face told you he already had the answer.

“It means that I think I like you.”

“You think?”

Your face beet red, you shoved him gently with your shoulder. “I know.”

With a beam on his face, he bent down to give you a brief kiss on the temple. “I like you, too. In case you haven’t figured it out by now.”

After hearing his words and feeling his lips on you, you wanted to jump up and give him the biggest hug you could imagine.

And so you did.

Sirius tensed in surprise before laughing in relief, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“I really like you, actually,” you admitted, voice muffled by his chest. Still, you didn’t want to let go.

“I really like you, too, princess.” Your chest puffed in confidence and he chuckled in amusement. Sirius looked at you with a stare so intense you were certain he was going to kiss you. But as you pursed your lips slightly, he said, “Now, let’s get you ready for bed.”

With your lips still puckered and ready for a kiss, he laced his fingers through yours, pulling you along to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, then to your bedroom down the hall. Sitting down at the edge of your bed with a cup in hand, you watched as Sirius pulled a sleep shirt and shorts from your drawers before he placed them beside you.

“Now, after that glass of water, you’re going to head to your bathroom, wash off your makeup, brush your teeth, and put your pajamas on,” he listed, his eyes trained on you. “Okay?”

You merely nodded, stunned from the admission of your feelings to the sudden change in topic. “Okay.”

As you stood up to head to the bathroom, you paused, whirling around to see him give you a curious look.

“Sirius?” you said quietly.

“Yes, love?”

You held your breath, eyes shutting briefly. “Will you...stay?”

You could hear the smile in his voice when he asked, “Do you want me to?”

“I-- Yes,” you admitted, pulling at a loose thread of your shorts. “But only if you want to--”

“I want to.”

Your heart felt like it stopped beating when you saw the look on Sirius’ face as he caught your twiddling fingers between his steady ones.

“I want you to, also,” you said.

“Good.” He bowed his head and gave you a brief, but firm, kiss on the palm of your hand, smiling when he heard your sharp intake of breath. “Now go get ready for bed. I’ll be here when you get back.”

And he was.

Sirius was there that day, and the day after that when he asked you to be his girlfriend, and the day after that when your friends came to celebrate, and the days following that because--fuck it--he was finally yours. And you were finally his.

And you wouldn’t change it for the world.

That one drunk text message turned out to be the best accident of your life.

:DDDD (That’s my face and all my chins right now.)

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Butterfly [23]

summary Thinking of you.

When autumn finally approached in Konoha, the town seemed to let out a sigh of relief. Old Man Sarutobi made promises of the delicious sweet potatoes that would come from his field soon. People began pulling their heavier blankets and sweaters out of storage. And while it was still hot during the day, the nights brought a hint of the cooler weather to come.

Sakura deflated the plastic pool in her backyard. Actually, Naruto came over to push all the air out of it. And she treated him to ramen for dinner to show her thanks. 

Her phone stayed busy as friends updated her on the start of the figure skating season. The qualifiers for the Junior Grand Prix were already underway. The Challenger series would be starting in a couple weeks. It was a fresh start for all the skaters, with everyone gunning for the top spots. Especially now that she was gone, that opened up a spot on the podium for ladies’ singles events. 

Several publications reached out to her for comments on the upcoming season. She ignored a majority of these emails. But she did respond to a select few, stating that she looked forward to see how all skaters would continue to develop both themselves and the sport as a whole. Her comments were published less than 24 hours later. The fervor with which fans tweeted about her surprised her a little. But it also made her smile to know that she hadn’t been forgotten yet.

The only people in town who seemed to match Sakura’s excitement was the Namikaze family. Every free moment of the day, Naruto was on his phone. He refreshed the ISU’s website obsessively, keeping track of everyone’s scores and rankings. 

“If anyone breaks your records, I’m going to die, Nee-chan,” Naruto told her one day. Sakura rolled her eyes. 

“Then you’re going to die every year. World records get broken all the time. Heck, even I did it a bunch of times,” Sakura replied. 

“11 times,” Naruto reported. 

Sakura eyed him. “I wish you’d apply some of those memorization skills to your schoolwork. Like why can’t you memorize stuff for history that way, Naruto?” she sighed. She had been the witness to Kushina’s nagging when he had gotten a 43 on his last history test.

“No way. Kakashi-sensei’s class sucks,” grumbled Naruto. Kakashi, who had just finished making copies, overheard this. 

“You suck,” Kakashi retorted. And he hit Naruto on the back of the head with the stack of handouts as he walked past.

Rubbing the back of his head, Naruto griped. “That’s abuse! You saw that, right, Nee-chan?” 

“I didn’t see anything,” replied Sakura. 

For Kakashi’s birthday, the teachers surprised him with a party in the faculty room. Shizune baked the cake while Kurenai made Shikamaru and Asuma help her decorate with banners and balloons in bright colors. When he entered, Sakura and Lee doused him with confetti that stuck to his hair and clothes for the rest of his classes. 

Tsunade treated everyone to drinks that night. And Kakashi, extremely hungover the next day, expressed concern that he might not live to see another birthday at this rate. 

And yet a week later, they all found themselves at Genma’s bar again to celebrate Shikamaru’s birthday. Of course, Kiba came out to join them once the clinic closed. And everyone screamed with laughter when he told the story of how he and Shikamaru had gotten their heads stuck in a fence when they were kids. 

“Sakura nearly ripped my head off trying to pull me out,” added Kiba, clapping his hand onto her shoulder. She didn’t respond as she continued to devour all the edamame in front of her. 

“She even cried because she was worried we’d be stuck there forever,” Kiba went on, shaking her a little harder. Shikamaru sipped at his beer, casting wary looks at Sakura, measuring her flat expression. 

“And remember that time I got my tonsils removed and you thought that meant I could never talk again?” 

That was the last straw. Sakura turned and began slapping him on the back and shoulders. He continued to laugh even as he yelped. 

“Nara! Save me!” Kiba whined.

“Die alone, dude. I wanna live,” Shikamaru retorted, cheek in his hand. 

“Some things never change,” sighed Kurenai. She watched with a wistful expression as Sakura caught Kiba by the back of his shirt. Her fingers seized the skin of his upper arm, twisting. He howled. Asuma and Kurenai winced in unison. 

Orochimaru leaned toward Itachi. “Now, don’t be scared, Uchiha-sensei. Inuzuka-kun is the only person I’ve ever seen suffer at Haruno-kun’s hands this way,” he told him.

Sakura looked up. “Right, Orochimaru-sensei? He’s just so annoying!” she agreed. And she dealt Kiba a slap to the back. Kurenai and Asuma winced again. 

“But you love me, Haruno!” Kiba interrupted, who slung his arm over her shoulder again. Scowling, Sakura shoved him away by the cheek. 

“Okay. Since I love you so much, I guess you’ll forgive me if I tell everyone the story of how you accidentally broke into your neighbor’s apartment in college,” Sakura announced. 

The drinks continued to flow as the night went on. Their voices grew louder and louder. Faces turning red, fingers shiny with the oil from the karaage Shizune dropped off from the kitchen. Gaara took advantage of a rowdy moment as Tsunade told a particularly funny story. He crouched down between Shikamaru and Sakura’s chairs. They leaned in to listen to him. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, Nara-sensei. But my son is probably waiting at home with dinner,” Gaara whispered. Shikamaru flapped a hand at him. 

“It’s fine. It’s fine. Go ahead, Sensei,” Shikamaru assured him.

“Yeah. Escape while you can. You don’t want to have to sit through Asuma-sensei’s-” Sakura added, her eyes drifting back out to their coworkers. And to her horror, Asuma had pulled his shirt up and found a marker to draw a hideous face on his stomach. He began dancing around, twisting the face into even more grotesque shapes. Shikamaru put his face in his hand. 

“Well... that. Gross,” Sakura finished. Sighing, she turned back to Gaara.

“Go on. Tell your son we say hi,” Sakura urged him. Grimacing, Gaara made a swift escape under the cover of Asuma’s horrific party trick.  

It wasn’t until Genma kicked them out of the bar that they finally decided to call it a night. Asuma and Kurenai each draped one of Lee’s arms over their shoulders to take him home. Kakashi went with them, waving a noodle-limp arm at Sakura. 

Sakura turned to look at Kiba sitting under a streetlight. He swayed back and forth, hiccuping. Every once in a while, he leaned back, like he might fall over. But he managed to jerk himself back upright each time. 

Hand on her cheek, Sakura sighed. She looked at Itachi and Shikamaru who stood on either side of her. 

“If we leave him here, will he die?” she wondered.

“He might be attacked by a bear,” Itachi suggested. Shikamaru nodded.

“Or a tanuki,” agreed Shikamaru. 

When Sakura turned her head to look at him, Shikamaru scowled. 

“No,” Shikamaru said, refusing to look her in the eyes. Lips puckering together, he shook his head. 

“....Nara...” Sakura uttered. 

His shoulders dropped. He let out the world’s longest sigh before he muttered, “Fine.”

Shikamaru bent down. 

“C’mon, you lump,” he grumbled as he hauled Kiba to his feet. Kiba’s eyes opened. 

“YO! Shikamaruuu! It’s you! Happy birthday, man!” Kiba slurred out, a goofy grin stretching his mouth. Shikamaru looked over his shoulder to glare at Sakura. She blew him a kiss in return. 

“Ugh. Let’s go, you drunkard,” Shikamaru ordered as he pulled Kiba in the direction of his house. 

“Make sure she gets home okay, Uchiha-sensei,” Shikamaru called over his shoulder. 

“Noooo! Tell Sakura-chan to come party with us!” came Kiba’s fading protest. 

“Shut up, man,” Shikamaru retorted. 

As they walked on, their silhouettes and their voices disappeared. 

Sakura looked over at Itachi. He had been badgered into having a few extra drinks by Tsunade. His face was a little rosy, but he was far better off than Kiba was. 

“Shall we go?” suggested Itachi. 

One of Sakura’s favorite things about moving back to the countryside was the quiet. Which she promptly shattered when she tripped over a bump in the road. Itachi managed to grab her hand before she fell face-first into the dirt. Her knee hit the road, but she barely felt the sting.

She opened her mouth to say ‘thank you’. Instead, a laugh spurted out of her. Itachi helped her to her feet. But she grabbed onto his shirt, laughing like she had never laughed before. And that only became funnier when she realized that he was laughing too. 

“You’re drunk,” he chuckled. 

“You are too!” she pointed out. 

His hand closed around her upper arm, setting her the right way on the road. 

“Come on,” he said, pulling her along at a pace that was neither too fast or slow.

“Okay,” she heard herself answer. 

Head spinning with shochu, Sakura watched the stars spin past above her. The sky was a big blue canvas with the diamond stars embedded into the fabric. She wondered if she could get someone to cut her a few yards to make a new skating costume. And that was the last thing that lingered in her memory when she woke up the following morning. 

Sakura sat up in bed, rubbing at the back of her head. The inside of her mouth was dry. Her right knee hurt a little. She rubbed the back of her hand over her cheek. Let her hand flop back into her lap. Smacking her lips, she looked around her room. 

The clothes she had worn yesterday lay in a pile by the door. Drunk Sakura usually had the courtesy to put them in the hamper. But since the hamper was currently overflowing, Sakura wasn’t too annoyed with herself over that. Her phone rested on her nightstand. The screen lit up to let her know that she had unread messages. 

Overall, it was a quiet Saturday morning. Just the chirps of the birds outside her window and the faint hum of the air conditioner running overhead.

As she opened her mouth to yawn, a scream came out instead. Because one extra memory from last night decided to soak back into her brain. 

Standing at her front door, she had grabbed Uchiha Itachi by the face and said, “You know, you’re actually really handsome.”

Sakura threw herself back on the bed, limbs flailing. She threw her pillows on top of her face. And then her covers. Maybe if she suffocated to death, he would completely forget what she had said with her stupid, drunk mouth. 

She called Ino, who generally was less of a mess than she was. And Ino scoffed. 

“You were both drinking that night, right? He probably doesn’t even remember it,” Ino stated. 

Sakura poked her had out of her fortress of blankets and pillows. “You think?” she asked. 

“Yeah. He probably forgot it already. Just chill,” Ino assured her.

“You know, you told me that I was handsome the other day,” Itachi said on Monday. It was in the morning, almost as soon as she set her bags down in the library. 

Sakura covered her face with her hands. 

“You have the wrong person. That wasn’t me,” she responded. 

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure it was someone named Haruno Sakura who said that to me. I hear she works here,” Itachi went on. He took a couple steps toward her, hands in his pockets. Sakura peered through her fingers at him. 

“Yeah, that’s not me. She died,” insisted Sakura. 

She lowered her hands. Because when she had glimpsed his expression between her fingers, he had been smiling- not in a mean way. He still was. 

“Oh. That’s a shame. I wonder what happened,” Itachi sighed. 

“I hear she got eaten by a bear,” Sakura replied in a flat voice. 

“She must have some horrible friends who didn’t walk her home,” quipped Itachi in response. A snort slipped out of her. She tried to cover it up, failing miserably.

Itachi rested his hand on the counter. 

“Now you won’t feel as awkward about it. Right?” he said. 

Sakura didn’t respond. She huffed out an angry breath through her nostrils. It wasn’t like any of this was his fault. But it didn’t stop her from being annoyed.

“Although, I have to be honest with you,” Itachi added. She looked at him. 

“I was very flattered. My heart went just a little doki-doki. I’m not used to being hit on by a celebrity like you,” he uttered in the most serious tone. Biting her lower lip, Sakura turned away from him, arms crossing across her chest.

“You’re smiling,” Itachi guessed.

“No, I’m not,” Sakura insisted as she smiled even harder.

“Man, I wish Haruno Sakura hadn’t been eaten by a bear. She’d never treat me like this,” sighed Itachi. 

She burst into full-bellied laughter.

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Accidentally Married Prefs // Clones x Reader

Background: You and your clone beau were ‘’married’’ for an undercover mission. Now the mission’s over and there’s a bit of a shock. #surprise motha-fucker

Rex:

“What do you mean divorce isn’t legal?” The captain in civilian disguise growled at the protocol droid behind the plastic window of the rundown courthouse on some backwater planet.

“We’re not even citizens of this planet, we just got married and put in a request for a certificate.” You chimed in, the lies rolling off your tongue. The droids eyes flickered over to you. What was meant by “flickering” was that the lights behind the droids ‘eyes’ were starting to go out and flickering on and off. Another example of how this planet was wasting dust rock.

“Irrelevant. Your ceremony was on our land and was officiated through our officials.” The droid answered. The engineer in you wanted to strip it for spare parts, but judging by the look of the rust bucket, there wouldn’t be much.

Rex looked over his shoulder and then back to the droid, “And if I was to slide you a pouch of very shiny credits?”

“Then I would call the authorities.” The droid quipped. Your eyes widened and you pulled Rex away by the bicep.

“Thank you for all your help.” You smiled over exaggeratedly as you drug Rex away. Once out of the shoddy court house, you looked up to the 501st captain. “Well, nothing left to do but call for extraction and sort this out on Coruscant.”

A few hours later in a cantina on the outskirts of town, you watched Rex dejectedly clean his blaster. (The cantina wasn’t exactly a high dollar establishment so it wasn’t like this behavior was out of place.) You frowned, watching him half heartedly scrubbed at the ash around the muzzle of the DC 17 pistol. Laying a hand on top of his, you gave him a joking look.

“C’mon, Captain, try not to look so disappointed. Being married to me won’t be THAT bad. I can cook, clean, I’m moved out of my parents apartment, I’m fairly good looking if I do say so myself. I’m a catch.” You listed out with a joking tone. He offered a laugh (that was more like a loud breath through his nose than an actual laugh) as he lifted his eyes up to yours.

“Oh, believe me, I know, and it’s not that we’re married-believe me, that’s not why I’m distraught.”

“Well, get traught.” You quipped back before continuing, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, why are you distraught?”

Upon hearing your question, his cheeks lit up red along with the top of his ears, once again he averted his eyes to his blaster. “Well, I’ve been getting things together for a long while, and I finally got it all done, all I needed was a quiet day somewhere away from everything, and then this mission happened and ruined my chances at what I was planning.”

You were a little disheartened, what was your boyfriend of a year and a half planning that you had gotten in the way of? Regardless you tried not to let it show. “What were you planning?”

He smiled fondly, “Well, I called in a few favors. Paid a visit to Vanqor, and then made a pit stop to Saleucami to see Cut, managed to scrape up a script…” he paused and reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a small velvet… ring box(?), “I had this, had the paperwork (somehow the general helped me with that one), had all my words chosen, all I needed was you and a good chance to ask you…. but now all that’s gone to waste.”

Half way through his explanation, a realization dawned on you. Nervous excited energy bubbled in your belly, your palms started to sweat, and it was becoming increasingly harder to breath. “Ask away. I’m not stopping you. No time like the present. Right?” You rushed out, eager to see what he had in store.

With a smile, he opened the little velvet box; it revealed a ring. It was simple but still absolutely amazing. A shiny crystal(probably from Vancor) secured into a copper ring, held in place by little copper wires. “It’s not much, and definitely not what you deserve, but it’s the best I could come up with. And I had this elaborate speech. But I don’t need all that now, because we’re already married. I didn’t even have to ask.”

As he explained, he slipped the ring on your left index finger, holding your hand once it was in place. All you could was stare at it, the beautiful stone on your finger. Finally you snapped out of it and launched yourself across the table and into his arms, pecking kisses all over his face. Finally, breaking away from him you clarified, “I would have said yes, no matter when, where, or what ring you did or didn’t have.”

____________________

Kix:

Four months. It had been four months since you and Kix had arrived back from the undercover mission. Four months since the general put in a divorce request for you two. Four months in which Kix was becoming increasingly impatient. Like Rex he was waiting for the opportune moment to ask you to marry him (for realsies this time). But it was hard to ask someone to marry you when you’re already married-especially when you’re already legally married to the person you’re asking!

Finally and the four and a half month mark, the request was processed and answered. When Kix got a hold of the envelope, he felt a burden lift off his shoulders and he got a giddy feeling in his stomach. He immediately commed you to tell you he got it.

When you arrived, you both oohed and ahhed over the rather plain envelope addressed to Mr. and Mrs. (y/l/n). (Using your last name seemed less conspicuous than Fett.) Finally after five minutes of staring at the envelope, you spoke.

“Well open it. I want to be a free woman with my half of the infirmary.” You joked, nudging his shoulder. He laughed and went to open it, gingerly ripping it open and taking out the stacks of paper. He unfolded the papers and began to read.

A few moments later, his jaw dropped and his hands tightened around the paper. “What? What is it?”

He didn’t answer, but the paper was starting to tear under the pressure of his hands. With no response, you pried the paper out of his hands.

“Dear Mr. and Mrs. (y/l/n), I regret to inform you that your divorce request has been denied. Well wishes, the board of marital status.” You mumbled aloud.

“For fucks sake! I can’t wait any longer!” Kix groaned and you snapped your head to him.

“I didn’t realize I was that bad of a wife.” You growled, crumpling the papers into the wastebasket

“No, No, No. that’s not what I meant! It’s just that, well, I guess this is as good of time as ever.” He sighed. He got out of his chair and dropped to a knee and fished out a box from a pouch on his armor’s belt. He opened the box to reveal the ring. A simple band with a small diamond embedded in the silver metal. “I know it’s small and simple, but it can fit under medical gloves and it’s not big enough to be stolen-also all I could afford, but if you’ll take it, maybe you’ll take me as more than just your legal husband.”

“Kix, you’re always enough. Of course!” You cooed letting him slip the little thing on your finger before launching yourself around him.

“Good. Because even if you wanted to, you can’t get away. The Marital status board wouldn’t let you!” He laughed, you just shut him up with a kiss. __________________________

Fives:

“I thought you put in a fake certificate.” You said breathlessly and nervously, looking up at the civvie disguised arc trooper. Searching his eyes, you already knew the answer. He gave you a nervous laugh as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I thought you told me to file a real one.” He confessed. Your jaw drooped.

“Why would I tell you to do that!!” You whisper yelled. “I told you to make sure you DIDN’T do that!”

“Heh.” He fake chuckled, offering a broad smile that was exceedingly difficult to stay mad at.

“Stop that. I’m trying to be mad at you.” You huffed, turning away from him, he could still see you crack a smile. He thought for a moment before cracking

“Meet me at 79’s tomorrow at 8.” With that he left suddenly with you confused.

The next night, you showed up at the clone bar in {insert nice/ going-out outfit here} still confused. It took awhile to find Fives- seeing as he blended in rather well whereas you stuck out like a sore thumb. None of the troopers bothered you though, they all knew you were Fives’ girl.

Finally finding him in a quiet, more private corner, he smiled at the sight of you. “You look gorgeous, babe.”

He didn’t look to shabby himself. Though short, you could tell he combed through his hair and polished up his armor-maybe it was the lighting but he might of touched up the paint on his armor. “You don’t look to bad yourself, soldier.”

After a while, the two of you had been through a round of drinks he took your hand. “At first, I wasn’t all that sure why the marriage certificate was that big of a deal, but then I realized somethings.

“One, you might not even want to marry me.

“Two, every girl deserves to have this special moment.” With that, he slid out of the booth and propped up on one knee. He fished out an inboxed ring and held it out. It was a gold band with five tiny crystals embedded it it.

“As much as I love being married, will you divorce me so I can do it right this time?” He asked as you laughed through happy tears.

“The only time I’ll be happy to breakup with you.” ___________________

Echo:

“So we’re actually married?” The hand-printed arc trooper asked for clarification, staring at the piece of paper in your hand.

“Seems that way.” You shrugged, also gaping at the certificate.

“Well, damn, I don’t even have a ring.” He laughed. “Give me a sec. I can fix this.”

Three seconds later, he reappeared back with a straw wrapper and had detached the hand cover of his armor.

“This is rushed, but since I’m being deployed again tomorrow this is the best I got.” He started as he tied the straw wrapper around you finger. “There’s a ring, but since paper is very short lived, I’m leaving you a piece of my armor. Some of my older brothers in the 212th told me how leaving a piece of armor with your like leaving your life with them. But don’t think of it like that, think of it as a promise that I’ll come back for it assuming you’ll have me.”

With that, he put the plastoid piece in your hand and gently pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“Echo, ring or no ring, I’m yours. And you better come back regardless. I’ll come find you myself if I have too.” You answered, letting him cut you off with a passionate kiss. He only broke away at the sound of his comm chirping.

“I know, sweetheart. I have to go, we’re leaving for the citadel first thing in the morning. I love you.” Though disheartening, he always came back and that was the reality of dating within ranks.

“Be careful. We’ll talk honeymoons when you get back.” With a last kiss and a smirk, Echo left for the citadel. You never did get that honeymoon.

______________ Sorry I’ve been away so long. I’m trying to come back, I promise. I’m in spring break now so that should help!

Up next: (Kix, Fives, and Rex) x Reader with a pregnancy scare.