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eumivrse · 4 months

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HOUSE OF CARDS : nanami kento

summary when nanami catches up to you in kuantan, he vowed to make it up to you for lost time.

warning(s) IMPLIED SHIBUYA INCIDENT SPOILERS!!! i tweaked it from canon obvi, nanami & reader are married, dirty talk, fingering, fem receiving oral, squirting, creampie, breeding, kitchen sex, lots of profanity, some fluff and angst !!

word count 4,435

note manifestation of ‘me and nanami are actually in malaysia rn’. also title inspo from house of cards by bts bc the song is angsty yet it sounds raunchy?!! that’s the intention !!!

“You’re going to hurt your neck sleeping like that.” A familiar voice awoke you from your slight doze, blinking twice to see your husband crouched in front of you.

Tears welled up in your eyes, lips trembling as you clasp your arms around him. Sniffling against his chest, you crumple your hand on his blue button up, a way to convince yourself that this is real.

That he really made it out alive.

“I hate you.” You sob, jabbing at him with light punches. Fellow passengers exiting from their respective flights are staring at you two, but you couldn’t care less when a huge lump in your throat has been removed.

He pats the back of your head, your chin resting on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey. Have you been waiting long?”

This trip has been something you mutually have been anticipating since last year. Your husband had always wanted to visit Malaysia and naturally, you decided that the first time you two will ever go out of the country as a married couple will be here at Kuantan.

Getting your schedules aligned for a 2-week long getaway— well, it wasn’t easy. Working as sorcerers under the jujutsu society doesn’t grant you much vacation time. After all, there’s not enough people to compensate for your absence if the both of you go under the radar for two weeks straight. And it definitely didn’t help that Kento is highly valued as a first grade sorcerer.

Your flight was scheduled for 8:30PM until he got a call saying he was needed at Shibuya urgently even though it has been settled months prior that he will be out of the country by this time. To say that you were livid that they even asked for him doesn’t even begin to describe what you were feeling.

But of course, in his old Kento fashion way, he reassures you, “Go on the flight without me, love. I’ll catch up with you. I promise.” You knew his words were empty— you had an intuition especially since it was an urgent request and people’s lives were already on the line.

It was selfish for you to want him to ignore the calls that night but you knew there was a chance— even if it’s a mere 5% — that he would never be able to catch up with you.

His sweet voice convinced you enough to go on the flight anyways, but the 10 hour flight to Kuantan was the probably worst 10 hours you’ve had to live through in your life. Being on a plane with an empty seat next to you where your husband is supposed to be sitting had you thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts, your heart sunken. You damn near already prepared a eulogy in your head from the thoughts intruding your peace of mind.

It wasn’t until you were waiting at the airport that slumber had overtaken your paranoia and you fell asleep in one of the waiting areas near the boarding terminals, although uneasy.

“Is everything at Shibuya okay now?” You choke, face flushed with heat, eyes streaming with tears that had no sign of stopping any time soon.

“There are problems, but everyone’s fine. I don’t want you to worry about that right now, though.”

He presses a loving kiss on your forehead before parting from the hug and standing up from his knees.

He holds out his hand for you to grab onto. “Let’s go,” he looked so fatigued, but he couldn’t even think about his body crashing down on him when he’s just relieved that he’s able to see you again.

You take his hand, using the back of your free one to wipe your tears away. “Okay.”

It was easy to find out why Kento was dreaming of this place. It was simple, yet the natural scenery was what made it so beautiful. Palm trees swaying along with the wind’s grace, the water in its crystal glory, reflecting onto the sky’s clementine hue, indicating the sun’s time to rise. You took your time to walk through the beach before settling in your rental, waves crashing across the shore far enough that it grazed your ankles.

Kento stood right where the seas met the land, letting his shoes get soaked despite it being completely out of his usual self. He’s very particular about keeping things neat, after all.

You lock your arm around his, gazing up to see him completely immersed with nature, eyes closed and head stretched back towards the sky. The bags under his eyes were apparent under the sun, the corner of his lip slightly upturning into a small smile. It’s not common to see him at such serenity considering he was just at the verge of death hours prior.

“Is everything okay?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“This is everything I’ve ever wanted.” He cherishes, always having an appreciation for the simplest of things. If he could just run away and live here with you, away from the trauma he constantly experiences. He knows that’s not productive and that neither of you would actually approve of it, but he couldn’t care less about technicalities right now.

It’s a good change outside the chaos and turmoil you constantly experience at work and living in the city. The gentle breeze glides past Kento’s hair, and you stay still for a short while, taking advantage of this moment as it’s rare to do so back at home.

The vacation rental you chose was perfect— walking distance from the beach and all the local businesses. The owners even left a welcoming note for the both of you and complimentary slippers to walk around the house in. It’s nothing grand, but you preferred this over a resort to keep things relaxing.

Kento plopped himself down on the couch and you decided you wanted to explore around to find something to eat. The anxiety was eating you from the inside earlier and you swore you would have puked if you ate.

You quickly changed from your previous outfit which reeked of airport air to a sundress you thought would be perfect for the tropical weather. He was dozing off on the couch with his neck craned, arms crossed, face towards the ceiling with his eyes closed, so you sneaked out of the house with quiet footsteps.

You came back just in time to see Kento in the same spot, except shirtless with a towel draped over his head. His damp hair gave you the impression that he had just taken a shower and you realize how long you took outside just to end up back here with a bag of Laksa and rice that you purchased from a nearby canteen.

Although it was safe to say that you got lost.

He was sitting with his elbows propped on his lap, fingers laced together like something was clouding his mind. “Are you hungry?” You ask as you walk across the living room and to the kitchen.

“Not necessarily,” he briefly replies. Exploring the cabinets for some plates, Kento got up from his position and helped you prepare the food by untying the plastic bags and pouring it on bowls. You set the food on the island, taking a step back and almost tripping on his foot, unaware that he was right behind you with utensils in hand.

You giggle and he chuckles while he places the silverware on the counter, one of his hands catching your shoulder. “Careful, love. Forks are no joke if they hit your eye.” You roll your eyes, finding it ironic that he’s so careful with forks knowing he’s seen you fight against things far more dangerous. Turning around, you only notice now that his bare chest is smeared with faint marks that resembled burn scars. It’s not uncommon for him to be wounded, but you always tend to get emotional when you see him hurt.

Concerned, you express your thoughts. “These look serious, are you okay?” You look up to meet his eyes, pursing your lips with the intent to suppress your tears. Trying to stay calm and collected was your way to not make Kento feel bad again, but how could that work when he already knew how you felt from the moment you asked?

He uses the tip of his thumb to catch the tear on your right eye before it even had the chance to trickle down. “I’m more than fine. Ms. Ieri got treated right away, it’s just that some of it is still healing.” His dulcet tone almost immediately made you feel a sense of tranquility as if his voice can make you forget all the problems in this cruel world.

“I’m glad,” you croak.

He leans down, eyes peering down your lips as he whispers gently, “You don’t have to worry about it anymore, okay?” And with that, he kissed you with a hint of longing and zeal, lips sealing onto yours with eagerness to go further. Your body had shifted due to his weight, your lower back hitting the ledge of the island, mouth opening into a small gasp. Kento grabbed that as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside as he curled his hands onto the edge of the counter to sandwich you in between.

Your hands roamed around his back, pulling him in closer that your chests are pressed against each other, tilting your head in intervals all while saliva started to seep out of your mouth from how messy and needy Kento seemed to be. You were tired— he’s tired, but the adrenaline rush of being under pressure for an extensive amount of time allotted you the energy to want something like this.

Kento is hungry, but not in the way you initially assumed.

You nibble on his bottom lip before he pulls away, his face rosy. “The bedroom— we should go there.” It was difficult to be coherent when you’re growing impatient and in heat, hiding the wet spot forming under your pretty little sundress.

He refuses by grabbing onto the back of your thighs and picking you up, placing you on the quartz counter. Your arms are laced around his neck, tucking your lips with enticement at how he was able to pick you up so swiftly when you don’t necessarily consider yourself light. He shakes his head, “I wanna have my food now though.”

Rolling your eyes, you giggle in embarrassment, “You’re a damn tease, Kento.” After all, nothing else could satisfy his cravings and relieve his pent up stress besides you.

He did the honors of lifting your dress up, seeing the huge spot of your arousal apparent on your panties. You hold onto the hem of the garment as he pinches on the garter of your underwear, pulling them down all the way, then letting it fall past your ankle and on the wooden floor. Your cunt glistened with slick already running down the middle of your slit, Kento collecting it with his index and middle finger before spreading it all over your folds. Legs trembling with anticipation, you twitch when he taunts your pussy by inflicting force on your sensitive clit with the tips of his fingers.

You hum, “Are you done playing with me yet?” He slips his fingers under and down where your hole is, pushing them in and letting you adjust around it before kneeling on the floor, so he could be eye-level with your cunt.

He blinks towards you, eyes glued onto yours as he spreads your legs apart with his free hand. “Not playing with you, baby. Just making sure you’ll feel comfortable.” Kento reveres as he pulls his fingers out from your hole to replace it with his tongue. Your upper body leans back as reflex, palms placed on the surface of the counter to keep leverage.

You cry out moans of his name mixed with a few curses as he switches between giving your clit small kisses and licking you all over your dripping pussy. “Fuck, Ken’. You’re making me go crazy…” It also didn’t help that he would look you in the eye periodically as he slides his tongue all along your slit. Just seeing him in between your legs with slick smeared on his cheeks was more than enough to make you cum.

Likewise, Kento’s shorts were starting to feel rigid, his cock rock hard under the tight confines of his clothes. Hell, he feels like he might cum now before he even gets the chance to do anything with it. He takes a pause, teasing your throbbing hole by flicking his index finger against it. He coos, “So beautiful…” Gazing up to meet you eye to eye again as he suctioned his lip against your clit, sucking on it like there’s no tomorrow. He wondered for a moment why he was even dreaming of Kuantan when he already gets the best view in between your legs whenever he wishes to.

One of the spaghetti straps of your dress fell loose on your shoulder, your tit almost peeking through the sorry excuse of a paper thin fabric. You take a chunk of his hair to pull onto as Kento pushes the base of your ass, giving him more allowance to make sure no drop of arousal is left wasted by catching it with his tongue. Heat rushed up to your cheeks as you threw your head back, snapping your eyes shut for a quick second before whimpering his name.

It probably isn’t smart to be so loud when the town is just getting started with their day at 9 in the morning, waking them up with noises you’d only hear at the dead of night. You could only pray that these walls are thick enough to mask the lewd noises from your neighbors.

A puddle of drool and slick pooled right below you as Kento proceeded to shove your thighs apart, not letting them get near each other to keep you wide open. He spits on your cunt, watching his drool drip down your ass while he aligns his fingers back against your hole, slipping them in as he continues to lick your clit.

You suck your breath in, “Kento, please, please, please—! Keep going—“ He had to chuckle in amusement that you’re already so worked up when he’s barely even begun, shoving his fingers in and out of your slippery pussy, far enough that you feel the desperate need to release.

He exhales, keeping his digits in steady speed, “Need you to cum all over my tongue, baby.” That request was a little selfish from his end, rushing you to your orgasm as he plunged his fingers in deep enough that clear liquid projectiled out your hole. You screamed his name while he used his mouth to slurp it all off, giving your clit small little pecks in between to ease you from your release.

His knees were sore as he stood up, coarse hands massaging your inner thighs as you wiped his chin with your thumb. “Are you okay?” He asks, sweeping his hands up to your waist then your shoulders.

“Mhm,” you hum, still trying to catch your breath.

He examines your state, looking you up and down with a smirk on his face. “Was this the dress I picked?” He pinches the loose strap on your shoulder and you nod.

“Yeah, and the one you paid for.” You wink.

He slowly lowers the strap on both sides, letting the dress fall enough for your titties to spill out, nipples all cute and perky. “It looks perfect on you, honey. But do you wanna know something?” He leans in closer to your face, his breath puffing against the tip of your nose.

“Hm?” Your curiosity is piqued, although you were becoming impatient with the growing need of him inside you. You knew he was holding it off as a way to taunt you.

“I think you’d look better with it off.” He whispers cheekily.

You look up with a scrunched face, half out of flattery and the other because of his crassness. “You’re so filthy,” you giggle, but you weren’t going to deny the throb of your pussy when he said those words.

He chuckles with a low gruff before locking his lips with yours, tugging you closer by gripping onto the side of your ass. You hop off the counter for a moment, parting from Kento with bated breath as you frantically shed the rest of your clothes off, leaving you bare. Not being able to get a good view prior, you finally see the tent poking through his shorts.

With a faint voice, you egg him on, “Need your cock inside me, Ken.” Cupping his clothed bulge, you graze your hand in a slow up and down motion, your husband cursing under his breath. You close in the space in between you, lips just right against his neck. “I want your cum shoved deep inside me, wouldn’t you like that too?” With a kiss on the crook of his neck, he could see that smug grin plastered on your face from the corner of his eye. You knew the weight of your words and how much that affects him. If he hadn’t had the self control he could’ve came right here and now.

He seethes, trying his best to save himself from the embarrassment. “Such a dirty girl you are.” When he grabs the back of your thighs, you use that as a gesture to leap back up on the counter, lacing your arms around his neck to keep him near.

You pout, “I learned from the best.”

Kento pulls his shorts down along with his boxers, his fat cock springing out, tip all pink and angry with translucent pre smeared on the surface. Your pupils dilate at the sight even though you’ve seen this in more scenarios than you can begin to imagine. His size has always been intimidating, biting your lip out of anticipation and slight nervousness.

With your legs already wide open, he presses the curve of his cock against your folds, sliding it up and down to warm himself up, his tip poking on your clit. Kento praises, “You’re so pretty,” cupping your cheek as he uses his free hand to align his cock right on your hole, pushing himself inside of you as slowly as possible.

You were squeezing onto him and he watched how your eyes knocked at the back of your head, mouth agape. Your cunt was sucking him in so well, it didn’t take long for him to thrust to the hilt, grunting from how tight you were. “Holding up okay?” He asks, hands wandering from your waist to your boobs, putting pressure on them with his palms to massage you, coaxing you to his size.

Your breath was shaky as you responded with a laugh tinged with an anxious tone, “Yeah… let’s stay like this for a minute.” You felt so full, you swear you could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against your walls.

“Okay, love. Take your time.” He presses a delicate kiss on your forehead. As soon as he flicks his thumbs on your nipples, you tightened around him again followed with a squeal slipping past your lips.

Your arms are still hung around his neck, using that to pull his face closer to yours. You could see every detail of his face from his prominent cheekbones to a few tiny red scratches he probably obtained from his mission earlier. You faintly hum, “I love you so much, Kento.” He smiles at that, his cheeks flaring a light pink tint. “I love you even more, sweetheart.”

A prompt, yet languid kiss closes off any other distance you may have had and you break away not long after just to give him the green light. “I’m ready now.”

Kento pulls his dick out halfway, then takes his sweet time to thrust it back in, testing the waters to make sure he isn’t hurting you. Your thighs tremble as he pulls away even further the second time, to the point where only the tip is inside. Sighing at how hollow you felt, you nearly choked on your gasp when he suddenly stuffed you full of cock.

Your jaw hinged open, Kento holding onto the back of your knees to bend your legs and spread them outwards to resist your urge to clamp them close. He moves his hips in slow, yet deep strokes, his balls pressing up on your ass with each thrust. He keeps your head from falling backwards by grabbing the back of your neck with one of his hands, fingers pressing on the sides. Your cunt was fluttering around him, staring at his face perspiring with sweat from his conscious efforts.

He looks up, meeting your eyes. His damp hair was sticking to his forehead, his bare chest rosy from this heated moment. Your eyes are glazed over, half lidded as if you’re already drunk on his cock. From the moment he sheathed into you, you already knew walking properly wasn’t going to be an option for at least the next day. He praises, “You’re taking me in so well, love. So well…” He places his hand on your tummy, pressing over the soft pudge of your stomach.

You squirm, your lips were moving, but not a word actually came out, just feeble whimpers and moans as drool dribbled from the corner of your lips. The sun was shining a little too brightly across the kitchen window, somehow it felt dirtier to be doing this in broad daylight, let alone in the kitchen. “Wanna…” you start, pausing for a moment when the head of his cock plunged further in your cunt than just a second before. “Fuck, hah— Kiss me—“

It’s not like you gave him a choice anyways when you drew him back in for a sloppy kiss. You were eager, sticking your tongue out for his to swirl around with. He groans into your mouth when he picks up the pace, slamming his cock fast and deep enough that his pelvis would press against your tummy. He grips on the plump of your ass to keep you in place and you wince the rougher he would fuck into you. You teased him by digging your teeth onto his bottom lip, in which he murmured a slurry curse in response.

You were being split in half, the slight curve of his cock making you feel like it’s nudging through your abdominal walls. Kento seemed like the composed one as he kept consistent with the speed of his hips, fast enough to keep you on your toes, but also slow enough so that you aren’t in pain. Although the thoughts running through his mind don't pale in comparison to you.

Kento is fucking obsessed with everything about you. He almost came earlier just eating you out and he hadn’t even been touched at that point yet. The saliva running down your chin, your lashes fluttering as you moan into his mouth — oh god he truly thinks you’re the most precious thing on earth. He felt nothing but guilt making you go through hell by letting you go on the plane with ambiguity if he’ll be safe or not, so this was really the least he could do to make up for it.

You part from him, a thick strand of saliva snapping the connection between the two of you. He curved his cock up enough that it prodded your g-spot and it was obvious he did when you gasped, the sharp stream of air reaching your throat nearly making you cough. “Right there, fuck yes, just like that baby—“ you moan, Kento pounding his cock into you over and over, making sure he hits that spot again until you let loose.

His balls are throbbing with the sole desire to empty inside of you, his cum just sitting on his tip, waiting to fill you full. He grunts, “Want me to cum inside? Hm?” You nod feverishly, curling your upper lip into your lower.

Kento has a bruising grip on your ass that you knew for sure would leave that spot sore after this. He snaps his hips, just waiting for you to release already, adding his thumb on your clit for extra stimulation. Blood rushed through your cheeks as you mewled a soft ‘Kento’ before reaching your high.

He clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “Oh yeah, baby. You feel so fucking good.” Feeling the sudden warmth around him, Kento’s hips stuttered, the compression of your cunt milking him dry. He lazily drew circles on your clit to help you come down from your orgasm and with your arms still locked around him, you pulled him back, his forehead clashing onto yours. “I love you.” You grin meekly.

“I love you more,” he repeats, keeping himself buried inside you, draining all his cum in your pussy ensuring that not a drop is left wasted. You let go of your embrace and he holds your waist as he pulls out, his cock pearled with a mix of your slick and his cum.

White, thick cum leaked out of your hole and Kento plugged his thumb back in your walls to shove it back in. You shiver when he took it out and placed it over your lips, willingly lolling your tongue out to take kitten licks on his finger.

You almost fell to your knees when you stepped off the counter, your husband catching you by the arms. “I don’t think we can go out later.” You laugh the ache off, referring to the fact that you wouldn’t be able to walk.

He holds your hand and kisses the top of your head when you are able to stand up straight. “That’s fine. Let’s just catch up on sleep today.”

“So do you still want that food over there?” You tilt your head towards the Laksa you purchased earlier. Kento takes a glance towards the other side of the counter where it sat and laughs, “Well now that we’ve kicked up our appetites, that’s looking really good right now.” You look at the surface you were just getting fucked on and realize how gross and sticky you feel right now.

“After I take a shower.” You smile with a flustered expression.

“Want me to start you a bath?” He offers, bending down and using his free hand to pick up clothes that were scattered on the floor.

You squeeze his hand, limping in wobbly steps as you lead him to the bathroom. “Only if you’re going with me!”

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coryosbaby · 1 month

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ok I’m listening. Ward gives off step-dad or dads bsf vibes… I don’t make the rules

The thoughts in my head rn don’t do this to me.

18+, MDNI <3

I definitely agree with all of those but I’m also 100% confident that Ward is the definition of the “boyfriend’s dad” trope. Like I can imagine cheating on Rafe with him at family functions..

Some kind of party, maybe. Rafe and you, arguing as per usual behind the scenes, but then Ward sweeps in to comfort you when Rafe storms out after a screaming match upstairs. Ward’s business colleagues are waiting for him, but he’s going to sit next to you on Rafe’s bed and he’s going to give you as much comfort as he can. And as your sniffling into his shoulder, all teary eyed and sad… you can’t help but kiss him !

And oh my god the instant your lips hit his he’s just feral for it. Like doesn’t even gaf. His big hand curling into your hair, and he pushes you down onto the bed before he’s got his head in between your thighs and he’s devouring you like his son can’t. Praising the hell out of you, coming up for air to give you another kiss.

“Fuck, baby, how long has he been deprivin’ you? Sweetest little pussy I’ve tasted in so long.. don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of you, sweetheart.”

Ugh ugh UGH and him easing it inside, his hands gripping your tits while he splits you open from behind. Whimpers spilling out of your lips as he practically folds you in half and puts all his weight on top of you… and when you call him daddy it drives him crazy.

“Oh, honey. I’ve got you, just let me ruin this little pussy. Yeah, yeah, look at how cute you look wrapped around me,” and then he chuckles, breathy against your ear, “Rafe doesn’t know what he’s missin’, huh?”

Brainrot. Absolute brainrot. God I’m a terrible person.

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trsrina · 1 year

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zerobaseone reactions to when you cry

gn reader, fluff, angst idk !! not proofread wc: ~0.99k

jiwoong

- ppl would usually panic seeing someone cry but bro would be so calm

- he just smoothly comes closer and gently pats your back, asking you what’s wrong while staring through your soul with his beautiful eyes

- and then you just continue to cry your ass off even more like he’s so sweet and he just puts your head on his shoulder and stares at you with a small smile and trying to comfort you (which certainly works like his smile omg)

- he would not care if your tears made his shirt wet bc it’s you 😳 ends up cuddling you for the rest of the day and tries to make you happy again

other members under the cut!

zhanghao

- the moment you start crying he would just freeze

- like meanwhile you’re literally bawling he just sits there and spaces out and you’re like wth aren’t you supposed to comfort me

- don’t blame him tho he just doesn’t know how to react like should he hug you or is that too much or should he just leave you alone yk he’s just scared that he makes the wrong move

- but like he can’t just leave you like this so he just buries your face in the crook of his neck and softly whispers words of comfort in your ear

hanbin

-mother

- hanbin is probably the best at comforting people like when you start crying, his mother tendencies just kick in and like suddenly he has a whole pack of tissues, a blanket, your favourite plushy and your comfort movie on the tv

-wraps you up in a blanket and makes you hug your plushy (but you’d much rather hug him anyway) softly wipes away the tears that fell on your cheek and looks at you with concern like his eyebrows furrowed and the corners of his lips downward

- “don’t waste your tears like this. let’s watch a movie and cuddle, alright? i’ll make you feel better.”

matthew

- he would ask so many questions like he’s just so fluffy and cute

- “hey, why are you crying? what’s wrong? are you okay? did you hurt yourself? did someone hurt you? did something bad happen?”

- probably thinks you somehow hurt yourself or smth and starts inspecting you and trying to find where you hurt yourself

- he would be so worried. if you’re sad, he’s sad. his hands would not leave you and he would keep a protective grip on you for the rest of the day

taerae

- would start crying with you like he’s the type to cry whenever someone cries bc he gets emotional, his eyes would start to get slightly teary while he’s wiping away your tears with his hands

- “don’t cry” sniffles “i love you, okay?” sniffles and then it’s your turn to comfort him and trying to make him stop crying but it’s ends up with both of you crying

- hugs you with his chin resting on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist and you guys just stay like that for a while

- ends up playing cute little love songs on his guitar to try to cheer you up

ricky

- when he’s with you, all his walls just break down like he has this cool facade with other people but with you, he isn’t afraid to show his weak and vulnerable side

- won’t hesitate to immediately pull you in his embrace and constantly tells you that he’s here for you while his hand strokes the back of your head, his lips slightly ghosting over your ear

- “i’m here, okay? cry it all out. you’ll be okay,” makes your heart go crazy

- spoils you for the rest of the day (as if he doesn’t spoil you enough already) would not leave your side and makes you stay in bed all day

gyuvin

- his first reaction is to probably make you smile again and that’s his ultimate goal

- he wouldn’t know what to do and starts scrolling through his phone and you’re like are you serious rn but he’s actually trying to show you cute eumppappa pics to make you smile and it somehow works

- would grab your face and inches closer to you like your foreheads touching and just closes his eyes and stays there for a while and you just stop crying

- probably feels really proud of himself for being able to calm you down and make you happy again

gunwook

- would panic like why is his baby crying he doesn’t like it when the person he loves feels pain and starts to pout

- “who or what did this to you? what happened? i will fix it for you, okay? don’t worry.” would try to fight whatever made you cry like homework too hard? does it for you. someone wronged you? would not hesitate to fight them but actually though he is too nice to fight anyone he would probably confront them and scare them away though

- forces you to go to bed and makes you sleep like he would wrap you up with your blanket like a burrito and cuddles you with your face literally buried in his chest

- he’s just so incredibly sweet and the way he cares for you just makes you so happy

yujin

- would not know how to react pt. 2

- he has no experience in comforting anyone and he just awkwardly pats your back barely your back maybe just like the back of your shoulder

- and then he’s like this isn’t working i should do something else probably tries to poke your cheeks and pinch them trying to make you smile

- but you don’t care whether or not his way of comforting made you feel better or not just the mere sight of him makes you feel butterflies and gives you a serotonin boost

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chronicbeans · 1 year

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Wally and a Puppeteer Reader (part 9)

Our sister is a bit of an upsetti spaghetti rn but she's trying her best.

TW: Mentions of Stalking, Obsessive Behavior, Idol Worshipping, Scopophobia/Eye Imagery

🎥 You knock on Angela's door, calling out "Angela... Can I talk to you? If you are too upset right now, I understand... But I am very concerned about something Henry said to me earlier..." Through the door, you hear her shout "Fine! But if you have that creepy puppet with you, leave it outside my room! Its eyes seem to stare into my soul... I can't see how you can stand working with it."

🎥 You step inside, seeing the muted brown walls of her room. Paintings of forests and corner side diners fill the walls, all of which were made by her deceased husband. She hasn't really been able to let him go, which you understand. They were very close. You sit on her bed, next to her. She's curled herself up into a ball, almost like she is trying to protect herself from danger.

🎥"I'm guessing the diary contains a lot of stuff about... him, right? You never really get this upset unless it has to do with Henry's dad. Last time I saw you like this was when the frame to one of his paintings cracked from falling off the wall." You watch as she nods. She sniffles her nose, before looking at you "Yeah. The page it was opened to was... well, the day he died. It was about the accident. I don't know why Henry would want to read about that! I have been trying to hide the specific details from him. He knows his dad passed away, but not how. I wrote about how in that entry... I just feel like he shouldn't know that much until he is a little older and can understand it a bit more, you know?"

🎥 You nod, trying to stay as comforting as possible. You don't really know how to help people out in situations like these, but you try your best. Right now, though, there is a pressing matter at hand. So, you quietly say "I understand... I know now is probably not the best time, but I feel like I have to ask this. Did you tell Henry about my job? Possibly about the letters I have been getting? You know, the ones from..." You trail off as she slowly shakes her head. "No, I haven't. I gave up on telling him the truth about that stupid puppet show after you kept stopping me. The letters shouldn't even be mentioned to him, in my opinion. A little kid shouldn't be burdened with the knowledge that a family member is being harassed and stalked! Why do you ask? Did he say something about it?"

🎥 You nod, before explaining what he said to you about Wally. About how Wally, according to Henry, spoke to him about you being a puppeteer and said things similar to the letters you have been getting. You finish it off by saying "I know it might sound a bit crazy, but look... I'm desperate for answers here. What if it's the puppet that's after me? You didn't tell Henry about any of that and I certainly didn't. I don't know, I might just be going crazy..."

🎥 Angela holds her hand up to stop you. Once you are quiet, she takes a shakey breath, then says "I HATE puppets... If you are right, this is something right outta my worst nightmare. I'm just going to roll with what you said, though, because it does seem very shady." She then looks down at her lap, before continuing "I mean, I do feel like I was a little harsh on Henry. He has never done anything like going through my room or reading my diary, before. It just doesn't seem like him to do that sorta thing. I should go say sorry. I'll talk to you in a little bit."

🎥 With that, Angela stands and leaves the room. You decide to go, too, and check on Wally. However, when you check where you left him, you find that he isn't there. A chill rushes up your spine as you walk around the house, searching for him. Eventually, however, you hear a little yelping noise, before some thumping by the kitchen. It sounds a bit like something falling...

🎥 You rush over, seeing that the basement door by the backdoor of the house is wide open. In the darkness of the basement, you hear a little "scuttle, scuttle" noise against the concrete floor. You flick on the lights and, at the bottom of the stairs, you see Wally lying flat on his face.

🎥 You slowly step downstairs, keeping your eyes locked on the puppet, before you find yourself at the bottom of the stairs. Angela and Henry are both still upstairs. You can tell because Henry is very loud when he is upset, so you can hear him crying from all the way down in the basement. So, someone must've brought Wally here, or if he IS alive, he must've walked down here on his own... Or fell... He does look like he fell down the stairs. His legs are all twisted, along with his arms...

🎥 You grab him, a bit harsher than you did the last few times you have grabbed him. Then, you march upstairs and place him on the couch. Then, you wrap him up in a blanket, tightly, as you say "Now, I don't know what is going on here... But you keep moving. Maybe that will help..." Then, you tie a knot tightly in the blanket, intending for it to keep him still. You don't have high hopes that it will, but at least it is something.

#welcome home #wally darling x reader #wally darling #welcome home arg

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thotsforvillainrights · 3 months

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Hii having a weird time mentally rn. May I request Tomura, Spinner, and Setsuno's reaction to reader suddenly tearing up while cuddling just because they feel so loved? That's all they've ever wanted and they're just so happy to be with their partner

(Hey Anon, although I don't know what you're personally going through, I sincerely hope it gets better for you. I'm also going through a little mentally as well. Hope this post helps to at least take your mind off things for a bit. Much love)

~Tomura/Spinner/Setsuno SO tearing up during cuddles~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

-If you're quiet about it then he likely doesn't notice you're tearing up at first. If you're VERY quiet about it then you can go a very long time until he at least begins to notice the moisture from your tears seeping through the fabric of his old grey sleeping shirt. He probably jolts out of his stupor and looks down to see the wet spot on the fabric. He squints and then turns his attention on you. The jig is up when he asks "why the hell you crying" in a fully concerned, raspy voice. You admit to him it's because you feel so loved when he's with you. Also that you feel warm and safe in his arms and you love him so dearly. He rolls his eyes at the sentiment and water works but his heart denies him as it's beating out of his chest at the idea of being so loved by one person. "Shut up and go to bed" sounds gruff but you understand exactly what he feels about you when he kisses your forehead so gently and begins stroking your upper back until you drift off to sleep in his arms. Had you been more tired then you might not have caught his quiet whispering back: "I love you too."

-Spinner is probably holding you while playing on his phone and hoping you get some rest. You're a night owl lately so he's been worried about you not getting enough sleep and not feeling fully like yourself. His heart drops when he feels your grip tighten on his chest and he looks down to see teary e/c eyes looking back up at him. "Y/N what's up with you???" His panic will only intensify by the second if you don't speak up here soon. "Nothing Shuichi, it's just...well I'm thankful for you and the love you give me is all I've ever wanted." Great, now he has no idea what to say that could live up to that! Finally after taking some time to think about it, he's come up with a response to your words. He smiles softly and pulls you closer into the warmth of his clothed chest. You inhale the faint scent of the new soap he'd been fond of, and you listen carefully at his quiet voice. "Y/N, I love you so much more than you can ever imagine you know. It's a little crazy for me to even think someone accepts me the way that you do...that someone loves me the way you do. If I started to express now just how much you mean to me then I wouldn't be done until many years from now. More directly to say, I'd be dead before I could touch the tip of the iceberg about how much you mean to me. Y/N, you're my everything."

-As soon as he hears the slightest sniffle, he jolts up and turns on the bedside lamp to get a good look at you. "Oh, oh no. Y/N are you okay?" You smile sheepishly and sniffle once more, reaching up to run your watery eyes. He beats you to it and gently swipes away the tears that ran down your cheeks. "Don't do that, you're starting to make me cry too." He says softly and you laugh. "Sorry Toya. It's just that I was thinking real hard about how I'm just so happy to be with you. I mean, you make me beyond happy and I love you so much." You're words weigh heavy on him and before he knows it, his eyes are now teary too. "Awww shit, now you've gone and done it." He sniffles and pulls you into a tight hug. "I love you so much Y/N. It drives me crazy sometimes haha!" You return the hug and smile widely into his chest while he begins to rock the two of you. After a while of rocking, you both slowly find yourselves settling once more into the plush comfort of your bedding. Drifting off and dreaming of each other as lovers often do.

#fluff at midnight #im right on time #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #toya setsuno #tomura shigaraki #shuichi iguchi #headcanons

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kiskisur · 8 months

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Hihii, I just read the Childe x Pierro’s son! Reader

I was wondering if I could request a somewhat angstier version based on Rewrite the Stars?

like reader is immortal while Childe isn’t as well as the situation they’re in due to their positions?

we're not meant to be..

warnings: angst, male!reader x childe, reader is referred as [name], no specific pronouns, (name) is pierro's son, childe died 🥰

note: omfg this is- HELP 😭😭 honestly I don't know if you're referring to something (which I do not know) or it's the song so I'll guess the song? If not please do tell me <3 I'd fix it right away!

edited note: I'm a lot sleepy than usual rn so maybe there's some incorrect things but like slayed ig

IMPORTANT <- must read

there was always this ginger guy who admired you, eyeing you whenever he had the chance and always tried to excuse his way just to get close to you.

you liked him but the thing is.. you're not meant to be.

giggles and laughs could be heard from the distance, approaching childe spotted you with someone and smiled

"well if it isn't my babes!" he whistled, walking towards you and the person who was now shocked to see the 11th fatui harbinger himself.

"what do you want, childe?" you hum in response when he stepped behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"oh come onn.. is it bad to see the love of my life?" he teased, his voice dropping to a seductive tone before chuckling and smiling widely. "besides, your father told me to give you this~"

he handed you a small piece of paper causing you to giggle and take the letter, opening it you saw a small piece of flower inside with a letter

"another mission.." you let out a frustrated sigh, noticing childe pressed his body against yours, a smirk plastered in his face

"I meann.. I can help you relieve some stress if you wanna, I am good at fucki-" he was cut off by you throwing the paper on his paper and hurrying away causing him to laugh and chase after you "get back here, (name)!!"

tears fill your eyes, shaking your head while you try to stop the blood from spilling out of his large wound

"no! you'll survive I know it! please, please don't leave me!" you yelled, frowning your eyebrows and sniffling as he coughed out and reached out to your face

"hey don't c-cry, (name). please you know I don't like that.." he spoke softly, his eyes teary as he tried his best to reassure you and not make you cry again.

"are you fucking crazy, tartaglia!?" he let out a small chuckle, shrugging before his knees weakened and fell to the ground, making you kneel down immediately and place his head on your lap

"don't leave me, please.. I-I can't live without you." you whisper, stroking his hair before sobbing and staring at his eyes

his heart shattered seeing you cry because of him, looking away and coughing out blood before he caressed your cheeks and shook his head

"I'm not leaving, I never will. but please.. can I ask a question..?" he smiled, his eyes half lidded staring back at your sobbing mess

you nod, wiping the tears off your face while he continued to caress your cheek lovingly "tell me. do you really love me?"

you tried your best not to break down, hiccuping and sniffling before you nodded again "I always loved you from the first time I met you.. you know we can't be together."

he sighed in relief, letting go of your cheek as he looked up at the sky with his eyes full of tears "do me one favor.. give this to teucer"

he reached out in his pocket and showed you a toy car, holding your hand and placing it in your palm. "If he ever tries to find me give this to him, please.."

he smiled once again, brushing the hair that was on your face away to get a better look of you.

"you know, you're.. gorgeous" you let out a small breathless laugh between your sobs, leaning to his touch and smiling softly "you always say that"

"It's true though, thank you a lot (name).." he whispered, closing his eyes and suddenly everything around you stopped.

you stare at his lifeless body, reaching out with hopes to feel the familiar comforting warmth that gives you butterflies only to receive coldness.

he's gone.

hundreds of years past and you still weren't able to move on from childe dying in your arms, sitting down on the same chair childe sat in while having a meeting with the harbingers

"we have a new member with us today, I wish you guys would be respectful and NOT scare them away." your father, pierro spoke. glancing at you before you scoffed and crossed your arms with a frown

"what's the point of having new member when they wouldn't even last a week? it's just pathetic!" you spat, standing up before pierro could protest and walked off

"hello?" you stop.

you turn around to find a familiar ginger haired guy, staring at you with his dull blue eyes before waving and smiling

"t-tartaglia..?" you stutter, walking towards him and reaching out to touch his cheeks as tears filled your eyes

"I'm sorry, who's tartaglia?"

#♡ ;; kiskisur !#amab reader #x male reader #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #x bottom male reader #x ftm reader #𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ works ~#genshin childe #genshin childe x male reader #genshin childe x reader #genshin childe x ftm reader #genshin childe x male reader angst #I'm so sleepy rn

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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josette blurb idea!! a fluffy one where they've been touring for a while and starting miss their partner

everyone has been on a jo kick lately and im living for it!!!

jo gives me the vibe that they are goofy to a fault, like even if they are missing you, you never worry too much because they're always answering the phone with a big smile and wide eyes, "hi baby!!!" or "babe!" just very animated and lovely and cute.

but even after a while, bc we know... muna be booking rn, jo starts to get a little tired, starts missing home just a little more than usual, really misses the mundane routines that y'all have but tries to put on a brave face.

maybe this is when katie, jo, and noami all have colds (i wrote a naomi mini fic based on this) and jo is just really going through it. they are all separated in their own rooms bc sick :( and josette just feels very lonely and wants nothing more than to be in bed with you and have you tickle their back and do a face mask and lay chest to chest just looking at each other (thinking about this makes me want to crawl into a hole i need them)

so you get the phone call, you know they're not feeling well but jo just sounds so sad and you hate it. you're curled up in bed, switching to facetime to see your partner (who looks so cute when they're sick) who's just frowning and all sniffly. the smallest and least animated "i miss you so much" comes out of jo and it makes you want to throw yourself across the country and into their bed because how tf is Jo so cute and so needy and you're not even there to comfort them.

"baby" you say pouting and jo just sighs, so soft and tired and you're tempted to hop on a flight right now because your partner needs you.

"if you don't come visit soon I'm going to go crazy, can we...please figure this out," jo asks desperately.

"let me ask if anyone can watch bleu," you respond biting your lip, and jo is nodding along, holding back tears, because yes you can't just abandon your fur baby so jo is sniffling, avoiding eye contact. "how about i see if your family can watch him and then i'll text franki," you suggest and an hour later jo is half asleep, high on nyquil but you've got a flight for tomorrow night to whichever city jo is in this week and a smile is finally reappearing on their face.

"i love you so much," jo is whispering, ready to pass out and you're just smiling, blowing a kiss at them before falling asleep on facetime with one another:(

#anon cutie #josette maskin x reader #josette maskin blurbs #muna blurbs #gingy's blurb night #okay i might redo this one idk how i feel about it

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silverynight · 1 year

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Tanjirou coming home late from a mission, where he's been up for multiple days and hadn't eaten much. It's late at night and no one's awake when he makes it back to the estate, so he sets Nezuko down and goes to the bathroom to bathe....he finishes up, drying his hair, and somehow falls asleep with his head on the counter, sitting in a chair, towel over his head. Flash forward to the next day where everyone is like? Nezuko is back? But Tanjirou is not?! Nezuko can't even sense him (he's out cold😂)

The Hashira hear this? They start FREAKING out. "Where was he last?" Shinobu asks, Sanemi cursing as he paces. Nezuko is teary eyed, humming as she points behind her, indicating their room.

"Did he go out?" Tengen asks.

"Why would he go out again?" Muichiro questions, raising a brow slightly.

Before they can keep arguing Tanjirou walks out to head to the kitchen, in his pajamas, red in the face and rubbing his eyes. His hair is absolutely CRAZY rn because he fell asleep with it towel dried (tho it looks so cute and messy!)

"Tanjirou! Dear, where were you?!" Shinobu calls, making Tanjirou look to them.

Tanjirou blushes even more, though some of the blush is obviously from a slight cold. "Oh, I'm sorry! I fell asleep in the bathroom. Sorry Nezuko!" He says, his voice a little congested as he smiles at Nezuko. Nezuko only huffs, sniffling softly. "Did you need something?" Tanjirou asks sweetly, head tilted....and stomach growling. Poor boy😂

He looks adorable and it's absolute chaos around because Giyuu has already picked him up to take him to one of the rooms, Mitsuri and Kyojuro are bringing food and tea and Shinobu gets medicine for the cold Tanjirou caught.

The others are warning everyone around not to bother them because they'll take care of Tanjirou; the redhead assures them there's no need, but they're desperate to spend time with him.

Aoi is rolling her eyes, but decides that it's going to keep them occupied and away from her so that's good.

#demon slayer #anonymous #asks #ask silverynight

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snippy-tano · 1 year

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Hi there! I absolutely adore your writing it makes me smile everytime you post something new and brightens my day... that being said I'm going through a tough time rn and was just asking if you could write something comforting with any clone really ( I literally love them all 😅).

Wow it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’ve been crazy busy and time kinda got away from me. I’ve still been writing, just other things. But for some reason, I just decided to revisit some of these asks and then this happened. I’m not sure where it came from, maybe I just needed to hear something like this and it all just came out. I’m not sure why I picked Fives either, he just seemed like the only choice for this. I hope that’s alright.

Either way, I hope you enjoy this anon! I hope this helps makes things easier and makes you smile. Things will get better. It may not be right away, but they will. I believe they will. :))

((there wasn’t a specific song I had in mind when I was writing this, but after the fact this song came on shuffle and I think it was meant to be. I’ve linked it here, but it doesn’t have to played while reading. I just think it fits and it’s where the name of the one-shot comes from. Just make sure you turn on subtitles if you want to know the lyrics :) ))

Masterlist is here.

Taglist is here.

Tagging: @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @marvel-starwars-nerd @mackstrut @dissapointingpancake @ahsokatano-thetogruta @welcometothepedroverse @lightning-wolffe @fractiouskat @mandaloriandin @lussyyung @lowkeyodinsong @Str-wrs-fics @bantha-shit @badbatch-simp24 @katelynnwrites @s1st3r @leotatombs @torchbearerkyle @rain-on-kamino @the-navistar-carol @bombshe77 @lucyysthings

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Lonely St.

For the first time in almost 12 hours, you stepped out of the makeshift med tent.

Every breath you took felt like a monumental effort and your very bones ached. Your hands trembled slightly as you rested your hands on your hips. You let your eyes fall shut and your face tip up to the dark sky.

You took a shuddering breath, feeling yourself sway slightly. You forced your eyes open as you glanced around. Most of the camp was quiet, save for the tent behind you.

The sight of your stained hands drew your attention downward. Your stomach turned as you looked away. Your feet followed suit and soon you were stumbling towards the nearby showers. Your boots sunk into the mud with every step, making your legs ache with every step.

You finally stumbled into the empty showers and turned on the water, picking up a small dry rag and scrubbing violently at your hands. You sniffled as you used more force than was probably necessary, trying to rid yourself of the physical reminder of your terrible shift.

After what felt like hours of scrubbing, you stopped, seeing the skin of your hands and arms had been rubbed raw. The water turned off and you brushed a hand under your eyes. You shook out your hands and ringed out the damp rag. With another sniffle, you turned and headed for the medic barracks.

You didn’t pass many others on your way, after all, it was the middle of the night. Your fellow medics had practically kicked you out of the tent, despite your protests. Even though you were beyond exhausted, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to sleep and would much rather be productive. But you’d been kicked out, probably rightfully so.

The walk was a long one, but the quiet was nice. After spending hours in a high stakes situation, the silence was almost deafening.

Your eyes began to burn and you quickly bit down hard on your lip.

No. You were not going to cry.

Not here.

Not now.

Your nails dug into your palms, causing you to wince slightly. You couldn’t reach your bunk fast enough. All you wanted to be was alone.

But the sound of your name from to your left halted everything.

You instinctively turn, surprise evident on your face as you face the equally surprised Fives.

He looked just as tired as you were, dirt covering his armor and face. Even though it was late, you could clearly see the deep circles under his eyes.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked quietly, taking a step closer.

“Uh- I uh-“

You thought hard, eyes squinting as you tried to remember what you were doing.

Fives called your name again and you swallowed thickly. “I just got off, so I’m uh, heading to my bunk to get an hour or so of sleep before I go back.”

Fives sighed. “You need more sleep than that.”

Your jaw clenched painfully. “I'm fine. You should rest. I’ll see you at breakfast.”

“Woah hey.” Fives said, reaching for you as you tensed. “You okay?”

It took you far too long to spit out a yes and he noticed.

The ARC trooper sighed again before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Come on. I’ll walk you.”

You tried to push him off, but after such a long day your effort didn’t have any effect. Eventually you gave up and let Fives steer you towards the makeshift medic barracks.

He held the flap of the tent open for you and you ducked inside quickly, noting that it was mostly empty. You headed immediately for your bunk in the back corner and dug out your small bag from underneath. When you looked up, Fives was nowhere to be seen.

You tried not to be disappointed.

Without letting yourself think about it too much, you quickly changed out of your soiled uniform and pulled on something clean and more suitable for sleeping. It wasn’t warm enough, not by a long shot, but it was better than nothing.

You were just hanging up your uniform when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye. You looked up to see Fives had returned.

He moved quietly, careful not to disturb anyone else. As he got closer, you could see he had washed the dirt off his face and was carrying a small bundle of fabric in his hands. You watched with narrowed eyes as he stopped beside you, bending down to whisper quietly in your ear.

“Climb in, I’ll be right there.”

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest. “Wha-“

“Hurry up. It’s kriffing cold.”

A shiver wracked your body and you were moving before you could protest further, crawling under the flimsy blanket in your bunk. You pulled the covers close under your chin and glanced over at Fives as he quickly took off his armor, without making much of a sound.

The light was minimal, but the light of the two moons peeking through the cracks of the tent bathed him in a soft light.

You’d become close with Fives not long after arriving as a medic. At first you didn’t really talk with anyone else, sat alone in the mess aboard the Resolute, preferred to just go about your duties and not get attached. But Fives had plopped right down across from you at one lunch and never looked back. On the surface, you two were totally different. On paper it didn’t make sense.

But you couldn’t imagine your life without him. He made you smile on days when you needed it the most. He always seemed to be able to read your mind, much like tonight. You didn’t want to bother anyone and planned on coming back to your bunk to lay in silence for an hour and then go back to work. You didn’t want to sleep. You didn’t think you could.

But somehow, Fives just knew.

He knew what you needed the most was someone to keep you company.

Yes you preferred to be alone, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be lonely.

Especially on a night like this.

Fives piled his armor in a small bunch against the wall of the tent, tossing part of the fabric bundle at your feet. You buried your face into your pillow, cheeks warming as he grabbed the back of his blacks and pulled it over his head.

Now was not the time for this.

There was some shuffling and you looked up to see Fives spreading another thin blanket over you. Then he motioned with his hand.

“Come on, scoot over.”

“But-“

“Move before I just lay on top of you.”

If your face wasn’t burning before, it definitely was now. But you did move quickly, scooting to the very edge of the incredibly small bunk, facing away from where Fives was moving. There was a brief moment when the blankets shifted that you felt a rush of cold air, but it dissipated quickly and was immediately replaced by nothing but warmth.

You squeezed your eyes shut tight, feeling the bed shift as Fives got himself comfortable. Well as comfortable as he could be crammed on a bunk meant only for barely one person.

Sleep. Come on, just karking fall asleep already.

You were trying your hardest to will yourself to fall asleep, but nothing was working.

You were jolted out of your spiraling thoughts when you felt an arm snake around your waist and pull you backwards. Your eyes snapped open and you tensed.

“Relax.”

“Fives-“

“I said relax. Just go to sleep okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

His breath at your ear did nothing to calm you down, nor did the way his feet tangled with yours. Despite him telling you to relax, you just couldn’t seem to do it.

His arm tightened and you felt him press his lips to your hairline, speaking softly. “Please. Get some rest.”

All at once, the fight in you left in an instant. Your eyes burned and you curled in on yourself, or tried to. Fives seemed to anticipate this and held on tighter, not letting you push away.

“It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere.”

You slumped against him and grabbed onto his hand, holding on for dear life as the day's events caught up with you. Fives never once let go and continued to whisper quietly to you.

Eventually, you must have dozed off because you awoke to sunlight streaming through the crack in the tent. The tent was still quiet and nearly empty, but you could hear the camp waking up outside. You rubbed a hand against your face and let out a breath.

There was a grunt from behind you and you tensed as the arm around you tightened. The events from the night before came rushing back and you felt a blush spread across your face at the thought of spending the night with your best friend that you probably, most likely had developing feelings for.

Now would be a great time to get out of here.

You started to move, only for Fives to clamp down even harder. His forehead thumped against your head as his nose brushed the skin of your shoulder.

“Five more minutes.”

You relented, knowing that when it came to sleep, Fives didn’t mess around and if he wanted to stay, you weren’t going anywhere.

He drifted back off behind you and you took the time to think back on the day before. It had been a hard day, one of the hardest you’ve had in a long time. And it would continue to be hard for a while. But you’d get through it. You had to. So you would.

A few minutes later, Fives began to stir. He sighed deeply, pulling himself even closer, despite you thinking that wasn’t possible.

“Mornin’” he rasped and you laughed lightly.

“Good morning.”

“Feeling better?”

You sighed. “Yeah. I am.”

He grunted in response. “Good.”

“We really need to get up Fives.”

“No we don’t.”

“Yes we do.”

“No. I’m an ARC trooper, I can do what I want.”

You snorted before checking your small watch. “Alright fine but I need to get up. My shift starts soon.”

“No you don’t. I forbade it.”

You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face at his whining. Fives must have noticed because you could feel him smile too as his nose brushed the underside of your jaw.

“Fine but don’t say I didn’t try.”

Your smile faded slightly. “Thank you Fives.”

“Hmm, for what?”

You rolled your eyes. “For last night. I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

He hummed softly. “Anytime. Seriously though. I slept great so I want to do it again.”

Your face warmed and you gave him a playful shove. He laughed quietly, squeezing just a bit tighter. He shifted abruptly and you turned to see him hovering above you. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest. His eyes searched your face and you felt totally frozen.

Then he leaned down and your eyes fluttered closed without thinking. His lips pressed against your forehead and you let out the breath you had been holding. He pulled back slightly, but still lingered for a moment. Your hands fisted in his blacks, wondering if you should just forget about your shift just to spend a few more moments here, right now.

Fives pulled back before you could act on that impulse. You opened your eyes and he smiled at you. You smiled back and then he was moving, standing up and stretching.

You flopped back down against the pillow, watching as he gathered up his armor and began putting it on. He sat down on the edge of the bed and began clicking his leg armor on. He stole a glance behind and poked at your leg.

“Come on, we’re both going to be late.”

You gave him another shove before climbing out of bed yourself. Together you got ready with hushed whispers and quiet laughs.

And yesterday’s troubles slowly eased and were replaced by nothing but warmth and him.

You knew that days like yesterday were only going to get more frequent and more intense. And you didn’t know what this was with Fives. But those dark days didn’t seem all that scary when he was smiling at you. Those days wouldn’t haunt you as much as long as he stayed by your side.

Your future was uncertain.

But as long as Fives was there, you knew you’d not only survive, but live.

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