#sorry reader just gon have to figure out she like girls some other way cause she never kissing riri

[inmyheadimobsessed]

HAKEEM AND RIRI ARE LITERALLY BESTIES WTF WHY AM I DOING THIS TO THEM??? MY CHEST JUST CAVED IN THINKING BOUT HOW THIS SERIES FINNA END AHHHHHH I CANT DO THIS TO THEM ABORT MISSION MORE THAN I SHOULD IS CANCELLED!! DISCONTINUING THIS FIC SORRY I CANT DO IT😭😭😭😭

[theficplug]

ll 𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 ll

Yahya x Black Reader

{a little malcolm & marie loosely, not so loosely inspired fic and after seeing a few things from Yahya. I’ve decided to write this.}

Warnings: none, i think ? possible tw: the brief mention of abandonment issues

Yahya was already padding through your shared cozy modern loft. 

His “good shoes'' as he calls them, long forgotten by the welcome mat.

 He headed straight to the kitchen to reheat leftovers from the Valentine's Day dinner you prepared for him last night. 

“Hors d'oeuvres weren't cutting it baby. And it was dry as hell.” he says jokingly as he turns on the Alexa. 

All Night by Beyonce plays softly in the background.

“What’s with you? You’ve barely said two words since we’ve gotten back from the event. You mad?” he asks slinging the blazer over the counter and kicking back against it. 

"I'm not angry Yahya. I want to take this tight ass dress off, have a warm shower , and go to bed. Can I do that in peace? " You say to him as you kick off the heels and make your way to the bedroom.

He was right on your trails as he followed you in and crossed his arms. 

“You looked beautiful tonight. Look at you.” he compliments 

The day of love was supposed to be just that but it felt like it was veering towards the opposite end of the spectrum. You take off your ears placing them in the jewelry holder carefully before sighing and kicking off your heels next. 

Yahya reassured you that he’d be home for Valentines Day but instead chose to take the last minute wrap dinner with his castmates and talk with the producers of his current project to secure the role on the next. 

You were more than happy for your man after busting his ass and finally securing a major role in the reboot of Candy Man and the newest male lead in his upcoming show. You truly were but it seemed as though for a while now he held no space for you in his chaotic world. 

You could feel Yahya eyeing you down as you silently, apart from the occasional huffing and puffy or mumbling little words to yourself. 

Yahya stands in the doorway of your bedroom watching you angrily snatch the clothes from the floor and set them aside before unzipping your dress. 

He frowns for a second before loosening his tie and contemplating walking over to you and helping you. After unzipping your cherry coloured silk gown the rest of the way his hands caresses slowly from your hips to your back, up your arms and finally settle on your shoulders. Yahya moves your hair curls to the side for a second placing soft kisses on to your neck. 

His hands already pulling at the end of your dress to your waist letting his hands wander 

He gazes at you for a moment noticing that the stoic expression is still etched across your face. 

"So you just gon’ be silent with me the whole night? No congratulatory kisses for your man."

“For.” kiss. “Your.” kiss. “Man.” kiss. 

 He whispers again against your neck and you move his hands off of you gently. 

"What’s up with you?" He asks again this time his voice laced with confusion as he tries to figure out why you've been acting this way since you left the event and the restaurant. 

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. I'm just tired. I ended up working all day yesterday since you didn’t come home and now I just want to relax and sleep." You reply before stripping down to just your stockings and grabbing your shower gels and caddy. 

"How am I supposed to fix whatever is going on here if you're going to act like this? What's wrong with you?" He asks again this time a little more concerned with the way you brushed him off. 

"What's wrong with me? Hmmm, Let's see, I've had to take care of our home and its repairs by myself for the past 8 months. I feel like I’m in a relationship by myself most days. And my fiance drives me to yet another fucking cast dinner . Where he fails to put his castmate in her place when she was clearly flirting with him right in front of his fiancee." You unload and Yahya whips his head around at you to process all  of your words. 

He cocks his head to the side before scoffing at your accusations. 

"So, instead of telling me how you felt you’d rather fucking explode on me on tonight of all nights. When I’ve just landed a record breaking 6 season extension and approval from Netflix. Who basically has the film industry by it’s balls right now. I’m not a mind reader. Baby, I didn’t know that she was going to say all of that. I was trying to be professional and let her make a fool of herself all on her own." He replies and you walk in the bathroom to put all of your things on the counter.

“Oh, I picked you because I knew we would drive the fans absolutely freaking wild. You know we’re just hot and have that chemistry on and off camera to make it you know like, work. Love scenes are easy to portray when you’ve got a man like Yah as your scene partner.” you mock her nasally and obnoxious tone as you pucker your lips mimicking her stiff lip fillers. 

"You never do Yahya. Nothing’s ever your fault! The waitress that asked if you could bench press her. The random woman holding onto your arm at the “celebratory dinner” in Denmark. I saw the pictures. You can have your head tossed back laughing hysterically with her but you can't even pick up the phone and see how your fiancee is holding up in the first winter without you here.`` 

"That’s not fair. It was dinner. The director’s daughter.  A dinner that he attended too. What do you want me to say? "No I'll  sit this one out because my girl doesn't want me to talk to other people because she still hasn't learned to deal with her insecurities and projects them onto everything I do"." he retorts and you stare him in the eye before tears well in yours. 

The silence falls over both of you as you stare him down. He was really standing here bringing out things you've told him during past pillow talks. 

You stare at each other in the mirror and he immediately  wraps his arms around you to apologize and kiss all over your shoulder and face. 

"No, You tell them that I can count on one hand how many months out of the year we spent together last year. You tell them that my girl had to spend Christmas watching everyone else get loved on and share the holiday cheer while I got to watch you skii over facetime. You tell them my girl made a beautiful steak dinner last night and got me tickets to watch my favourite fucking team for VaIentine’s Day, but I’d rather spend it talk about an old white guy’s scripts. I thought about breaking up with you around Thanksgiving before you came home. I blamed it on the distance, you know. I just felt that way because I only ever got to see you over facetime for what seemed like an hour or 2 a day. I said that when you came home everything would be okay again. I think that I may have been wrong. There’s two people in this relationship. But I also feel as though I may be holding onto something that's just not there." you tell him before grabbing your things out of his hands and stepping into the shower. 

Yahya swallowed hard and looked down at you for a moment, his jaw going slack for a second but his pride not letting him admit that he may have been in the wrong. 

"You didn’t tell me none of this. When I call you and I ask you how are you feeling? You always say it’s fine , it’s fine, everything’s fine. I mean we knew the kind of lives we lived when we got on this ride together. You traveled. I traveled. We traveled together. That’s how it was until you decided that acting wasn’t for you. I’m not abandoning you bae. That’s not what’s happening here." Yahya explains as he starts his skincare routine.

You let the warm water wash over you and the coils of your hair as you peel off the lashes and let out a long sigh.

Yahyah knew that one of your things was that you didn’t want to feel like a burden or to feel like you’ve been forgotten but this rough spat felt different.

"I wanted you. I wanted you to hold me and tell me you loved me and that I looked pretty for once." 

"You always look pretty though. You know that." 

“Happy Anniversary, Yahya.” you say quietly and you can hear him let out a drawn out “damn it” as he washes the cleanser off his face and looks up at you through the fogged glass. 

He drops his head slighly as he stands at the door before openingn it. . 

“I’m going to fix all of this. I love you and I want you to know that I’m sorry. You are the last person in my life that I wanna lose or hurt. I need you to know that I’m still the one you can turn to. You’re still the one I wanna experience this life with. Your greatest joys and highs. Your sad days when you just need to be held. The days where we lay together in bed and I can hear your heartbeat. Probably the cheesiest shit you've ever heard but it's my favourite sound I mean you calling out my name is a close second but that one is my favourite.” he reassures. He relaxes against your touch when you turn to face him and wrap your arms around him. 

Yahya embraces you, unphased by the fact that his shirt and pants are getting soaked. 

“Now that I’m thinking about it. I’ve fallen in love with you over and over again. There’s so many layers to you. It’s everyday I’m falling in love with something new about you. Even on days like this.  First time I fell in love with you. We were sitting at this coffee shop tapping your pencil against a notepad. You had Diary by Alicia Keys stuck in your head and you kept singing parts of the song to me throughout the day. You had this pretty floral pattern type of baby blue dress that fell off your shoulders. You wore your grandmother’s ring cause you said it always calms your nerves to have her there with you when you auditioned. Nobody had even heard of me before. I was going for some feature film role. At the time you were going for a recurring role on the Young & The Restless or some show like that. I remember you were reading the script and you let out a laugh. It was your laugh. The loud remedy of it curing the butterflies in my stomach. The little patch of the 4c bangs in the front, the rest of your hair slicked back into a puff. I loved the way that it framed your lil round face. The gold hoops against your deep beautiful brown skin. I liked the way you did your makeup. With the lil highlight at the tip of your nose. It made you look like a lil fairy...I proposed to you that day. After 6 months of knowing you.  Baby it was you, everything about you. You were laughing at having dump iced coffee all over your scene partner’s head but I was smiling because I knew. I was like so this is what made all them oldheads sing like that in the blues songs my daddy used to play. I wanted to be in it for the long haul. And I still do. I know I got a lot of making up to do. But I want you to know that I see you. I see you and I’m going to do what I need to do to make everything more than just alright. I love you.” 

You let his words soak in as he cupped your face and you nodded along to his words. After helping him strip off his drenched clothes he steps into the shower with you where you embraced him in your arms gain. 

“You’ve always told me that you knew early on but you never told me. I love you too, you know. It’s just you know how I am more than anybody. I know that your dreams are finally coming true and you deserve that.  I don’t want to stand in the way of that. But I still find a way to balance my work and our relationship. I just want you to meet me in the middle.” you say  against his lips before capturing his plump lips in a kiss. 

“I’m gonna fix it..” He reassures you in between kisses 

“We’ve still got 3 hours left of our anniversary. Our record is 5. We can still try to break that” you whisper in his ear-

( i don’t know what this is lol. sorry I didn’t get any valentines posts up.  i had a whole migraine and have had more low days than up in the past weeks but we keep going. i hoped you like this little, i dont know what to call it. i dont really know how to write fluff lol so here’s the angst.)

[psychewithwings]

Bitter Taste: Iwaizumi x f/reader Pt. 1

pt. 2 here

THIS IS SO LATE and I’m a fuck up hahahaha (kinda ironic this was 2 weeks late for Mental Health Awareness month) 

I am crediting my girl @kuso-deku for giving me Iwaizumi brain rot to begin with. I am also crediting @gixxie and @idonotagreebitch for helping me talk through my ideas... and crediting @doinmybesthere for the wonderful idea of a mental health awareness collaboration the link is here. PLS READ THE REST OF THE WORKS. Everyone deserves the love.

TW: manipulative male/female relationships, gaslighting?, subtle shit head crap that most men do (don’t worry Iwa is a peach as always tho, it’s Ushijima that’s the problem)

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Iwaizumi stands and stretches in the cinema. The movie had been good, but long, he figured it was a little after midnight. “What’d ya think?” Kuroo asks as they exit the theatre. “I hated the ending…” Oikawa gripes, “I hate endings where everyone just dies.” “You are such a princess Tooru, I swear, it’s a metaphorical ending… did you not catch all the symbolism in the opening credits?” Iwaizumi sighs and turns his phone back on, trying his best to ignore their bickering. Slowly, notification after notification pops up… all from you. He blinks, surprised. You had declined his offer to join him for the film, stating you had previous plans attending a close friend’s birthday.

Iwa opens the messages from you. He sees first the selfies. You look beautiful, extravagant even. Your dress is beautiful, it compliments your figure perfectly with the corseted bodice. It’s white and so is your lace mask. Broad, feathered angel wings rest on your back. Angelic would have been a word he’d used to describe you before, but now, it was confirmed. He wants to keep staring at the photos but Kuroo and Oikawa are starting to become too curious about the contents of his phone. He scrolls and relaxes his face to look more casual. But it’s hard when your intoxicated messages are so darn cute.    

hope the movie is good!

okay so I guess there’s an open bar? Is it my birthday too?

if you wanna come by after the movie I’msure you coul

this partyyyy suckssssssss assssssssss

wish id gon wiht u xx

You are clearly drunk and he laughs to himself before Kuroo peers over his right shoulder. “Well she’s thinking about you at least,” he smirks. Oikawa peers over Iwaizumi’s left shoulder, “ooo play the voice message.” Oikawa taps the message before Iwaizumi can give him an answer.

“Hiiiii Iwaaaaaa, hope you like the moovie and you’re having a good time, cuz I’m having a preetyy good time, they gots free margaritaaass. Okay byeeeee”

The guys laugh and Oikawa presses the next one.

“Hey Iwaaa, I made up a song about you, ready?

Iwaizumi

Doesn’t know what he does- to me…

Sshfhsijknfhahaha I cant remember the rest som’n bout… som’n I dunno. Byeee”

“Okay, Ushi says that I need to say sorry for sending so many…” you pause and then whisper, “drunk messages, but I’as only tellin’ ya I ssink ‘r awesome ‘n you should totally come to this party and hang out with me… you’re awesome, okay byeee”

Oikawa and Kuroo pause and look at Iwaizumi. “Ushi?” Oikawa asks, “like Ushiwaka?” Oikawa’s eyes are narrowed and he gags dramatically in disgust. Iwaizumi nods and walks to exit the theatre. “Wait… that’s her friend who’s having the birthday party?” Iwa grimaces as Kuroo chuckles. “No wonder you’ve had a stick up your ass all night.” Iwa glares at him, “they’re just friends… apparently… I don’t know, she said they’ve known each other for a really long time…” Kuroo claps Iwaizumi on the back. “I think you should definitely go to the party.” Iwaizumi starts to object but the ring of his phone draws attention, and he answers it. “Heyyy you're outta th’moviee, heheeheheha,” you slur. Iwaizumi laughs softly and smiles, “yeah, I’m out of the movie now, are you… good?” There is so much background noise, it almost drowns out your sweet sleepy voice. “I’m soooo good… … I just-” he can hear your voice drop to a drunken whisper. “I’z just hoping to see you today,” you mumble finally.  

Iwaizumi can feel his heartbeat quicken, his head reeling. “Oh really?” He plays cool but then instantly regrets it when you give him a serious answer. “Yeah, I was really hoping you’d come to the party, even for just a little,” you murmur. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle. You were pretty cute like this, not normally so transparent. You were actually quite hard to read, so sweet but guarded and teasing too. You were a friend of Oikawa’s first and he had met you through him. He’d liked the way you sat cross legged on the couch smiling, chin in your hands while you asked questions and listened to his answers. Your eyes sparkle when you hear something you like, and your face lights up when you talk about things you find interesting.

“Ya don’t have to, I can just see ya another time,” you add. He’s been silent too long which causes him to speak without thinking. “No, I’d love to see you, I’ll head to you now.” Kuroo and Oikawa are silently cheering him on and Iwa turns away in embarrassment. “Really? Okay! I’ll drop my pin… as the kids are sayin’ these days hahaha.” “See you soon, drink some water okay?” “Mhm, I will, see ya soon!”

You were at a club owned by Ushijima’s family. A place called ‘Eagle’s Nest’. He’d only known you for a few weeks but he couldn’t help his infatuation. It was immediate, the night he had gone to Oikawas for game night. You spoke to him so easily not knowing him at all and laughed at his little side jabs to his long time friend. The way you looked at him… Iwa knew then that he wanted to see you smile, hear your laugh, and that he would be happy to assume the responsibility of making that happen.

He was surprised when you had declined his offer for the movie, feeling that you both had some definite chemistry, but Iwaizumi was even more surprised when you had said that you had prior plans with his old time rival Ushijima Wakatoshi. Iwaizumi hadn’t seen him since high school but they knew a few people in common, Oikawa being one of those people. Oikawa could sure hold a grudge but Iwaizumi took all of his comments with a grain of salt. Ushijima often came off entitled and cold, which would leave Iwaizumi with a bad taste in his mouth. Maybe Oikawa had the right idea holding a grudge… But grudge or not he wanted to see you, hear your voice and admire you all dolled up.

When Iwaizumi arrives at the club he is met with a large security guard. “Invitation?” he grumbles. Iwa remains calm but a small trickle of fear runs down his back. Iwaizumi gives the guard a casual smile before he starts to answer but he is interrupted. “Iwaaaaa,” you cry from the top of the stairs. The mask you’d had on is now resting on top of your head, the delicate features of your face now exposed. The floofy skirt of your dress bounces with your excitement as you run down the stairs. You crash into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You bury your face in his collar and still momentarily. Drunk and bubbly, you melt when Iwa wraps his arms around your waist in return, avoiding your costume’s wings. “Mmmm,” you hum, breath hot against his skin, “you smell good.” You pull back and stare into his wide eyes. “You look incredible,” he offers, a slight pink tint to his cheeks. You grin in return and simply take hold of his hand. “He’s with me,” you beam at the guard. Iwaizumi is doubtful this trick will work here. But he is surprised when the guard steps aside saying, “as you wish Miss L/N.” You giggle and pull Iwa towards the doors. “I’ll bring you some cake later, okay Jurou?” Jurou laughs, “just have fun darlin’.” “You’re the best,” you call behind you as you push open the doors. Iwaizumi can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy knowing that you are on a first name basis with one of the body guards at the Wakatoshi’s club. How close were you with Ushijima?    

Blue and purple lights illuminate the vast space while black tiles make up the main floor. The dance floor is sunken, in the middle of the club with a small set of stairs leading down to it. It’s made entirely of glass, beneath is a saltwater garden of different plants and coral.  

“You’ll need one of these,” you explain, swiping a simple black mask from the welcome table. You hand it over to him and pull yours down over your eyes. Iwaizumi adjusts it to where he can see. “You look so handsome,” you admire. He grins, “what about you? You’ve got wings!” You laugh and adjust your mask back on top of your forehead. “I’m a swan, and Ushi said I couldn’t be a swan without wings!” You spin for him, trying your best to flap the feathered wings. Small pieces of confetti glitter rain from the skirt of your dress. Iwaizumi takes in your face illuminated by the lights of the club. Blue and pink dancing over your cheeks as you smile up at him. “What?” you giggle nervously. Just a few weeks but he is mesmerised by your everything. He shakes his head and tries to move on. He wanted to tell you how he felt but this wasn’t the right time. It should be when you’re sober, when you can take in his words properly.

You coax him down towards the bar.  “You’re sure it’s okay to sneak in uninvited guests?” Iwa questions. “Well, I asked Ushi ‘nd he said it was okay, so yeah!” You grin but notice Iwaizumi’s reserve. “It’s really okay, I promise, let’s just get a drink,” you suggest and take his hand. “Only if you drink more water,” he smirks. You roll your eyes at Iwa, “I drank some water before you got here actually.” You look back at him as you both head down to the bar. “I’ll prolly regret that yurr seeing me like this tamorow, ya know,” you call over the blaring music. “It’s cute, you’re cute,” he assures as he leans against the bar, “I didn’t know you thought about me this much until I saw all the snapchats and voice messages and texts.” You cover your face in humiliation, “I knowww, I’m sorry but you were on my mind a lot, alot alot, and  couldn’t stop think about ya, and the booze told me to keep on messaging…” You trail off,  finding the last shred of your filter to keep you from talking.  The bartender hands you your water and you take a long drink.

“Iwaizumi,” a voice projects over the baseline. Ushijima stands tall advancing towards where you both stand. His expression is neutral though, his eyes keep darting to you and then back to Iwaizumi. Ushijima is dressed as a knight, his silver mask hangs languidly around his neck. “Ushiwaka,” Iwa acknowledges, “this is a hell of a birthday party.” You giggle and point at Ushiwaka, “he’s 28 today; getting sooo old.” In that moment, Iwaizumi watches him do something he had never seen him do before. Smile… and then laugh. Ushijima wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you closer.  “You’re just a baby,  you’re only-” You wave your hand in front of Ushiwaka’s face, shushing him. “No, no, Iwa doesn’t knowww, don’t tell him,” you plead. “She’s only 23,” Ushiwaka says. You hold your face in your hands once more and groan. Ushijima pulls your hands from your face, “just barely twenty three too.” You glare at him and look back at Iwaizumi embarrassed.  “Did she not tell you her age?” Ushijima asks Iwaizumi. Iwa shrugs, “She didn’t, but I never asked,” Iwa shrugs casually, addressing you now, “didn’t seem important since you carry yourself so well.”

You turn to Iwa, mouth open like you’re about to respond but Ushijima swipes the glass from your hands before you can finish. “Drinking water?” You look up at him. “But it’s my birthday… and this is a party…  you need something stronger…” Ushijima beacons the bartender with a single flick of his hand. The barman pours three double shots of a clear liquid from a foreign looking bottle. Ushijima takes a glass and hands it to you, before handing another to Iwaizumi. Ushijima gives him a wink as he loops his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He raises his glass, the violet lights illuminating the liquid. Iwaizumi follows his lead. “To my Juliet, the belle of the ball,” Ushijima bellows. You smile slightly and shake your head. “No no, to you Ushi, it’s your birthday, not mine, we are celebrating you!” Your eyes find Iwa’s, but you leave your glass raised. Ushijima grabs hold of your hand that’s still wrapped around the glass. “Cheers,” He tips the glass towards your lips and you swallow the clear liquor as he feeds it to you. You down it all in one go and Ushiwaka smiles wide once again. “She’s good, huh?” With that, Ushiwaka clinks his glass to Iwaizumi’s, “to you brother,” he assures. Iwa is surprised with the sudden sentiment. “And to you,” he replies before downing the shot. The liquor is surprisingly smooth, expensive, and strong. Iwa can feel his head starting to get light from the small portion that was in the glass and Iwa wasn’t a light weight. “Strong huh?” Ushijima smirks. Iwaizumi nods then turns to the bartender to signal for a water.

Ushijima turns to where you stand swaying slightly with the music. “Look at her, she gets drunk so easily,” Ushijima smiles. “How are you feeling, princess?” he shouts over at you. Iwa turns away and downs his water in disgust. ‘Princess?’ Ushijima shouldn’t be calling you that if you’re both just friends. You blink and give him a smile and a thumbs up. There was a natural innocence about you, a childlike wonder and curiosity, the embodiment of sanguine. Ushijima’s air was sometimes sinister, like he was taking advantage of your natural trusting nature. Iwa watches as Ushijima’s large hands rest on either of your shoulders and he pushes you back and forth like a pendulum between his palms. You giggle and try to push him away, “Ushi stooopp.” He laughs with you and continues pushing you around, “you’re so cute and small though, see?” He places a hand on top of your head and you still. “I said to stop,” you mumble. “And I did,” he retorts before letting you go.

Iwa watches the sudden weight of gravity find you as you stumble in your heels. He catches your arm just in time. Your arms find their way around his neck once more, your face in the crook of his neck. You pull away and Iwa examines your foggy eyes. “You okay?” You nod, pushing off of Iwa’s chest. You fix your hair, “it’s fine, he just messin’” you turn to Ushijima, “and someone doesn’t know when to quit.” You’re pulled away into Ushiwaka’s arms. He sways you back and forth, your back held against his chest while he says soft apologies. He whispers something to you and you nod. Iwaizumi wanted to pull you away from him. Not because he was jealous, but because the way that Ushiwaka was behaving with you was odd.

“Y/n is a little bit tired, why don’t you join us in VIP?” Iwa smiles and gives his thanks, trying his best to hide his scowl. Iwa follows after you and Ushiwaka, upstairs and under velvet ropes hoping that he will find a good moment to pull you away. But instead you are pulled onto the couch beside Ushiwaka. He lights a cigar and offers one to Iwa, but Iwaizumi declines with a simple, “no thanks, don’t smoke.” It’s strange the way that Ushiwaka keeps whispering in your ear, giving you sips of his drinks, and blowing smoke in your face. “Ushi, stop please, the smell is making me sick,” you whine. But he just pulls you closer to him, chuckling all the while and does it again. You’re laughing and poking his face, but it’s not out of joy... Watching Ushijima interact with you the whole night has been like watching a cat toy with a mouse.

Iwa grimaces when Ushiwaka tickles you. “Stop-stop-don’t-stop,” you giggle and howl. “She said to stop!” Iwa raises his voice. Ushijima’s eyes shoot towards Iwaizumi while you squirm off the couch. Your eyes are heavy as you walk towards a dark hallway and disappear into the shadows. Iwa’s eyes flick to the entrance to the hall. Ushiwaka sits in a contented silence, sipping a drink, “she’s so dramatic,” he sighs. He continues smoking, arm rested over the back of the purple velvet sofa. Ushijima takes a sip of his drink, swirling the ice in his glass. Iwa doesn’t move to break the silence no matter how expectant Ushijima’s expression was. He stamps out his cigar in the tray before addressing him.

“She’s awfully talkative, and incredibly fond of you…” Ushijima starts, an odd smirk painting his expression. Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow in intrigue and Ushijima’s face hardens. “She won’t shut up about you since she met you… it’s annoying...” Iwaizumi, remains quiet, the silence settling over the men like a thick fog. The only sounds are muffled club music and the ice tinkling against Ushijima’s glass. “I’m going to be honest as a friend… bad idea.” Iwaizumi can feel the rage bubbling inside his gut, “I don’t think that what’s going on between us is any of your-” He’s cut off by Ushijima.

“I’m really looking out for you Iwaizumi, girls can break hearts and Y/n is kind of known for that… she’s just a sweet soul, makes friends easily, but love? That’s harder for her… doesn’t have the best taste in men I’m afraid, I want to protect her and you from a situation where I can already see the conclusion… I get that you like her, everyone does.”  Iwazumi leans forward, “does that include you?” Ushijima is stone faced, then gives a cold laugh. “You’re funnier than I remember, Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi rises and heads towards the hall you disappeared down. If he sat in front of him any longer he was going to say something he regretted… and you still haven’t come back. He slips into the dark hallway as you’re exiting the bathroom. Your mask has been removed and even in the dim lighting you look pale. “Hey, what’s happened?” You look up at him embarrassed, your dress almost as wilted as you are. “Got sick…” you mutter. You’re shaking slightly, arms wrapped around yourself. “Oh Y/n, are you alright?” he sighs. His arm starts to reach for you but he thinks better of it, pulling it back to rest by his side. His eyes widen as he feels the warmth of your hand in his. He didn’t figure that you would want to be touched right now. But your fingers interlace with his,  your skin soft. “Are you good to drive?” you whisper. His hand instinctively tightens around yours protectively. “I only had whatever Ushijima gave us, it was strong but I’ve had water- yeah I’m good.” “Would you mind taking me home?” you ask, as you start to walk back towards the VIP room. “Sure, course,” Iwaizumi replies gently. He feels how your thumb brushes over the back of his hand in silent gratitude. The gesture has his heart beating hard against his ribs. Iwa walks forward, his eyes on you and nothing else. Your brow is furrowed and your expression painted serious which was unusual from how he knew you to act.

“Iwa’s taking me home now,” you announce and walk towards the stairs. Ushiwaka’s face hardens, “I can take her home, you shouldn’t trouble yourself,” he addresses Iwaizumi. You smile and turn around facing Ushiwaka. “But Ushi, ‘s ur birthday, you can’t leave this party jus’ ‘a take me home,” You turn to Iwa now. “Let’s go,” you say and Iwa nods, still holding your hand.  “Where’s my hug, princess?” Ushijima calls after you. You stop in your tracks and close your eyes, taking in a deep breath. You drop Iwa’s hand slowly, hesitantly. You walk back slowly and stand before his open arms. He lifts you and you groan. You’re still hugging him tightly but not quite with the same intimacy as before.

As Ushijima places you down you turn to look back at Iwa when Ushijima catches your face with his large hand. He coaxes your face back towards him then leans down. Ushiwaka locks eyes with Iwaizumi as he whispers something in your ear. Then he presses his lips to your cheek, still not moving his eyes away from Iwaizumi’s. Iwa tries his best to remain neutral but he can feel his lip creeping upwards in contempt. Ushiwaka is too prideful for his own good it seems.

You take Iwa’s hand again, leading him towards the exit. An exasperated look rests on your face. “What did he say to you?” Iwa asks. You sigh and shake your head. “‘S nothin’,  ya shouldn’t worry your pretty lil head ‘bout it.” Iwa can’t help but allow a smile. He raises an eyebrow at you, “think my head is pretty?” he asks. He’s met with your hazy gaze, “I do,” you say simply. Iwa wasn’t prepared for such a straightforward answer to his question.

Once out of the club, the valet pull Iwaizumi’s car around. He’s careful not to let you walk too far on your own. Sick, in those ridiculous shoes and still quite drunk, he opens the car door for you before hopping into the driver's seat. “Will you put your address in?” Iwa hands you his phone and you type it in as asked. “Thanks for doing this,” you sigh. “Yeah of course,” he says as he puts the car into gear. A few streets of city light pass by in silence. Your hands are resting in your lap but your body is still trembling. “I can- umm- pull over if you need me to…” You wave the thought away with your hand, “it was the smell of the cigar more than anything…” Iwa’s gut begins to boil again. Your voice is soft, almost defeated. He speaks before thinking better of it. “Does he always treat you like that?” You look at Iwa and make eye contact briefly before his attention is back on the road. “He was being a little extra weird today, maybe because y’all used to play volleyball together or… I dunno really, he just gets like that sometimes…” You trail off, allowing your thoughts to fade into the rearview. The silence is deafening and you feel the need to break it. “He’s really nice too though, don’t get me wrong, he cooks for me and calls to check in, he even gets me little gifts, so I know he cares.” Iwa shakes his head, “if he cared he would have stopped when you asked him to.” You take a breath, “I know but he was just having a night I guess…” Iwa pulls into your driveway as the GPS notifies him that he has ‘arrived at the destination’. He puts the car in park, “you don’t have to make excuses for him… it’s okay to be angry, if that’s how you feel.” You start to open the door, your fingers on the handle. “I’m not angry though, I’m just kinda hurt.” You open the door and start to get out, “okay, maybe a little angry too.” You laugh to yourself but not out of joy. It’s an ironic laugh and Iwa can hear the pain ringing inside of it. “Let me walk you inside.”  

[highsviolets]

of hyperdrives & hands: engineer!reader x obi-wan

summary: you’re fixing the hyperdrive on the Negotiator when a mysterious being pays you a visit.

word count: I honestly have no idea bc i wrote this whole thing on my notes app in the car lmao. (sorry if the formatting is weird/there are typos!!)

rating: G. but also, this is basically a love letter to Ewan McGregor’s gorgeous hands.

A/N: fulfilling a request for the lovely @aty-cgca7! ily, chasity! I hope it’s everything you were looking for 💖 also I know nothing about engineering or computers or hyperdrives so don’t come for me y’all 😂

of hyperdrives & hands, a fic by corellians-only

Brow furrowed in concentration, you squint in the hazy light. Reaching up to your forehead with your left hand, you slide your fingers across the surface of your skin, batting away renegade wisps of hair that had fallen away from your bun.

Maker, but it was warm down here, in the maw of this behemoth ship. You curse softly to yourself as a bead of sweat hovered perilously close to your eyelash, threatening to obscure your vision as you strain to locate the loose wire that had sent you onto the Negotiator in the first place. Hadn’t your father always warned your that space was cold? When you told him you had joined the Civilian Engineer Corps to help with the war effort, he had even cracked a joke about adding extra layers to your uniform.

You frown. Clearly, accomplished pilot though he was, you father had never been in the hyperdrive control center of a Republic Venator-class Star Destroyer.

Catching your distraction, you shake your head. No. You needed to focus. Now was not the time to question your father’s supposed space travel wisdom. There’s a job to be done. Hyperdrives did not fix themselves.

There she is. Rather than simply becoming disconnected, the wire had split in two, snapping under the pressure from the processing core directly above the unit. This was going to be more complicated than you thought.

For a few hours, the only sounds that filled the room were soft snip of wirecutters and the gentle thrum of the engines. As you start re-routing the stray wire, your mind begins to wander.

You had heard stories about Star Destroyers with entire hangers of processing cores for the shields alone. That their nav computers were the most accurate in the galaxy. That their holo encryption system was unbreakable (it wasn’t. You had written and sliced a viral code into their data key a few standard months back, just to see if you could). This was your first time on such a warship when it was in space, and while it was impressive, at the end of the day, it ran like any other ship.

Tali had been even aboard General Secura’s flagship, the Liberty, for a supply dump once and she swore that their weapons systems were the most flawless thing she had ever seen - barring General Kenobi, of course, she had added with an impish grin tossed your way.

Your not-so-subtle crush on the dashing General was an open secret among your platoon of female engineers. Most of them assumed it was because he was pretty and famous — he was on nearly every holomag cover, after all — but you knew better. You knew he was a good man. His hands told you so.

The first time you had seen General Kenobi, you had been playing in the undercity of Coruscant when a boy a little older than yourself had stopped to ask what you were building with the rubble left behind from an explosion caused by the nascent Black Sun cartel a few days earlier.

“I don’t know,” you had responded belligerently, upset at your endeavors having been interrupted - and by a boy, no less. “Why do you have a braid in your hair?” you continued. “I thought only girls had braids.”

The boy had adjusted his stance to stand up taller. “I’m going to be a Jedi,” he proclaimed. “I’m Obi-Wan,” he offered with a smile. His eyes flashed suddenly, and with a quick thrust, his hand extended into the dusty air. A sheet of durasteel that had been hovering precariously at the tip of the heap was now suspended in midair, mere centimeters from crashing down on your head. Even in the grim half-light of the slums, you could see sapphire eyes earnestly fixed on the hunk of metal. Strong, lithe fingers gestured gracefully. The object fell with a great crash a few meters away.

You could only stare in awe.

The faint sound a male voice calling had caused him to twist his head and listen. “I have to go.” He frowned. “Master Qui-Gon is calling me. I hope I see you again some day.”

He bowed slightly, then turned and trotted back toward his Master.

You had never been quite able to forget the teenager with pretty hands who had saved your life.

Nearly two decades later, you had seen him again. You and Tali had been sipping cups of caf before your shifts in the makeshift mess hall of a personnel loading area when you sensed his presence. Not in a Jedi way - you didn’t have a lick of Force sensitivity, you knew - but in the way you noticed that everyone seemed to speak a little softer and trail their eyes after the passing figure in white armor.

He had strode past the the two of you, hardly sparing a glance at two female civilian engineers and pointedly ignoring the sheer weight of the gazes trained on him. Later, over a pint of lomin ale, Tali has raved about his hair, and how “he had a shoulder to hip ratio that was sharper than a vibroblade, didn’t you notice?”

You had taken a sip of your drink and laughed good-naturedly at Tali’s antics. You had noticed him, to be sure, but you had been transfixed by his hands, not his muscles.

Back in the days before the war, when you were still a little girl, your father Aves had always told you to take note of a being’s hands. In the present moment, you smile as you refit the access panel on the hyper drive’s core reactor as a the memory comes to mind.

Even though he was a good father, Aves had been a man of mystery. Whatever it was he did for a living, it had blessed him with an intimate knowledge of guns, starships, and computers, and he had passed everything he knew on to his “blazing sun,” he used to call you affectionately.

“Blazing sun,” he would instruct you, “you can tell a lot about a being by their hands.” When he was satisfied he had captured your attention, the impression of a smile glowed across his face. He resumed cleaning his carbine rifle as he spoke, his voice low and smooth. “You can tell a lot about a being by their hands,” he intoned again. “Their trade. Their social class. How they hold a weapon. What kind of weapons they use. If they can pilot a ship. If their mind is focused or skittish.” The tall man had shrugged gently, an action that seemed counterintuitive to the grade A contraband blaster now resting comfortably in his expert grip. A new power pack slapped into place with a precise snap. “If you ever want to know someone” — he tucked a stray hair behind your ear tenderly, the other hand still clutching the blaster — “look at their hands.”

You begin tapping out routine codes on the core reactor to test the replacement wire. The various combinations of letters and numbers in basic and binary were muscle memory, and you stared in awe as your own fingers punch in the digits seemingly of their own volition.

Yes, it was General Kenobi’s hands that most enraptured you, you decided. Slender, calloused (you supposed - not that you had ever had the pleasure of testing that theory for yourself), extensions of strong, well muscled arms that indicated a strong degree over his motions. He had held them so softly at his sides that day in the mess hall. They had gestured animatedly as he walked alongside a clone commander, a graceful arc to his movements that made you think he would be a good dancer — or a formidable fighter.

The klaxon of an alarm drives you from your reverie. “Oh, kriff.” The latest code you had entered seemed to have caused the wires to short circuit, tripping an internal safety alarm.

“Kriff, kriff, kriff.” You continue to swear violently as you all but run over to the central computer console and entering a code to kick-start a program to halt the shrieking din. Within the minutes, the alarm bells stop, and you sag against the console in relief.

“Is something the matter?” a rich tenor voice asks from behind you.

Immediately you tense. In a singular, practiced motion, you pivot on your left heel and whip your blaster into your right hand simultaneously, turning to face the voice in a fighting stance.

“Freeze!” you call into the shadows. Your eyes scan the cavernous room methodically before settling on a spot a few meters in from the doorway where the light seems distorted. You take aim with your blaster.

“Justice, freedom, faith,” the disembodied voice replies calmly from the same spot.

Your eyes narrow. Whoever the being was, they had given the correct password. But the upper-class Coruscanti accent didn’t belong to anyone in your platoon, and who else would be prowling around the underbelly of General Kenobi’s flagship? There had been faint rumors of a lightsaber wielding Separatist operative. Maybe they were coming to sabotage the ship? Well, not on your watch.

“Step into the light,” you order, durasteel edging into your voice. “Keep your hands above your head.” The contours of the blaster are cool, comforting in your grip, soothing the blood rushing just beneath the surface.

A tall auburn-haired man steps into the light, arms raised. “Will this suffice?” he asked wryly, amusement playing across his features as you feel shock and embarrassment creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Stars above. I almost shot General Kenobi. A thousand thoughts race through your mind faster than light speed - some witty, some pragmatic.

But of course, what slips out is neither of those.

“Fierfek, you startled me,” you manage to spit out instead. It’s only your steel will that prevents you from collapsing from embarrassment on the spot. Feigning nonchalance you decidedly do not feel about almost murdering a war hero and childhood crush, you holster your weapon and turn back to the console.

“I gathered as much,” he returns, amusement still coloring his tone.

The room fell silent for a few moments as you run system diagnostics.

“What is it you’re working on?” This time, he’s so near you can feel the heat of his breath on the back of your neck. Well honed reflexes are faster than your brain, though, and it isn’t until you feel a gentle pressure on your elbow that you realize it’s raised to jab him in the throat.

General Kenobi’s chuckle seems to fill the room. “Are you sure you aren’t trying to kill me?” he murmurs. A shiver runs up your spine despite yourself and you feel your stomach start to coil.

You stare at the data steaming on the console until your eyesight begins to blur. “That depends. Are you trying to kill me, sir?” Maker, but you were mouthy today. What was wrong with you?

Kenobi releases your arm dropping his to his side. Immediately, you feel bereft somehow with the loss of his touch.

Peering over your shoulder, he asks, “hyperdrive problems?”

Kriff, does that man not realize what he is doing to you, muttering in your ear like that? Of course he doesn’t, you dolt, you tell yourself; he’s a Jedi. Not his fault you’ve had a crush on him since you were nearly eight years old.

“A replacement wire short-circuited the system and triggered an emergency code,” you respond as evenly as you can manage. A fresh sweat breaks out across your forehead as another complex code dances across the screen.

“What code is that?” He reaches out as though he could absorb the masses of data contained in the system through osmosis. Maybe he can. You’re not a Jedi.

The movement serves a different purpose for you. Something wet and bright glistens as his hand moves into the blue light of the console.

“You’re bleeding.”

He glances down and grimaces. “It’s nothing. Just a scratch.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Doesn’t look like it to me.” Blood is starting to gather around an incision slashed across his right hand.

He opens his mouth to retort no doubt, but you beat him to it. “Don’t give me that bantha dung about Jedi business.” A grease stained finger jabs in the direction of his chest.

Kenobi’s face remains impassive. When he doesn’t respond, you roll your eyes, and, tugging at his elbow, drag him over to the glow lamp near your workstation.

He continues to scrutinize you, and you look down at yourself, wondering what he’s staring at. Your coverall sleeves are rolled up, there’s sweat gathering at your collarbone, and you feel the grimy mixture of dust and stale perspiration coating your face. You’re a hot mess if there ever was one.

Resolutely, you ignore the flush on your cheeks and the steel of his gaze and rummage for a bandage in the care pack attached to your hip. Several excruciating seconds later you find one and tear it open.

It’s when you’re grasping his hand in one of yours the he finally speaks. “I’ve seen you before.”

His cool composure inspires a sudden flash of irritation. “You seem rather certain sir,” you say as you apply a bacta salve.

“Because I am,” he responds mildly. His hand grips yours tightly when you apply the bandage, and you almost asphyxiate on the spot. You were right — his hands are calloused.

“Well, consider this your repayment from saving a girl from durasteel in the Coruscant under-levels about twenty years ago,” you answer with a quick smile. It’s hard to be angry when Obi-Wan Kenobi is in effect, holding your hand.

Reluctantly you release him from your grasp, letting your hand drift down to your side.

The General inclines his head in thanks, then glances back at the computer. “Is the hyperdrive fixed, then?”

You nod, stuffing supplies back into your pack. “I modified the code and replaced the wire so it should be okay.” You meet his eyes. “I’ll be with the ship until it returns to Coruscant, so if there any problems I’ll be available to assist, sir.”

You turn to leave, but he reaches out and catches your hand. “And who do I have to thank for such diligent caretaking of both my ship and my hand?” he inquires. His touch is like satin against your dirty hands and you grin in spite of it.

You consider for a moment. “A blazing sun,” you tell him.

You smile as you make your back to your quarters. Yes, you could tell a lot about a person by their hands.

[usual-day-dreamer]

Bend The Rules (Obi-Wan x Jedi!Reader) Chapter One

 A/N: This will be a 3-chapter story and I hope you enjoy it! I’m sorry, this ended up being longer that I intended.

SUMMARY: Dooku, Yoda, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan rescue a young girl full of potential. Obi-Wan and her hit it off quickly, worrying their masters and the council, but what destiny holds for them, neither is prepared.

Warnings: angsty at the end but everything gets better the next chapter.

MASTERLIST

CHAPTER TWO - CHAPTER THREE - PLAYLIST 

Obi-Wan was full of excitement, the council have received a distress call from a planet less than a parsec away from Tatooine called Geonosis. It was decided that a rescue team had to go and check what it was about and help whoever made the call. And Obi-Wan as a young padawan, was excited, he was part of a rescue team with three of the best Jedi: Master Yoda, Master Dooku and his Master Qui-Gon.

As he looked at the stars, he could barely contain his excitement, but could you blame him? It was his first serious mission and with the best Jedi in the galaxy. 

Tatooine was a dangerous planet, maybe this one was the same, he was dying to see the 3 masters in a fight, maybe he could learn more from their techniques. Qui-Gon just smiled sensing his padawan’s excitement, reminding him that it could be dangerous and to be careful, Obi-Wan nodded, focusing his mind on his master’s words. 

“Almost there, we are” Master Yoda spoke and Obi-Wan tried to look at the planet the ship was approaching. While the ship was descending, he noticed their surroundings. The surface seemed uninviting; it was a harsh rocky desert. 

He grimaced as soon as the harsh weather made contact with his face; looking at the others for a moment, trying to hide his discomfort. 

It was empty and deadly silent, it seemed deserted with no signs of life anywhere as they walked further into the rocky desert.

His master took out a device, a red light blinking at him as he looked at it, the beep coming from it the only sound around. Obi-Wan gulped. 

“The signal is close” his master said, looking ahead, Obi-Wan did the same, noticing something in the distance. Strong wind pulled at his robes, distracting him from the path ahead as he looked behind; widening his eyes at the huge sandstorm coming quickly at him.

“Take cover we must!” They ran towards what seemed to be a wrecked ship, looking for cover, the sandstorm hot on their heels.

 His master reached it first, opening the door for everyone “Hurry!” 

Everyone ran inside and he closed the door rapidly, trying to catch his breath. It was dark, so they ignited their lightsabers to look around, the soft hum filling the air.

“We’re not alone” Master Dooku said, Obi-Wan quickly reached towards his belt but someone kicked his leg, making him tumble to the ground. He grunted in pain, the attacker quickly disappearing in the darkness again. 

Obi-Wan stood up, rushing to his master’s side, his blue lightsaber reflecting on his face as he tried to look around and spot his attacker. They formed circle.

“We’re not here to hurt you” Master Dooku said “We just wanted shelter from the sandstorm”

“Turn off your weapons” a deep voice answered, all of them obeyed, placing their weapons back in their belts and the lights came on. 

A figure appeared from behind a metal structure, making their way towards them. He watched as they reached up, Obi-Wan felt alarmed, ready to reach for his lightsaber again, but his master placed a hand on his shoulder, and he stopped; waiting for the strangers’ next move.

He suddenly realized they were taking his helmet off, and the sight before him was one he’d never forget. As soon as her face was uncovered, the atmosphere changed completely, Obi-Wan felt a strong pull from the force at her as she cautiously made her way towards them, he wondered if the others felt that too. 

Preoccupied in his own thoughts, he missed the master’s looks towards the mysterious girl before them. 

“You must be Jedi” her voice was soothing and Obi-Wan was completely mesmerized, she had to be an angel.

“We are here because we received a distress call not so long ago” his master’s voice broke his trance. Her eyes suddenly sparkled.

“I sent the message” she gestured for everyone to follow her and they did, she pulled a makeshift table “I’m sorry but I have no chairs”

“No need to apologize dear” Master Dooku said, sitting cross crossed across her, the other following.

She looked at Obi-Wan and when your eyes met, he swore he could see the galaxy in them, she timidly smiled at him and time stopped for a second. Had she pulled a spell or something on him?

“My name is Y/N and I’ve been trapped here for years, fighting for survival” she said “I lost my parents a few years back, those horrible creatures took them, and I never saw them again, that message you received was sent years ago” 

“Worry you must not” Master Yoda spoke “Coming with us you are” 

 She smiled “We sense power in you, you’ll come back with us to Coruscant”

Your mouth was hanging open and Obi-Wan almost laughed, but he tried to hide it behind his hand. 

“We’ll leave as soon as the sandstorm is over” 

It wasn’t long before they were making their way back to their ship. Obi-Wan was desperate to say something to you, but he had no idea what to say. He could sense your nervousness, unaware that he was staring at you until your eyes met his for the second time that day.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never been on a working ship before” a gentle smile made his way towards his face.

“I was nervous the first time too” amazement filled her face as the worlds left his lips.

“But you are a Jedi!”  

“Not yet, I’m just a padawan”

It was easy to fall into conversation with her, and once starlight enveloped them, he walked with her towards the window, amazement in her face as she looked at the stars; Obi-Wan quietly beside her keeping her company.

*

Droids were waiting for them when they arrived, it has been decided that they would report back to the council what happened so they could decide Y/N’s fate.

“You stay with her Obi-Wan” his Master ordered and with a nod, he walked back towards you. You were observing the dories carefully.

“You must come with me” he said, and you looked up “What about them?” You pointed at the Masters, which were already disappearing behind the elevator doors.

“They’ll join us later” you followed Obi-Wan without hesitation.

 *

Conversation flowed easily between you two again as you waited for news. Obi-Wan was completely amazed by your ability of survival as you told him stories about your lonely stay at Geonosis.

He told some stories of his own, feeling pride by your amazed expression and full interest of everything he had to stay. 

The swoosh indicating the door was open interrupted their conversation and they turned their heads back at Master Dooku and Master Qui-Gon.

“The council has reached a decision” Master Dooku “From now on I’ll be your Master, now come with me, I’ll give you your padawan robes and assign your room”

You stood up rapidly, waving goodbye at Obi-Wan and Quin-Gon as you disappeared with Master Dooku.

*

You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring your new robes, a black undertunic, followed by a black overtunic, with white pants to match and kneww high black boots, a belt on your waist.

 You walked out to meet your master, your old clothes in your hands.

“That must be burned” you filled him, once in the room he gestured for you to thrown them and you did. 

“Let go of the past, focus on the present” 

As soon as he dismissed you, you made your way towards your new room, aching for a proper sleep on a proper bed. 

The doors from the elevator opened and a smiled appeared as you met Obi-Wan’s blue eyes, he smiled back.

“Look!” You said, stepping next to him and you gestured to your clothes and new hairstyle. He laughed 

“That looks nice” 

Your room was just a floor beneath his, and he told you to visit when you needed to, expressing how he hoped he could keep talking to you and maybe be friends. 

When you arrived at your floor you thanked him, and said goodnight, stepping out of the elevator. Once the doors were shut, Obi-Wan released a long breath he had no idea he was holding.

Everything felt foreign, the soft bed pressing against your back, the roof above you… but it somehow felt right, like you had to be there. 

You sighed and relaxed your muscles, welcoming these foreign surroundings as your new home.

Years passed, and you’ve become stronger with the force and your combat skills were quickly improving. Your relationship with Obi-Wan grew over the years. 

It was supposed to be a normal day for you, but since you woke you could feel something was off. Quickly making your way out of your room after a shower.

The feeling of unease only grew as your teacher your master’s chambers only to find they were empty, and it seemed he hadn’t slept there either. 

You tried to feel your master through the force, but you only felt… emptiness and darkness.

The doors to the room opened, and Master Yoda looked at you, sadness in his eyes, and you suddenly understood, tears blurred your vision and you sat down, Master Yoda already at your side.

“Your fault, it is not” he said “Your Master I will be”

Obi-Wan was meditating next to his master, full of the force when he felt it, a sudden wave of sadness and unease. It was weird, so he looked for the source in the source only to find it was coming from you. 

He opened his eyes, ready to call for his master, only to find he was already looking at him “I sensed a disruption in the force, caused by Master Dooku” he paused “Go check on Y/N” 

He stood up excusing himself before storming out of the meditation room. You could already feel Obi-Wan looking for you as you laid on your bed. Waiting for him to knock on your door.

When it finally came you softly called for him, he stepped inside and made his way towards you. You sat up and he occupied the space next to you.

“Master Dooku” you started “He turned to the dark side” a start tear fell down “Master Yoda told me it wasn’t my fault… but I can’t help but think it was, I knew I’d never be enough”

“Don’t say that” he said with a frown 

“It’s just the truth” you looked down at your hands, feeling frail and weak just the way you felt when you were on Geonosis.

“Y/N” you met his gaze “You’ve learnt so much and grown so much in short time, I know Master Yoda said this already, but it is not your fault and you want to know why?” 

You shyly nodded.

“Because you are the brightest padawan here, and not just that, you are a great human being” you covered your face as you cried “What if I turn too? He taught me everything I know!” 

“Don’t be ashamed of your feelings” he said, pulling your hands from your face.

 “But we aren’t allowed to…”

“Feelings makes us human” he said, his hands not leaving yours “They also help us keep our feet in the ground sometimes, and always remember, that’s what makes you different from him, you care about others, and you are showing me that through your tears” 

The only thing proving you’ve cried were the stains on your cheeks and glossy eyes. Obi-Wan stood up and offered his hand.

“I’ll treat you to something” you took it and he helped you up.

“Master Yoda gave me the day off; he’ll be my new Master” 

“Perfect, I know the right place”

Months turned into years as your training continued and now at 23 years of age you were proud to say that everything was going smoothly, you personally felt better and stronger, though you knew there was still a lot to learn. The only thing you could not grasp was the strange bond you had with Obi-Wan, you knew he could feel it too, but neither of you said anything about it, deciding it was better to ignore the unknown was the best idea for now. 

Master Yoda was proud of you, and you soon found yourself getting ready for your first solo mission. Which was something simple, go pretending to be an ambassador, make some negotiations and report back to Coruscant. None of that happened, after surviving poison gas and fighting your way out, you found yourself pressed against a metal wall of a Federation landing craft, Obi-Wan’s body pressed tightly against you in the cramped space, almost making you unable to breath. Qui-Gon was hiding in the other, both ships making their way to invade Naboo.

Obi-Wan’s warm breath against your neck made it impossible to concentrate, trying to think of anything but his chest pressing against yours, unknown to you, he was having just the same problem. The ship trembled and you knew it was landing, Obi-Wan looked up and your breath got caught in your throat, his face was so close, you just had to move slightly forward and his lips would be on yours. You knew you were in serious trouble for thinking that way but you couldn’t help it, not when you knew Obi-Wan longed for you just as you longed for him; you could feel it. But those feelings were forbidden, and the both of you knew that perfectly.

Jumping into the mud of a shallow lake once you were out of the landing craft, taking cover. The feeling of the mud everywhere was unpleasant, but you waited until you felt Obi-Wan’s hand you slowly emerge to look around; in the background you could see the activities of the invasion force through the mist. Looking back at Obi-Wan the both of you took deep breaths before disappearing again under the mud swamp. When you sensed you could go out you finally stepped out, groaning at the feeling of your tunic and hair full of mud.

“I’d kill for a bath right now” Obi-Wan chuckled as he tried to brush some mud away just like you “Me too”

*

You could see Qui-Gon in the distance, trying to escape the two STAPS that were chasing you at full speed. The two STAPS barrel down on the both of you, the two troops fire laser bolts and you manage to start your lightsaber and deflect the bolts back making them explode. Obi-Wan seems exhausted as he tries to catch his breath. You turn off your weapon an exhale loudly through your nose, ignoring the discomfort in your body.

“I’m sorry Master, the water fried my weapon” you sent a teasing smile his way and he rolled his eyes, pulling his out his burnt lightsaber handle, his Master inspects is and you watch a native creature pull itself out of the mud.

“You forgot to turn your power off again, didn't you?” Obi-Wan nodded sheepishly “It won't take long to recharge, but this is a lesson hope you've learned, my young Padawan” 

“Yes, Master” 

“Yousa sav-ed my again, hey?” the creature spoke, and you looked at it “What's this?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“A local. Let's go, before more of those droids show up” Qui-Gon answered, ushering you to keep running.

“Mure? Mure did you spake??!?” 

“Do you have a name?” you ask, and he nods “Jar Jar Inks” 

Obi-Wan pulls your arm and you start running behind Qui-Gon and beside him, Jar Jar trying to keep up.

“Ex-squeeze me” you heard Jar Jar speak behind you “But da moto grande safe place would be Otoh Gunga. Tis where I grew up...Tis safe city” 

The three of you stop, Jar Jar almost crashing into you.

“A city!” Qui-Gon said and Jar Jar nods his head “Can you take us there?” you ask. 

“Ahhh, will...on second taut...no, not willy” he answered  

“No??!” you rolled your eyes annoyed.

“Iss embarrissing, boot... My afrai my've bean banished. My forgoten der Bosses would do terrible tings to my. Terrible tings if my goen back dare” 

A pulsating sound is heard in the distance. 

“You hear that?” 

Jar Jar shakes his head yes, looking around as if trying to find the source of the sound. 

“That's the sound of a thousand terrible things heading this way...” Qui-Gon said lowering his voice slightly.

“When they find us, they will crush us, grind us into little pieces, then blast us into oblivion!” Obi-Wan continued and you smiled in amusement, he looked at you with a mischievous smile, he shrugged his shoulders. Jar Jard trembled and answered, “Oh! Yousa point is well seen. Dis way! Hurry!” 

Jar Jar turned and runs ahead, with the three of you following behind closely. You run into a murky lake and stop as Jar Jar tries to catch his breath. The transports are ahead in the distance.

“Wesa goen underwater, okeyday?” he said and you, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon pull out a small capsule that turns into breathing mask. Jar Jar warns you that the Gungans won’t be welcoming and jumps into the lake, the three of you wade in after him. 

The water felt cool but welcoming, the dried mud washing off as you sawm behind Jar Jar, which seemed at home with the water. In the distance the glow of an underwater city made up or large bubbles becomes more distinct. Jar Jar swims magically through one of the bubbles, and seals behind him, the three of you follow. And Jar Jar was right, apart from not being welcoming, they were unreasonable. Boss Nass denied helping Naboo. With a wave of his hand, Qui-Gon made Boss Nass agree to give us a ship and continue with the unexpectedly long mission. Jar Jar was in chains on the side, looking at you and asking for help.

“We are short of time Master” Obi-Wan said beside you “We'll need a navigator to get us through the planet's core. This Gungan my be of help” was his reply.

“What’s going to happen to Jar Jar?” you asked feeling bad for Jar Jar turning back towards Boss Nass “Binkss brokeen the nocombackie law. Hisen to be pune-ished” you frowned “He has been of great help to us, nothing to severe I hope” you said, hopeful to make Boss Nass less severe with JarJar’s situation.

“Pounded unto dead” You looked worriedly at Obi-Wan and he returned the gesture, Qui-Gon deep in thought. 

“I saved Jar Jar’s life, he owns me what you call a life’s debt” Jar Jar nodded and Qui-Gon waved his hand again, Boss Nass agreed to let Jar Jar go with you. Jar Jar protesting as you boarded the submarine. 

“Master, why do you keep dragging these pathetic life forms along with us?” Obi-Wan said and you punched his arm indignantly “Ouch!” he exclaimed.  

“Don’t be rude!” You replied, “He was going to be beaten to death!”

“He seemed ok with that” He defended, and you rolled your eyes with a huff.

“Don’t fight young ones, and relax, the force will guide us” Obi-Wan handed the control to Jar Jar and you looked in amazement at the gigantic corals and the diverse creatures swimming around. Jar Jar was telling the story of why he was banished, which was basically because he was dumb. A loud crash made you look around startled. Qui-Gon looks around and sees a huge, luminous sea monster killer has hooked the submarine with its long gooey tongue.

“Full speed ahead” he says, but Jar Jar instead, makes the submarine go in reverse and you enter directly the fish’s mouth. Obi-Wan takes over the controls and the sea killer instantly release the submarine from its mouth. As the submarine zooms away you see a larger set of jaws, munching on the hapless killer. The lights on the tiny sub begin to flicker as they cruise deeper into the gloom.

 “There’s always a bigger fish”

After almost losing energy and surviving various kinds of sea monsters, the submarine was propelling itself to the surface shining brightly above you. Though you felt relieve, you knew it was not over yet. The current in the estuary begins to pull the sub backward into a fast-moving river. Obi-Wan switches off the two remaining bubble canopies. Qui-Gon stands up to look around. Jar Jar lets out a sigh of relief, his relief disappears quickly as he notices the waterfall in front of you. 

Obi-Wan tries to start the engine. The long props behind the submarine slowly begin to rotate, he struggles until finally, a few feet short of the waterfall, the submarine starts and generates enough power to stop drifting backward in the powerful current. The sub slowly moves forward. In the background, Qui-Gon takes a cable out of his belt. The engine coughs and dies. You feel the submarine drifting backward again and Jar Jar panics. Qui-Gon shoots the thin cable, and it wraps itself around a railing on the shore. The submarine pulls the cable taut, and the little craft hangs precariously over the edge of the waterfall.

“Come on” he says and Obi-Wan and you follow him out pulling yourselves along the cable, Qui-Gon starts in after you. Though at first Jar Jar was afraid to follow, he did when he noticed he was hanging above the waterfall.

Obi-Wan is the first to arrive on the shore, helping you up and then his Master as Jar Jar climbs out of the submarine.

“Drop your weapons!”

You quickly ignite your lightsaber, cutting the droid in half. A stray laser bolt hits the cable and you watch as the submarine falls down the waterfall. Qui-Gon patted your shoulder as a small praise for your speed. You continue in your search for the Queen.

You sneak across the above the plaza which was full of droids and jump from a balcony, starting an attack to rescue the Queen. You quickly slice every droid in you field of vision, the other two doing the same. When you finished a triumphant smile appeared on your face and everyone else seemed amazed.

Qui-Gon approached them and you walked closer to Obi-Wan’s side, feeling suddenly awkward, talking to new people was never your forte and it always made you nervous. It seemed the Queen thought your negotiations failed, but Qui-Gon explained that hey never took place.

Never leaving Obi-Wan’s side, you walked behind the small group of people towards the central hanger. It was heavily guarded. It was hard to convince the Queen to leave Naboo, but you were finally on a ship towards Coruscant.

Bad news fills your ears and Obi-Wan and you stand up, walking towards Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan points at Tatooine and everyone hesitantly agree to land there and repair the ship.

“So much for your first solo mission?” Obi-Wan sitting down next to you, you smiled “Full of excitement” you said “And mud” you added, and he laughed.

“I agree, I can’t wait to take a bath” he stretched and  you sigh, finally able to relax while you traveled towards Tatooine “I wonder what Master Yoda will say when we report back”

“I bet he’ll say only good things, you’ve done great today” Obi-Wan said and you laughed “You are only saying that because I’m your friend”

“You just like me telling you how amazing you are” he replied with a playful roll of his eyes “And what if I do?” your tone made him blush and stammer and you laughed again.

It was decided that you’ll stay in the ship with Obi-Wan and some of the others to avoid unwanted attention. They were getting ready to leave, Qui-Gon dressed as a farmer.

“Don’t let them send any transmissions” he said quietly to the both of you “And be careful, I sense a disturbance in the force”

“I feel it too Master” Obi-Wan replied and Qui-Gon goes into the hallway to meet up with R2 and Jar Jar and they head to the exit ramp. Padme walks out seconds later and you do nothing to stop her. 

“Can’t make everyone follow rules” you said and watch her approach the others. Obi-Wan standing quietly beside you.  

It’s been an hour and the heat was killing, you couldn’t stand it anymore, so you stood up and unbuckled your belt. “What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked you “I can’t stand the heat anymore” Obi-Wan quickly turned the other as he saw you here taking of your robes, only in your undershirt “Relax, I’m not undressing completely” his gaze turned back towards you.

“Don’t you come from a desert planet too?” he asked “You know I wasn’t born in Geonosis” you said sitting back down, feeling more relieved now with less clothing “Besides, spending most of my life surviving there doesn’t mean I love this type of weather” he nodded. 

The wind suddenly picked up outside and you stood up, walking out, Obi-Wan following closely. 

“This storm is going to slow them down” Obi-Wan noted, Captain Panaka joining you outside. 

“We’d better seal the ship” he said, and your heart jumped, you’ll be locked down with Obi-Wan. You walked inside the ship again and sealed it.

Captain Panaka excused himself and walked away, towards the small room the Queen resided. You could finally talk to Obi-Wan. 

“Obi-Wan, I want to talk to you” his eyes quickly changed to worry as his full attention was on you “I’ve- “

Your names were called in urgency and you ran towards the Queen. They had received a hologram transmission from Bibble. The Queen seemed upset and nervous, but Obi-Wan prohibited her from answering, saying it was a trap to track her down. She listened and Obi-Wan walked out of the room to inform Qui-Gon.

“Everything’s going to be alright, do not worry” you said, and she looked at you with anxious eyes “I really hope so” 

You decided to stay with the Queen to calm her down. When she said she’d go to sleep you walked out, meeting Obi-Wan in the main room pacing anxiously, it was already dark outside. When he heard you, he stopped. 

“Let’s talk now” he said firmly, and you nodded.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a long time” you paused, taking a deep breath “But I don’t know why I’ve never been brave enough to do it, the things is… I feel like we share some kind of connection” you met his blue eyes, relief swimming inside them and he grabbed your shoulders.

“I’ve been feeling it too! I just thought I was crazy” he said with a small laugh “When we are too far, I swear I can feel you near me but I can’t touch you, sometimes I have this… vivid dreams” you knew exactly what he was talking about.

“I have them too” you said. You realized how close you were, not daring to move, feeling like you’d scare him away. Obi-Wan started to lean closer, lips almost touching.

“You can stay in the crew quarters if you want” Captain Panaka appeared from the Queen’s room, you pushed a flustered Obi-Wan away “You seemed to have a rough day, you need the rest” he seemed to catch the weird air surrounding you and looked at you questioningly “Am I interrupting something?” 

The both of you blushed hard, Panaka’s eyes travelled from you to Obi-Wan and back “N-No! No” you said and cleared your throat “We appreciate the thought Captain, I think I’ll retire for today, goodnight” you walked away, leaving them behind. Obi-Wan watched you leave, and he cleared his throat before speaking “I-I think I’ll- uhm- go too, goodnight” he rapidly walked the same path you took. Panaka stood there and with a shrug he walked to gather some blankets for him.

Obi-Wan’s heart and mind were racing, as he laid in his bed, he could feel his trouble feelings mixing with yours and after some agonizing minutes passed by, he finally gathered and the courage and stood up. He almost gasped when he opened his door to see you walking out of your quarters. You froze and he did the same, you walked towards him and he stepped inside his room, letting you in too. The door closed behind you making a hissing sound.

You could hear your heart hammering inside your ribcage. The only source of light was the moon as you walked with Obi-Wan towards his bed. You lied down facing the other way and he did the same, not sure what do now. You closed your eyes tightly, turning around, immediately you caught him already looking at you, uncertainty in his eyes. You inched closer. 

“We shouldn’t” his voice barely a whisper, he almost sounded afraid, but when your hand touched his cheek and his eyes closed, you felt his feelings wash over you “I know” you answered softly and leaned into him, giving his lips a small peck, you pulled away slowly, surprised when you felt his hand pulling your head towards his to kiss you properly. The kiss was shy and unexperienced, you could feel yourself overwhelmed as he showed you through your bond his feelings, it knocked the breath out of your lungs for a second and you did the same, showing him every inch of your soul and feelings. He rested his forehead against yours when you pulled away. No words were needed, and you closed your eyes, falling asleep almost immediately. 

Your eyes opened slowly, you sat up, aware of the empty space beside you. You walked out and through the window you found Obi-Wan standing outside speaking into his commlink, probably talking with his Master. Your heart raced; would he tell him what happened last night? 

Obi-Wan sensed your distress and looked towards the window, finding you standing there looking directly at him, he understood the cause of your distress and he winced, turning his gaze away from you, ending his conversation with his Master.

He walked inside the ship again “How did you sleep?” you asked as soon as you saw him “Good” the atmosphere felt off making you uncomfortable. 

Obi-Wan seemed exasperated and he exhaled loudly “Listen, about last night” he started, and you approached him “This can’t be. We must pretend nothing happen and just move on from our feelings” you frowned “And ignore our bond”

“What?” you raised your voice a little.

“You know all of this goes against the code, everything we stand for! We can’t push aside everything just for some selfish desires, we could fall into the dark side!” 

“You know it’s impossible to break our bond!” you felt tears in your eyes “You can’t just tell me to move on from everything, this is part of me and also of you, you cannot run from the truth… I just can’t”

“Well, I can and must certanly will do that, and so will you” 

“Obi-Wan- “

His commlink beeped and you took this as an opportunity to storm out “Y/N” you heard him call out to you, but you ignored him and walked inside your room, locking the door behind you.

He did not follow you or looked for you. So, you stayed inside, trying to control your anger and disappointment; until you heard the commotion outside. You ran out of your room as fast as you could. They were back but Qui-Gon was nowhere to be seen until Obi-Wan pointed him through the cloud of dust. The pilot flies the ship low as Obi-Wan commanded, you opened the ramp and Qui-Gon jumped, what seemed to be a Sith Lord jumping too. Qui-Gon swings his lightsaber with all his might and knocks the guy off the ramp and onto the sand; the ramp closes and you fly away.  

You ran towards the hallway finding Qui-Gon collapsed on the floor opposite the entry, he was breathing hard, covered in dirt and sweat. 

“Are you alright?” you ask, Obi-Wan appearing beside you, you don’t even look at him.

“I think so” he replied, “Who was that?” Obi-Wan asked “I don’t know, but he was well trained in the Jedi arts, I think he was after the Queen” he sensed your worry and quickly answered, “We’ll be safe as once we’re in hyperspace, but I don’t doubt he knows our destination”

“And what are we going to do about it” a kid asked, you and Obi-Wan give him a who are you look, and he looks at the two of you with an innocent stare.

“We will wait. Anakin Skywalker meet Obi-Wan Kenobi and Y/N L/N” you wave at him with a smile. 

“Pleased to meet you. Wow! Are you both Jedi?” he says with amazement, Obi-Wan gives him a skeptical look but you approach, he reminds you of how you used to be, leading him out to chat with him. Obi-Wan watches you walk away, troubled on what to do, with a sad sigh he turns his gaze away, staying with his Master.

“Is something the matter padawan?” His master’s voice brings him back and he shakes his head “No, Master” he replies.

You talk with Anakin while the ship flies into hyperspace, already fond of the little boy. You see Obi-Wan from the corner of your eye and you excuse yourself, saying you were tired, Anakin nods in disappointment but lets you go. Obi-Wan just stands there, not doing anything.

You finally arrive at Coruscant, Supreme Chancellor Valorum, several guards and senator Palpatine waiting for you. Greetings are exchanged and the Queen and her crew walk away with Palpatine, Anakin and Jar Jar follow after Qui-Gon’s signal them to do so. You stay with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

*

Qui-Gon stands in the center of the room with Obi-Wan, the Jedi Council surrounding them. You stand next to your Master, feeling Obi-Wan’s gaze on you, but you still ignore him, refusing to meet his eyes. Qui-Gon talks about what happened, not missing any detail, your eyes glued to the other side of the room, lost in thought; you do not notice the session is over until your Master calls your name. You look at him and before you could say anything Qui-Gon interrupts.

“Master Yoda, may I speak with you?” Master Yoda nods and you walk out, glad to find Obi-Wan was nowhere in sight.

“Master, there is something else, but I didn’t want to say it in front of the Council to avoid trouble” he starts as soon as he knows you are far enough.

“What you are about to say, I already know, about Y/N and Obi-Wan it is” Qui-Gon nods.

“I’m guessing there’s no need of an explanation then, but I’m sure something happened while is was out in Tatooine, I just don’t know what” 

“A strong bond they share, fear in you I sense” 

Qui-Gon sighs “I fear them falling into the dark side, feelings as strong as those are hard to control, especially with the weird force bond they share”

“Something, we must do” the two Masters look at each other.

“I think I have a solution” Yoda looks at Qui-Gon expectantly “Y/N must turn into a Jedi Knight and sent away on a long mission, that’ll give us time to think of something better for them. I just want to make sure both are safe”

Yoda sighed, closed his eyes and nods.

*

You were in the training rooms, clearing your mind when your name was called, you stop, Master Yoda is standing in the doorway, you walk towards him.

“What’s wrong Master?” 

“To turn into a Jedi Knight ready, you are” he said and you widened your eyes “In two days the ceremony will take place, ready you must be” you nod, your stomach turned into excited knots.

*

The next day, you found yourself alone in the heart of the Tranquility Spire inside the preparation chamber meditating, your Knighting ceremony was tomorrow, and this was the first step to finally become a Jedi Knight.

Your eyes were closed, breathing slowly as you relaxed, pushing every other feeling aside, concentrating fully in your bond with the force, looking for your future path.

You started to feel pain and distress, but also love and tranquility, you moved deeper, seeking more. You heard Obi-Wan calling your name softly, he sounded older, you kept looking. Pain and despair enveloped you, but it wasn’t only your pain, you knew it was Obi-Wan’s too; it was unbearable, a few tears fell down your face, but you kept going, trying to find more answers. There was dark within you, you could feel yourself fighting it.

“I’ve never stopped loving you”

You opened your eyes with a loud gasp, your rapid breathing mixing with your heartbeat, though you had no idea what you just discovered, you at least knew what you had to do, you were ready.

*

You entered the dark chamber, kneeling in the center of the room as the masters ignited their lightsabers forming a ring around led by Master Yoda, other members of the council were present too, and also Qui-Gon, which was part of your development as a Padawan. Master Yoda recited the ancient passages used in the ceremony and then lowered his lightsaber just above each of your shoulders, cutting your padawan braid off, once the ceremony was over, you collected your braid and silently walked out. 

Obi-Wan kept looking everywhere for his Master with failure, until he finally spotted him talking with Master Yoda. He ran towards him and greeted both Masters.

“Where were you, master?” Qui-Gon and Yoda exchanged looks “I was at Y/N’s Knighting Ritual”

“What?” he said in disbelief, a sudden sadness washed over him, why didn’t you tell him. Both Masters kept quiet, staring at Obi-Wan’s troubled face “Do you know where she is?”

“Leaving for some time she is, if you want to say goodbye, run fast you must” Obi-Wan waited no time and ran away, leaving the two masters behind. 

His heart was pounding hard, desperate to reach you before you boarded the ship and disappear for force knows how long. He finally reached his destination, just as you were walking towards the ship. He screamed your name and you stopped, sensing his desperation. 

“Y/N why didn’t you tell me about your ceremony?” his hand grasped your arm tightly but not to hurt, he felt that if he did, you’d disappear forever, you kept quiet, avoiding his pleading eyes “Please talk to me”

Tears blurred your vision “I can’t tell you” your voice broke, letting tears fall freely “Just leave it Obi-Wan, I have to go”

“I won’t let you” he said firmly his heart breaking as he looked at your tear stained face “I jus can’t” his voice was barely audible.

“Just let me go, wasn’t this what you wanted?” your voice was filled with heartbreak and hints of anger, without noticing his grip loosened and you freed yourself, “Goodbye” you looked at him one last time, turning on your back and boarding your new ship. Obi-Wan just stood there frozen, his gaze never leaving your ship until it disappeared into the starry sky.

He ran towards your secret place as you liked to call it, and just when he arrived realization hit him, you were probably never coming back. His back crashed against the wall and he slid down, sinking in his regret as he finally let himself cry against his hands.

[your-1up-girl]

Working on Weapons (Cindy Aurum x Fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: I love Cindy. This is my first time writing smut. I hate it. Please enjoy :)

Word Count: 4756

Link to AO3

Ever since you and the guys first showed up at the garage and you saw her walk towards the car with a smile that seemed to taunt you and a sway in her hips that spoke a language of their own, you knew that you stood no chance against this woman’s spell.

Every so often when you had to make a visit for supplies or do a task for her, you would do your best to turn on the charm. You weren’t bad at flirting, hell one time when you were at a bar, you and Gladio made a bet to see who could get the most numbers by the end of the night. Long story short, you had him beat and had an amazing night with one of those numbers. 

The problem with flirting with Cindy was that she just seemed so used to it that it felt like nothing you did even phased her. Much to your dismay (and Gladio’s utmost entertainment) all of your subtle and not so subtle advances had no effect on her. The winks, cute nicknames that you reserved only for her, lingering touches, soft eyes and smiles that seemed to convey both innocence and hidden suggestive messages. Absolutely nothing. It was driving you crazy. It was at the point that even poor Prompto was rooting for you (“I have to live vicariously through you so you better make this happen,” It was a joke, one followed by a playful shove and a wink).

Just when you were at that point of giving up, it finally happened one afternoon. You all were returning from picking up headlights from that Gods forsaken sewer system. The whole party was exhausted and you wanted nothing more than to take a shower in the caravan. 

“Hey Cin!” You called out catching her attention from another hunter who, from the look of dejection, struck out with her. “We got it.” 

Cindy took the headlights from you but not before giving you elevator eyes, your appearance was intoxicating to her. Perfectly disheveled hair, a tank top that clung deliciously against your chest and hips, small bruises perfectly stamping your skin (some, she made note of, appeared to be about the size of her mouth), and a light sheen of sweat on your skin. If she hadn’t known why you were gone, she may have just gotten other ideas in her head about your look. Not that you noticed of course, Gladio convinced the others to take a hunt that was also in that sewer system. It took far too long to find and kill; with the exhaustion setting in you hadn’t noticed how the tables were turned and the woman of your dreams was now unapologetically checking you out.

“Didn’t realize these little ol’ things would be such trouble.” You smiled at her, combing your hair back with your fingers causing Cindy to flush ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re back and no one got too hurt other than Noct’s pride. But I’m letting you know now, if you want us to go back there for anything else, I’m gonna have to tell you to go fuck yourself.” Cindy laughed. It was a joke and she knew it, the smirk on your beautiful lips and the playful glint in your eye told her that.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind darlin’,” Turing, she saw that Ignis had put the car in her garage to prepare for the lights modification. “Looks like I got to get back to the ol’ girl. She’s gon be shinin’ so bright that the stars’ll wanna take notes.”

“If they wanna learn so badly they should just look into your eyes.” Gods that was corny even her face scrunched up on that one, but she still had that sweet, weak-in-the-knees smile so you assumed she somewhat enjoyed it? Thought it was cute at least?

“Anyways, to save myself from further embarrassment, I'm gonna go. Got a nice cold shower and a hot meal with my name on it.” You turned on your heel thinking the conversation would just end at that but what Cindy said next would forever stay in your mind.

“I thought I was the only hot meal you wanted to eat baby girl?”

...

Did you just hear that correctly? You tripped on your own two feet and barely had the nerve to turn around to see the beautiful mechanic giving you a small smile with slightly parted lips and half lidded eyes. She looked you up and down once more and licked her lips with a subtly that almost went missed by you. You knew that she was practically undressing you with her eyes because you had done the same on many occasions. Wondering if she was thinking about the same lewd thoughts made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. Opening and closing your mouth trying to think of something to say, Cindy just shook her head smiling at the ground before leaving you with, “Have a nice cold shower hun.”

Later in the evening, after you and the boys had cleaned up, and Ignis was making something in the caravan because no matter how late it was Ignis always wanted to make sure everyone was fed. You sat outside reading with Gladio, Noctis and Prompto as they played rounds of King’s Knight. But couldn’t care less about whatever they were doing or about what you were doing for that matter. You read the same page about 20 times now, but you just couldn’t get that interaction out of your head. Had all your flirting finally worked? Or was she just playing you? 

“How y’all doing?” Speak of the gorgeous devil. All heads turned as Cindy approached the caravan. She wore black skin tight leggings, a loose gray crop top that hung off her left shoulder, and of course her signature cowgirl boots. It was nice to see her in casual clothes. The domestic look was one that suited her nicely you thought. You loved it when she wore her work attire but seeing her so relaxed, it made you imagine a possible future with her.

“You look comfortable Cindy. Done for the day? Thought you never close up shop.” Gladio asked. 

“Yeah just about wanted to finish early today; the Regalia looks real nice now that she’s got new lights on ‘er. And you don’t gotta worry about those damn daemons either.” 

Prompto gave out a happy shout at both the no more daemons news and for winning the match. 

“What would we do without you Cindy.” Noctis relayed the gratitude with a slight pout.

“Aw don’t give me too much credit now. I just connect some wires and do some modifications. Speaking of, (Y/N).” Your head snapped so quickly to her she giggled making you blush, “My reason for closin’ early was so I would use you as my guinea pig.” She paused on purpose, wanting to get your reaction at her choice of words. She approached you to where you were, sitting on the table with a tilt of her head and a sly smile she continued. “Well, your weapons that is. See, with Paw-Paw modin’ things for the Prince, figured why not throw my hat in the ring too. If everything goes well, I could fix up equipment for other hunters as well.” Cindy crossed one leg over the other bouncing the top leg lightly as she spoke giving you an eye full of her calves. And dammit, you could not help yourself as your eyes wandered up to her thighs to the curve of her ass. Up her hips and exposed waist and to where the shirt peaked from her breasts, the soft skin of her neck just waiting to be bitten and finally to her face where a knowing smirk and lecherous eyes watched you take in her appearance. 

She had you now more than ever. To think, you had been flirting with her on every occasion you could. All of a sudden she struts over here and says the right words, acts a certain way and you become putty in her hands. “So (Y/N) what’d ya say?” Prompto had to kick you lightly under the table to get you out of your shocked state. 

Stuttering you gave an answer, “I yeah-yes, of course you can use me—My weapons! You can use- fix them if you want to.” Gods just kill me now! Face beat read you could hear Gladio and Noctis containing their snickers at you making an utter fool of yourself in front of Cindy. She didn’t seem to mind however, just turned that smirk into a smile and hopped off the table and began to walk towards the garage. She was about half way there and you were still glued to your seat like an idiot when someone spoke from the door of the caravan.

“I don’t think you should keep her waiting (Y/N).” Ignis took a sip of Ebony.

“Wha-? Weren’t you cooking-? How long have you been-”

“Long enough to know that you won’t be joining us for dinner. Now, you have much better things to attend to than staying here with me and The Three Stooges.” He was right, you got up from your seat already noting how you felt a bit of slickness at your core as you began to walk over to the garage. “Oh and (Y/N),” Turning to Iggy you saw the smirk as he took another sip of coffee, “Have fun.” 

You didn’t say anything and just made your way to the garage. Taking the back entrance seeing that the large main door was closed early for the afternoon. Once inside you saw Cindy working on something at the workbench biting her bottom lip in concentration. She looked up at you when she heard the door shut, “Hey doll come ‘er.” You approached her as she told you to place your weapons off to the far right of the bench. Doing as you're told, you summoned your short sword and placed it on the bench. You turned around but as you did Cindy came up to you and kissed you. She had her arms on either side of you, effectively trapping. The kiss was one with a fever that you made your whole body tense and heat go straight to your core. That feeling bubbled so pleasantly within you.

However, you were in such a state of shock because Cindy Aurum was basically making out with you that you had yet to return the kiss. Cindy stopped to look at you with a hint of fear in her eyes.

“Have I overstepped my boundaries? I’m so sorry hun’ I just, you were always flirtin’ with me, so I took that as an opportunity to- You can leave if I made ya uncomfort-”

“No.” It was soft, you didn’t want to scare her any more that she clearly was. “It’s just that-” You dragged your hands across the exposed sink of her waist and brought her closer to you. Taking your time to feel just how soft it was. Your left hand played with the shirt hem and your right drew small infinity signs on the small of her back. “In all the ways I’ve had this dream play out, that’s all it ever was. A dream.”

It looked like that relaxed Cindy because next thing you knew she placed her lips on yours once more and pulled you close as well. Thank the Gods that your brain returned to a functional state as you kissed her back. Making sure to match the force and passion behind it. 

“Let me tell you baby girl, I am very,” Cindy grabbed your hand, “Much.” Open palm she allowed it to ghost over her breast. “Real.” A quick glance down and a nod was all you need to knead the soft flesh in your hand. The sigh that fell from her lips sent shivers throughout your entire body. 

“You're not wearing a bra?” 

“Oh? I guess I ain’t.” She bit her bottom lip and laughed. “Honestly (Y/N), I’m surprised you just noticed. Just so you know, I ain’t wearing a thong either darlin’.” A whine escaped you and you leaned forward to kiss her again moving in tandem with her as you gave the other breast some attention as well. Her arms found their way around your waist and down to your ass, giving it a squeeze. Every moment that passed you expected one of the boys to shake you awake but the way Cindy felt, her breasts and hands, her dangerously addicting mouth, it all felt too real to be anything but reality. And thank the Astrals for that.

With caution, you allowed your fingers to graze over the nipple, already, it began to harden under the shirt at your touch. The kiss broke only for a moment as Cindy whispered in your ear, “Pinch it darlin’.” 

And that is exactly what you did. Tweaking and twisting the small bud between your index finger and thumb. The action rewarded you the most intoxicating sound as Cindy moaned softly in your ear. In a bold move on her part, she brought one leg in between yours. The moan was one so sinful you didn’t even realize that you were capable of making such a noise. 

That noise gave fuel to Cindy as she applied more pressure to your core with her leg. More sounds escaped both your mouths and you grinned into her thigh, mentally wishing you wore something much thinner than skinny jeans.

“Want to take this somewhere more private?” The infatuation in both hers and your eyes were apparent and Cindy laughed.

“We have a whole garage to ourselves, that not enough privacy for you?” 

“Well, as hot as it would be to eat you out on the hood of the Regalia, I feel that if Noctis found out then he would literally behead us.” 

Cindy smiled at you, with a peck on the lips and said, “I don’t think he’ll mind. What he don’t know won’t kill him, right? But, a bed is always good.” With your hand in yours, she led you to a side upstairs part of the garage. Opening up the door at the top of the side staircase revealed a quaint, rustic studio apartment of sorts. One central open area that had a small kitchen and dining area. There were some built in bookshelves that contained various books and pictures. A small love-seat with two pink pillows located near a door which you assumed was the bathroom. And on a more raised part of the room was a small dresser and her full sized mattress, adorned with pillows and a gray, chunky knit throw blanket. 

On said mattress was the woman of your dreams. Seated on her haunches, leaning forward ever so slightly to accentuate her breasts and hair tousled from your hands moments before, she beckoned you to the bed. Wasting no time, you all but ran to her, crashing your lips against her and laid her gently against the soft duvet covers. Her hands were on your hips again, fingers finding their way to the button of your jeans. You smiled into the kiss and helped her out undoing it yourself and shimmying out of the article. 

“What were you thinking about over there when you came in hun'?” The small circles being rubbed on your clit made it differently to answer but you did.

"Ahhh, just thinking that you got a real nice place. I guess it kind of surprised me." Deciding to return the favor and give an eye for an eye, you lifted her shirt off and tossed it. Taking in her beautiful upper body; chest of full display and nipples harden from when you played with them. Further grinding into her fingers you took one nipple into your mouth and began to suck and flick your tongue across the skin. Cindy arched her back at the sudden stimulation and momentarily stopped the rubbing.

"Oh God's (Y/N) that feels…"  She couldn't finish as you moved to the next breast but still played with the other with your expert hands. "Ah! Based on how much attention you give my boobs, I take it that you're a tit girl then?"

You released from her with a pop, “When it comes to you, I just adore everything.” and began to attack her neck and collar bone. Kissing and nipping at the sun-kissed skin. She held you close running fingers desperately through your hair and leaving scratches along you back, your shirt discarded a long time ago. 

"Keep doing that and I'll have to wear an actual shirt tomorrow hun'." The smirk on her lips was evident that she would do nothing of the sort. The thought of her working tomorrow with the bruises, bites and hickeys exposed for all the world to see made the fire in your core burn even hotter.

"Something tells me you'll be fine. And if you can still form sentences then I'm clearly not doing a good enough job." You started at the valley of her breasts and left a trail of kisses and worked your way down to where her leggings laid just above her pelvic bone. 

"My my my, aren't you all worked up." The comment acknowledged the prominent wet spot on her leggings. You looked Cindy dead in the eyes, hers were a bit furrowed.

"Oh please darlin', don't act all high and mighty like you aren't as wet as- AH!" You rubbed your fingers on that mark and Cindy moaned so beautifully that it grew a smirk on your face. 

You positioned yourself between her legs and licked your tongue across her sex. Cindy threw her head back against the pillows and begged you to do that again. Her thighs found homes on your shoulders and your hands on her abdomen to pin her down. 

You licked her through her leggings knowing that the fabric both gave a good feeling but also was a frustrating barrier. Sucking on her clit one more time, it was time that you took off her leggings. She got the queue and lifted her hips to help you and threw them off the bed. 

Just to even the playing field, you took off your panties and unhooked your bra. Your boobs bounced out of the lacey prison and Cindy didn't even try to hide how she stared. 

Legs spread wide, her clit wet from her own arousal and your mouth you added one finger and watched as she arched up from the bed. The perfect arch of her back made her look like a sculpture at the Citadel. Along with a gorgeous "O" forming on her mouth. 

Your finger moved back and forth. Cindy's grip on the messed up duvet below her tightened. You took this as an opportunity to add not only a second finger but also your mouth to the party. Your other unoccupied hand found and held hers as you continued. 

Some instructions were given, A little to the... Yeah there. Curl your fingers (Y/N). No, that’s more like scratchin’. Oh! That’s perfect. Now, if ya can… go deeper. Ah. Ahh! AH! Yes darlin' right there!

You devoured not only her but every moan, gasp, shudder, and sigh that left her mouth. You sent your fingers deeper, down to your knuckles and Cindy screamed out. “AH! YES! YES! YES! Oh sweet ASTRALS baby girl! Keep going! AH!!” Hands took desperate hold of your hair pushing your face further into her wanton sex. You could feel her walls tighten around your fingers; it encouraged you to go faster but then Cindy called out.

“WAit… wait (Y/N).” There was a hard tug on your hair that lifted you from her slick center. You took a deep breath mouth wet from her arousal and took your fingers out of her.

“Did I do something wrong?” It took a moment for Cindy to respond. It was obvious that she missed your feeling already, what with her flushed face, blown out pupils and the sheen of sweat on her body.

“Naw baby girl… you didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“Then?” 

“It ain’t fair for me to be the one getting all the attention.” The mechanic found strength to give you some attention, her hand rubbing against your sex, she took your moan to memory and held nothing back as she gave you much needed friction to your core. Cindy was more rough with you. Even when she took one nipple in her mouth, she sucked and flicked the bud with force. Teeth were used to lightly tug and twist, her ultimate goal was to bring the soft bud to peak. 

Breaths began to shudder at the stimulation you were receiving. Cindy turned you around so you could lay against some pillows at the head of the bed. Her fingers entered you with ease, you slick with arousal as you held her close. Minimal assistance was given on your part, what with your brain practically shutdown from her actions but Cindy knew how to read you. Noticed little movements, subtle gasps or even when your face scrunched slightly telling her to try a different spot. The ragged breaths that came from both your bodies and the squelching noises that were produced from her working your mercilessly were the only things heard in the studio room. She worked her way up from your breasts and to your neck, leaving the same, if not more marks against your skin that would be a bitch to cover in the morning. 

She gave you a heated kiss and you could feel the smile on her lips as she danced with you. Your bottom lip earned a small bite when you snaked your arms up her back and clawed your way down. When she released your lips, the smile was more present than ever and Cindy licked her own.

“You never told me that I tasted so good darlin’.” A small peck on the lips. “You wanna find out how you taste?” Her fingers left your core and you whined at the emptiness but it was cut short when she put her two fingers in your mouth. You sucked them letting your tongue rub against the pads of her digits. When pulled out she laughed at the face you made.

“Kinda bitter, but I’m not surprised. Noct has been taking more hunts at night and coffee is the only thing keeping me awake.”   

She hummed and you barely caught the whisper of, “Mind if I try?” Before she put her two fingers back in and massaged you. Fingers curled in just the right way, the slow pumps along with her thumb rubbing your clit. Not breaking her gaze at you as your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud at the languid pace she kept. The blonde woman placed a small pillow behind your head to keep you from hurting yourself. 

“Gods! Cindy! Please!” Fingers were removed and placed into her mouth, self-satisfied smile at the flush ever present on your face. Legs on either side of you in a straddle, she put her fingers back in you, catching your neck with her mouth as you bucked at the insertion. “I think you taste divine baby girl.” Whispered against sensitive skin, it formed goosebumps all along your body. 

Finally, you put your fingers back into her. Your breaths mixed beautifully with her moans against your skin. Cindy took your nipple in her mouth again. Deft fingers worked you so well that when you finally climaxed, you stopped working Cindy for just a moment. The way you called out her name as your orgasm washed over you was music to her ears. “AH! CI-CINDY! Don’t stop! AH-AHH! OH GODS!” How she was able to get you so loud, you would never know. Normally, you were a quiet love maker but with Cindy it seemed she could turn you into a pornstar. Giving you one last pump she took in her work. Your chest was heaving, mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated and hair an absolute mess; you looked like sin in your post orgasm state. 

Cindy didn’t blame you for being so worn out but she was impressed when you still pumped your fingers into her. She took mercy on you and began to ride your fingers but not before removing hers from you and placing them back in her mouth lapping up the release you left on her. Her bundle of nerves got stimulation from your thumb. You just enjoyed the sights and sounds of her breasts bouncing, whimpers from sucking her own fingers clean of you, and the soft wet slaps of her grinding, as she took her own release on your fingers.

One final desperate shout escaped her as she fell forward against your equally exhausted body. Both parties laid on the bed and tried to catch their breaths. Cindy sat up against and kissed you, this time it was soft, meaningful and somewhat fleeting. 

“I think we ruined your duvet…”

“Aw don’t worry ‘bout it darlin.’ Nothin’ a quick wash won’t fix. How ‘bout you get this off the bed and I’ll get us a warm towel to clean us off.” You nodded and she hopped off you and to the kitchen to wet a towel with warm water as you made quick work of the duvet and throw pillows. Cindy came back, pulled the sheets back and motioned for you to get into bed with her. Gently you cleaned each other up and placed the towel on the nightstand near her bed once finished. That was also when you noticed that it was so late into the night and you hadn’t eaten anything. Stomach catching up with your mind it made a loud rumbling noise that you both laughed at. 

“I totally forgot that I skipped dinner.”

“It was worth it though right?”

You caressed her chin and guided her to a small kiss. “Oh absolutely. But Ignis’ll flip if he finds out I didn’t eat.”

“Well (Y/N) you kinda did eat.” Cindy sat on her haunches with her legs just barely spread. “I’d say you had yourself a full course meal.” A playful tackle to the bed wiped that smirk off her face as laughter filled the room. You blew against her stomach and she tried, in vain, to push you off. “Okay okay! How ‘bout this: You get yourself to the bathroom if you need to I’ll leave you a shirt of mine and get started on makin’ us something proper to eat? May not be like the Prince’s Advisor, but I consider myself a good cook at times.”

“Sounds like a plan.” To the bathroom you went and did what you had to do there, and true to her word, Cindy left you one of her shirts. The soft fabric was gentle on your skin, it was much larger than you expected it to be, just going past the curve of your butt, and it had the smell of Jasmine, vanilla, and motor oil. When you met Cindy at the stove she already began to warm up what appeared to be a breakfast like dish. She asked you to watch the food as she went to the bathroom herself.

Maybe five minutes passed. You hummed a tune as you cooked the food. Cindy wrapped her arms around your waist, she too wearing an over-sized shirt.

“You look nice like this.” It was whispered against soft fabric and love-bitten skin.

“Like how? In one of your shirts?”

“That, and here with me.” One kiss was barely pressed on your shoulder. “I could get used to late night or, I should say early mornin’, meals with you. Waking up with you. Being able to call you my girl.” The food sizzled on the stove as Cindy all but confessed to you. “That is… if you’ll want to. Don’t wanna force you or anything but, having you here with me has made me more happy than you could now.”

You turned and kissed her. The answer to the request, your hands grazing up and down her back while hers gripped tightly to the shirt you wore. Both of you were smiling before, during and after the kiss. Your foreheads rested against one another as you happily whispered, “Cindy, nothing would make me happier.” 

[sergeant-donny-donowitz]

Heroes Under the Stars

Inglourious Basterds Imagine (Aldo Raine x Reader) 

Requested by @asconfusedasonecanbe​ :)

@owba-chan​ @war-obsessed​

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"You don't know a damn thing about her, Donowitz, so why don't you step on back there with ‘em boys, and call it quits."

"Me? Be fuckin' serious, Aldo. You're not young like us. She don't wanna be a geriatric nurse after the war."

Aldo rolled his eyes, "That the best you got, Donowitz?"

Donny pushed him, "She's mine, Aldo. You think you're a hero cause of what you did? You think now she's gonna fall for you? She's not like that, and she don't like you."

Aldo pushed him back, and lowered his voice, "You wanna run that by me again, son?"

"No way she's gonna pick you over me, Aldo. She's mine."

Aldo grabbed Donny by the collar, "Ain't no way I'm just gon' step back and let you-"

Their argument was interrupted by a third voice. One that they both respected, but were startled by. You glanced at Aldo as you walked past them, "Might help if you didn't treat me like I was one of your knives," you turned to Donny before you disappeared into the forest, "or your fucking bat."

You heard them call after you, but you didn't care. It was getting ridiculous.

Absolutely ridiculous.

At first, it was cute to you, and kind of funny. You thought they'd get over it. They were both grown men. They had a team of soldiers to lead. They were a lieutenant and a sergeant, they  were bound to find reason.

Instead, they found their hearts bound to you.

The arguing was once restricted to drunken, slurred comments in caverns every now and then. Then, it was low muttering and glares at ech other by the fire. Now, it was within earshot of the camp.

'Fucking ridiculous.' You huffed as you trudged past them.

"Y/n...wait." Donny's hand rested on your forearm.

"Why should I wait for either of you?" You turned suddenly, causing both of them to stop in their tracks. They could see your fierce, piercing eyes, and stone cold heart. You'd had it. "Both of you have almost gotten yourselves killed because of me," You glared right at them. You glared until you could tell it struck their nerves, made them ashamed, and even hurt. They'd both put the team in danger and taken a bullet for you. It would've been an immeasurable act of love to anyone.

Anyone but you.

You had a job. You had a mission. You were a basterd. You all were. The rest were your brothers. You couldn't have lived with it.

You couldn't have lived with it, knowing that either Donny or Aldo died for you, or got everyone else killed just to save you.

That wasn't love.

It wasn't even heroic.

That was selfish, and foolish, and unforgivable.

You glared at Aldo, and you planted your finger in his chest, right where there was a scar.

Right where, not too long ago, there was a bullet you had to pull out yourself.

Omar could have done it, so could Wicki. They had some medical training too.

But you figured, it was your fault he got hurt, it was you that had to save him...

Still...

You looked right at Aldo, right into his eyes and said, "And one of you almost suceeded." You turned away, and left them, silent, and perplexed.

Never in a million years would either of them had thought they'd be put in their place by anyone.

Especially anyone under their command.

Aldo the basterd, the lieutenant, and the Apache, was not a quitter. He never was, and never would be. He fought to the death every day of his life, even before the war, and if he had to fight for you to the death, he would.

He was a hunter, and a bootlegger. He knew a thing or two about patience and timing. He could wait to the end of the war, the end of the century, or a million more wars and centuries if he needed to, just for you. 

You had wandered deep into the forest, and came upon a clearing. You looked up at the stars. The same stars you saw in your hometown. The same stars Aldo saw way up the Smoky Mountains, back in Tennessee. They were the same stars you both saw together, the night you met.

All you could hear was the soft breeze dancing between the drying leaves, and chorus of crickets scattered around the forest like the stars in the sky.

It was nice to hear something other than Donny and Aldo's grievances and tirades droning on and on, and drowning out the crackling fire.

You heard a snap behind you. The familiar sound of a boot stepping over the forest floor. You held your revolver out, and turned around.  You muttered, "Nicht heute Nacht, Arschloch."

‘Not tonight, asshole...’

You had too many things to think about, and a scalp wasn't one of them.

"At ease, private." You heard Aldo chuckling as he stepped closer, the light of the moon fell over his face, and you sighed.

Partially out of relief, mostly in annoyance. You lowered your gun, and turned away.

You heard Aldo get closer, "Y/n..."

"Go away."

He chuckled again, "Now's that any way to talk to your lieutenant?!"

You crossed your arms, and kept your back to him. "Aldo, I'm serious. Go back to camp."

"Not without you."

"I can do just fine on my own." You raised your arms up in exasperation, and he caught the glint of your gun.

He knew you were right. You were known among the basterds for your headshots...of course it took the fun out of some things, but, if they needed you, you never let them down.

He knew if you didn't realize it was him, it really would've been over.

But that was it...

The only way it would ever be over for him was if he didn't have you.

You were one special girl. You were far more than a basterd with a lucky shot, and he saw that the moment he laid eyes on you, in fact, he saw it in your eyes.

He was a bit older than the other basterds. Even if it wasn't too hard for a war hero to find a girl, it was getting more and more difficult for him to find real love as he got older.

Then he found you.

He could never let anything happen to you.

So he took an actual bullet for you.

But he also knew a thing or two about you. You weren't 'no goddamn damnsel in distress.'

"I'm sorry... You just.....I love you." He lowered his voice toward the end. It was gruff, but he meant it.

"You didn't have to die for me to know that."

"I didn't."

"You and Donny take things too far."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry wouldn't have brought you back. Sorry wouldn't have brought him back if it was him, and you know we need him. Oh, ....we...you know? The team? The soldiers you lead? The ones that rely on you... yeah, sorry wouldn't have helped them either."

"You don't need me, y/n...I know that. You don't need nobody. You ain't the type of person to ever need nobody." You felt him rest his hand on your forearm, "I ain't like you. I can't see myself winning this war without any of you...and I can't see myself living on without you."

"Aldo-"

"Y/n..." Aldo had never been so candid with anyone before. "I don't know how else to tell you, I'm sorry, I love you, I may not be the only one, but..."

You crossed your arms tighter, and turned to the side.

"I know you love me. You look at me a way you ain't look at nobody else. Not even Donny." You could hear the slyness in Aldo's voice. You clenched your teeth as you exhaled. Something about Aldo always did make your heart melt like butter on a summer morning.  

Aldo smirked a little as his arms wrapped around your waist, "Come on, darlin'."

Your shoulders dropped, and you stopped gripping yourself like a strait-jacket.

You smiled...

You always did, when he called you that.

Aldo knew that. He may be a little older, but he knew a thing or two about life.

Sometimes, the hero may not always get what they want, and they may not get a happy ending, but they certainly do get what they need.

He kissed you on the cheek, and held on to you, knowing you were everything he'd ever need, and as you leaned your head against his chest, he knew that he'd get that happy ending with you.

[tastingmellow]

She’s Yours?

A/N: I had this idea for a while and I do NOT correlate it to that song with that pedophilic fuck nigga R. Kelly so don’t you dare start with me! This kind of a in between imagines fic because the next few fics will sequels to fics I’ve already written but you guys wanted a part 2!

Pairing: Issa surprise that I’m sure y’all can figure out.

Summary: A very odd occurrence is happening and it has everyone scratching their head

Warnings: Language. Reader is a baddie, a black queen.

Word Count: Lmao, just skip this part. You know the answer.

Steve and Bucky walked through the pristine corridor , talking and laughing with one another as they avoided the bustling bodies and chatter around them. They were both on their way to lunch to discuss an alliance with two other company heads, both of them talking about the amazing woman they had met.

“I’m telling you, she’s like no other woman I’ve met. She has this amazing smile, the smoothest skin and OH! She has this cute birthmark that I love tracing. God, I know it’s only been a month but...I can see the rest of my life with her.” Bucky spoke, eyes glazed over as he went through his memories of blissful nights with the mystery woman.

“Wow, Buck. She sounds great, I’d love to meat her one day. And I’d love for you to meet mine. She’s the cutest, most kindest woman I’ve ever met. She has this passion for caring for others that compares to no other. She’s genuinely perfect in every aspect.” Steve spoke about his woman, his eyes lighting up. He had known his woman for a bit longer than Buck and it was hands down one of the best times of his life.

“Sounds like we’re both whipped pal, maybe we should go on a double date soon. In the meantime, we need to hurry up and get to lunch before we’re late.” Bucky checked his watch before the two of them picked up their pace.

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Erik walked to the table where his close friend Trevante sat. Trevante stood up, immediately recognizing his friend. They dapped each other up in that way all men do before sitting down, Erik unbuttoning his jacket to sit comfortably. “What’s been going on with you, Tre? Last time I saw you, you were drunk off ya ass at that party.” Erik laughed at the memory and Tre winced, a smile still gracing his face.

“Mannn, I thought we agreed to forget about that? Wasn’t my finest hour.” The two men laughed as the waiter came to take their drink orders. Tre put his in before leaning forward, as did Erik. “So, what’s this I hear about my boy being swept up off his feet?”

Erik chuckled before pointing a finger at him. “First of all, don’t ever say that shit in regards to me again. Second of all, yeah, man. Shawty is...something special. But I heard you got somebody too, boy!” Erik brought up what had been circling around the city for a minute and Tre’s smile grew, nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. I got somebody real special. She’s gotta have the smartest mouth I’ve ever seen on a woman, she’s funny as hell, cool, knows how to handle business. She’s...whew, she’s a dime for sure.” Tre spoke Erik leaned back, laughing to himself.

“Oh nahhh, she got my boy whipped.” The men laughed and Tre shrugged. “Ain’t nothing wrong with that, what about you though? Heard you haven’t been able to stop talking about her since y’all got together.”

Erik nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah, she is. She can go from goofy to nothing but business at the drop of a hat. She be looking out for me too, always making sure I slept, ate, took a shower. She’s a keeper.”

Just as Erik finished up his speech Steve and Bucky walked in. The hostess directed them to the table and Erik and Tre stood, shaking hands with the other two men. They exchanged polite greetings before sitting, engaging in a bit of small talk

Laughter flowed throughout the interaction, the men making jokes. “Yeah, Erik here was just enlightening me on the woman he’s been seeing.” Tre spoke up and Bucky’s eyebrows rose. “Really? Steve and I were just talking about our special ladies on the way here.”

Tre and Erik chuckled as Steve nodded in agreement. “Looks like we’re all caught up in a phenomenal female.” Steve spoke and everyone at the table agreed. Erik took a sip from his drink before rubbing his hands together, an ecstatic smile on his face. “Alright, gentleman. Let’s get down to business.”

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Time seemed to fly by with the light conversation and easy business talk that the four men were currently engaging in. They’re meals had just arrived and they stopped the business talk for the moment to enjoy they’re food and just talk about life.

“Tell me about your girl, Tre.” Steve spoke up, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin before dropping it in his lap. Trevante did the same before sitting up. “Well, she’s this...alluring beauty. I wish you guys knew how beautiful she was. She has this fresh outlook on life and it just makes her all the more amazing to be around. Her eyes light up when she talks about her passion. It’s really everything about her that I love.”

Erik and Bucky nodded. “It’s the same with me, she’s so thoughtful and caring. She doesn’t hesitate to give and put others before herself. But don’t let that full you, she’s quick to put someone in their place. She’s even done it with me a couple of time.” Bucky laughed and the table erupted in understanding.

“Sounds like we all have some keepers.” Erik spoke and they all nodded in agreement. Steve’s eyes rose from his plate and glanced around before he did a double take. His smile grew wider as he saw his woman standing at the entrance, talking to the hostess, presumably here to meet with a client.

“Speaking of my woman. Y/N!” He yelled and your head snapped up from the reservation list you had your finger on. You politely asked the hostess to ready your table before telling her you’d be right back.

You wore a slightly confused expression on your face as the four men’s head snapped up at the name. The only face you recognized was Erik’s so who is this blonde calling you by your first name.

Steve stood up and walked towards you, wrapping his arms around you before placing a confident kiss on your lips. You dropped your purse and stood in shock, eyes open. Your body finally registered what was happening and you immediately pinched his side, causing the stranger to let go. He winced and you looked at him like he was crazy.

“The hell is wrong with you? I thought we were best friends!” You heard the brunette speak up, watching him pop up. “And you! Why would you go after him?! Of all people?”

You looked at the brunette, eyebrows knitted in confusion. You opened your mouth to speak before the dark skinned man with the low fade stood up, “The hell are you talking about?! Y/N, what the fuck are they talking about?”

You opened your mouth again but we’re cut off by Erik. “That’s how you gon do a nigga? You fucking my homeboy and—“

“Will y’all shut the fuck up?!” You rose your voice and they hushed immediately. You huffed and turned to Steve, an apologetic expression on your face. “Sir, I’m sorry but you have me mistaken for someone else. All of you do, ‘cept for Erik. I don’t know the rest of y’all but I obviously look like someone y’all know, sorry for the confusion.”

Steve blinked, Bucky tilted his head, and Tre scratched the back of his neck while Erik walked up to you. “Hey, boo!” You smiled in recognition before pulling on his dreads. He winced and before he could ask you replied. “That’s for thinking I’d ever cheat on you. Although, you can’t be TOO mad. If I did cheat on you with any of them it wouldn’t exactly be a downgrade.”

You smiled at the men and they laughed, Steve going red from embarrassment as he stepped forward to apologize. “I’m so sorry, I thought you were my girl. You look exactly like my girl, it’s honestly freaky.” You nodded and raised your hand to pat his chest. “It’s no problem. Can I see what she looks like? Well can I see what all of your girls look like?”

The rest of the men pulled out their phones and showed you a picture of their respective girls. Your eyes widened and you chuckled to yourself. “Okay, that’s fucking scary.”

Erik tilted his head, “Those aren’t your sisters or something?” You shook your head. “No, I’ve never seen those girls before. I mean we look alike with slight differences but yeah, I’ve never seen them before. Maybe you’re in some alternate universe.”

You smiled brightly and the men at the table nearly swooned once you did. You laughed softly and lightly tilted your head in disbelief. “Steve!” A woman’s voice yelled out behind you. You all turned around and when you and the woman locked eyes you were floored.

“Holy shit.” She murmured and you laughed. “Hey, Tre!” Another voice called out and all eyes went to her. Tre waved awkwardly as the woman made her way over. She spotted you and Steve’s girl and nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Oh my God.” She spoke and you all laughed. “Bucky, baby!” The last woman called out and everyone turned again.

She looked between you, Steve and Tre’s girl before chuckling incredulously. “This is fucking crazyyy.” You and your doppelgängers laughed, leaning on each other.

“We’re gonna need nametags,” Erik spoke up the men agreed.

“Definitely.”

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[angelbabyszn]

Nights Like This (Cesar X Reader)

OMB Masterlist

(Play Nights Like This by Kehlani while reading this imagine ❤️)

You act like you need remindin'

Tryna do it over, bring it back and rewind it

But all that glitters isn't gold, I was blinded

Should have never gave you my heart on consignment

You walked into a 50's theme restaurant named Paris & Me and went into the kitchen to start work. You were a waitress.

Cesar really messes things up now. One day once he wants you and next, he's into Olivia. You were so done with the back and forth so you broke up with him. It's been officially two weeks since you broke up with him.

You're getting better but it still hurts to see your ex-boyfriend being interested in another girl in front of your face. Touching her, teasing her, all the things he used to do to you before he does it to somebody else.

And I can't believe the lies that I went for

Thought you was mine, but you decided to be with him though

You took my feelings and just threw 'em out the window

Feel like it's too hard to fall in love again, no

You took off your bag as you entered the lounge room for staff. You tie your white apron and put your hair in a ponytail as you start to walk back into the main building of the restaurant.

You took a look around to see people eating, talking, and having fun with their loved ones.

"It's packed tonight." you quietly said to yourself and turn your head to the right to see a couple looking deep into their eyes while drinking a chocolate milkshake together with two straws.

"Okay, time to get to work." you said quietly to yourself and shake your head to ignore your thoughts.

You took out your phone and wireless earbuds from the back of your pocket. You wrap your earbuds around your neck and turn them on. You go to your music app, and press play from the part you stop the song.

On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us

I've been reminiscin', sippin', missin' ya

Can you tell me what's with all this distant love?

If I called, would you pick it up?

You sang quietly as you clean tables with a washcloth.

You start getting a call on your phone that interrupts your music. You thought it was Cesar ready to say sorry but turns out it was Monse.

You were a bit disappointed but you ignored your feelings and picked up the phone.

"Hey girl. How are you holding up?" asked Monse.

"I'm fine. Nothing new. Just cleaning tables at work." you said to the mic of your earbuds so Monse can hear you.

"You don't sound okay. What happened?" asked Monse.

"Nothing. I just thought your phone call was Cesar calling to meet somewhere and saying sorry but other than that, I'm great!" you said with a fake smile.

"Y/N, I can literally see you doing the fake smile right now. Look, get over him. He ain't worth it. You better off without him and you know that." said Monse.

"Yeah I know. Hey, I gotta go. My boss is calling me. See you at school tomorrow?" you said as you put the cleaning supplies away.

"Yeah, totally. See you tomorrow, Y/N." said Monse.

"See ya." you said and you hung up. You walked back into the kitchen as the last first chorus was playing in your earbuds.

On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what?

You gon' say you want me, then go switch it up

Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no (Oh)

You woke up to the sound of your alarm. You slowly got out of bed and got ready for school.

You arrived at school early at 8:15 am to be able to eat some more breakfast before classes started.

As you walk down the hallway to the cafeteria with your earbuds on playing music, you look up from your phone and see Cesar at the corner of entering the cafeteria.

All them times I played the fool for you

Thinkin' we could put it back together, thought we had forever

You never see my point of view

Our connection is so severed, you don't show no effort

You and Cesar looked at each other for a split second. It was the first time you saw him since the break up. You looked back down quickly to your phone and pretend you didn’t see him.

And I can't believe the lies that I went for

Thought you was mine, but you decided to be with him though

Took my feelings and just threw 'em out the window

Feel like it's too hard to fall in love again, no

As you turn the corner to enter the cafeteria, you look up and see Cesar staring at you with his eyebrows raised as you pass him. Looking like he wants to talk to you. His eyes widened as you passed him and you walked into the cafeteria. Those few seconds felt like you two were walking in slow motion.

As you walk past him, you enter the breakfast line to get food. What you didn't know is when you were walking past him, he tried to touch your shoulder but stopped as you walked farther and farther from him.

Two minutes later, you were sitting down with Monse and talking to her as you ate some of the school's blueberry muffins.

"Hey Y/N, how was work last night?" Monse asked.

"It was good. I just wish I didn't have to have yesterday on Thursday because I missed Jamal's game on Wednesday." you said and you drank a bit of your orange juice in a carton.

"I still can't believe that Jamal made the final touchdown and won for the school." said Monse.

"Yeah, crazy. Um...how's Ruby and Jamal?" you asked.

"I dunno. Our friend group has completely changed because of..." said Monse as she got nervous saying the last part.

"Yeah, I know. Anyways, there's still a party going on at your house?" you said quickly to change the subject.

"It's a get together Y/N. And yes." said Monse, getting annoyed making you giggled.

The bell rang and you two quickly got up and walked to Art class together and you threw your trash from your school breakfast on your way there.

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You arrived at Mouse's house in a black short dress, a biker jacket, and neon green vans along with silver jewelry to complete the look. Your hair was straight and long down to half of your back.

You knocked on the front door and a moment later, the door opened and Ruby saw it.

"Y/N!" said Ruby happily.

"Ruby!" you said and you hugged him in the doorway.

"I missed you!" you said as you have your eyes closed while hugging Ruby.

"I missed you too." said Ruby and you two separated from your hug.

Ruby let you in and you saw people dancing to the music, drinking, spinning the bottle, and making out in corners.

You went through the crowd of people dancing to get to the kitchen to see Monse changing the music off of her phone that was connected to the speakers and Jamal pouring drinks for people.

"Jamal!" you said happily and Jamal turned around and jumped into his arms.

"I missed my dancing partner in crime!" you said as you continued to hug Jamal.

"Me too." said Jamal and he put you down and separated from the hug.

Monse turns on "Nights Like This" and you and Jamal slowly look at each other.

"Oh no. I know that look." said Ruby as he came over to his group.

You and Jamal walked to the dance floor sassy and went to the middle.

"I love our friends." said Ruby and him and Monse came over to you and Jamal as all four of you went dancing.

On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us

I've been reminiscin', sippin', missin' ya

Can you tell me what's with all this distant love?

If I called, would you pick it up?

All four of you guys screamed at the top of your lungs while you were dancing.

As you were dancing, you didn't notice somebody walking into the party with black pants and white sleeveless shirt that was opened a bit to the chest.

The figure started to go through the dance floor as you were dancing with your friend group.

On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what?

You gon' say you want me, then go switch it up

Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no (Oh)

As you jumped and turned your head, you stopped and turned your body to face the figure a few feet in.

Cesar stopped walking and turned his body to you.

You gon' get my hopes high, girl

You gon' get my hopes high, girl

You looked deep into each other's eyes like both of you wanted to talk. You felt like both of you were the only people at the party. The music became background music and the people around you got blurry as Cesar was the only one who was in focus.

"Y/N." Cesar mouthed his mouth and you quickly got off the dance floor and left out the front door to start to go home. Cesar quickly ran after you.

Just gon' tell me more lies, girl

Just gon' get my hopes high, girl

You quickly got to a metro bus stop and started to tap your right foot impatiently.

"Come on! Where's the stupid bus!" you shouted and you saw the bus turning the corner and starting to come up to you.

You turn your head to the left and see Cesar quickly running to come up to you.

"Y/N! Wait!" screamed Cesar and the bus stop in front of you. You quickly went on the bus and the bus took off right before Cesar reached you.

Cesar stops running and catches his breath as he looks at the bus you were in moving away from him.

"Y/N." said Cesar after he finally caught his breath and the bus turned a corner to leave the street.

I've been way too good to you, you take me for granted

You was my day one since back at Big B's house on Adams

First day that we met, I flagged you down, I told you, "Hit my line"

Used to promise me you'd never switch on me like Gemini

Since the day you broke up with Cesar, he's been through it. He felt so bad for breaking your heart. He promised you that he will be everything to you but he broke it in a million pieces.

You were afraid of dating him before because of the type of person he was and what people would think. Last year, you finally gave you two a chance and started to date him.

As Cesar starts to walk away and back to Monse's house, he starts to realize how much he played with your heart. That's why it took you a few years til you wanted to start dating him last year.

You think I'm a fool, ain't nobody stupid

I see all the signs, I see all the clues

Yeah, sometimes I reminisce 'bout that shit when I'm bingin'

Cesar couldn't take the fact about you breaking up with him and that he's the reason that your relationship is over.

Can't believe it's been a whole year, yeah, but...

Cesar knew what he had to do. Cesar quickly pulls out his phone out of his pocket and dial a number on his phone.

"Come get me. I got something to do." said Cesar and he hung up the phone call.

On some nights like this, shawty, I can't help but think of us

I've been reminiscin', sippin', missin' ya (Missin' ya)

Can you tell me what's with all this distant love? (Love)

If I called, would you pick it up?

Nights Like This played in your earbuds from your phone as you sat and looked out the window on the bus.

"Glad he didn't make it on the bus." you thought as you looked outside of the window beside you at a similar place and you pulled on the rope on the side.

A moment later, the bus stopped and you quickly got off the bus. The bus drove off as you started to walk home with your music still on in your earbuds.

On some nights like this, I just wanna text you, but for what?

You gon' say you want me, then go switch it up (Switch it up)

Just gon' play with my emotions just because, no (Oh)

As you arrived at home, you did a gasp to see Cesar in front of your door about to knock.

Cesar heard your gasp and turned his body to see you.

You gon' get my hopes high, girl

You gon' get my hopes high, girl

Cesar slowly walked up to you and once he got close, he put his right hand on your cheek and started to caress it.

Both of you were saying your words through eye contact. At this moment, you know you will never feel anything for anyone like Cesar.

Just gon' tell me more lies, girl

Just gon' get my hopes high, girl

As Kehlani sings her last lyric in your earbuds, both of you kiss each other as the song ends on beat.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

The cat tamer; Freddie Mercury x reader

*Author’s note*

And here we are my darlings, the second fate you might have chosen from the intro. And a little BTS for this story, I originally was going to make Freddie the ringleader but the more I thought about lion tamers and cat performances, the more I kept going back to Freddie.  Okay so as stated before NO HAPPY ENDING HERE.

Warnings: Voodoo magic, some violence, a bit graphic (not extremely but some graphic scenes), a bit of swearing. 

Intro to series

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You’ve always had a fascination with the big cats. Lions, leopards, tigers, cougars, you name it.  So it was only fitting to see if you could have a personal one on one talk with the cat tamer who somehow managed to wrestle a full grown male lion and not get ripped a part.  Or force a tiger to be mounted and then jump through a fiery hoop.

So heading backstage, you could hear the roars of the tigers just shake you to your very core.  But you can’t help yourself.  You pull back the flap and soon enough hundreds upon hundreds of ages filled with every bog cat in the show were all pacing back and forth roaring and growling at each other.

Then finally you saw him.  He stood by the cage of a lion and lioness.  The lion was sitting down looking like he was taking a rest while the lioness was up along the cage and the cat tamer was stroking her while softly praising her.

“Ohh that’s my darling girl. You were phenomenal out there darling, yes you were. Now don’t be cross you were the true star of the show. Yes you were.” Wow, if you didn’t know any better it’s like he could tell exactly what she was saying from her huffing and low growls.

“Excuse me?” you ask him.  He turns to look at you and says.

“Well, well a secret groupie I figured? Come for Roger, he’s over by the pool.” He said.

“Uhh no actually I uhh—I’ve come to…..meet you.”

“Me? Really?” he asked amazed. You nod confirming your statement from earlier. “Wow, usually when people pass by here, it’s usually to find old blondie. Bastard gets all the pretty girls to himself. But lucky for me I’ve got my lovely darlings right here for company.”

“I can tell you share a strong bond with each of them. It was—unbelievable out there. I mean I’ve seen big cat acts before but none like what you’ve done.”

“Thank you darling, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He said with a grin. “Oh silly me where are my manners?” he draped the whip along his hip and said, “The name’s Freddie, Freddie Mercury.”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).” you introduce yourself as you hold out your hand for him to shake. He does take it but by surprise, he leans in and kisses both of your cheeks.

“Rule one about me (y/n) dear, I’m overly affectionate like my children here. Hugs and kisses, handshakes are too formal form me.”

“Ohh I see. Mr.—”

“Oh no, no, no. Freddie please, dear. Mr. Mercury makes me sound so old.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no it’s alright.”

“Anyways I—wanted to ask. Just how long have you been doing this?”

“The circus or the cat taming?”

“Well both if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, but please let’s sit down. I’ve been on my feet all day and these shoes are fucking killing me!” You couldn’t help but smile.  He seemed charming and funny and you won’t deny that he was pretty handsome.

That exotic physical look that made him look like he was from India or at least a part of it.  That long raven black hair that reached just before his shoulders, those enticing eyes, and the overbite was very noticeable but it suited him.

“Ahhh that’s better.” He said finally sitting down along one of the crates. “God I keep demanding to Reid to get me new shoes but the bugger never listens.” He whined to himself. “Oh sorry darling got a bit sidetracked there, okay so for your questions; well I’ve been with the circus pretty much since it started. In fact I kinda organized the whole thing.”

“Really?”

“Yes, in fact I was the ringleader before Reid came along and wanted to manage us. After he signed up, I focused back onto my true hobby.” It was then he gestured towards all the big cats.

“And how long have you been the cat tamer.”

“Hmm let’s see Johnny boy came to us at around 69 so—about six years ago.”

“Six years?!” You exclaimed.

“Yes. Is that a problem?”

“Oh no, no, no it’s just—usually cat tamers I’ve seen said that they had over 10 to 20 years of experience.”

“Those old farts. That’s because they don’t get the cats like I do. They treat them like show ponies at a rodeo.  Forcing them to do tricks they won’t do, over disciplining them like they’re dogs. It sickens me to my core of what they call training, I can it manipulation.”

“Wow I—I never thought of it like that.”

“Oh now I don’t mean to make you sad (y/n) darling.”

“No, no you didn’t. It’s just. My whole life I’ve always loved big cats. They’re so powerful and fierce, but when it comes to putting them in animals acts such as these, I just thought tamers would respect them. But it seems like I was wrong.”

“Well you’re not entirely wrong dear. I respect them.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and gently squeezed it. “I treat my darlings with respect and awe. I understand them, and they understand me.”

“They’re lucky to have you Freddie.”

“If anything I’m lucky to have them. Would—you like to meet them?”

“I’d love to.” He clapped his hands once in rejoice before standing up and taking your hands in his.

“Then let’s go!” and then off you went back towards the cat cages.

As you walk along the cages Freddie introduces you to each of his cats one by one.

“The two leopard twins over there are Tom and Jerry.”

“Let me guess, you named them after the cartoon characters?”

“The very same darling. The male cougar there is Goliath, and the female is Tiffany. The black panther there is Romeo.”

“Tall, dark and handsome isn’t he?”

“Indeed. Exactly why I named him that. The tigers over there, that one’s Oscar, the female is Lilly. Spoilt thing that girl is. Been my running star out of all my tigers. And the other female is Tiffany. You see the scar above her eye?”

“Yeah.”

“Well she and Lilly got into a squabble one year to see who would be top tigress. And well—they’ve been best friends ever since.”

“Awww.”

“But here are the prized stars out of my entire show. My lions. Been with me since the beginning of my cat taming career.”

“You know I think out of all the big cats I’ve always admired lions the most.”

“I know. So regal and powerful. But softies at heart. The dark maned one is Jim, and the light maned one is Roger. Named after the bastard I mentioned before. Wouldn’t stop till I named one of my cats after him, he specifically requested I’d have a lion named after him. And this beautiful girl is the love of my life, Mary. She’s been my most loyal cat in all my shows.”

“Oh she’s beautiful.” You awed at her. He whistled for her and she turned around and came right up to the cage.

“Hello my love.” Freddie praised.  Mary let out a few bellows as she rubbed herself against the cage.  “You can pet her if you’d like.”

“Oh I don’t know Freddie.” You say wearily.

“Oh come on. Live your dream. She is a sweet girl. And I’ll be right here in case anything goes wrong. Be thankful you’re not meeting Trixie the cougar. She’s a tricky minx that one.” You look at him anxiously. “It’s alright darling. Take a few deep breaths with me.”

He takes in a couple deep breaths showing you what to do before you finally decide to join him. After relaxing a bit, he takes your hand and presses it towards the cage.

“Now, palm out. She’s gonna give you a sniff but that’s normal. That’s her way of saying ‘can I trust you?’” You both look and watch as Mary comes up to your hand and gives it a sniff.

Feeling her whiskers and cold nose pressing against your palm made you both fearful but yet made you want to laugh cause of the whiskers tickling against your palm.

She then lets out a warm huff before rubbing her head against your palm and rubbing it along the cage, wanting to be petted.

“See? I told you she was an angel.”

“She is.” You say. Wow if you had gon back in time and told your five year old self that you’d be petting a real live lion, she would’ve thought you were crazy and laughed at you.

“She likes you.”

“Well is it bad to say that I like her too?”

“Not at all. Want to see an up close and private performance?”

“Can you do that?”

“I’m the previous ringleader my dear, I can do whatever the fuck I want.” You softly giggle and say.

“What the hell it’d be awesome to see a private showing.”

“Then follow me to the ring my dear!” He once again takes your hand and guides you back towards the ring.  

He has you sit down in the front row before racing back up to the center of the ring.

“Thank you! Thank you and good evening everybody!” he proclaims loud for all to hear.  You couldn’t help but clap along and cheer. “Ahh it looks spooky in here tonight my darlings. In fact I think I’ve some of you beautiful people here before.” He says pointing to you. “Okay my darlings, tonight I would like to feature an act that has never been attempted by any other cat tamer in the world. But first, how would you all like to meet my beauties?”

You let out a loud yes and Freddie chuckles before stating.

“Then…..release the cats from Hell!” Soon enough the cage entrance from before opened once again and soon all the cats came running out. I clapped and whistled as loud as I could and watched as Freddie began to arrange his cats.

Now knowing that he was the first ringleader, he definitely showed the movements of being probably the greatest showman on Earth. The way he guided his babies across the ring, had them leap over podiums, or had them standing on their hind legs. I applauded and Freddie said with a bow.

“Thank you! Thank you dears. Now then; I would like to ask a lovely member of the audience to come down to the ring for this next act.” He looked around, almost like he was imagining a ring filled with people.  So I slowly raised my hand and Freddie pointed at me. “You, the lovely darling with the lovely jumper and cute purse.”

You shake your head at him playfully and stood up and walked down the couple of steps and jogged up towards the center of the ring.

“What’s your name my darling?” You look at him and whisper.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes now c’mon use your imagination darling.” Sighing you gave in and said.

“(Y/n).”

“Lovely name (y/n). Now then my lovely assistant (y/n) shall become part of an act that has never once been performed on any circus ring. My lovely darling I ask you to just stand here for one second,” he guiding you over towards a chair that he had pulled up.

Taking out the whip, he whipped it down to the ground and called out for Jim, Roger and Oscar to come forward.  The two male lions and tiger came forward and stood in a single file line of each other.

“Come right over here my darling,” he held out his hand for you to take.  You place your hand in his as he guides you over towards the three big cats. “Ladies and gentlemen; my lovely darlings and dears! My lovely assistant shall now lay across these three magnificent creatures!” Wait what now?! He takes you over towards Roger who was on at the bottom and he came in front of you.

“Freddie I—I don’t know if this is okay.”

“Just trust me darling, I’ve got you.” He picked you up bridal style and waited for your respond.

“You promise?” You asked nervously.

“I swear it dear.” You softly groan but knew you couldn’t persuade him out of this.  So you nodded giving him your permission.  

It was then he had your legs draped across Roger’s back.  You feel your lower back touching the top of Roger’s head, his mane lightly tickling the bare skin that was exposed from your jumper from being slightly pushed up.  Then you feel your upper half go across Oscar, your head stopping right up against his.

It was then Freddie came up and took both of your wrists and slowly raised them up so that they ended up going onto Jim’s back hips.  

He smiles down at you and nodds assuringly that you were doing great.  

After about a minute, he slowly released your wrists and backed away allowing you to be completely balanced on top of three huge cats.

He applauded before he quickly came up and picked you up bridal style spinning me around which caused Jim, Roger and Oscar to break the single file line and boast out roaring.

“Oh darling you were fantastic!”

“God did I really just do that?!”

“Yes you did, you were amazing! You sure you haven’t done show business before?”

“Never.”

“Oh I surely don’t believe that!” he boasted before kissing your cheek again.

For the rest of the night the two of you just talked with each other till you looked down at your watch and saw that it was almost midnight.

“Ahh man I gotta get home. I promised my roommate that I’d be home by at least 11.”

“Must you go already? We were having such fun.” He whined with a pout.

“I’m sorry Freddie. Maybe if you come around again we could hang out, or maybe you can call me from the road?”

“That might be a possibility.” You smiled and gave him your number and with a final two cheek kiss goodbye, you grabbed your bag and headed on out.

After finally arriving back home and your roommate throwing a fit for being late, you explain to them why you were late after having such a good time with the cat tamer.  After telling her he was cute, she brushed it off and she wanted every detail from that ‘date’.

You flip her off and tell her your too tired to explain but you would tell her in the morning.  So after doing your nightly routines and getting dressed into your pajamas, you finally lay down on your bed and fall fast asleep pulling your sleep mask over your eyes.

You feel this sudden cold chill brush up against you.  Shivering you begin to wake up, thinking you probably lost your covers you tried to reach out and grab them, only to find you can’t move your arms.

You become slightly more alert that your arms are in fact paralyzed but it’s when you try to move your legs that you find out you’re completely immobile.  And with your sleep mask still on, you think you’re in some sort of sleep paralysis.

Panicking you grunt as you try to struggle and that’s when you hear a very familiar voice say.

“Now, now my lovely darling. No need to panic.”

“F-Freddie?” you asked in shock.

“The one and only darling? Who else were you expecting Elton John?”

“Freddie what’s going on? Where am I? Is this a nightmare?”

“See that’s always the question on everyone’s mind. Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy?”

“Freddie enough games tell me where am I?” he took your sleep mask off and you see that you’re currently in some sort of dark cave with torches as the only source of light.  You also saw a statue that sorta resembled a cat-human hybrid of some kind.

Echoing through the cave you can hear the roars of Freddie’s cats.  He walked up and you can hear the clanking of chains and soon coming from above, moonlight comes down and you see some sort of sun dial or probably in this case a moon dial.

Freddie who is kneeling in front of you strokes a strand of hair away from your face.

“You look frightened darling. Why?”

“Why do you think? How the hell did I get here?”

“I found you sleepwalking darling. For whatever reason you ended up coming along the very archway that leads back to the circus. Taking pity on you in this cold night, I brought you here to this shelter because we’ve already packed everything away.”

“Bull. Shit! I’ve never had a case of sleep walking in my life. You’re lying to me Freddie!” He sighed and said in an ominously dark tone.

“Guess you’re smarter than the previous tributes. But that’s what’ll make you valuable.”

“What do you mean?” you struggle through your invisible binds.  God why couldn’t you move? There was no rope, zip ties, not even chains, all you could feel was just cold air.

It was then he holds up a wax doll that looks exactly like you down to the last detail.  But it wasn’t until you notice that there are about four strands of loose hair stuck on top of your wax doll’s head.  You then realize what’s going on.

“A voodoo doll?”

“So you do know your dark magic. Got the magic wax from a fell coworker here. Works every time. You do have some soft hair my darling. However whatever shampoo you use, makes you lose it very easily.” He stands up and presents the doll to the statue which held a burning torch before walking right up to the moon dial.

“The Harvest moon will soon reach the midnight point on this moon dial. And then the ceremony can begin.”

“What ceremony?!” I demanded.

“You remember when I said that I was the oldest act of the circus?” he said turning back towards me.  Hesitantly you nod and that’s when Freddie continues, “Well I meant it. Both figuratively…..and literally. In fact over 200 years I’ve been doing this.” He chuckled almost sinisterly.

And that’s when something horrifying happened.

Freddie scrunched up his face as it slowly began to morph into a cat-like face.  His ears grew to a point, canine teeth began to grow and his once friendly, warm eyes were now cold and piercing gold just like a cat’s eye, and his black nails began to grow into claws.

He let out a cougar like roar as he bared his teeth at you.  You let out a horrified gasp as you try to phase through the wall but it was useless.

“Wha-wha-what are you going to do to me?” you ask terrified, your voice trembling in fear.

“It’s simple darling, every harvest moon I need to pass on my DNA to willing tributes who come to see me. To keep the show going on.” He says as he walks back over to you and stands over you.

Oh god was he—he wasn’t planning on….. “Now don’t go thinking me a barbarian darling. I don’t rape women, or men. But by using my curse with either a scratch, a bite, or using my own kind of magic, they become well—a part of me I think the saying goes.”

“Wait so—your cats. All those names…..they were once people?”

“Very clever darling. You’ll make a fine performer in Santa Monica.” He says as he cups your chin.  You could feel his claw-like nail softly stroke under your chin.

Your lip trembles as you plead and pray to not feel him scratch you deeply.  You had to figure a way out of here.

“There’s no escape darling. So long as your wax doll is bound you’re not going anywhere.” The moon’s rays seem to grow brighter and Freddie let’s out a roar before standing back up and turning his back to me.

Portions of his shirt rips apart as his tanned arms now become brown fur, his nails sharpened till they became longer and harder like bear claws.  His face becomes more cat-like and his teeth sharpen themselves even more.  His feet became were-cat paws and a tail grows out of him.

He turned back towards you and throws back his head as he roars.  Seeing him now become this full fledge monster you let out the loudest, most horrifying scream you had in you hoping that someone would hear you.  As he comes towards you, you lean away and began rolling away as he pounced to where you just sat.

He hisses and gets down on his hands in a true cat-like crouch growling and twitching his tail.  His fangs baring out and with the overbite it made them even more terrifying to look at him.

You see your voodoo doll and quickly roll towards the podium but you feel Freddie pounce on you.  He forces you onto your back pining you down by your shoulders. But you’re not going down without a fight.

As best you could, you double kick him in the gut sending him away from you.  You’re just about to reach the podium where your wax doll was at so you crawl towards it before spinning around and tried to kick your doll down towards you.

But Freddie gets back up and immediately pounces on you again, the two of you rolling around till he has you pinned again, this time on your stomach.  You try to fight and struggle to get free of him but it’s futile.

“Now, now darling. I thought you said you always wanted to be a lion? Now you get to experience it.” His voice once warm and filled with friendliness was now low and murderous like a demon, but somehow it still held that soft quality.

“No, no Freddie please. Please I beg you please have mercy!” you plead hoping that he wouldn’t go through with it.  He pins your shoulders down to ensure you can’t struggle.

You then feel this numbness overcome you. Your will to fight is suddenly snatched away as you just let out this long, dragging moan as your strength is taken from you.  Allowing Freddie to sink his teeth right into your neck.

*3rd Person POV*

Santa Monica, it was like any other circus performance.  Freddie stood before the ring in his uniform and he proclaimed.

“Now then my lovely darlings. I would like to present to you the newest member of my little pride. She’s one of the most cleverest lionesses I’ve ever had to train, I present to you…..(y/n)!”

A cage soon rose up from the ground and pacing around in it was a large lioness.  She was lean but had strong muscles and she roared in her cage as the bars slowly lowered.

“Isn’t she beautiful my darlings? My newest addition and I can’t wait to show you all what she can do.” Freddie smirked as he looked at the lioness that came running right towards Freddie, almost with the intent to attack.

But Freddie ducked at the last second as apart of the act because Jim once did the same thing his first performance.  The crowd were all in shock but applauded thinking it was all apart of the act.  Freddie took out his whip and stared (y/n) down.

“Let’s show them what you got my darling. The show must go on after all.” As Freddie spoke that, she only let out a fearsome roar that would send shivers down your spine as she kept baring her four canine teeth.

[hazhasmycoffee]

Take the Lead || h.o.

Words: 2.9k Pairing: Dancer!Harrison x Dancer!Female!Reader Summary: Harrison only wanted to do a solo practice, but ended up with a partner. Warnings: Language, Fluff, Angst?, no editing whatsoever

A/N: This is for Kaylee’s (@starksparker) 10k writing challenge! Congrats Kaylee! You deserve all the love for your amazing talent! The prompt is bolded! The dancer in the GIF is RJ Higton

Masterlist

“If you want love, you gon' have to go through the pain. If you want love, you gon' have to learn how to change. If you want trust, you gon' have to give some away. If you want love, if you want love.” If You Want Love by NF

Y/N walked up the steps of the dance studio hoping that the young man who said he’d dance with her at the recital would be there. She opened up the door to the studio, and she was glad that it was empty. She had worked hard on developing a routine for If You Want Love by NF for an audition with Juilliard. They sent a scout out to London to see the recital, and she knew that she couldn’t screw it up. Y/N began to do her stretches to limber up and pass time while she waited for her partner to show. Fifteen minutes had gone by, and she decided to shoot the guy a text.

Hey! It’s Y/N from the dance studio. Are you running late? 

She waited for a response, but none came. Her instructor said that the guy could be a bit flaky, but that he was an excellent dancer and would be perfect for the audition. She figured that even if he didn’t show up, she should still practice. As she opened up Spotify to play the song, Y/N checked her messages again. No reply. She decided to dance to anyways. As she watched herself through the mirrors, she realized that the routine only worked with a partner if she wanted to keep the routine. She sighed and decided that she would just finish up for the day. She decided to end her session with some stretches.

--

Harrison felt tension in his shoulders from the stress of the day. He had started taking a few dancing lessons after Tom taught him and Jacob some ballet in South Korea. He never expected to enjoy it as much as he did. Tom originally thought that when he was sneaking off it was because he was hooking up with someone from set. It wasn’t until one evening that Tom came across a gym bag that he thought was his but was actually Harrison’s. It had stretching straps and dance shoes. Tom laughed to himself because he thought Harrison was sneaking around about a girl; never in his right mind would he have thought that his best mate would take up dancing outside of the club.

“What are these?” Tom asked Harrison while holding his dancing shoes.

“Oh, uh, I’m holding them for a friend?” Harrison tried to play it off, but the crack in his voice exposed him.

“I know their yours. Why didn’t you tell me? You know I’ve been going to a dance studio, you could’ve been joined me.” He sat next to Haz on the couch.

“I know, it’s just I’m just starting out and you’ve been doing this for years, and I’m just starting out, mate.” Haz replied looking down at his feet before looking up at Tom again.

“All the more reason for you to come; I can help you, mate.” Tom’s phone buzzed, which he briefly looked at before shoving it in his pocket.

“Well I was actually thinking about heading to the studio right now. Wanna come with?” Harrison sounded hopeful at the newfound support.

“Uh, I can’t. I’m meeting up with Conor soon, but definitely next time, mate.” He placed a hand on Haz’s shoulder.

“I’ll see you later then.” Haz had a small smile before he got up to head out.

“See ya, mate!” Tom called out before Haz walked out the front door.

--

The dance studio was less than a mile away from the flat and walk would serve as a warm-up. Harrison thought that the dance studio was empty based off of the lack of light coming out the studio windows. He jogged up the steps. As we walked through the door, he saw the figure of a young woman, and he spoke before she noticed him.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t think anyone was here.” Harrison didn’t know whether he should stay or go.

“It’s alright, I was just finishing up.” She turned to look at him.

“Are you sure? I can go if you still need the space?” He motioned back to the door.

“No, really. I’m not going to get any work done today.” She began to grab her belongings to throw into her duffle bag.

“What are you working on?” Harrison took a step forward, his curiosity getting to him.

“A routine for a recital, but the partner I was supposed to have bailed.” Y/N answered, his voice low from disappointment

“That’s shitty of them.” He simply remarked, not knowing if there was anything to say.

“You’re telling me. I’m thinking about just redoing everything and making it a solo piece.” She moved closer to the door to leave.

“Would you, maybe, care to dance?” Haz asked, his hand instinctively reaching the back of his neck.

“Excuse me?” Her gaze met his, her brows knitting together.

“Maybe I can help you, you know, with the dance.” His blue eyes never left her gaze.

“Oh, I can’t ask you to do that.” She shook her head and took another step closer to the exit.

“You must’ve worked terribly hard on the routine. It shouldn’t go to waste.” Harrison pointed, causing her to stop.

“I just don’t want you to feel responsible for this guy that bailed.” She looked back at him.

“No, really! I just started dancing, and I think this is a great way to help both of us.” He shrugged, hoping that she would agree.

“Okay, sure, thanks! I’m Y/N.” She extended her hand towards the young man.

“Harrison.” He shook her hand before setting his bag down.

--

After Harrison stretched out, Y/N handed him her phone and got into position. She nodded, and he pressed play. As she gracefully moved across the floor, she vocalized what he would mirror, and when he would lift, turn, or throw her. He was mesmerized by her movements and what she expected him to do. When she finished, she looked at him, only to see him in a daze.

“Is everything alright?” She asked, concern lacing her words.

“Yeah, no, that was brilliant. I hope I can be as good as you need me to be.” He stood up from his seated position.

“I’m sure you’ll be great.” Y/N smiled sweetly.

Harrison walked towards her as she counted out the beat for him. He followed her movements, that was until he heard her laugh.

“You’re thinking too much. Here, do you mind?” She looked up at him.

“Uhm, go for it.” He took in a quick breath.

“Okay, you place your hands here, and follow my body…” Y/N placed his hands on her waist, and she bent her knees slightly to give her a bit of leverage. “And we lift.” She pushed off the ground, and he helped her move from her position to the other side of him.

“Great! Now, take my hand…” She pulled away from him, only to be stopped by his hand in hers.

They continued to work through the routine. Y/N was impressed with his ability to learn quickly, and Harrison was simply impressed with her. She moved gracefully, and he tried to mimic her grace, only to be met with her sweet laugh and a smile his way.

“Harrison, don’t get inside your head too much. I know this is new, but this all has a natural flow to it. Take a deep breath, and let your body take the lead.” Y/N took a deep breath herself for Haz to follow.

He took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, Harrison felt the tension in his shoulders fade. His movements flowed more smoothly than before, and the rest of the rehearsal went by without a hitch.

“I think we’re good for today. You did an amazing job, Harrison!” Y/N smiled at her new partner.

“Thanks! And you can call me Haz.” He smiled back.

“Do you think we can rehearse tomorrow? Or do you need a break? We did do a lot today.” Y/N began to pack up.

“I think I can do tomorrow, I just havta check work stuff first. Mind if I have your number?” He asked, concerned he overstepped some sort of boundary.

“Not at all!” She smiled, and they exchanged phones to put in their numbers.

“Thanks, love. I’ll text you tomorrow.” He gave her a small wave before walking out of the studio as Y/N was pulling a hoodie over her head.

--

Harrison was practically flying from the rehearsal he had with Y/N. He was captivated by her creativity and appreciated that she was open to his suggestion. He couldn’t wait to tell Tom about her. As he reached their flat, he saw Tom at the door.

“Hey! How was it with Conor?” He asked as he approached his best mate.

“Great. You know, talking about music and just catching up. How was time at the studio?” Tom unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“It was amazing! Tom, there was this dancer, and she was amazing! She’s beautiful; has a gorgeous laugh. She choreographed an entire routine to If You Want Love and the guy that was supposed to be her partner bailed.” Haz followed Tom inside and set his bag down before grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen.

“What did you say her name was?” Tom asked while settling onto the couch.

“Didn’t, but it’s Y/N.” Haz answered, taking a seat next to Tom.

“Fu-” Tom was cut-off by his best mate.

“Tom, really?” He looked disappointedly at Tom.

“What? You and I both know I can’t commit to anything right now with the reshoots I gotta do.” He tried to explain himself to Haz.

“Did you tell her that?” He asked, completely baffled that Tom would do anything like this.

“She doesn’t exactly know who I am, so I didn’t say anything.” Tom looked down at his feet.

“C’mon mate, that was a dick move.” Haz’s voice was laced with disappointment.

“You think I don’t know that? I just didn’t know that her application to Juilliard was going to be on the line.” He tried to make Haz understand.

“W-what?” He looked at Tom, his eyes as wide as saucers.

“Mate, did you not know that?” His brows knit together, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“No, she just said that it was going to be for a recital?” Harrison tried to recall the conversation with Y/N.

“It’s to see if she can get into Juilliard.” Tom informed his best mate.

“I don’t know if I can do this.” His body filled with panic.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, they won’t be looking at you anyways.” Tom tried to calm Haz.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. I’m-I’m gonna go shower.” He got up and left Tom in the living room.

--

The following day, Harrison decided that it would probably be better to talk than text Y/N about the bomb Tom dropped the night before. He found her contact and called her. As the line rang, he began to have second thoughts.

“Hello?” Y/N answered the call.

“Uh, hey Y/N.” Harrison tried to calm his nerves.

“Hey Haz, how are you?” She asked sweetly.

“Not well. Is this routine an audition for Juilliard?” He mentally kicked himself for not building up to it.

“Yes, it is. Wait, did I tell you that?” She tried to remember the previous day’s events.

“Tom told me!” His voice was louder than intended.

“Tom? The div that bailed on me? How do you know him?” She was confused as to how Haz knew so much.

“That div is my roommate!” He answered her, his voice still louder than hers.

“Why didn’t he answer me back? Did you know that he bailed? Did he send you instead?” She continued to ask questions.

“No, no, no! I had no idea he was supposed to be your partner.” His voice lowered a bit.

“Does that change anything? Like, do you not want to be my partner?” Y/N’s voice dripped with worry.

“I-I don’t know. Can I think about it?” Haz’s voice was low.

“Yeah, take your time, just let me know what you decide.” She answered quietly.

“Will do. Bye Y/N.” Haz hung up before Y/N even had a chance to reply.

--

Y/N was taken back by her phone call with Harrison. She thought that everything had been going well with him, but she also recognized that she should have been honest with him about the audition. She needed to figure out what she was going to do if Harrison decided to bail on her too. Should she call Juilliard to keep them from sending a scout? Should she pick a different song and create a new routine? Questions flooded Y/N’s mind as she tried to figure out what step to take if Harrison decided to not be her partner, that was until her phone buzzed.

--

Harrison paced back and forth in his room trying to figure out what he should do. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t see Harry standing in his doorway.

“If you keep at it, you’ll make a dent in your floor, mate.” Harry let out a laugh.

“Div… What are you doing here?” Harrison stopped in his tracks to look at the young Holland.

“We were going to the mall today. Don’t you remember?” Harry stepped into the room.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. I just got a lot on my mind right now.” He sat at the foot of his bed.

“Wouldn’t have guessed.” Harry smirked, taking a few steps closer to his mate.

“Shut up!” Haz looked up at Harry.

“Okay, okay. What’s going on?” He sat down next to Haz.

“Tom was supposed to be this girl’s partner for a recital at the dance studio but he bailed on her. I ended taking his place, but that was before I found out that it’s for a Juilliard audition, and that’s a lot of pressure. So I don’t know if I should still be her partner.” He informed the young Holland.

“You dance?” He looked at Harrison shocked.

“That’s seriously all you got out of that?” He gently nudged Harry’s shoulder.

“Yeah!” Harry let out a chuckle.

“Div, I need help and all you care about is that I dance?” Haz began to fiddle with his fingers as he looked down at his feet.

“Look, you seem to care about dancing, so it’s not like you’re going to take the piss. Have you danced with her?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got most of the routine down.” Haz smiled proudly to himself.

“There’s your answer. You took it seriously when it was just a recital. I’m sure you can handle the audition that isn’t even for you. You need to get outta your head, mate.” The young Holland spoke some sense into Haz.

“Yeah, you’re right. Ya know, she said the same thing to me.” He chuckled at the memory.

“Great minds think alike. Now let’s go because I am starving, and I want to go to Cinnabon.” He got up from Haz’s bed and headed toward the door.

“Fine, just let me text her first.” Harrison reached for his phone to text Y/N.

--

After Harrison agreed to being Y/N’s partner for the recital/audition, they went back to rehearsing. They rehearsed daily for at least two hours, and it showed. Harrison no longer put too much thought into the moves and he moved just as gracefully as Y/N. The routine itself transformed as well. Harrison suggested different lifts and transitions that Y/N had not thought about but when they tried them, the moves made the flow more natural and seemingly flawless. Tom even stopped by a few times to watch the rehearsal. He apologized profusely to Y/N, which she forgave him, but also made him promise that he would be there for the recital. He said he would be front and center. Tom was also very proud and impressed by Harrison’s dancing ability. It was nothing he expected. The routine, Harrison, and Y/N came together in a way no one had anticipated.

“Y/N, I wanted to ask you something.” Harrison spoke up after a rehearsal.

“What is it Haz?” Y/N looked up at him.

“I was wondering, love, if after the recital, we could maybe go out?” He asked shyly.

“Go out? As in a date?” She asked hoping her assumption wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, that is if you want it to be a date.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’d love that, Haz.” She smiled sweetly before kissing his cheek.

--

Two weeks passed, and the day of the recital came, both Y/N and Harrison were extremely nervous. Harrison paced back and forth backstage waiting for Y/N to join him so that they could take their respective places on stage.

“Haz…” Y/N’s voice pulled him from his thoughts.

“Y/N…” He hugged her before taking in her outfit: black leggings, a sheer charcoal gray ballet skirt, and a black camisole.

“We got this.” She assured herself more than him.

“Deep breath, and let our bodies take the lead.” He smiled as he recalled the advice she once gave him.

She let out a breath. “Yeah, nice outfit by the way.” She gestured to his black joggers and charcoal gray plain tee.

“Thanks, my partner picked it out.” He winked at Y/N, which caused an eruption of butterflies to swarm in both of their stomachs.

“And now, a piece from Y/N Y/L/N and Harrison Osterfield.” A voiced announced that they were going to perform.

“Here we go!” Harrison took Y/N’s hand, took the lead, and they both went out on stage.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it! I have a few ideas for a part two, but you gotta let me know! I love you guys!

Taglist: @sincerelymlg @heavenly--osterfield @nilletellsstories @parkerstan @dee-rosemary @maraudersandco @fangedmutant @nerd-domland @thestoryofsj 

[babygirlofwakanda]

Not Gon Cry | Chapter 5

PREVIOUS CHAPTERS — Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

CHARACTERS — Black! Reader X M’Baku X T’Challa

CONTENT — Trials Of Black Love, Adultery, Broken Vows and Marriage, Humiliation and Manipulation

PLOT — Based off of the song, “Not Gon Cry” by Mary J. Blige on her Share My World album. This is strictly based off of the lyrics, but a little twist. In addition, I STRONGLY suggest listening to this song on REPLAY while reading to get further feels, but hey..

NARRATIVE — “Oh, girl! What happened next?” You heard your friend Giana, wife of the Merchant Tribe’s warrior exclaim. Giggling, “Well, I didn’t even get to answer his question because the man dived in cutting off my use of vocal cords!” You yelled.

Feeling an abrupt sting on your arm, “—Trick, you didn’t tell me this!” Your best friend Saleem shouted. Swiftly turning your head, “I was gonna tell your ass, but you were too worried asking me if I saw his dick!” You clapped back, before returning the pinch.

“Well did you?” The country’s lawyer questioned, with a slight raise in her eyebrow. “Yes, bitch. You happy now?” You deadpanned, as you rolled your eyes before you inherently scrunched your head down at the sudden squeals echoing throughout your living room. “Ah! How did it look?”

“Fuck that, how big is it?” You heard the hairstylist of the Royal Family and your friend Ramla ask, as she peeked her head around Giana’s frame.

It has been twenty-four hours since T’Challa had you sprawled out on your couch with tears springing to your eyes as he ate you out and not containing your disbelief of what y’all did you called over your three closest friends before spilling the beans.

Rushing over within an hour with drinks and snacks at hand you invited them in. Finding yourself sitting down on the floor with y’all backs against the couch y’all began to gossip like middle school girls before they interrogated you on your blissful night.

Feeling your cheeks temporarily ache up from the big grin plastered on your face, “C’mon tell us Y/N!”

Using that as an excuse to drink the sparkling cider resting on your table you took a gulp. Releasing the glass from your lips you sighed, “After he got done eating me out he stood up and adjusted his pants and maaan..” You dragged, as you dramatically fanned a hand infront of your face.

“Quit teasing us!” Giana yelled, as she anxiously took a sip of her drink before slamming it down. Laughing, “I didn’t see his bare dick, Saleem. However, ya girl did peep the print and damn talk about a eggplant.” You squealed, as your memory flashed of his penis prominently bulging against his slacks.

“It was that damn big Y/N!” Ramla asked, with her eyes damn near popping out of her socket. Fiercely nodding your head you spoke, “Yes, girl! He had to be atleast eight or nine inches.” You detailed.

Saleem loudly cleared her throat before she took a sip of her water before she spoke up, “Well, I think we’ve tipped toed around this burning topic enough but who has the biggest dick?” She questioned.

Now feeling your eyes popping out you placed a hand on your temple before gently rubbing them.

“Um, shit Saleem.” You rolled your eyes. “Imma just say M’Baku has the biggest dick because of his body mass, height and weight.” You mumbled, causing the girls to erupt into squeals and gasps.

“—Wait! Wait, a second. Not to say that I don’t think T’Challa doesn’t have a big dick. It’s just that M’Baku is working with that Jabari wood, but it doesn’t mean that I’m counting T’Challa out because he’s an inch or three off.” You shrugged, before you abruptly drowned your sparkling drink.

“Well, aren’t you just one lucky girl. Got T’Challa on his knees eating your pussy. Ah, I taught you well.” Saleem grinned, as she proudly dusted her shoulder.

“Aside from Saleem’s antics and you eaten out, how are things with the separation?” Giana questioned. A smile crossing your face, “Well he agreed to all my demands and to pay them.” You said, before doing a little dance in your seat.

“—Ugh, I still can’t believe that monkey ass nigga cheated on you and hurt my little babies hearts!” Ramla exclaimed, before loudly scoffing.

Sighing, “I know, me either.” You said, before you reached for the table opening up another bottle of flavored water pouring yourself another glass.

“I gave that man everything I had, but it still wasn’t good enough for him after marrying him, giving birth to our children he turns around and pulls this shit.” You stated, before desperately attempting to hide the tears welling up by the rims of your eyes.

Taking a sip, “Six months! He cheated on me for six months!” You exclaimed, before you abruptly stood up. “Here I was thinking it was just a bunch of petty arguments and innocent business trips overseas!” You spat, as you started pacing.

Tears now blinding your vision you continued, “For six months he was fucking a broad behind my back! For six months I didn’t know another bitch was out here sucking his dick making him call to Hanuman!” You shouted, before you instantly threw the glass against the closest wall.

Stopping your tracks you watched the glass shatter on the wall causing you to briefly have a flashback from the glass breaking against the wall in Paris.

With your heart now beating vigorously against your rib cage as the flashbacks started clashing against each other in a rapid manner.

Blinking rapidly you felt the tears burn your eyes as they slowly cascaded down your cheeks. Seeing your friends rush up from their seated position they came and embrace your trembling figure. “Fuck M’Baku.” You spat, as the tears finally blinded your vision.

You finally had a good and sober cry as it was only a matter of time before your walls would crumble. You were trying to be so strong for your children that you subconsciously pushed your feelings aside until now.

Furthermore, a week had passed since you were cradled into the arms of your three closest friends and the day had finally approached when you would be taking your last trip to the Gorilla City. The day were you would finally get to sign on the printed papers thus far ending your marriage.

Getting up at the crack of dawn you stretched out your arms above your head as you released a yawn before you threw your feet on the floor as you got up and out of your bed and went into your bathroom and completed your morning routine.

Walking back into your bedroom you tossed your bonnet and scarf off; since we must protect our edges and lock in that moisture.

Freeing your hair you took down your large plaits before walking back into your bathroom. Grabbing ahold of your spray bottle you dampened your hair before racking your fingers through your hair with moisturizer, castor oil and shea butter.

Content with your large curly mane framing your face you exited the bathroom before traveling down the stairs and going into your kitchen.

Quickly fixing yourself a bowl of cereal with bananas and raspberries you poured the fresh milk into your bowl before grabbing yourself a spoon. Getting the bowl you went in your living room tucking your legs underneath you once you switched on the television.

With a hour flying by you got off of the couch and headed upstairs after dropping your bowl off in the kitchen. Reaching your bedroom you went into the closet before you changed into the climate friendly clothing. With your fur boots and coat on you called up your driver before heading downstairs to wait.

As the television was still on you were about to sit down when a ring echoed through your house from the front door. “Ugh.” You mumbled, before you lifted up from your squat position and headed to the door.

Peeking your head through the hole you spotted a Dora Mijae on your porch. Opening the door you said, “Hey Ayo!” as you greeted her and gave her a smile.

“Greetings Y/N, King T’Challa sent me here to deliver this to you.” She stated, before revealing the gift bag hidden behind her back. Furrowing your eyebrows you gave her a questionable look before steadily taking the bag out of her hand.

“What is it?” You asked, while stepping into the kitchen placing it on the table. Shrugging she closed the door before following you inside the house.

Sighing you dug your hand in the bag while pulling apart the unnecessary tissue before you pulled out a wrapped box. “This nigga.” You smacked your lips, before rolling your eyes as you heard Ayo giggling.

Shaking your head you started pulling at the paper before it revealed a Christian Louboutin box. A smile crossed your face as you opened the box to reveal yellow colored high heels.

Your jaw quickly dropping at the gift you picked up the shoe gazing at the colored red bottoms.

However, your view was soon distracted by a note that was taped to the inside of the lid. Placing the shoe back in the box you picked up the lid before you started reading the note.

Dear Y/N,

As you know these shoes are a gift from me to you. I thought the least I could do was gift you with some shoes after I made your toes curl up so much the last time I saw you. Speaking of which, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to stop by since that night lately I’ve been dealing with issues that the council couldn’t seem to handle by themselves. Anyways, I hope to see those lovely shoes tonight at the kingdom as we dine with one another over a delicious dish. Will you join me tonight?

Love, T’Challa

Feeling a goofy grin on your face as you put the lid down to turned around to face Ayo. “You knew about this, didn’t you?” You questioned, as you viewed her weak attempt to hide her smile from spreading.

Ignoring your question she spoke, “Will you join him for dinner Y/N?” She asked. Shifting your mouth as you thought about it, “Tell him, I will think about it.” You smiled, as you viewed her confused face.

“—but tell him I will enjoy the shoes.” You confessed, before you sent her a wink, confirming your answer.

Nodding her head, you trailed behind Ayo and out of your house before you parted ways as you hopped in the vehicle. The drive to Gorilla City was quick as you found yourself through the hallway for one last time as you approached the throne room.

Walking inside you spotted your advisor and lawyer, M’Baku’s team and the elders of council and politely greeted everyone before taking a seat as you waited for M’Baku to invade your peaceful presence.

Seeming that your thoughts were on high alert you heard the pounding of his footsteps vibrate against the hefty wood. “—I am here, the Leader of the Jabari Tribe has arrived.” He announced.

Shamelessly rolling your eyes at his arrogant antics you finally shifted your eyes up to view his large frame when you were thrown for a loop.

There he was proudly standing at his throne with his hands clutching onto the fingers of another woman.

However, this wasn’t just any woman, this was the hand that belonged to the trick who’s ass you gave a pass to in the hotel room. With a fraudulent smile on her cherry colored lips, she cuddled up to M’Baku’s warm fur as if she was utterly in love with him.

Anybody with eyes could see that she was only doing this for the attention of others around her.

Shaking your head in a weak attempt to stop the laugh you tucked your lips inside your mouth making your jaw to hurt. The couple looked so phony on the throne as the almost made a mockery on how you used to stand beside M’Baku in the same manner with the hand holding before council meetings.

Sighing at the image of the two clowns standing together you took the time to scan the appearance of the woman. As the last time you saw her she had her makeup running from the tears of pleasure from your husband, hair sticking up in every direction and she was half-naked with only her bra around her frame while she was thrown carelessly on the floor.

Taking in her facial features you realized that she was actually a pretty decent woman. However, that was something you wouldn’t dare to admit outloud, but you could tell that she kept up her appearance.

Grazing your eyes over her coconut complexion you found your emotions in a whirlwind. Looking at the women your husband cheated on you with for six months had you temporarily questioning your appearance and self-esteem.

However, you quickly regained your confidence by remembering the bad bitch you are. No matter how much shit you endured from M’Baku you managed to always keep up with your looks.

“—Are y’all ready to get this started? I have other business to attend to.” The masculine voice stated, as you watched him take his seat on the throne with the unknown trick sitting on his lap.

Standing up the elders motioned for the advisor to give the papers to you and M’Baku sign. Taking the papers in his hand the Great Gorilla spoke up, “You know I never thought I’d see the day that I would be signing these papers. It’s funny how things change.”

Instantly frowning your face you finished writing your signature before lifting up your face, “Don’t do this with me, it’s to early to hear your bullshit.”

The elders and lawyers briefly exchanged looks before M’Baku continued talking, “You always did have a dirty mouth, mnandi. It’s just a shame that you didn’t always know how to put it to use the right way, luckily I have found someone who does.”

Doing a double-take you blinked rapidly before you abruptly stood up. “Nigga what, run that shit by me again? Have you lost your rabbit ass mind? She can have your dirty green giant ass!” You exclaimed.

“They always wanna get upset when you express your feelings, when that’s all they beg you to do.” He said, towards his team of lawyers with a cocky smirk.

Quickly approaching the throne with your blood boiling you spat out, “I hope you catch something from this fucking broad, nigga. I hope you get the use out of the free clinic in Golden City since you seem to like sticking your dick in trash, nigga.”

Instead of getting the reaction you were hoping for he laughed with pure enjoyment before he leaned over in the trick’s ear whispering into it before she started to obnoxiously cackle. “What the hell is so fucking funny?” You questioned, with a strong neckroll and a prominent bat of your lashes.

“You are so angry, sithandwa sa. All because you are jealous of her area in talented skills in which you lack in.” He declared, before another round of laughter erupted.

Squinting your eyes you licked your lips something you often did when you knew you were about to light someone’s ass up. “Don’t make me out you infront of your people, but since you wanna show your ass to everybody let me show mine.” You suggested.

“While you up here laughing with Ms. Thang over here let’s be clear. You weren’t saying all that shit when you know I had your toes curling, your fists balled up and had you praising Hanuman.”

Directing your eyes over to the unknown woman you spoke, “Don’t believe me, mnandi? Because I have it on video.” You deadpanned, as you lifted up your kimoyo beads with your finger hovering over your video gallery.

“—but that’s beside the point. Since you wanna be all big and bad make sure you tell this bitch that you will beg to have your ass played with and let’s not forget that you have a tramp stamp with my name on it, so I hope she enjoys seeing the reflection in the mirror on the ceiling when y’all fuck.” You shrugged.

Watching his features contour in embarrassment as you finished airing out his dirty laundry. Now you was the one laughing as you whipped your head around to see the shameful looks around the room.

Smirking, you turned around before dropping the papers you had signed in his lap not before saying one last time, “—I hope you suffer from the bullshit you caused, but have fun with your sloppy seconds. She will never the half the woman I was to your ass.”

Reaching the door you flicked your head back peeking at the shook M’Baku before you called out, “I’m taking the kids tomorrow, so please enjoy your night with them. Oh, and please explain to them why umama will not be returning. I’m sure Mandla, would be happy to find out the truth on his utata’s affairs.”

Turning on your heels you walked towards your team of advisors and lawyers and embraced them as you continue your journey out of the room.

Sending a wink back at the trick, elders and his advisors you walked out of the room with the click of your heels sounding off your disappearance.

Traveling back down the snowy mountains of Gorilla City and into the humid temperatures of Golden City you entered the foyer of your home. Closing the door behind you, you pressed your back against the wood before taking a deep breath and releasing the stress of today’s events out of your memory.

However, as much as you wanted to peace the Great Gorilla out of your life you knew you had to deal with him until Cebisa turned eighteen and maybe longer.

Snapping out of your thoughts you walked into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water before your gaze fell onto the shoe box laying on the table. Chewing on the inside of cheek you sighed as you began to debate on attending dinner with T’Challa.

What could go wrong? Nothing.

What could happen after dinner? That’s where your mind started to run rapidly as you started thinking of every possible result of this simple dinner request.

You didn’t want to jump right into a relationship if even that? All you ever did to him was tongue him down and thrust your dripping core into his face while he lapped at it like a thirsty puppy.

Completely normal? Just two friends helping each other’s sexual tendencies and frustrations out.

Rolling your eyes at your chaotic thoughts you stared at the box before you exhaled loudly allowing your shoulder to rise and fall drastically.

Walking out the kitchen and traveling up the stairs you reached your bedroom before you strolled over to your closet. Searching through your dresses with only the sound of metal sliding against each other as the hangers created friction with metal rack before the sound ceased once you pulled out a plum, pineapple and berry multicolored dress.

Swiftly discarding your fur dress now clinging onto your moist, sweaty skin you quickly hopped into the shower. Stepping back out with only a towel secured around your frame you put on complexion colored undergarments before you went back into the bathroom.

Pulling out your bag of makeup you leaned over the counter as you lightly filled in your eyebrows, applied concealer around them before and color correcting under your eyes, forehead and bridge of your nose.

Eventually, you blending out the product you aapplying powder to your face and after letting it soak up your extra moisture you grabbed a fan brush as you started to highlight the high points of your face before spraying your face with setting mist.

More than satisfied with your appearance you walked back into your bedroom before you went over to your bed. Lifting up the dress from the hanger you detached it before slipping on the dress.

Half an hour later you were clacking your heels against the vibranium infused floor of your foyer as you rushed out the door. Stepping foot on the stone pathway in the thick greenery around your house you traveled into your surroundings. Almost reaching the kingdom you abruptly heard the rustling above the path before you took your eyes off of the scenery.

Goosebumps rising on the moisturized surface of your skin you flicked your eyes up to investigate the sounds when your orbs connected with T’Challa’s.

Your expression drastically changing into a buoyant one as well as his once you felt your cheeks rise as a grin appeared. As you gazed at the T’Challa’s mocha skin as the tangerine sun rays cascaded over him like a warm blanket.

“—Glory to Bast.” The King of Wakanda muttered, as he took in your stunning appearance as the same colored rays reflected over your flawless skin.

TRANSLATIONS —

“Mnandi.” means sweetheart “Usana.” means baby “Sithandwa sa.” means my love “Umama.” means mother “Utata.” means father “Giana.” means god is gracious “Saleem.” means peaceful “Ramla.” means prophetess

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I’m sorry it took so long y’all this chapter just wouldn’t come out for nothing..

Fun fact, I hate fruit and only wrote reader with fruit on her cereal because I assumed y’all like that shit.

Anyways, reader was spilling the teaaaaa, hunty!

However, do y’all think she should have stopped? Let me know should she have done that or what point do you think it went to far if she went to far to you.

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[swervestrickland]

#1 - Seth Rollins

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Requested: #1 “What the hell are you doing here?” by anon

Word Count: 2,006

Warnings: cheating mention, swearing (obv)

Author’s Note: Angst with a sprinkling of fluff. It’s weird, and I struggled with it, but there ya go. Tag List at the bottom! Love ya, babes (:

I wasn’t expecting it. When I went out with the girls, it was meant to be a girls’ night out, just bunch of us hanging out, getting ice cream, scaling the gate of the neighborhood park and feeling like total badasses. You know, the cheesy stuff.

It was a night to be merry. We just wanted the joy of being girls together, in the hopes that we’d feel better about ourselves in the morning.

We were all giggling hysterically, laughing at the story Nia was telling.

“So then, I walked into his office, and he says, ‘Nia, honey,’” and at this point we are dying, because all of us had heard that line before, at least once, from Vincent Kennedy McMahon, ‘I know you’re not going to let this go, but could you at least wait until I’ve had my coffee first?’”

I swear at least one of us had fallen to the gravel howling.

That is, until we saw the dark figure of Seth Rollins coming straight towards us.

I jumped in front of the girls, holding a hand out to stop them mid stride. I looked down at my tiny little shorts and my low cut cami, suddenly feeling seven times more insecure and conscious of myself than I had ten seconds ago. I took a step forward, and Seth stopped.

Before he opened his mouth, I beat him to the punch. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Babe, please.”

“Don’t babe me, motherfucker,” I seethed, not allowing myself to drop my eyes from his own, for fear that he’d see it as an opening. There was no room for him to speak here.

Bayley stepped up behind me, pulling at the hem of my shirt softly. “Sweetie, don’t worry about him, let’s just go.” Her eyes were pleading; as Seth’s adoptive little sister, I could understand why this wasn't something she wanted to happen. She loved the both of us too much to be able to handle another fight, after already having dealt with the aftermath of a plethora of them from both sides. She looked from me, to Seth, hoping one of us would walk away.

But I couldn't. And it seemed Seth couldn't either.

Sasha came forward and pulled Bayley away by the hand. Nia was already walking away with Alexa, giving Seth and I our space. I watched them clear out, taking an alternate path through the park. They would stay at a distance, but they wouldn't be far. If something happened, though, they’d be there in seconds.

Once they were gone, I set my ice cold gaze back on the bastard, but all I could see was the curve of his smirk at the edge of his pink lips that made me see red.

“What the fuck do you want?” I said abrasively, words dripping with acid. If he wanted to talk, he was going to get me at my most hostile. I crossed my arms flush against me, puffing out my chest to make myself bigger, like a housecat would its tail. I was livid. What fucking right did he have to rain on our parade of fun?

“I don't know why you're behaving like this.” He took a step closer, so he was only a few feet away from me.

“You don't know why I'm behaving like this?” I scoffed, then continued when the look on his face answered my question. “You don't think that fucking some random girl in our our hotel room is cause enough?”

“We talked about this,” he started, taking one step closer to me while I held my ground steadfastly. He dipped his head, the smirk on his face growing. “Or don’t you remember?”

“What the hell do you mean, Seth? Exactly what did we talk about?”

“You forgot.” He huffed out a laugh as he looked up at the dark night sky, before turning his cocky grin back my way. “All the shit you’re giving me right now, and you’re the one who forgot.”

“I swear to God, Seth -” my hands curled into fists at my sides, ready to fucking deck him if he edged any closer. “I don't know what the fuck you think you told me, but I doubt I’d ever agree to you screwing some other bitch.”

And that’s when he burst out cackling. That annoying, grating, absolutely wrath-inducing cackle. “Babe, that’s exactly what you did!”

My face dropped. “No the fuck I didn’t.” What was he even doing, accusing me of something I knew I’d never say?

At the repetition of my denial, he scoffed, keeling over. It was safe to say that my ego was bruised. The audacity of him to laugh in my fucking face, and it burned me that I didn't know why.

“Spit it out, would you?” I snapped.

He raised his hands in front of him. “Fine, fine...do you remember back two months ago, when I got a concussion?”

I scowled. “Yeah, I remember. What’s that got to do with—?”

“You wanted me to tell you, so I’m telling you. So shut the fuck up and listen for two goddamn seconds.”

I was so taken aback that I actually stopped talking. And it killed me that my body responded, getting turned on by his assertiveness. I pushed the feeling down, glaring at him.

Seth squinted at me, head tilting to the side to make sure he had my undivided attention. The way he ran his tongue over his lips never ceased to amaze me.

The first thing I remember was your face.

I couldn’t remember the ending of the match - I don’t remember the brogue kick to the face by Sheamus, or the feeling of my head splitting open on the metal fold-out chair, and I certainly didn’t remember the thumping of the ref’s palm slapping down on the mat. I don’t remember Dean pulling me out of the ring as Sheamus’ music played. All of that was lost on me that night, babe.

Your beautiful eyes - that’s what I remember. Your lips, chapped and bleeding from anxiety.

The way your brows creased in worry and the feeling of your soft hands on the sides of my face.

I remembered the bright lights of the room backstage where we waited for the doctor. The bright little flashlight burning my eyes as she checked me, your hand lingering on my skin because you didn’t want to stand even two feet away from me.

She told you to keep me awake while they called for an ambulance.

So you kept talking. Talking, and talking, and talking, on and on. God, you didn’t shut up for one fucking second.

You nagged at me. “Your placement was off, Seth. I thought you were a professional wrestler?” As if that was something I needed to hear. “I’ve told you a million times that you always let him get too close. You’ve taken a brogue kick, what, ten times already? Jesus, Seth.” If I didn’t die from my concussion, I’d have considered it a fucking miracle, because you were just grinding away at what little sanity I had left.

Don’t scowl at me, it’s true.

“Talktome abou’ somethin’ else, please.” I was slurring what words I could muster. You had me beggin’, babe. Begging for you to change the subject, to draw my mind to anything but what just happened and the aching, tortuous pain.

“About what?”

I think I managed a semblance of a chuckle, before I replied. “Whatch’er gon’ do t’ make this up t’ me.”

Maybe I winked? I can’t remember. Probably wasn’t a good wink. Probably looked like I was wincing at the pain, because your breath hitched and you asked me if I was all right.

“S’all right, babe. S’watcha gon’ do for me?”

You opened your mouth, incredulous. The audacity of me, you were probably thinkin’, I don’t know.

“Are you serious?” You asked, crossing your arms, like you know I hate.

“As a concussion, sweetheart.”

And you laughed. Like, a genuine laugh. You’re nodding, does that mean you remember? So you remember that, okay. Maybe you’ll remember this next part, too.

You bit your lip, thinkin’ about what you were gonna do for me, once I was better. You do that a lot, ya know. Bite your lip. And it makes me hard, baby, you know it does.

“Mmm… blowjobs every day for a week? Whenever, wherever? Like Shakira?”

Shit, was that tempting. But my smart ass wanted to get something even better out of you.

“A month.”

“What? No!”

“Then ‘s no deal.”

“Ugh, you bastard.”

“Then somethin’ else.”

You rolled your eyes at me, another thing that I absolutely hate. I was on a rollercoaster, fighting back the searing pain and wincing at the stars in my eyes, caught between halfway in love with you and halfway pissed that you were keeping me awake because I wanted so badly to just close my fucking eyes.

And then you whispered—

“One night with someone else.”

“So you do remember.”

I shook my head. “It just came to me.” I looked up at the sky, wiping the tears running down my face. “And then you said, ‘s’cuse me?’ like you couldn't believe what I’d said, and I replied with—”

“‘Don’t make me repeat it.’ And I didn’t.”

“Yeah,” I whispered, running my hands over my arms to keep out the cold, my skin already laden with trembling goose flesh. “You didn’t repeat it.”

He was right. I had said that. But it was a promise made to a man with a concussion. I figured he wouldn't remember, and in the end I was the one who forgot all about it. It was a joke, something I said just to appease him while he was dealing with mental and physical torture.

“Funny how that’s what you remember.”

“Well, when your girlfriend is giving you permission to sleep with someone else for a night, you’re going to remember.”

“But why didn’t you tell me before you did?” I groaned, turning away from him. “Why did you do it behind my back?”

To this, Seth had no reply. A grin crossed his lips as he opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His mouth closed quietly. He was unsure of himself, for once in his life.

After all, what could he say to get me crawling back?

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry’s not good enough, Seth. Did you not trust me? Did you think that, deep down, you knew that what I said was a joke, but you still wanted to use it as proof against me?”

“No, babe, I—”

“Because you had to have known I’d be pissed at you for not reminding me of this before you did anything.”

Seth was inches from me, I could feel him. He was so warm, and I hated myself for melting against him. “If you just give me another chance…” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

“Seth…” I moaned, my own body working against me as it leaned into his. I had no control. The scruff of his beard scratched at the crook of my shoulder, lightly peppering my skin with soft kisses.

“Baby…just. One more shot. I’ll be good.” His mouth suckled gently on the most sensitive part of my neck. “Let me prove that I deserve you.”

My eyelashes fluttered, eyes closing for a moment. It would be so easy… to just let him get away with what he did. So fucking easy. But then again — we were both to blame. That much, I couldn’t deny. I said something I didn't mean, and that was wrong. Not exactly on the same level as his own mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.

I turned to him.

“I need time. Time away from you. When that time’s over, I’ll let you know what I’ve decided.” I braced myself for his reaction.

But all I got was a half smile.

“Okay,” he nodded. “If that’s what it takes.”

Last Note: An ambiguous ending for the most complicated persona (in my opinion) that I know. Seth, you stupid fuck, I hate to love you.

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