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pellucid-constellations · 1 year

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My Everyday

Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: Minor injury, idiots in love <3, some angst, pining

a/n: My first fic in a century!! Thank you so much for reading if you’re still here. Depending on how this does I hope I’ll have motivation to write more! College athlete Bucky never fails to get me inspired :)

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“What’s this punks name again?”

The breath you let out was long and excruciating. “I am not repeating myself.”

“C’mon, y/n,” Bucky whined, knocking his head back on the couch. He watched you bustle around the kitchen from his inverted vantage point. “How the hell am I supposed to swoop in and save the day if I don’t even know the kid’s name?”

“Okay, well, first of all—” the fridge door clicked shut with a swift motion of your hips “—he’s not a ‘kid’. I’m pretty sure he’s a few months older than you.”

“Semantics.”

“And second of all,” you stressed, pointing a butter knife in his direction. “There will be no ‘swooping in’. I’m going to have a nice date and you are going to go hang out with your puck rabbits or whatever they're called. There will be no thinking about me and no swooping in my vicinity.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, kicking up from the couch and rounding the kitchen counter to pick at your sandwich. You knocked his hand away several times, but you both knew it was futile. In the months you’d been living with the hockey player—who was far too big for the small, shoebox of an apartment you leased—you’d learned that food was non-negotiable for Bucky Barnes.

There were many other things you’d learned about him as well. He sang in the shower, but only when he thought you weren’t home. He had an annoying penchant for using your $30 lotion—again, when he thought you weren’t home. And he loved to throw his massive, smelly gear just about anywhere it would land right when he got home from every practice.

He didn’t really care if you were home for that last one.

Bucky was the last person you thought you would be rooming with when you posted that ad last summer. A small, quaint room previously occupied by your now engaged (and traitorous) best friend, you assumed someone like-minded to yourself would have taken you up on your offer. The price point wasn’t egregious and the building was relatively close to campus.

But weeks ticked by, and you started getting desperate. Your landlord wasn’t a nice lady, something you were positive she took pride in, and she decided that a rent increase was the perfect way to ring in the new school year. You were on the verge of destitution, and as it so happened, the only other person as desperate as you was the starting center for your college’s hockey team.

You hardly got along. It had taken weeks for your eye to stop twitching every time he tumbled through the front door at three in the morning, and even longer for you not to feel an infuriating aggravation at his random, nighttime smoothies. You supposed he probably felt the same about your cleanliness rules and your incessant reminders about trash days. Because Bucky was in charge of bringing the trash down those long, apartment steps. Not you.

But you’d be lying if you said things hadn’t gotten easier as of late. Conversation flowed more smoothly, things that made you seethe before were only mildly annoying, and Bucky was being… considerate? You weren’t quite sure what to call the random cups of coffee he brought home on occasion. Or his sudden urge to warm up your car when he had a morning class before yours.

There was also the case of that party last weekend. A frat party with far too many drunk men and not enough common sense, you had had the urge to leave the second you got there. But Wanda had dragged you along for the sole purpose of driving her home after she got hammered, so you were essentially stuck.

It was fine at first. Hot and crowded and loud, but fine. You kept a general eye on Wanda and scrolled aimlessly on your phone in the armchair you claimed. And then it wasn’t fine, because a man twice your size was encroaching on your space and unrelenting.

“What kinda girl comes to a party and doesn’t even wanna talk to anyone?”

“You want to come up to my room and watch a movie or something?”

“Hey, I’m talking to you, bitch.”

You weren’t even aware that Bucky had been at that party. It wasn’t surprising—the line between fraternities and sports was blurred at your college—but the space he took up as he intercepted the man in front of you was.

“There a problem here?” Bucky posed, crossing his arms over his chest, his presence looming above your seated position. His weight shifted to his toes.

The man didn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, you. Move.”

“Wanna fucking tell me what to do again?”

“Fuck you, man.”

A harsh shove to Bucky’s chest was all it took for a right hook to echo in the living room of the frat house. There was chaos. Grunts and screams from the drunk people surrounding the unnecessary fight created a cacophony of unpleasant sounds that seemed to get the attention of someone in charge. The man—Brian, you had now learned based on screams—was pulled back from Bucky and getting chewed out by some president or manager of something.

And Bucky was seething, chest rising and falling laboriously as he wiped at the new bruise forming on his face.

Fights were not uncommon. But this one had been about you. For you.

“Bucky?” you asked when the crowd calmed and Brian was no longer in the room.

You watched his back release its tight coil. He turned. “Are you okay?”

The words were almost lost in the noise of the crowd, but he was close enough that they created a tactile vibration across your skin. His pupils were dilated and he looked so disheveled it would have been charming if there wasn’t also a cut forming on his brow.

“Y/n.”

It took you a moment to realize that you hadn’t answered him. Your response fell out of you as if you’d been shoved. “I’m—I’m fine.”

He grunted, but it was more of a puff of air. “The fuck was that guy?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, realizing by the way you swayed that you had stood up at some point. “He just—”

“We’re going home.”

“What? I can’t, I’m here with Wanda. I’m driving her, Bucky, I can’t just leave.”

He grabbed your wrist, the grip achingly soft compared to the blows he was landing minutes before. “She left with that British guy she’s been on and off with. Asked me to tell you.”

That explained his random appearance. Your brows pinched as you took in the information, eyes cast down to the angry red marks marring Bucky’s knuckles. He’d been in fights before. So many fights. On the ice.

This was different.

“I haven’t been drinking—I can drive myself home. You don’t have to leave,” you shouted over the music now bumping in the room.

He didn’t respond, not verbally. He pulled you to his front instead, leading you through the impossible crowd until cool night air began melting into your skin. His silence was strange. Bucky’s favorite activity was talking your ear off until you told him to shut up, but right now… nothing. Even his earlier words had been clipped.

You felt responsible for easing the tension in the air as Bucky continued to guide you to your car. You hadn’t told him where you parked, but he seemed to know the exact location anyways.

“You really don’t have to leave with me,” you mumbled. “It wasn’t a big deal or anything.”

“It was a big deal.”

The drive home had been silent. The walk to the door had been as well. Bucky spent a few minutes appraising you in the overhead light of the living room when you got inside, but after that there was nothing. He went to his room and you went to yours.

There was no discussion about it the morning after, either. Bucky apparently wanted to pretend nothing ever happened, so you respected that. Even now, you ignored the fading cuts on his hands as he shoveled food into his mouth.

Bucky’s next words were muffled by a mouthful of bread. “Well where’s this dude taking you at least?”

“Ice skating.”

The cough and sudden exasperation was very expected out of the man next to you, Bucky’s next words hardly containing syllables. “Huh?”

“We’re going ice skating,” you reiterated. You picked up your lunch and headed for the living room, ignoring the slightly heaviness in your chest. “It’s winter and ice skating is festive. The rink on campus has decorations.”

“Without me? Y/n, you’re gonna let some guy who probably doesn’t even know how to skate—”

“Bucky—” you attempted to interrupt.

“—drag you around the rink like a rag doll?” he continued, holding his hand up to mute your incoming speech. “I’ve asked you to come by the rink, like, a ton of times. You’ve never shown any interest.”

You rolled your eyes and shot him a cross look as he picked your feet up from where they rested on the couch and dropped them into his lap. He went on with his rant for a little while longer, knocking his head back against cushions and accusing you of being a bad roommate. You had a few rebuttals of your own, but there was a reason you had never accompanied him to the rink.

A good reason.

You didn’t date athletes.

It was true that simply going to visit Bucky at a practice, or letting him be the one to drag you around the ice like a rag doll, wouldn’t mean you were in a relationship by any means. But it would be an extra step. And if you were being honest with yourself, it would only take a few of those extra steps for the irritation you felt towards Bucky to melt into something else.

And you didn’t date athletes.

You did not.

You didn’t have the time, nor the patience, to put up with the cheating, the anger issues, or the crazy schedules. And there wasn’t a single athlete you’d met at your sport-centered university that was willing to compromise on any of those subjects. Especially the cheating. You’d learned that the hard way after dating a lacrosse player for approximately one month before receiving the dreaded DM from a girl you had never met.

The man hadn’t even given you the courtesy of pretending he didn’t know what she was talking about. He just admitted to his wrong-doing and shrugged. Shrugged.

So athletes were not exactly in your good graces when it came to dating.

“Are you even listening to me?” Bucky cut through your thoughts, patting your shin in impatience.

You blinked and reoriented yourself, focusing on the hairs that fanned across Bucky’s face. “Of course I am,” you lied. “But my answer is still the same. I’m going on my date and you are not going on my date.”

He groaned, apparently giving up as he cradled your legs closer to him to lean over and grab the remote from the coffee table. He flipped the channel to ESPN—typical—and you ate your sandwich, silently cursing him. He had a TV in his room.

“When is it?” he suddenly asked, breaking the silence that had knitted itself into a comfortable blanket over the room.

“Tonight,” you answered plainly.

The arms atop your legs tensed.

The dichotomy of the man sitting beside you was impressive. On one hand, he was so full of himself that he had missed almost all of your conversation starters due to being so transfixed by his reflection in the rink’s glass. He had yet to ask you a single question about yourself and had insisted that the four other girls skating tonight were in love with him.

On the other hand, he was, quite possibly, the most uninteresting person you had ever met. You were usually very quick to laugh, but every word out of his mouth was almost painful. He wouldn’t stop talking about his ex-girlfriend, gave you one word answers about anything other than baseball, and was honestly really terribly at ice skating. You were no pro either, but you found yourself on your back every time he tried holding your hand.

The tumble five minutes ago had you seeking out the penalty box on the side of the rink. You needed a break, you had told him, hoping he would continue on making a fool of himself and give you a moment alone. But he followed you instead, and was now sitting beside you, talking about baseball.

You supposed that was better than making you fall while talking about baseball.

“I bet we could do that,” he remarked, pointing out onto the ice and catching your attention. A couple who clearly had more experience than you was twirling each other around. “We definitely could. I pick up good speed.” You cringed. “I really don’t think we should try, Sean. My tailbone is already pretty bruised.”

“Oh, c’mon! I won’t try the throwing part, just the twisty stuff.”

“We are literally on rental skates. You will kill me,” you deadpanned. You were tired at this point and seriously questioning why you thought ice skating was a good first date idea.

Well, there actually was an answer for that. But you were not going to think about the hockey player that popped into your head when Sean asked you on a date in the dining hall last week.

Definitely not.

“I’m not going to let my date think I’m boring,” Sean groaned, yanking you up from your seat.

You gave a few tugs and words of resistance but they were ultimately useless. You figured it would be just as useless to tell the guy you already thought he was boring. He probably wouldn’t even hear you.

On unsteady skates, Sean guided you to a mostly cleared corner of the rink and gripped your forearms. He squinted as he surveyed the area, the corner of his mouth turning up in a way that made your stomach roll. This entire date had been a bad idea.

“Maybe we should just watch them do it,” you tried, words wavering.

“No!” he grinned. “No, we got this. It’s gonna look so cool.”

And then you were spinning. You’d never been spun against your will before, but it sucked. Your skates kept getting stuck in the divots in the ice and the grip on your forearms was close to bruising. You were starting to get dizzy and Sean showed no signs of caring. God, he really was dragging you around the rink like a rag doll. Bucky was going to get a kick out of this.

“Okay, ready?” Sean called, an unwarranted jubilation in his tone.

“What?” you yelled.

He didn’t answer you. Instead, he let go, and you went flying in another direction without a clear path. It only lasted a moment, but the sound of your head smacking onto the ice signified the end of that movement. You landed on your arm next, and then your back. Again.

This time felt different though. Your head was spinning and there were muted pinpricks trailing up to your wrist. The ache there was dulled compared to the biting iciness in your back, but as soon as you tried leaning on it to get up, it became sharp.

“Oh shit!” came Sean’s laughter-filled gasp. “My bad. I really didn’t mean to let go.”

You blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from your vision but it proved unhelpful. “I think… I think my arm’s broken.”

“Wait, seriously?” he asked, wobbling down to a seat beside you.

“Yeah, it’s—”

“Everything okay over here?” a voice interrupted. You tried blinking again to take in the man that towered over the two of you, but the lights overhead washed him out.

You recognized him…maybe? You felt like you were going to throw up.

Sean answered for you. “Yeah, man, we’re fine. She just fell.”

“Y/n, are you okay?” the man asked, ignoring your date completely.

“Do I know you?” you slurred.

You thought you heard a curse. “What made you think throwing her around was a good idea?”

“Dude, it wasn’t even that fast. Or my fault. She just couldn’t keep her feet under her.”

“Well, dude, maybe you should go home.”

Sean scoffed. “Right, and who’s going to take this one home?”

Your head was starting to hurt with all of the back and forth. The man that just joined, the taller one, kneeled down beside you. His blonde hair cast a harsh glare that had you squinting again.

“You want me to call Bucky?” he asked.

Bucky? How would he know Bucky? Blonde hair began morphing into a man in your memory, and you reached for the material of his shirt, looping it between your fingers.

“Steve Rogers?” you mumbled.

The man, now identified as Steve, sighed. “I’m calling him. Go home, Sean. Her roommate is coming to get her.”

There was more discussion, something about Steve having the authority to kick him out and Sean not understanding what all of the fuss was about. Steve warned him about something and Sean scoffed as if the situation was beneath him. And then he left.

Steve was then in your line of sight again, brows pinched together and a bright orange vest covering his shoulders. His hands hovered in front of you as if you’d break if he touched you and you almost found it funny. Steve was a huge guy with a lot of authority on Bucky’s team, but right now he looked like a scared animal.

“Why are you dressed like a construction worker?” you asked.

A small smile graced his face. “I’m working at the rink today. Everyone on the team has to take shifts during the holidays.”

“Hmm,” you hummed. “I think my arm is broken.”

“I know. I’m pretty sure you have a concussion too. Let’s get you off the ice, yeah?”

You tried to nod, but that hurt too much so you let Steve assist you in shakily standing up. He guided you to the seats by the rental skate counter with a soft but sure hand on your back, asking some guy named Antonio for an ice pack. Everything around you felt like a fever dream.

Gentle touches rolled the sleeve of your sweater back to reveal a swollen wrist that Steve immediately covered with an ice pack.

He cursed again. “Well he’s gonna be pissed.”

“Who?” Your head swayed with the question.

Steve looked up to meet your gaze, lips parting to answer, when he was replaced by a different face. Your brain was having trouble keeping up with everything, obviously, because Bucky was in front of you now. He was kneeling between your legs with his hands on your face and you had no idea where Steve went.

“What the fuck?” you blurted out.

“Hey, y/n.” Bucky spoke your name low and soothing, his fingers moving to your eyes where he pried them open one at a time and looked for something you couldn’t see. His next words were directed over his shoulder. “Maybe a concussion. Tell me what happened again?”

“Sean Marcus was being an ass. Flung her all over the place,” Steve replied.

“Why are you here?” you interjected, trying to focus on one thing at a time. “I told you not to come on my date.”

Bucky moved his assessment to your arm next, shifting the ice pack. “Never really agreed to those terms.”

He turned back to Steve after that, having another discussion that you barely understood. Bucky absentmindedly fiddled with the material of your jeans as he spoke, and you put all of your energy into not face planting on the ground. This past week had truly been a series of terrible events with terrible men.

After some amount of time elapsed, you were walking to the parking lot with a jacket thrown over your shoulders and Bucky continuously jutting a hand out each time you took a step. He was very well versed in concussions, apparently.

“Okay, in you go, killer,” Bucky prompted, opening the passenger door.

You eyed the front seat, scrunching your face up. “My arm hurts.”

The man in front of you seemed to soften, his shoulders dropping on a long exhale. “I know, sweetheart. But we gotta go to the hospital to fix that. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“I should just call Wanda. Or Nat. You don’t have to be the one to take me.”

“I can take you just fine.”

“Why do you want to you? Aren’t you busy?”

Another long sigh, this one accompanied by hands on your shoulders, fingers at the base of your neck. “Get in the car.”

His eyes were boring into yours, searching for something, or maybe already finding it there. You still had your arm cradled to your chest and you titled your head to the side as you observed him. There was something else to his gaze that you couldn’t quite describe. It reminded you of his expression after he came home from a rough game. Angry. Discontent.

“You’re being weird,” you commented, breaking the silence you had created.

“You broke your arm and smacked your head on the ice,” he simply replied, as if the statement was an explanation.

“Yeah, but—”

“And then that douchebag did nothing about it,” Bucky interrupted. “So please, y/n, get in the car so I can help you before I find him and kick his ass. Because you know I’m not above fighting people.”

You blinked, and then slid into the front seat.

The drive was quiet. You’d never been in Bucky’s car before, but the spinning in your head didn’t give you much space to inspect it too closely. You caught hockey gear in the back, a keycard to the rink dangling off the rearview mirror, and a small collection of hair ties in one of the cupholders. One caught your attention.

“Hey, this one’s mine.” You picked up the purple band and rolled it between your fingers. “Thief.”

Bucky snatched it back. “Mine now.”

He made a sharp turn that had you sucking air between your teeth and repositioning your arm. Bucky sent you a quick, achingly apologetic look.

“Sorry, almost there.” A long beat of silence and then a mumbled, “I should keep your hair tie. You won’t be able to do your hair alone with a broken arm anyway.”

Your wrist was fractured, not broken. You also only had a minor concussion. This was all great news to you, especially since they told you after administering a hefty amount pain reliever. To Bucky, this was apparently terrible, life-altering news.

After practically body slamming into the front door of your apartment, he chucked his wallet and keys down on the kitchen counter and began grumbling to himself as he opened and closed kitchen cabinets. You watched from a distance, half amused, half concerned for the rusting hinges. He finally found what he was looking for—a cup—and continued to mutter to himself as he filled it with gatorade.

“Are you… okay?” you asked tentatively.

Bucky ripped the freezer open and manhandled three to four ice cubes. “I’m fine. You are not.”

“I’m okay now,” you assured. Bucky stalked over to you anyways, pressing the sports drink into your hand that was not wrapped in a cast.

You looked down at the glass and sent him a baffled look. He nodded at it and raised his brows, a silent demand for you to drink.

“Okay. And why do I need to drink gatorade?” Your words were slow.

“You were just on the ice and haven’t had any water for at least three hours.”

“Bucky,” you began. “I was ice skating recreationally for about thirty minutes. I don’t need to replenish my electrolytes.”

“Will you just… will you just drink the damn drink?” he groaned, gesturing to it with a firm hand. “Jesus, I can’t take care of you when you go and get yourself hurt by idiots. So just let me do what I know I can do, alright?”

“You don’t have to take care of me.” You were beginning to raise your voice, matching some of the frustration in the room.

Bucky threw his hands in the air, tugging at his roots on the way down. He moved further into the kitchen and leaned against the counter with stiff, rod-like arms propping him up. And then he sighed, long and profound as if this was the hardest conversation he’d had all year. His head hung heavy between stiff shoulders and you felt the environment shift.

You almost wanted to intervene on his thoughts again, to make some comment about the dishes in the dishwasher or pretend you were going to go take a nap. But he had something to say, something you needed to hear, and so you stayed. You blinked and clenched your fist in the uncomfortable silence, but you stayed.

“Y/n, I want to take care of you,” Bucky breathed out, words still directed toward the floor, almost too low to make out. “I’ve been tryna get you to see that for weeks now, but you’ve either got no clue or you want absolutely nothing to do with me.”

You stopped blinking, stopped fidgeting, stopped breathing altogether. You watched as Bucky drummed his fingers against the counter and still refused to look up. You swallowed hard because you weren’t clueless, but also because you wanted everything to do with Bucky Barnes.

And nothing at the same time.

“Bucky…” you began, with a tone of surprise you weren’t sure was believable.

“Don’t do it yet,” he stopped you. “Don’t…don’t tell me no yet. I’m still pissed as hell that you got hurt and you shouldn’t be alone with a concussion. I don’t need you avoiding me when you can’t even drive a car.”

“You’re being presumptuous.”

He snapped his head up, his eyes rushing back and forth between your own. The drumming on the counter ceased, instead replaced by balled up fists turning white under days old cuts and fading bruises. He didn’t say anything. You searched the empty air for a reply.

“I wouldn’t avoid you. I don’t know if I could avoid you—not anymore. You’re sort of a big part of my life now.” A good start, you thought. Not a real answer, but not a rejection.

Bucky bit the inside of his cheek and eyed the drink still perspiring in your hand. You set it down at his observance, moving closer to his slumped posture in the kitchen.

But Bucky stood up straight at your movement, becoming guarded, stiff. “I shouldn’t have said anything. Bad timing, just forget it. You should try and get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to forget it,” you softly spoke, shaking your head.

He clenched his jaw. “And I don’t want to hear that you don’t feel the same way about me that I feel about you. Not right now. I feel like I’m going insane, watching you go out on dates and having my best friend tell me that my girl—that’s not really my girl—is all banged up on the ice because of some asshole.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky kept going, now pacing in the kitchen. “I mean, y/n, you’re my everyday. I wake up and you’re making coffee. You text me in class to ask what I need at the grocery store and then I call you after practice to make sure you got back to the apartment. I think about you so god damn much and I can’t believe there was a time in my life that I didn’t get to end my day in a home that has you. And you’re just my roommate. You want nothing to do with athletes, I get it—” he added, catching your eye in the middle of his rant, “—but, shit, I haven’t even looked at another girl since… well it doesn’t even matter.”

“Tell me,” you whispered. There were a million other things you could’ve said, a million explanations that would have made sense. But the two soft words stopped Bucky from tracking holes in the ground. They shoved him from his shallow breaths and made him look at you.

And, god, did he look at you. You must have been worse for wear. A hospital visit mixed with one too many tumbles onto solid ice probably had your hair in disarray and your face pressed with exhaustion, but his gaze was revering. Candy-coated red with soft blues melting below brows that fluxed with the movement of his lips; Bucky was beautiful, and he was looking at you as if you matched.

His tone confirmed as much, light and saccharin as he said, “That dumb movie a few weeks ago, the one about the superheroes. Your friends wouldn’t watch it with you so you made me. You were so excited even though it was awful and you were out like a light within the first hour. You rolled over onto me and I wasn’t gonna wake you up so I sorta just held you.”

He paused, trailing his eyes up to the light fixtures. “At the risk of sounding pathetic, it felt like I had you, you know? Like we were going through all our usual motions, but after I annoyed the hell out of you and you told me off, you were mine. I can’t… I can’t really picture that with another girl.”

There were very few times you had considered yourself speechless. But with Bucky Barnes standing in front of you, red-faced and vulnerable and still wearing the stupid hospital nametag they made him put on in the waiting room, you had no words. There was none of the arrogance you usually associated with him, no short-temper or pestering taunts. It was just Bucky, and he was pouring his heart onto the kitchen floor. For you.

“You get why you can’t tell me no just yet?” he asked, trying to get something out of you. Anything. “You can break my heart, but let me just make sure you’re okay first. And I can’t beat the shit out of Sean if we aren’t on speaking terms.”

The laugh that left you was one of disbelief, but the breathiness and accompanying tears fit the heaviness of the room. Your glossy eyes met Bucky’s and something flashed on his face, but it was soon out of your line of sight because you were kissing him. You were kissing him hard and your bodies were too close for the cast between you but it didn’t matter.

He didn’t respond at first, hand hovering at your back. But then he did and the cold linoleum of the kitchen floor was gone from your bare feet. He sat you on the counter, so gently, as if you were glass, and you let your hand brush against the cracks and divots of your home. The one that Bucky came back to every night to see you.

The one that had housed so many nights of confusion and longing and denial.

The one that had Bucky kissing the life out of you on the kitchen counter.

He pulled away first, forehead pressed to yours. “Didn’t think I’d ever get to do that.”

“You can do it again.”

“Oh, I will, baby.”

Laughter met in the air between you—sweet, short, intertwined. There was so much you wanted to tell him, so many instances like the one he shared before where you were left questioning boundaries and feelings and lines. But, you figured, there would be so many opportunities to tell him. So much time together.

“I texted Wanda that night,” you shared, interrupting the kisses he was pressing to your cheek. “After I woke up and you had taken me back to my room.”

He smiled against your skin. “What’d you say?”

“I told her I was an idiot—that I was falling for the enemy.”

Bucky ran a soft hand along the back of your head, a smirk lighting up his face. He was slotted between your legs and kept his other hand firmly pressed onto the kitchen counter, caging you in, making sure your arm didn’t hit the cabinets.

“And is that true?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, connecting your foreheads once again, wanting to stay impossibly close. “Try to cure my broken bone with gatorade again and we’ll see.”

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mistydeyes · 8 months

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hollow apologies and avoiding glances

a continuation of this request

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summary: Months after your release from the 141, you try to acclimate to life back on base. Despite time, therapy, and medication, you still are haunted by ghosts that cloud your everyday life.

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gn!reader (but like not even a pairing at this point lol)

okay real talk here and same psa as before but please do not read if you are not comfortable with ANY OF THIS! it is upsetting in all aspects!!

warnings: torture/violence, mentions of blood, bruises, and cuts, swearing, abusive language, ANGST WITH NO HAPPY ENDING

a/n: HOLY SHIT I didn't think this would take off like it did! thank you all so much for all the love and requests to have a followup to my initial request <3

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You felt the cold tile imprint on your face as Ghost loomed over you. The small shallow cuts on your cheek pooled in a sea of crimson iron on the linoleum flooring. "Please," you choked out for the thousandth time, "I promise you it's not me." Your quiet pleas for respite from the torture were met by the harsh tug at your hair. "And I promise you this won't end until you tell us what you want," he spat in your face. As he violently let you fall back to the ground, you braced yourself for another round of terror.

"Did you hear me, Sergeant?" the therapist's voice echoed in your ears. You blinked as you stared back at her, balancing your trembling hands on the table. "I'm sorry, what was the question?" you asked as you gazed shamefully at the light silver cuts that decorated your forearms. "Have you done anything nice for yourself recently?" she repeated, "go on any walks, read a new book, try a new recipe?" You tried to think of the positives during the last year but none came to mind. "I started gardening," you lied through your teeth and she nodded in respect to your answer. "That's good," she encouraged and you just wanted this to be over. "Is that all for today, Captain?" you quietly asked, "I just want to go back to my quarters." She had a tightlipped smile as she gestured that your time was done. As you got up and gripped the door handle, she had one last comment. "You can't bury yourself in work, you know," she said quietly as you looked at her, "it's not healthy." You shook your head as you entered back into the hallway. "God how fucking pathetic," you whispered, trying to hold back another barrage of tears. The least you could do was go back to your quarters and drown in the minimal comfort of sleep.

As your boots clattered on the linoleum tile, you avoided the prying eyes of your colleagues. Despite your temporary disability leave and passing numerous psych examinations, everyone knew what happened to you. Whispers reached even the highest ranks and you left the sympathy flowers out to die in the trash. You ignored the phone calls and voicemails from your previous team, even denying Laswell visits to your hospital room. When you returned, no one ever uttered a word but their gazes pierced into you whenever you walked out of your room. It was humiliating but was nothing compared to the flashes of terror when you saw the faces of your old team around the base. You had taken a desk position, something far from your skills on the field, but it was all that you could handle for the moment. However, you still brushed paths with them once in a while, walking briskly when you saw their faces emerge from a crowd. Once, Gaz tried to come up to you to offer an apology after you were issued an official one from the military. However, a strong slap to the face and a fast-paced sprint in the opposite direction was all that was needed to tell them to stay away.

"This can end if you tell us where he is," Ghost whispered in your ear. You shook your head violently and bit your lip as your face was met with a hard slap. The pain shot through your body as he followed up with a punch directly to the gut. Your ears rang with static as he gripped your chin in his bloodied, gloved hand. "That's not the answer I want, Eclipse," he said through gritted teeth, holding your face painfully. As your eyes pricked with tears in agony, he released his grip. "You're fucking pathetic," he spat, "a double agent caught so easily." You stopped resisting with words from that moment on. Despite all attempts to reason, the chance of your survival grew ever slimmer and it all depended on the actions of one man.

Your solemn walk back to your room was interrupted by the hard wall of a figure. "I'm sorry," you said looking up but your heart dropped when you saw who you ran into. It wasn't the mask that made you realize who it was but the cold, unforgiving eyes of one, Simon Riley. Out of all the visits and calls you received, you never heard a word from him. He haunted you and in some cynical way, he was a ghost both in namesake and person. As you backed away in sheer terror, you kept repeating a string of apologies and incoherent tearful babbles. He took a step towards you as you stood in absolute fear. "Please, please don't come near me," you whispered, clutching the wall as your legs began to tremble with adrenaline coursing through your veins. "I just want to talk, Y/N," he said with an unsettling amount go kindness in his tone, "I-I didn't realize you were back from leave." With the late word, you could feel something inside you break. It wasn't seeing the rest of the 141 that sent you over the edge, it was the fact that he was staring at you with the same bitter gaze that sent your blood into a fever pitch. Your feelings of terror morphed into ones of anger and absolute fury.

"You didn't realize?" you shouted, not caring about how your voice echoed through the halls, "like you even fucking cared in the first place." His eyes darted around your figure and your tears grew like molten lava on your face. "No amount of apologies or therapy or goddamn medication will ever make me forget about what you put me through," you continued, throwing a frustrated punch directly to his chest, "you fucking broke me, Simon." With that final statement, you could feel all semblance of anger and fear dissolve into emptiness. You had dreamed of an altercation, one where you could finally release all of the frustration and nightmares you had endured. But now with Simon standing in front of you, you felt as minuscule as ever. You never left that empty abyss of a room and no matter how hard you tried, he would still be that horrifying presence looming over you. As he stood there, words never coming to the surface, you pushed past him without a second look. "Try to talk to me again and I'll have a restraining order for you," you spat angrily, "and you can tell the rest of the 141 my stance."

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cottonconnielvr · 11 months

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okayyy, another idea inspired by tt !

now this one, i can say maybe connie had the boys over even though he promised spoiled!reader they were gonna have a date day! no drops, no games, no boys, just her and con! so when she’s met with a group of men circled around the tv she rebuttals by walking around without any panties 🫣 you may continue my lady🫶🏾

I LOVE THISS

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“I know I know, i’m sorry princesa. we can just do it tomorrow,kay?” Connie’s thumbs move rapidly on his ps5 controller, his eyes not leaving the tv. You could hear a few laughs coming from his homeboys that were sitting too comfortably on your couch.

You did nothing but roll your eyes, his “boys” eyeing you up and down, staring at your ass a little too long. You stomped out of the living room, going into your room and closing the door.

You were genuinely upset with Connie. You were looking forward to your date night, you guys planned something simple; do a little shopping, have dinner, smoke n fuck, then have a barbie movie marathon.

But as you were preparing to get ready, Connie blessed you with the news “Some of the guys r gonna come over for a bit, just chill a lil bit” You immediately grew upset.

There were times where you felt as if Connie would always choose the streets, drugs, and money before you. He handles his business everyday, is one night away from it so bad?

Hours later, you could still hear the sounds of him doing stupid shit with his friends. You scrolled through instagram, feeling annoyed. Just then you came up with a very very smart idea! You knew the consequence you were gonna have to face after doing this but it was worth it, this would most definitely catch Connie’s attention.

You walked out of your shared room in an oversized graphic tee. You walked to the kitchen, grabbing a pack of gushers out of the pantry.

“SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU CAN’T STACK WITH THE SAME COLOR?” Jean yells from his spot on the floor.

“NOOOOO YOU STACK BY NUMBER!!” Ony yells back, slapping the side of his head.

You rolled your eyes, loud ass mfs in my house

You walked over to Connie who was smoking a blunt, his hand immediately curving around your waist when you sat on his lap. Your shirt covered your bare glistening cunt, Connie’s muscular thigh pressing against you.

You held up a gusher to his mouth, him mindlessly eating it, passing the blunt to Eren.

“Pay attention to meee” You whispered to Connie, kissing up and down his neck. “I promise I gotchu right after they leave okay?” Your face went straight. You sat on his lap in defeat, you’ve never had to experience someone practically dismissing you.

Suddenly you dropped the package on the floor on purpose. You’d told up before bending down, flashing Connie your wet slit. You mentally smiled when you heard Connie stop talking. You stood up, walking to the trash can as if you were innocent.

You could feel Connie’s eyes on you, staring holes into the side of your face. “Y/N go in the room” He spoke out loud, causing you to look up.

At this point all his homeboys were staring. You could hear Eren snickering. Everyone in the room knew he was about to fuck your shit up, but they didn’t know why.

“Why?” You replied with the most sass and attitude you could generate. Connie didn’t say anything, just staring at you even harder if it was possible.

You sighed before rolling your eyes, walking into your room. Once your back was turned you couldn’t help but smile. I’m about to get dicked down, you sang in your head.

You could hear Connie dismissing all of his friends, finally

Your nerves began to rise just a bit when you heard the door close and lock. You hear Connie’s footsteps approaching your room.

“Fuck is your problem?” Connie closes the door behind it, locking that as well. You weren’t gonna run anywhere

“Connie you cancelled our fucking date night and then you act like you can’t even speak to me just because your “boys” are here” You snap at him, rolling your eyes before plopping back on the bed with your phone in hand, scrolling through instagram.

Before you can blink, Connie snatches your phone out of your hand. “Watch your mouth. I get that you’re upset but that doesn’t mean you walk around with no fucking panties on!” You roll your eyes once again. “Stop rolling your fucking eyes before I get ‘em stuck” Connie’s tattooed hand wraps around your throat, daring you.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Connie harshly thrusts up into you. You can’t feel your legs and your arms are shaking, tired from holding up all your weight.

You found yourself in this position often but nothing could explain how exhausting it was. Connie stood in front of the bed, his hands on your waist as he dragged you back on him.

“I..i-m..mhm.. i’m so s-sorry” Your voice whined out, arms going limp as you fall face down on the bed. You can hardly breathe, your cunt tightening around Connie. “I’m sorry too…fuck! s-shit” Connie whines as he follows you down, his body practically on top of you.

He flips you over with one hand, his dick staying stuffed inside you. He looks at your dazed expression, your eyes glossy and lips pouty. “Gonna be good for me hmm?” Connie hums, his thumb rubbing at your clit.

“Y-yes!! I’m sorry…s-slow please” Your hand presses at his lower stomach. Connie only shakes his head, grabbing both of your hands and pining them above your head. His head finds home in the crook for your neck, licking and sucking all over your exposed skin.

His thrusts became more fluid, his hips moving harder against yours. You could feel him everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, you unexpectedly came around him. Connie winced as you squirted around him, triggering his orgasm.

He only fucked into you harder, your mind going blank.

“S-so good mami! F-fuck…” His voice trailed off, whiny and desperate. His thrust slowed to a halt, he looked at you. Your eyes were closed and your lips were parted.

“Always falling asleep” Connie thought to himself before kissing you awake.

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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Just Friends, Chapter Two:

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

rating: E (mentions of sex/masturbation but no real smut until next chapter, pining, infidelity, angst if you look hard enough, joel is a lover boy)

wc: 4.1k

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“Baby.”

You wake to the sound of your boyfriend behind you, pressing himself against you as he burrows his face in your neck, his lips on your skin.

Maybe if you hadn’t just been rudely awakened from a dream involving a different man you would be more interested, but you aren’t. Groaning, you shake your head and burrow your face further into your pillow.

“C’mon, baby,” Will continues, his hand rubbing over your hip. “I’m hurting over here.”

“That’s not my job,” you mumble. He scoffs just like he always does when you deny him, and you want to feel bad but don’t.

“Gonna go take a shower then,” he says, climbing out of bed. You watch him as he mopes into the en-suite, wondering what it is about him that prevents you from loving him like you probably should by now. After all, it hadn’t always been this way.

You met him shortly before you arrived to Jackson, his group consisting of him, his little brother, Alex, and your closest friend, Josie. They offered you a family, and eventually, you and Will fell in love.

It was quick. You hardly know exactly when it began, but once it started, you were locked in.

You liked his smile, his sense of humor. He was like a best friend—in a lot of ways he was your best friend—and it was easy. He was charming, and kind, and in love with you. There wasn’t much more to want.

Until there was.

You were standing with Will when Joel and Ellie rode into town with the rangers. You’ll never forget his booming voice as he called out for Tommy Miller or the hug they shared. You watched them as they held each other, moved to tears by the love there—though when Will teased you about it you insisted it was from the chill breeze.

When you saw him later on at the dining hall, you felt a heat creep into your cheeks as you realized that greying mess of hair on his head had fooled you. He wasn’t old, he was…mature. He had lines in his forehead and beneath his eyes, but he carried a youth to him that you couldn’t explain. Maybe it was his eyes.

Those big, brown eyes.

Your breath hitched when he spotted you across the room with your empty plate in your hand, hovered over the trash can. He looked annoyed at first but you quickly realized he was just on edge. Then just as quickly as he looks at you, he looks away and stabs his fork into a piece of meat.

You didn’t see him for a while after that. Not until this spring when he and Ellie returned from their “trip”. You knew almost immediately why things had fizzled with Will. It wasn’t anything he was doing, it was simply the fact that he didn’t stir anything in you anymore. Not the way the quiet and mysterious Joel Miller did.

As Will showers, you get out of bed and begin getting ready for your own workday. You didn’t have the stomach for patrol, so you found work in the mornings at the greenhouse harvesting and at the general store in the afternoon, allowing you some much appreciated time away from Will everyday.

You dress for the August weather, Jackson’s northern climate keeping the summers under 85 degrees. Throwing on a pair of shorts, a white tank top, and your favorite pair of boots—a product of your assimilation to Jackson—you sneak into the en-suite where Will is still showering to quickly brush your teeth and mumble a goodbye before heading out of the house.

The summer is fading, you can feel it in the chill of the morning as your boots crunch against the paved dirt road leading from your street to the center of town. You can already feel the loss of warmth in your bones, the isolation of another Jackson autumn slowly creeping in again even as the sun shines on you.

How many falls have you made it through? How many of them clawed you to shreds inside? It was hard to remember how you managed to pull yourself out of it before, but you were certain that somehow, you’d manage it again.

“Happy birthday.” Joel’s voice is distinct and makes you turn around as soon as you hear it. You manage a smile, softer and more fragile than your usual one, but it’s enough to bring one to Joel’s face as well. “Headin’ to work?”

“Thank you, and yeah,” you nod, stopping to wait for him as he hurries to meet you.

“You at the store or the greenhouse?” he asks, tucking his hands in his pockets as the two of you continue on.

“Greenhouse until twelve, store until five,” you reply, a more sincere smile finding its way onto your face as the two of you walk together like old friends. “You going on patrol?”

“No, just goin’ to help Tommy at his place. He’s tryin’ to build a crib for the baby.” You nod, concealing your own feelings about having children in the middle of an apocalypse. “What time should I show up to your party tonight?”

You grin, looking ahead of you as two men you knew by face but not by name carry a wooden beam across the road. “You can show up whenever,” you say, nudging his elbow with yours. “You’re always welcome to come help me set up.”

Joel laughs and nods.

“Always a catch, ain’t there?” He smiles at you in a way that he never had before and you struggle to decode the hidden meaning of it. “That boyfriend of yours ain’t gonna be around to help?”

“He’s got patrol until six and that’s when I was hoping to start everything,” you explain. “Don’t want people at my house all night.”

“No?” You shake your head. “Like your quiet too much?”

“It’s my favorite thing,” you reply. “Yours too, I’ve noticed. Aside from the occasional Merle Haggard record you play.”

“What do you know about Merle Haggard?” he asks with a smirk.

“I know a little about a lot of stuff, Miller.” You bump into him unintentionally, or maybe not. Joel chuckles at you and then let’s out a long exhale as the two of you arrive at Tommy’s house. “Well, this is your stop.”

“Yep,” he agrees, shuffling his feet as he stands there, making you wait in anticipation for whatever he’s struggling to say. “Should I, uh, should I get dressed up for this party?”

“I wouldn’t mind seeing that,” you flirt against your better judgment, delighting in the flush that creeps onto his face. Reaching your hand over, you pat his arm before returning it to your back pocket. “Wear whatever. Just come.”

Joel seems to be speechless as he stares at you, his lips parted to speak but nothing coming out.

“Well,” you let a quick shaky breath escape. “Guess I should be going.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “I’ll see ya around five, then? Since I’m helpin’ you set up.”

“Oh, that was just a joke. I can handle it—“

“No,” he shakes his head and smiles. “I’ll be there.”

You smile down at your feet before lifting your head again.

“Cool. See ya there, then.”

Joel chuckles and shakes his head before pointing at the house.

“Well—“

“Hey, y’all,” Tommy emerges from his front door and waves at you from his porch. “You helpin’ too?”

“No,” Joel answers for you. “It’s her birthday. She shouldn’t have to spend it workin’. Should give her the day off.”

“Joel,” you chuckle, amused by his attempt at helping you into a day off.

“No, he’s right. Go home and relax,” Tommy says, smiling at you.

“You sure?” you ask.

“Long as I get an invitation to this party you’re throwin’ tonight.”

You laugh and nod. “Of course. Bring Maria too if she feels up to it.”

“Sounds good,” he nods before turning to Joel. “I’ll see you inside.”

“Alright,” Joel says. You watch Tommy head back inside before turning to Joel.

“You didn’t—“

“Hush,” he says, smirking at you. “So, how are you gonna spend your day now that you’re freed up?”

Thinking about you.

“Probably just catch up on some reading. Maybe go work on my garden.”

“Well, take it easy,” he says. “Don’t wanna tire yourself out before your party.”

“How can I be tired when I’m so excited to see you all dressed up for me?” you say, smirking at the blush that returns.

“Go home,” he says playfully.

“Alright, I’ll stop keeping you from your hard work.” Joel laughs and nods.

“Yeah, my hard work.”

Sucking in a breath, you turn to head back in the direction you’d come from, but Joel’s voice stops you before you get too far.

“Hey, if I’m gettin’ dressed up for you, you gonna dress up for me?”

You felt like you hallucinated the question, but when you turned to look at him, he was smiling, waiting for you answer.

“Of course, Joel,” you grin. “Just for you.”

He can’t get you out of his head as he sands the finished crib out in Tommy’s backyard, his brother rambling on about some carpentry class he’s starting for the town. He thinks about your smile, the unmistakable flirting that occurred earlier this morning. If he were a more confident man, he’d feel secure in knowing that whatever crush he had on you was reciprocated, but he knows it wouldn’t change anything.

“So?” Tommy asks, pulling Joel into the present.

“So what?” he says, wiping his brow.

“So will you teach a few classes?” Tommy asks, as though it wasn’t the first time he’d made the request. Joel sighs and shrugs. “It’ll keep you off patrol a couple days a week.”

“Should’a started with that.”

Tommy laughs at his brother and shakes his head.

“So what’s goin’ on with you two,” he asks and Joel gives him a warning look. “Look, way I see it, who else you gonna talk about it with?”

Joel sighs. Tommy’s right, Joel has no one else. Ellie is too young to confide in about this sort of thing, Maria still isn’t a big fan, and his only other friend in town is you.

“Nothin’s goin’ on,” he manages, setting the sander in his hand down so that he could take a swig of his beer. “Just like her is all.”

“She seems to like you too,” he says. “For whatever reason.”

Joel shoots his brother an unimpressed look, earning a chuckle.

“She’s got a boyfriend,” Joel explains. “A boyfriend her own age.”

“You ain’t a thirty-five year old, that’s for sure, but you ain’t too shabby. Plenty of women have tried to talk me and Maria into hookin’ them up with ya.”

“Yeah, well,” he shrugs. “Heart wants what it wants and all. Hand me the stain.”

Tommy obeys the command and grabs the wood stain on the table beside him before walking it over to his brother.

“What’s it about her? Besides the fact that she’s good lookin’?” he asks, unable to help himself. Joel successfully fights the smile trying to creep onto his face at the thought of you, choosing to shrug nonchalantly instead.

“She’s nice to people,” he says. “She’s smart. Quick. Got a good sense of humor. I don’t know.”

“She’s with—“

“I forget his name,” Joel sighs. “Will, I think. He’s a ranger.”

“Right, the one she came in with,” Tommy nods. “Not a bad lookin’ guy. He’s a good guy, too.” Joel gives him a flat glare. “Just bein’ honest.”

“Thank you for that,” Joel snarks.

“She happy with him?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does she look happy?”

“Enough that it doesn’t make sense dwellin’ on it,” he replies sharply, becoming agitated by the onslaught of question.

“Touchy,” Tommy teases with a grin. “I don’t know. Way she was lookin’ at you…makes me think maybe you got a chance.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles quietly enough to miss it. “Maybe.”

It only took about five orgasms to get him out of your mind, or as much out of your mind as Joel could get. You tried to imagine him standing at the foot of your bed, watching you as you touched yourself to the thought of him and him only. You tried to imagine him kneeling onto the mattress and crawling up until his face was between your thighs. You imagined his tongue, the way it would feel working over you instead of your fingers. In your head, he eats you like he’s been starved.

Has he? Has no one in town managed to work their way into his bed yet?

There were plenty of decent looking women in Jackson, especially by apocalypse standards where beauty isn’t as narrowly defined as it was before everything happened—something good that came from the world’s demise.

You close your legs at the thought of Joel with another woman, your sixth attempt at an orgasm ruined by your jealousy. Jealousy you had no right to feel, not when you had someone. Not when he had no one.

It’s four o’clock now. You’re dressed in the same outfit that you left the house in as you chop up some fruit and veggies for the party. Will is supposed to be doing the grilling when he gets home, but you’re not holding your breath on that.

Three knocks sound on your door as you place the fruit and veggies in the fridge. Your stomach fills with giddy anxiety at the thought of Joel on the other side of the door. With a breath of calm, you rush over to the door and open it, finding Joel and Ellie standing there, dressed as best as they could be dressed given the state of the world.

“Hey,” you greet them with a chirp, your eyes moving from Ellie’s sly smirk to Joel’s more nervous one. “You’re early.”

“Yeah, I just figured…wasn’t doin’ anything else. Might as well come help,” he shrugs before moving to open Ellie’s backpack as she wears it. “I, uh—we got you some gifts.”

You tell your smile to relax as he pulls a butcher paper covered rectangle from the bag first and then a bottle of whiskey.

“Somethin’ to read and somethin’ to drink,” he says as he hands over the gifts. You can’t hold back your grin any longer as you hold these tokens of friendship in your hand. It had been so long since someone gave you a gift on your birthday, it almost felt foreign.

Looking back up at him with wet eyes, you pout your bottom lip out in a touched smile. “You didn’t have to get me anything, but…thank you. Really, guys. This is very sweet.”

“I had nothing to do with it but I’ll gladly slap my name on it for Joel’s sake,” Ellie says, earning a playful elbow from her guardian.

With a laugh, you gesture inside of your home. “Come in. Make yourselves at home.”

“Is it okay if I do my homework in here before I come help?” Ellie asks as you pass by your living room.

“Go for it,” you say, mildly impressed by the fact that in a world where education has lost its value, Ellie is putting her homework first. Or perhaps she just didn’t want to be around you and Joel and this back and forth you two continued to play.

Joel waits in the kitchen as you fill a glass of water and deliver it to Ellie before returning with a nervous smile.

“So,” you say, finding him leaning back against the counter. His hair is still wet from a shower, and the thought of him naked and wet makes it hard to look directly at him.

“So,” he repeats. “How’d you spend your birthday?”

You try to hide the way embarrassment creeps into your eyes as you think up a way to avoid the truth.

“Just laid in bed,” you answer, not missing the way his brows twitch upwards in interest. “What about you? The crib come out okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods. “Just waitin’ on the stain to dry.”

There’s a moment of awkward silence as the two of you stand there, eyes locked on the floor rather than on each other until you both attempt to break the silence at the same time.

“So what do you need—“

“I guess we should start—“

You chuckle and Joel smiles before gesturing to you.

“I guess we can start setting up those tables I borrowed from the dining hall,” you say. Joel nods and follows you out back through the sliding glass door, his presence warm and inviting behind you. “They over in the shed if you wanna get to work on them while I clean off the grill?”

“Sure thing,” he says before obeying your command.

Having him here with you, helping you, existing with you, is intoxicating to the point of danger. You want him so bad that it makes you question your morality. You yearn for this to be everyday, to have him in the backyard with you, moving around you as the two of you handle your tasks in comfortable silence, but you know that he can’t.

He can’t because you already have someone you’re supposed to enjoy these things with, but you don’t. Will is too quick, too talkative, too…

You run out of reasons to not want him as much as you do.

Joel finds himself inside of your shed, his hands running over his face as he uses this moment of reprieve to reel himself back in.

He felt dizzy being here in your space, your house smelling exactly like you do. Like a real home.

He’s glad he brought Ellie along, otherwise he might’ve made of fool of himself by dropping to his knees and begging you to leave that boy you called a partner. He still nearly did when you accepted his gift with teary eyes. Before that moment, he was convinced the only tears he was capable of causing were ones of hurt, ones of pain. There was no pain in your eyes when you looked at him.

“You okay in here?” you ask, sneaking up behind him and standing in the doorway of the shed. Joel chuckled to cover up his startle and nods. You give him a suspicious smile and nod back before pointing behind him at the grill. “Will was supposed to have taken it out last night but I guess he didn’t.”

Joel shakes his head in disapproval. “Boys.”

“Aren’t you a boy?” you tease, tilting your head as the words spill out like warm honey. Joel shakes his head and you smirk. “No, you’re a man, Joel.”

Joel struggles to find his words as you walk in and brush past him to wheel out the grill, lightly swatting his hands as he attempts to take over.

“You might be a man, Joel. But I’m a woman,” you smirk. “A capable woman.”

“That you are,” he agrees, low and husky.

The party is over now, your guests all filtered out aside from Joel and Ellie. Will never made an appearance, leaving Josie to explain that he got goaded into working a shift at the bar tonight, and just like Will, he couldn’t say no. His absence hurt more than you thought it would, forcing you into silence as you stood at the sink washing the dishes while Joel dries them.

“He should’a showed,” Joel says after the silence becomes too much. You purse your lips into a sad smile and shrug as you look at him.

“It was just a silly party,” you argue for your own sake.

“No,” he shakes his head. “It was your party. He’s supposed to be here for shit like that.”

“Yeah, well—“ You remember something you were supposed to do as Will’s girlfriend that you didn’t this morning. “He’s probably still mad that I didn't give him any this morning.”

You can feel Joel tense at the subject.

“Sorry,” you say, realizing that while the two of you were good friends, you’d never spoken about sex before, even vaguely. “Too much information.”

“No, I just…” He seems to search for the right words as he wipes a plate clean. “Just think it ain’t okay to pout over somethin’ like that. ‘Specially when you probably gave him some action the night before.”

You give him a guilty look that makes him smile.

“No?” he asks and you shake your head.

“Haven’t in a while,” you say. “Just…haven’t been in the mood, I guess.”

Joel nods and looks away from you. You yearn to tell him why you haven’t been in the mood for your boyfriend in a while, but the possibility for rejection stops you.

“Any reason?” he asks after a beat, forcing your ears to heat.

“I don’t know,” you sigh. “Just…drifting apart, I guess.”

“Why don’t you end it?” You turn to him and find he’s already looking at you, his eyes flickering to your lips before locking on yours again.

“Scared,” you say, barely above a whisper.

“Of what?” he asks, matching your volume.

You look at him helplessly, as if he should know about the war going on in your head and in your heart. As if he should know that him being this close, his arm brushing against yours as he dries your dishes, makes you feel like you’re on fire from the inside out.

“Of not…having someone,” you manage. “Of being alone again.”

“You ain’t—“ He pauses, closing his eyes as though he were in pain, his jaw tensing before relaxing as he looked at you again. “You ain’t alone.”

You’re not sure what compels you to cross the fine line you’ve been balancing on for months now, but you find yourself clinging to his flannel, your lips pressed against his as though you were trying to merge into him for good. Joel’s hands find your hips once he realizes what’s happening, his lips taking back control. When his hand slides over the cotton of your one and only dress to cup your ass, you gasp into his mouth. Joel groans into it and moves his other hand to rest over your jaw.

All too suddenly, you’re grounded in reality when Ellie walks in with a question half spoken before she sees the two of you and utters an, “Oops, my bad.”

You and Joel pull away from each other, breathless and scared as you create space between your bodies by going back to your chore.

“El, why don’t you go on home? I’ll be there in a second.” Ellie wastes no time in obeying, grabbing her backpack and hurrying away from the scene as quickly as she could.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh once the two of you are alone. “I don’t know what came over me—“

“Shh,” he hushes, his hand guiding your face to turn to him, your eyes meeting his own. “Don’t apologize.”

“It was wrong,” you argue, voice small like a child. You can tell he didn’t believe you honestly cared about that.

“Do you regret it?” he asks, his eyes searching yours. You mean to nod your head but you find yourself shaking it instead. He smiles. “Good. I don’t regret it either.”

“No?” you ask, brows lacing together as you tried to read his mind.

“No, I…” he chuckles and shakes his head. “I’ve had a crush on you a long time now, darlin’.”

“You have?” He nods. “Will—“

“Shh,” he says, pinching your chin. “We don’t gotta talk about him. This can…be our secret. For now.”

“For now,” you repeat his words with a smile.

“I gotta get home so Ellie can make fun of me,” he says as he lets his thumb stroke over your cheek. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“I don’t,” you say, dizzied by his warmth.

“Does he?” You nod your head and try not to think of the man you’re betraying. “You wanna spend the day with me, then?”

“Doing what?” you ask in a giggle.

“Anything,” he says simply.

“Won’t people talk?”

“Why would they? We’re just friends for all they care,” he says, the smirk on his face bringing one to your own.

“Just friends, huh?” He nods. “Sure, Joel. I’d love to spend the day doing anything with you.”

Joel leans down, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing kiss that makes you whine against your best attempts not to.

“You gonna kiss me or not?” you ask with a smile, earning a chuckle.

“I’ll kiss you whenever you want me to.”

And he does.

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal smut #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x you #joel miller reader insert #joel miller smut #joel miller x y/n #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #just friends

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vickyyoon · 5 months

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You're mine

Genre: Angst but fluff?? (idk)

Paring: yandere!hyunjin fem!reader

Warning: kidnapping

Synopsis : hyunjin the boy who liked you since the first day he saw you finally found your adress

Pt-2 <-here

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You wake up in an unknown place, it was someone's bedroom you never been to, it was a girls room, the walls were pink with purple lights and stickers, there was a white dressing table with fairy lights around it.

You were sitting on the huge pink bed, where were you? The last thing you remember was throwing your trash in the curb at night because you forgot to throw out the trash.

You leave the room and head downstairs, a delicious scent wafted through the air but your eyes landed on the main door, the exit.

You could tell someone was in the kitchen even from the kitchen, the sounds on a spatula on a pan and the frying sound coming from nearby.

You tip toe hoping not to get caught by the person, your heart was thumping, you were so close to the door when a voice startles you.

" Woke up princess? Take a seat I -" he turned around to see you near the main door, his eyes widened and his brows furrowed.

" what are you doing near that door? You aren't supposed to go anywhere near that! Come back here!" but your hand was already twisting recklessly on the knob trying to get it open.

He grabbed your wrist. " What did I say? Sit down, this was your first and last warning!" he gritted through his teeth.

Who was he? Why did he kidnap you? What is his intention? You were too stunned to speak as he gripped your wrist and dragged you towards the table.

" who are you? Why did you bring me here!" you finally pick up your words and his head turns to you with a shocked expression.

" You don't remember me princess? It's me! Your hyunjin, that boy you saw everyday at school but never really cared about . I finally found your address!" he smirked.

Hyunjin!? That Shy, quiet and introverted boy who always sat at the back of the class? Why would he kidnap you?

" Why would you kidnap me?"

" Well isn't it obvious, I used to follow you around everywhere, I was head over heels in love with you but you were too blind!" he sat you down on the chair.

He suddenly started to feed you, " I can feed myself." you stated but he glared a piercing gaze at you and you silently ate.

After dinner he told you to wash up because you two were going to watch movies together in the living room.

As you entered your bathroom you found the lost shampoo your friend gifted you from Italy, the soap you lost the day you bought it and the towel you used for 7 years.

He's been gathering and stealing small things he thought you wouldn't notice from your house, how long has he been doing this? It was disturbing. You needed to leave this place anyhow.

After shower you saw him waiting for you with a bowl of popcorn.

" you take so long, hurry up I picked some good movies." he acted like you two were dating for years now. It was so weird.

Throughout the whole movies you two were watching you could catch him glancing at you, his arm over your shoulder, your back on his chest tilted, your head rested on his should and neck crotch, he smelled so nice like flowers, his body warmth was so comforting and his hands playing your hair, his touch was so soft. It felt so good, nothing's ever felt this good.

You planned on leaving quitely when he fell asleep but your plan seemed to backfire when you notice him staying awake for ungodly hours, when would he fall asleep? It looked like he'd been drinking coffee just to stay up this late and watch movies with you.

You found yourself almost falling asleep, " aren't you gonna go to bed? How do you stay up so late?" he smiled at you

For some reason his smile was so mesmerizing, in the dark room the tv's light painted his face and he looked so ethreal, he was always handsome but why hadn't you noticed earlier?

You found yourself staring at him for too long when he snapped you back out of it. " Is my baby sleepy? Com'on let's head to bed then" his voice was so soothing, it felt so comforting, something you've yearning your whole life to hear from someone.

You haven't realized how lonely you've been your whole life that even small things like this seem to overwhelm you but what were you thinking? He's literally kidnapped you!? You are really a freak.

When you got in to your bed you felt a warm presence beside you? " y-you're gonna sleep here?" as he looked back at you. " yeah but if you don't like it I can go sleep in my room."

" I-it's fine" what the hell were you saying? You wanted him to sleep with you now? " really? If you say so then, you would have to get used to it anyways. " he inched closer to you, pulling you closer by your waist, placing your leg over his thigh and your head to his chest.

You were too stunned to say anything but it felt so good for some reason, usually small and constant noises woke you up and kept you awake but his heartbeat thumping every now and then suddenly had you falling asleep so much faster and it was so much more relaxing than you would ever expect it to feel.

You used to stay awake all night tossing and turning when all you needed was this, someone to cuddle with and share warmth with and you instantly fell asleep with him running his fingers through your hair, all your stress loosening with each stoke of touch.

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Part 2???

#Hyunjin #yandere idol #kpop #stray kids hyunjin #Hwang hyunjin #Skz #Straykids #skz hyunjin #hyunjin drabbles #hyunjin x reader

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sanscat0414 · 3 months

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Sideline 1

Hawks x Timid Reader

Scenario: Hawks loses his memories after a villlan fight leading to head trauma. His sidekick was all the more ready to take your place as his girlfriend. She fed him lies to make Hawks hate you. Will he remember you or will you remain a thorn in his eyes.

Masterlist

It had been 2 months since Hawks was hospitalized after a long stressful fight. Each day you pray he would wake up.

You were there every possible moment waiting and hoping for the day he woken up. You had to work but You would stay by his side up until visiting hours where over. You would come home to your small little apartment crying wanting to have him back. You missed his warmth and you miss all those silly moments you had together.

You immediately rushed over to the hospital once your business trip was over to check on him. When you opened the door you saw him with his side kick, Vivian, the Shadow hero. Vivian was straddling Hawks and they were flirting with one another. You were grateful that he was finally awake but heartbroken seeing him with another woman.

“Hawks?” You asked trying to hide your broken heart.

“That’s the woman I was telling you about. Always trying to tear us apart.” Vivian said.

“What are you talking about I’m-“

“Don’t act all confused now! You weee always budding in like a crazy Fan and you always harassed me! Saying mean things about my body and coming on to Hawks like a creep!” She said.

She win an Oscar if she was an actress with all her crocodile tears. That wasn’t that part that make you hurt. What made you stop and broken was the look in Hawks eyes. No longer was the loving stares he gave you, there was only hate in his eyes.

He gave you the coldest stare you ever seen and sternly said “Get out. Look I don’t know what your problem is but stay away form my girl friend and Me.”

“Wait Hawks but we ar-“

“I don’t want to hear your delusions, please leave before I call security.”

He wouldn’t listen to you. You had no choice but to leave the room. You figured by now that Hawks didn’t remember you. You look back through the small window of the door. Hawks was happy, staring lovingly toward Vivian. You left crying running home. You tried everyday to see Hawks but the staff inform you he didn’t want to see you. They looks at you with pity knowing that you cared for him deeply despite them not knowing your relationship with him other than you were on his emergency contacts.

Once he was out you went to his agency to try to reason with him. He never listened brushing you aside like you were nothing but trash to him. Vivian did her best to keep you or any memory of you from surfacing, going so far to go into his office to remove any trace of you. Hawks even told the secretary to not let you in after 3-4 times you ended up there.

After a while you gave up, Hawks didn’t want anything to do with you. You lost hope that Hawks would ever love you again. Night after night you cried and wake up from nightmares only to wake up to another nightmare. One which Hawks despise you, one that Hawks was no longer your man, no longer look at you with love, no longer Hawks even look at you. You wake up looking up hoping you catch a glance at him only for you to see nothing.

You were walking home when you came across Tokoyami. Tokoyami wasn’t that close to you but Hawks sometimes brought Tokoyami along to have lunch or dinner so you two were really well acquainted.

“Oh Hi Tsukuyomi. It’s been a while how are you?” You asked putting up the best smile you can.

“Fine. I noticed you and Hawks are not talking. Did something happen?”

You couldn’t hold yourself back from crying. You could barely even tell him the whole truth. He guiding you to away form the crowded streets and held you as cry on his shoulders. Once you calmed down you told him what happened, how Hawks hates you and refuses to speak to you.

“… he won’t listen to me. Hawks doesn’t believe me. I been sidelined by Vivian…”

“You shouldn’t give up. You love him don’t you?”

“OF COURSE I DO! But what can I do? He’s happy with her, He hates me. I can’t even get a word in before he pushes me away! I can’t… I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what to do Toki. I don’t….” You said.

“There you are.” You and Tokoyami heard.

You both look up to see Hawks. You immediately tried to hide yourself behind Tokoyami.

“Why are you here? Are you bothering my intern now?” Hawks said annoyed as soon as he saw you.

Tokoyami look back at you as you held on to his cap. You shook your head as if to tell him not to say a word.

“No, she’s not bothering me Hawks. She’s a friend of mine. I was helping her with something.”

“Oh. Well we should continue your patrols. I wanna ask if you want to have lunch with me Viv is gonna be there too.”

You flinched a bit hearing him call Vivian by a nickname so lovingly. You kept silent. Tokoyami declined and said he was going to escort you home the continue work. You can’t do anything but watch as he leaves you and Tokoyami. As he lifted you couldn’t help but try to reach out only to pull your hand back as you watch. Once you were home you laid on your couch scrolling through all your photos. Hawks smiling with you on your date to the amusement park, he was in disguise but it was a funny picture with a fake mustache. You smile at all your memories but you tears continue to fall as you remember your nothing to him now.

You can only watch him soar from the sideline.

Part 2

#bnha hawks #keigo #keigo takami #wing hero hawks #hawks x reader mha #bnha hawks x reader #hawks fluff #hawks mha #bnha keigo #hawks x yn #hawks angst #angst to fluff #angst to comfort

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marner2tavares · 2 years

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in sickness and in health

Trevor Zegras x Reader

0.8k words

warnings: vomiting, sick reader

It was pitch black outside as you opened your eyes. Immediately, something felt off. You pried yourself out of the warmth of your boyfriend, Trevor’s arms and padded across the cold floor to the trash can that sat in the corner of the room. You brought it over to the bedside and got back into bed. Good thing you brought it over, because less than a few minutes later, you were reaching for it.

You threw your head into the trash can at your bedside. You didn’t want to wake up Trevor, but there wasn’t exactly a quiet way to do this. You felt Trevor sit up as you continued to get sick.

“Babe, are you okay?” That made you roll your eyes.

“Yes, Trevor. I’m totally fine-” You lurched forward again and felt Trevor sit up fully, his hand gently landing on your back. After you finished what felt like at least 15 minutes later, you leaned back into Trevor.

“I’m sorry. I know how much you hate it.” There was a pause. “Do you know why you’re sick? You didn’t drink that much last night. You aren’t pregnant, are you?” You reached over for your phone but ended up with Trevor’s in your hand. You clicked the button and saw that it was only 4 in the morning. You groaned and put his phone down as you started to get out of bed.

“Hey, woah, where are you going?” Trevor asked, putting his hand on your upper arms. You shook him off and continued.

“I want to brush my teeth.” You said as you picked up the trash can.

“I’ll come with you.” He said, flipping back the covers.

“You don’t have to. It’s really late and you have practice tomorrow.” He politely ignored your suggestion and followed you out of your bedroom anyways.

When you made it to the bathroom you emptied the trash can and brushed your teeth before getting a glass of water, taking a few sips, and going back to bed.

Once back in bed, Trevor tried to stay up and keep you company while your stomach hurt too much to sleep, but he ended up falling asleep, and you couldn’t blame him. It was nearly 5:00 in the morning at this point.

The cycle would repeat two more times before 7.

Around 11am, you woke up to a brush of hair off your forehead. You opened your eyes to see Trevor standing above you, dressed to go to practice. He smoothed over your hair and left his hand there for a few seconds.

“Do you want me to call someone to come hang out with you?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I’ll probably just sleep the whole time anyways.” Trevor forced a smile. It killed him to see you like this. He was so used to the fun, lively person he got the pleasure of spending time with everyday that he was home, so to see you bedridden was hard for both of you.

He smoothed over your hair one last time before kissing two of his fingers and pressing them to your forehead.

“It’ll only be a few hours. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You nodded and rolled back over, curling up into the blankets and trying to fall back to sleep.

By the time you had slept through a few movies on and off and, for good measure, got sick some more, Trevor was back from the rink and more than ready to play doctor. He walked into your bedroom with a bottle of Sprite and a bottle of Gatorade. As he set them on the nightstand, you rolled over to meet the sympathetic smile of your boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, Trev.” He cocked his head to the side for a second.

“What are you sorry for?” He sat down on the edge of the bed and opened your gatorade to you before handing it off.

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me. I know it’s not what you signed up for when you asked me to stay over.” He let out a huff of a laugh.

“In sickness and in health, babe.” He said with a shrug and a smile of his face.

“We aren’t married, Trevor.” He placed his hand on your hip and softly ran it up and down the curve of your body.

“Yeah, not yet.” You turned to him with a small smile on your face.

“Yet?” You mused. He laughed and dropped his head before sending a wink your way.

“I have plans, baby, trust me.” You gave him a small smile before letting your head hit the pillow again.

“Come lay with me?” You reached a hand out for him. Trevor walked around the other side of the bed and started to get in.

“Yeah, of course. Just don’t breathe on me.” He joked as he slipped into bed behind you. You hit his hip, which made him laugh. He kissed the back of your head.

“I love you, baby.” You squeezed his hand in return.

“I love you too, Z.”

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #hockey imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl fanfiction

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ghostxrose · 1 month

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Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentionally triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main chacter no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

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Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

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luna-is-lost · 3 months

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UNDERWELCOMED

Part 12

Sans POV:

“Umm… S-Sans?” My brother shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. “what’s up?” He looked more nervous as I spoke… Why though… Did I do something wrong… did he forget something or… someone… “W-Well, I Was… Wondering… uh… Where Did We… umm… Live? Like B-Before Here?… “…” “…” I could feel the corners of my mouth tilt down as I spoke. Subconsciously trying to keep my chill, laidback demeanor. “why’s it matter? someone talkin’ about it?” He wrung his hands as he avoided my eyes. “Uhh… Well No… I Was J-Just Wondering,” his voice lost volume as he spoke, “ Because… I… ummm… N-Never mind… It’s Not I-Important…. Sorry…” “paps, i… i’m sorry, didn’t mean it like ‘that’.” “It’s Fine… I Just… thought maybe I would remember something if I learned about the past…” He quieted to an almost whisper… I dislike the thought of telling Papyrus more of our years of captivity… but he… he deserves the truth… Plus, it’s worth it for him to remember. How could I describe what it was like to him, though? He’s always seen things differently than me… Maybe I could…” heya, bro” He looked at me hopefully. “ Yes, Sans?” “why don’t i show you” “Really?!” He smiled, though it looked slightly painful. “yeah, no skin off my bones” I shot him a joking smile and he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. I tell him to hold on tight and teleport us… home.

☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ POV

There’s a zap of… magic! That can’t possibly be right, everyone’s gone! They all left after the player gave up… SO WHO WAS THAT?! Moving forward, I think they’re walking through Snowdin. Is that….

“here we are, home. this is snowdin.” “Wowie… It’s… Beautiful!” “yeah” “Sans, Look, I R-Remember That, That’s T-The Inn! The Nice Inn Keeper U-Used To Give M-Me Lollipops And Pats O-On The Head!” “that’s right, pap, i’m glad you remembered. let’s looks around, then we should go the the house.” “Sounds G-Good!”

… IT’S THEM?! THE SMILING TRASH BAG AND HIS IDIOT BROTHER?! Why are they here? Shouldn’t they be all happy and adventurous on the surface? WHERE THEY WON’T BE ANNOYING?! …And why is Papyrus being shown around Snowdin by his brother? I know he’s easily fooled, but he isn’t stupid… Unless…

heheheheh!

This’ll be SO much fun!

Sans POV:

Papyrus has been looking around Snowdin for about 45 minutes. It’s kinda weird to see him so enticed by things we’ve seen everyday for [] years… “Wowie, Sans! T-There’s So Much Stuff T-To Explore!” “yep” “Umm… C-Could We Look A-At Our Old House?” “yeah, of course bro.” Our house was only about a minute or so away… probably not enough to convince pap to let me take a short-cut, and I shouldn’t leave him by himself for now. “S-Sans, Did We Really Live Here?” He asks with tear in his eye sockets as soon as he sees the house. “yeah, go and check it out, all of our stuff is still there, haven’t been able to move in to the surface yet.” “A-Alright!” He swiftly opens the door and cautiously peaks inside before deciding it was safe and walking in. I’d be lying if I said being here didn’t make me feel better… At least we were safe… A shudder runs down my spine as I think, ‘were we ever truly safe with the possibility of a genocidal human falling down here without warning?’. I can’t help but feel almost envious that Papyrus still has that unending, undeniable sense of optimism. To find the good in the bad… I think that’s a bit too philosophical for me. Pap is curiously eyeing the impracticality of the sink’s height. I can help but feel almost normal as he looks around. “heya, once you’re done exploring down here, how about you look at your old room.” “Do Y-You Think I’ll R-Remember Something F-From Digging Through My-My Past?” “it’s a good a shot as any…” “O-Okay, Brother!” He drags me up the stairs like he’s done it a thousand times, and he has, he just doesn’t remember.

☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ POV

“Hehehehe!” The skeletons are busy looking around together, but sooner or later Smily will be gone and I can ‘help’ poor, credulous Papyrus! Out of the ‘goodness of my heart’ and all… “Sans! L-Look At T-Those Action Figures!” “i know, pretty cool right.” “Sans?” “yeah?” The lazy one yawns. “You L-Look R-Really Tired, Would You Like To N-Nap For A Bit? It’s like Papyrus can read my mind! Ha! This is going WAY better than expected! “yeah…” he unceremoniously lies on Papyrus’s bed and is out like a light. Leaving poor Papyrus to his own devices. I’ve never liked Snowdin all too well, the Earth is rather tough… Oh well, this is to PERFECT of an opportunity to pass up!

Papyrus’s POV:

A light knocking sound rings through the silent house, starting me as my brother rests peacefully. Sprinting down the stairs with more energy than the core itself… the core? Where in the underground did that come from… AM I REMEMBERING THINGS?!

That aside I open the door to see a small ✡︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎. “H-Hello… uh How C-Can I Help You?” It smiles a bit too wide before answering. “Howdy, Papyrus, I’m your best friend, ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎! Don’t you remember me?” I feel really guilty… “N-No, I uhh I Don’t, S-Sorry Friend…” He looks very disappointed… I’m a bad friend… “Oh… that’s so sad… you left me all alone and then forgot about me? I thought we were friends, Papyrus… I guess I should just leave-“ “-! Wait, W-We Can Still Be F-Friends! P-Please?” “Really?” ,His smile returns slightly, “ I think that’s a wonderful idea, we should hangout right now! I can even remind you of the past… Wouldn’t you like that?” I shift uncomfortably. Sans would NOT like me going with a stranger while he isn’t around, even if they claim to be my best friend… I’m not that gullible, and wouldn’t someone try to manipulate a monster you can barely remember their own name… I can only trust Undyne and Sans… Right? I mean… they didn’t really tell me much of my past… Sans seemed almost avoidant of it when I first asked. Still, this is dangerous, especially if ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ is working with the humans… IS THIS A TRAP! “Papyrus, I don’t have all day… don’t you want to spend time with me? I AM your best friend after all. Unless, you don’t trust me… “ W-Well, uh Friend, I F-Feel It Would Be A Poor Decision To Go With Someone Down Here Without Sans Knowing, Especially If I Don’t Know Or Remember Them…” “S-so we aren’t friends anymore…?” He sniffs before dropping sadly… I’m an awful friend, how could I betray someone like that… He’s been nothing but kind to me, and I can’t say that about many people… He also said he was alone, so… “W-Wait! I’m S-Sorry ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ Please D-Don’t Go, If You Let Me Tell Sans B-Before We Go, Then It’ll Probably Be O-Okay!” He turns his head back up to look at me. “Friend… Sans doesn’t WANT you to remember, Why do you think he fell asleep when you wanted to keep looking around?”,How did he…,”He wants you to be easily confused and manipulated, they only saved you so you couldn’t give the humans information.” How does he know all of this… why do his words bother me so much? Have I always doubted that people love and want to protect me?… If so… “ A-Alright, I’ll Go With Y-You, But I N-Need To Be Home B-Before Sans Wakes U-Up.” “Okay, Papyrus! I’m so glad you chose to hang out with me! Follow me!” “O-Of Course, My F-Friend!”

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Sans POV:

Something’s wrong. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, but I know something is wrong. “papyrus?” …silence… Papyrus isn’t in the room. Opening my eyes and half falling out of bed, I quickly realize… he isn’t even in the house. Taking a quick glance at the clock it tells me I’ve been asleep for almost 2 hours… That’s bad… How long has he been gone?!

“pap?!” I shout around Snowdin, teleporting or walking anywhere my brother could have run off to… I just hope he isn’t lost in the forest… That thing goes on forever… “papyrus?!” The world echos back his name, but nobody answers. …A painful scream shatters the world’s silence… “Papyrus?!” A vine throws my brother 10 feet in front of me. He opens his eyes blearily and begins to mumble. “papyrus?! what happened, where did you go?!” He struggles to breathe as I crouch in front of him. “S-Sans…-“ An awful cough interrupts him, “I… R-Remember… E-E-Everything…” He promptly passes out, leaving me to wonder what happened… “Heheheh! Hahaha! AHAHAHAHAH!!”…

FLOWEY?!

…Chapter 13 coming soon-ish…

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Mermaid’s Tale (Drabble)

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/n has another one of her schemes underway, one which may include a scaly tale and a surprised Chris

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

What else do you do when your husband is at work? Buy one of those latex mermaid tails off amazon. It was the perfect plan.

As soon as Chris left for the company with his goodbye kiss, I perched myself onto the couch, laptop in tow. I remember seeing someone on Tiktok getting one and having a blast, so why couldn’t I?

Scrolling through the site none of the tails had caught my eye, until I saw a lovely royal blue mermaid tail jumping out at me. The ends of the tail itself detailed intricately, five star reviews all around with people even saying they had bought more in different colours. My eyes widening when it said it would be delivered tomorrow, a smile deepening itself onto my face.

The rest of the day had passed slowly, with me counting down the minutes until Chris was home from work. Yeah he made it a thing to text me at least once every hour to check on me, but it wasn’t the same. My man in my eyes was absolutely perfect down to a T, hell even the way he got angry could make me hot and bothered.

“Bunny? Where are ya? i’m home!” I heard a voice call out from the front door interrupting my train of thought, feeling like a puppy as I ran to greet him. His arms engulfing me into a hug, his sweaty cologne scent filling my nose as he kissed my head gently, his arms swaying us from side to side.

“I missed ya today” He whispered squeezing me even tighter, backing us up further into the house until we reached the staircase a few metres away.

“You said that yesterday” I laughed pulling away, his tired eyes smiling down at me, his hands caressing the apples of my cheeks tenderly.

“Cus I miss ya everyday bunny” Bending down he pressed his lips to both of my cheeks, a pout on my lips when he pulled away

“Oh my how could I forget” He jokingly said watching me furrow my brows in frustration, his lips crashing down onto mine. His lips opening mine skilfully, his tongue sliding in with mine.

“Are you hungry? There’s spaghetti in the microwave for you” My fingers played with the chain around his neck waiting for his answers,

“Nah it’s okay baby, i’d rather jus' stay in bed with you tonight. After I shower of course”

“Yeah cause you stink Chrissy, no offence” I said dramatically walking up the stairs warily knowing he was going to start chasing me, and within seconds we had started a sprint towards our bedroom, with me catapulting myself into our bed and under the blankets.

“Oh yeah keep hidin, after I shower you’re so gettin it bun” He said as I heard him gathering his stuff from drawers, the sound of the bathroom door closing echoing through the room. Turning onto my side I looked at the clock to see it had just turned 8PM yet I felt so tired out for some reason. Taking Chris' spare pillow, I hugged onto it and felt the heaviness weigh down on my eyes.

(Time Skip)

(Y/n's P.O.V)

I felt a soft hand run up and down my stomach rhythmically, my body feeling all warm and cozy thanks to Chris. Slowly looking around to him, I saw him smile at me smugly, leaning in to kiss my lips. “You alright?” I asked

“Better than alright, now go ahead n’ sleep baby. I’ll be here when you wake up”

Nodding my head half asleep, I turned back around my cuddled back into his pillow, feeling Chris spoon me from behind.

(The Next Morning)

Getting up bright and early at 7AM, was a surprise, especially for me. I hd decided to let Chris sleep in knowing how tired he was from work yesterday, excitement creeping up my bones when I remembered that my mermaid tail was arriving today.

Hearing the doorbell ring sharply at 8am was my calling, signing for it, and bringing it into the living room I quickly opened the gigantic cardboard box it had come in. Dodger wagging his tail beside me as he also anticipated it, or maybe he remembered that I said we would go in the pool today?

Dragging it out I saw the full size of the tail, it’s weight and make showing extremely good quality, no wonder it got hundreds of good reviews. Unable to hold myself any longer I got into bikini underwear, walking outside with my new tail and matching shell bra. Putting on the blue bra first, I sat down and carefully tugged on the tail before securing it around my waist.

Dodger not wasting any time in getting into the pool and splashing about.

“Okay Dodge here I go buddy” I said dropping myself into the pool, the tail weighing me down but not in a bad way. Pulling myself to the edge of the pool, I decided to try and swim to the other side and see how it goes. So on a count of three I was off, flipping the tail as I manoeuvred myself across the pool with ease, sure it tired the hell out of my core and legs but it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. Again and again I swam lengths with the tail, only stopping when I heard Chris calling out for me from the glass doors of our house.

“Babe what’re ya doin in the pool this early?” He asked with a bright smile on his face, with nothing but a pair of swim shorts on, his bed hair still rocking his head.

He walked over and bent down to the edge of the pool, caught in surprise when I leant up and kissed him cheekily. His hand coming up to rub my head softly.

“Chris look, you gotta see this” I squealed throwing myself backwards to show off my newly acquired taste for scales, his face dropping in shock as be watched me swim back over to him.

“Wh- When- Ya know what never-mind, I love it baby. Got me my own siren huh?”

“Mhm, gonna sing to seduce you n everything”

“Oh baby you know I love you, but you know you can’t sing” He joked coming into the pool beside me,

“Plus if you wanna seduce me, all ya gotta do is this” He said with his hand reaching up to my face and pulling my pouting lips up into a smile, “oh and this” He joked, his hand coming up behind me to unclip my bra and steal it from me.

“You’re so annoying”

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magnificenteggsfarmpeanut · 10 months

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Sasuke x Naruto Priest AU

"Sasuke, you are the one person who can offer us help," Sai implored earnestly, the echoes of the church bells vibrating around them. Both he and Ino stood before Sasuke, bowing slightly as they pleaded for his assistance. The mass had concluded, and the congregation was now departing, leaving Sasuke alone with the two individuals. Ino's voice carried the same sincerity, her words pure and genuine as she joined Sai in their plea for aid.

"Please, we beg you to help our friend," Sai earnestly implored, his voice tinged with roughness and worry. "He's been in a state of distress for months, and we can't fathom what's happening to him. We don't know where else to turn."

Sasuke, driven by his pursuit of righteousness, couldn't ignore the genuine concern in their voices. He let out a soft breath before nodding in agreement. "Tell me more about it as we go," he said gently.

Upon reaching Naruto's house, a silent and empty atmosphere greeted them. Sai and Ino appeared visibly scared as they faced Sasuke, fidgeting nervously. Ino mumbled about their love for Naruto as a friend, but expressed uncertainty about entering the house due to his altered behavior. Observing the trembling Sai and the surroundings, Sasuke remained composed and resolved. "I'll handle this on my own," he assured them, and they exchanged glances before trusting in his reputation to save their friend.

"Is there something we could help here?" Ino mumbled, "We love Naruto as our friend but I don't think we can enter since he's… he's acting different from the friend that we once knew."

Observing Sai and Ino, Sasuke then glanced at the wooden door of the house. Surrounded by trees and with dry leaves scattered on the ground, the chilly breeze swept through the air, causing Sai to tremble visibly. It was evident that Sai was deeply afraid of something. Sasuke's gaze remained composed as he pressed his lips together, preparing himself for the task ahead.

"I can manage it alone." He stated, and he saw the two look at each other, "Leave it to me."

"If you're no one, we would have said that you don't understand anything. Naruto, our friend, he's possessed and he's acting… odd in many ways. But since you have the reputation, we can depend on you to save our friend. Please, please do something to save Naruto."

"I will."

With determination, Sasuke entered the house, taking note of the slight mess in the living room – broken vases and uncleaned trash. It was evident that Naruto had been alone here for days. From the looks of it, the place wasn't taken care of due to the slight mess in the living room. There are broken vases around the corners, and some trash that hasn't been cleaned yet. The living room is certainly messy but it's manageable nonetheless. If what Sai stated is accurate, Naruto's been alone in this house for days. They would visit everyday for a while to make Naruto eat something but it is an understatement that the house is in this state.

Following Sai and Ino's instructions, Sasuke ascended the stairs until he stood before Naruto's room. Preparing himself, he whispered a silent prayer before turning the doorknob, hoping to bring light to Naruto's troubled soul and find the strength to help his friend. Sasuke quietly uttered to himself, "May the light cleanse this soul. Grant me the strength I need." With those whispered words, he turned the doorknob and entered Naruto's room.

The door creaked open, revealing the man whom Sai and Ino had been referring to. Sitting alone on the edge of the bed with crossed legs, the man appeared amused as he gazed at Sasuke. Taking a brief pause, Sasuke sighed calmly, gathering his resolve. Once inside the room, the door closed, leaving the two of them isolated. Sasuke made sure to lock the door, ensuring the effectiveness of the upcoming exorcism. The click of the lock shattered the fragile silence that enveloped them.

Inside the room, an icy atmosphere envelopes Sasuke, causing a slight shiver even beneath his thick, black priest robe, typically donned for exorcism rituals. The room's reddish light flickers, hinting at an imminent outage. Sasuke surveys his surroundings, noting the minimalistic nature of the space – white walls, a black carpet, and not much else. Apart from the large bed, the room remains devoid of any significant objects. The sheets on the bed are a vibrant blue satin, providing a sharp contrast against the possessed man's pale skin.

The sight before Sasuke suggests that this place held significant importance for the person in question, a sacred haven of sorts. Amusement flickers in Sasuke's expression as he stands, maintaining a cautious distance from the individual in need of an exorcism. The man, clad in blue half-unbuttoned long sleeves, emits an enticing aura with his intense, alluring gaze. Sasuke recognizes the telltale signs of possession—the strong spiritual entities dwelling within this body. His suspicions are confirmed as he realizes the identity of the possessed individual—Uzumaki Naruto. They're almost the same age. Sasuke's exceptional skills in the field of priesthood led him to enter this calling earlier than most. Beyond being a priest, he embraced the role of an exorcist. Whenever mysterious and otherworldly entities became a concern in the town, people knew they could rely on him. He always willingly offered his assistance; it was his true calling, and his heart yearned to help those in need. His purpose, it seemed, was to spread holiness and bring peace to those troubled by malevolent forces.

Sasuke casts a brief glance at the person sitting on the bed. Based on Shirase's account, Naruto's possession began after he visited Kagerō mountain last month. It was intended to be a simple trip, during which Naruto sought out a shrine on the mountain, hoping to have his prayers answered by the gods. However, after that visit, peculiar occurrences started plaguing Naruto's life. Ino explained, after returning to Kumogakure, Naruto would frequently break into sweats in the middle of the night, accompanied by agonizing screams as if in pain. This torment continued for weeks, with Naruto displaying abnormal behavior and uttering strange words. The house itself witnessed paranormal activities during these episodes. Sai and Ino grew increasingly frightened by their friend's state, leading them to distance themselves from Naruto in the hopes that he would recover. Unfortunately, Naruto remained uncontrollable, and they had no choice but to leave him alone in the house until he improved.

Sasuke hears the raspy voice emanating from the man on the bed. It's breathy and low, questioning, "What are you doing here? I don't appreciate visitors."

Even Naruto's voice sounds peculiar, and he seems to be breathing heavily as he speaks. Sasuke notices his messy and disheveled black hair framing his face, and he observes the man fidgeting. Suspecting that Naruto might be experiencing pain at the moment, Sasuke decides to proceed with caution, carefully observing all of his movements. He understands the importance of taking things slowly to assess the capabilities of the entities residing within Naruto's body.

Sasuke gazes steadily at the man before him and inquires, "Who are you, and what is your purpose in choosing this young man's body as your vessel?" and the light flickers again.

Naruto's lips form a subtle smirk, and his half-lidded eyes lock onto the priest's gaze. The mesmerizing pair of eyes, a captivating blend of red and blue, holds Sasuke's attention. The forbidden treasures within those eyes evoke a feeling akin to the coldness of the ocean and the warmth of a fire, captivating him for a brief moment. The beauty of Naruto's eyes leaves him preoccupied, momentarily lost in their allure.

"You mean, this body…?" Naruto leans in slightly, tilting his head to the side, and whispers provocatively. He sensually licks his lower lip and begins to unbutton the remaining buttons of his pink sleeve, alluringly drawing Sasuke's attention further. "...father?"

With an emphasis on the last word, Naruto continues to display enjoyment in his actions. Despite the enticing display, Sasuke remains resolute and unaffected. He stands unwavering, holding his composure. His gaze remains impassive as he firmly repeats his question, "I'll repeat, who are you, and why did you possess him?"

Naruto let out a chuckle as he finally completed unbuttoning his shirt. From where Sasuke stood, he could discern the presence of small scars on the man's delicate skin, while his well-toned abdomen exuded a sinfully perfect appearance—slim yet muscular and irresistibly smooth. Sasuke's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing gradually, before he deliberately averted his gaze.

"Your questions are meaningless. But what's your plan?" Naruto taunts with a mocking tone, his gaze locked deeply onto Sasuke. "Exorcise me? Please, spare me the laughter. Humans are feeble, and even you can't hide that weakness. Don't you dare mess with me." Naruto smirks, causing Sasuke's eyes to narrow in response. Suddenly, Naruto halts, as if a realization dawns upon him. He inhales sharply, and his wet lower lip is tantalizingly licked, adding a seductive element to the atmosphere.

"—Oops. I mean, yes. You can undoubtedly fuck me, father."

Naruto whispered those words, a small smirk gracing his lips, Sasuke found himself silently praying for stronger self-control. He reminded himself to walk the path of righteousness, to keep his focus on the glory of light. By doing so, he hoped to resist the allure of temptation, to protect himself from the captivating trap that Naruto's seduction posed.

The room's atmosphere undergoes a gradual shift, transitioning from cold chills to a slowly rising warmth. Despite the sudden change, Sasuke maintains his composure, staying calm amid the shifting ambiance. However, the silence and the growing warmth begin to suffocate him, making the room feel smaller, as if he were trapped within an invisible dungeon. Naruto's seductive smile adds to Sasuke's impatience, but he manages to keep his emotions in check. Looking at the redhead expressionlessly, Sasuke issues a commanding statement, "I order you to leave that man's body." A moment of silence ensues, only to be broken by Naruto's amused chuckle. He teasingly responds, "If the demons depart from my body, will you take their place and enter me instead?"

Sasuke's jaw clenches as he realizes that the demons inside Naruto's body won't be so easily compelled to leave. He had hoped for a more straightforward resolution, but it becomes evident that the entities within Naruto are powerful and unyielding. The situation is truly distressing, and he empathizes with the difficulty Naruto must be facing, being possessed against his will. Helping Naruto break free from this possession becomes Sasuke's utmost priority. He had initially attempted a gentle approach to handle the situation with consideration, but it seems that a different tactic is now required. If the soft approach proves ineffective, then Sasuke knows he must find another way to confront the formidable demons and liberate Naruto from their grasp.

Sasuke lets out a thin exhale, steeling himself against the daunting atmosphere that surrounds them. Despite the intimidation, he begins to move, taking deliberate steps toward the bed where Naruto is seated. The intense gaze from the redhead reflects challenge, thirst, and an inexplicable sense of anticipation. Even just a glance from Naruto causes a sudden shift inside Sasuke's stomach, testing his patience. He prides himself on his ability to remain composed, but this demon's presence is dangerously pushing him towards losing control.

"See? You, like any other human being, succumb to weakness when your desires control you—" Naruto's words are cutted when Sasuke stops in front of him, reaches his hand, before tilting his chin up with a burning touch. Unknowingly, a moan escapes from his lips and Sasuke's eyes narrow again upon hearing Naruto's perverted voice.

Sasuke's eyes darkened while looking down at the demon whose eyes are staring back at him. With a deep and almost inaudible voice, he whispered, "You speak too much for a mere demon,"

"Why don't you try and make me shut my mouth up, then?" Naruto fires back, his defiance evident in his tone.

"You don't want to test me," Sasuke calmly murmured, his low voice a counterbalance to the charged atmosphere in the room. The intense sexual tension between them creates a challenging struggle.

Naruto's mocking gaze doesn't waver as he retorts, "Oh? What will you do? Punish me like your disobedient pet?" He adds a taunting twist, addressing Sasuke as "father."

Sasuke lets out a heavy exhale as he feels Naruto's chin on his finger, sensing the vulnerability and fragility in the man's touch. Despite the temptation of Naruto's skin against his finger, Sasuke remains focused and composed. He stares unwaveringly at Naruto, lips pressed together in concentration as he recites a small prayer within his mind. He reminds himself that it is the devil's nature to deceive, and Naruto is no exception. Every gesture, every word is a part of the enemy's deception, aimed at breaking him down later on. As a priest, Sasuke must resist the demon's seduction and stay on the path of righteousness.

Naruto's words challenge Sasuke's resolve, testing his self-control. "If you insist on holding my chin, then at least occupy my mouth," Naruto provocatively taunts.

"What a mischievous demon," Sasuke responds with a mix of firmness and intensity. Bending slightly, he tightens his grip on Naruto's chin, their faces drawing even closer. Naruto's eyes betray an unfamiliar desperation as they lock onto Sasuke's. Closing the distance further, their lips nearly brush against each other. The proximity is almost too much to bear. "This is your final warning," Sasuke declares with resolve, his voice low and commanding. "This is my last warning."

There's a beat of silence. Naruto looks at him with hunger, "Damn, you're fucking hot."

Upon hearing Naruto's provocations, Sasuke lets out a gentle sigh. In the world of exorcism, there are conventional, gentle methods to defeat demons, and then there are forbidden, more drastic ways. Most priests opt for the softer approach, dealing with weaker demons. However, the situation with Naruto is pushing Sasuke to the brink, and he feels compelled to resort to the forbidden method—there seems to be no other choice. The thin thread of control holding Sasuke back is close to snapping. He knows he must do whatever it takes to ensure the demons within Naruto burn in hell. His determination is driven by his sincere desire to help Naruto. The forbidden path may be rough, but he is willing to walk it if it means saving Naruto from this possession.

"I've been patient."

Without any hesitation, Sasuke pushed the redhead down the bed and pinned him down before pulling his cincture belt to tie both of Naruto's wrists together and restrain him inevitably. A small gasp escapes from the demon's lips from what the priest did. Sasuke used his hands to keep Naruto's wrists above his head, restraining him from any movements hopelessly.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Naruto muttered breathlessly. Sasuke didn't respond for a moment.

As a priest, it's his responsibility to share righteousness but as an exorcist, he must be rough. Right now, he's an exorcist, and being an exorcist means doing one thing to free people from the demon's grasp. It is a forbidden method that he has never used before, but it will certainly save Naruto from this inhumane possession. If he can't exercise the devil the hard way, he'll do the other method that will absolutely defeat this entity. He will worship them thoroughly until they're burning in hell.

"You're only proving how humans are undeniably weak in flesh, father."

Sasuke smiled calmly, ignoring Naruto's words. His lips are meant for worship and he knows he's good at it— worshiping, to be precise. Demons are thirsty to be worshiped, and it's an understatement. With his clerical robe, he kneels down on the bed with Naruto lying exposed and tied underneath him. He will make sure to use his lips and tongue properly to worship this man tonight. All for the sake of saving him from this possession.

The air in the room grows thicker. Sasuke's fingers softly touch the skin on Naruto's body as the redhead lets out whimpers from the contact. It is said that the holy touch of a righteous person could burn a possessed individual. Sasuke's seeing the proof of such a thing right now. The heat grows stronger and as he leans down, he starts doing the forbidden process that he will ever do to one person: Uzumaki Naruto. His tongue is warm as it explores Naruto's skin. Underneath his touches, Naruto's body is fragile. It's lovely. He loves hearing Naruto's feverish moans amidst the contact. He's burning. Sasuke knows his touches burn. This exorcism is working.

"You've been sinful, Naruto." He whispers as he brings his lips closer to taste Naruto's throat, "Sins deserve its consequences."

Naruto sharply inhales as his back arches. He wraps his trembling arms around Sasuke's neck desperately, "Oh yeah? Humans sinned, too. You won't scare me, asshole."

Sasuke's eyes glint as he calmly stares at Naruto. His lips are brushing on the man's delicate skin. He tastes exquisite. He tastes perfect.

"Scaring you is not a part of my plan, demon." Sasuke softly licks Naruto's sensitive earlobe as his deep voice lingers on the man's ears, "Do you want to know what I'm aiming for tonight?"

He pressed the weight of his body down on the man as his lips traveled down Naruto's jaw, down to his neck, lower and lower until it reached his collarbone. Sasuke hears Naruto's sharp gasp as his tongue traces the line in that bone, before gently nibbling it, making sure to leave some marks as a seal to protect Naruto's vulnerable body someday.

"Motherfu—"

Another moan escapes from Naruto's lips as Sasuke starts sucking the naked area near his chest. The lips of the priest are burning him whole. It's a combination of pain and pleasure that he can't explain. There's a deep penetrating sensation down his bones, and it's all because of Sasuke's holy mouth. It's fucking hot. It fucking burns him. Sasuke's touches are hot.

"Do you want to guess my plan, Naruto?"

Sasuke's one hand slowly lowers on the man's covered crotch. His other hand is still holding Naruto's tied wrists.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up—"

Sasuke licks his lower lip wet as he planted multiple marks on Naruto's skin. He's licking, sucking, and nibbling every corner of Naruto's skin while taking his time to do such. Sasuke is making sure that Naruto won't ever forget this night. He needs to make sure that no demon would ever possess this man's body. After all, the marks that he's leaving is a protection. Those marks are needed to protect Naruto's body from future demonic possession. It's like a barrier for Naruto's well-being.

"Hmmm, now you're burning, aren't you?"

Naruto's grip on him tightened as his breath got heavier. Sasuke calmly sighs as he uses his knees to spread Naruto's legs apart. His hands are gripping the man's waist. He's looking at how blood flushes on Naruto's face. He lets out a small exhale before he unzips Naruto's pants. It made Naruto's jaw clench tightly. Slowly, his fingers touched Naruto's twitching cock.

"Fuck."

Sasuke prayed inside his mind after hearing such sinful curses. He leaves soft kisses on Naruto's chest before his mouth trails down, lower and lower. His breath brushes teasing on the skin of Naruto's half-muscular abdomen, and Sasuke traces the slices of the man's abs with his tongue. Slowly. Deliberately. Teasingly. Until his lips finally landed where they belonged.

"Forgive me for my sins," Sasuke mutters as his breath lowers down and stops in front of Naruto's hardened crotch, "Take me away from temptation."

Naruto lets out a sharp gasp as Sasuke's tongue starts licking the tip of his cock. The priest's tongue swirls professionally on its head. Deliberate, careful, and warm. It made him groan in heat, "Fuck you, Sasuke."

Sasuke's lips curve into a small smile before licking the slit, making Naruto whimper heavily. Those sounds satisfy Sasuke's ears.

"Save me from these desires, and help me resist the pleasures of the world." The priest mumbled while licking and sucking him off.

Sasuke is aware of what he's been doing right now. To save this man, he must make choices. Now, this is the choice he chose. He'll do what can free Naruto no matter what the means is. After all, it is his responsibility as a priest. It is his duty as an exorcist. Sasuke's doing what is right. It is all for the sake of purity and righteousness.

Naruto is struggling from the ties. He's panting and moaning as Sasuke's lips and tongue chants prayers while making him experience heaven. Sasuke takes his time. As he promised, he watches and observes every small detail in Naruto's movements. He's calculating. He memorizes how Naruto flinches whenever his tongue touches his cock's frenulum. He finds a certain satisfaction in witnessing the demons inside Naruto being rendered helpless. His touches will cleanse Naruto's soul. Sasuke takes a breath while his fingers trails on the vulnerable body of the possessed human, and he loves how Naruto is melting within his touch. He loves how Naruto's skin feels against his lips. He loves his taste. He loves hearing his moans. This demon is really deceiving him in unimaginable ways. He loves every single thing about this devil's deception. The way Naruto is trembling and moaning with his raspy voice turns him on. A lopsided smile appears on Sasuke's lips as he calmly licks the precum on his mouth, "Resistance is futile, Naruto."

Sasuke made sure to be careful with how he licks, touches, and pleases Naruto. He wants to make sure he's doing everything right. He must make sure that the way he worships this demon is appropriate enough to weaken such an entity as well. It's a tug of war, a spiritual battle between Naruto and him.

"I fucking hate you," Naruto mutters lowly, panting heavily. There are glints of watery liquid on his ocean blue eyes. His lips are pressed tightly, "I fucking—" he wasn't able to continue his words when an other moan escapes from his lips.

A drop of precum oozed out the tip of his cocks and Sasuke gives Naruto a lazy smirk as his finger traces the line down the head. Sasuke massages the precum into the skin of Naruto's cock with his own tongue before he wets it mixed with his saliva. He lowers his head back again and slowly grips the shaft before stroking it up and down.

"...Damn it, Sasuke, fuck."

Sasuke calmly stares back at Naruto, "Such a filthy mouth is filled with profanity, little demon," he mutters those words before kissing the tip of Naruto's cock, "It needs purification."

Ah, yes. He needs to purify Naruto to make sure no demon would remain inside his body.

The said "purification" follows afterwards.

"You've been spacing out, father. That's very disrespectful."

Sasuke blinks calmly and his eyes narrow when he realizes that they're still in the church. He looks down and Naruto's still kneeling in front of him. This time, there's a seductive smirk plastered on the man's lips as he's now holding his bare—

"I don't think you're doing an appropriate thing in this place, Naruto." Sasuke whispered and Naruto chuckled.

The redhead starts stroking his shaft, and Sasuke's breath tightens. Without moving, he lets out a small prayer inside. Naruto's doing an unrighteous thing right now, in the altar, and it's too filthy.

"I've yet to confess my sin," Naruto's hands stroke him slowly. Letting the warmth of his palm lingers around his cock's skin.

Sasuke took a deep breath— he's trying to stop the small moan from escaping on his lips, "What is it that you have to confess?"

Naruto's seductive laughter fills the room, its allure almost enchanting. Sasuke finds himself drawn to the sinful sound, akin to the most enchanting music he's ever heard. Even the church choirs would envy the beauty of Naruto's laughter, a melody too glorious for mere mortals to witness.

"Ah, ah, father. You're a fucking hypocrite." Naruto mumbles. He leans closer to Sasuke's now hardened crotch, "Do you really not know my sin?"

"Please confess it."

There's a moment of silence before another sound of thunderstorm echoes within the church halls again. Naruto smirks and his eyes soften.

"I fucked a priest."

Sasuke's voice holds a stern edge as he admonishes, "Your impure language is filled with profanity, little demon. It requires purification."

Sasuke is amused with how Naruto's been very obedient underneath his touches. He's been too good. Additionally, his cock throbs as a response to his touches. Naruto's been very sensitive. Sasuke can feel the smaller man shiver underneath his kisses and touches. He can also see Naruto's eyes glistening with tears and his erratic breath.

The demon inside Naruto's getting weaker. Whenever Naruto's clenching and moving in his hips to his accord to fuck his mouth faster, Sasuke would stop the man. It's too early for that. He can't let the demon infiltrating Naruto's body vanish without proper punishment. Sasuke, then, decided to keep Naruto on edge. Every movement is calculated to make sure the demon in Naruto's body won't forget every single sensation that only he can bring. He licks with deliberation, making sure to give enough pressure without letting Naruto orgasm at all. For the demon lingering inside the man, it's certainly a torture. Ah, he's doing the right thing. He must certainly teach this demon a lesson.

When he saw Naruto near his edge again, Sasuke smirked, pulled away from the man's cock, and licked his lips clean. He straightened up and said, "You're supposed to be punished, little demon. Punished and not rewarded."

Naruto smirks at him. His chest is thumping up and down, "Is that all 'ya can do father?"

Sasuke's a man of words and he accepts challenges. In a calm manner he pulled away and positioned himself between Naruto's legs. He put two of his fingers inside his mouth, licking it wet while staring into Naruto's eyes. Naruto is watching his movements intently and he's fond of the attention that he's getting. He makes sure to make his fingers soaked. He feels himself getting greedy. But he must be patient.

He must prepare Naruto because even though there's a demon inside his body, he's still a human. The last thing that he wanted to do right now is hurt this human from the unwanted friction later. That's when Sasuke pulled a small bottle that looked like a righteous vessel of elixir inside his robe's pocket— a holy water. He opened it carefully and poured the holy water on his fingers together with his saliva, and he saw how Naruto's eyes widened.

"No fucking way." The man muttered as his lips parted a little, "You're not going to put that shit inside me."

Sasuke hums as he holds Naruto still before his hand lowers down.

"I don't want to tear you, Naruto." Sasuke mutters in his deep voice before he leans closer to the man and whisper something more on his ear, "With me, fucking you, it will burn and hurt so bad."

Naruto trembles as his eyes stares on the holy water dripping from Sasuke's fingers, "You're fucking crazy."

"I'm doing this for your sake. Be grateful." Sasuke answers calmly.

Naruto tried to push him away, "You— hmmp!"

Before he can even continue, Sasuke closes his eyes before finally claiming Naruto's lips. He lets his weight pressed against Naruto as he pinned the man roughly down the bed. The kiss is violent yet passionate. It is undoubtedly controlling. It's as if they want to devour each other by the shared gesture.

Naruto bites back and returns the kisses in a more violent manner in which Sasuke gladly welcomes. They are now consuming each other with such hunger and intense carnal craving. The entire kiss that they are sharing is dominating.

With Naruto being distracted, Sasuke carefully touches Naruto's ass cheek as he savors the feeling of his hot flesh. He can feel the man's tight muscles and without a warning, he slowly slid his soaked with saliva and holy water finger inside Naruto's entrance.

It's gentle. Soft. Thorough.

Naruto whimpers underneath him as his back arches before tugging his ties miserably. It is both heaven and torture at the same time. Sasuke stops kissing him, rises up, and looks into Naruto's eyes. There's an unexplainable despair and hunger in those eyes that reflects his own. Sasuke intently watches every bit of Naruto's expression as his fingers start rocking slowly. Ah, how lovely.

Naruto's jaw is clenched as he groans every time Sasuke thrust his fingers inside. His cheeks are slightly flushing, and the beautiful freckles on his chest become more visible. Sasuke's eyes narrowed as he watched how Naruto's swollen lips pressed as he moaned and how his blue eyes stared at him helplessly— with a glint of seduction and loathing. Naruto's a living manifestation of perfection. This sweet torture goes on for what felt like forever. Sasuke's fingers are long as it reaches lovely places inside. He continues to thrust hard while swirling them carefully to make sure every movement hits the spot.

Naruto's moaning deeply amidst the act, and Sasuke's heart flatters. It's fascinating music.

Sasuke's question hangs in the air, charged with tension. He asks, "Do you enjoy this, little demon?" His fingers take on an unpredictable tempo, adding to the intensity of the moment.

Naruto is overwhelmed during the exorcism, rendering him speechless. He can barely manage a nod, completely lost in the experience. Sasuke stares at him with lust and desire as his boxer underneath his robe starts tightening. Hmmm. The bottle of holy water is half-empty now. He can use it for other purposes later. He raises his hips and Sasuke can tell that he's close to his orgasm again. The hairs of his neck start to tingle and an uncontrolled shiver runs across his body. He felt his cock throbbing, too. Naruto is moaning and thrusting himself upward into Sasuke's hand. The moans of exorcism fills the room. Sasuke stares into the redhead's eyes and he can see how the man is desperate, extremely desperate, for a release. —But they're not even starting yet.

"Be patient, Naruto."

Sasuke's finger goes faster and faster as he finds the chibi's prostate. Naruto's moaning through his ragged breath as he starts to spasm around the priest's fingers. Naruto quivers as his cock jerks and throbs.

"Bastard, you're being—" Naruto grits his teeth, moaning, "—cruel."

Sasuke stares at Naruto calmly. In all his years in priesthood, no one dares to call him cruel. He's respected, and it's never because of his cruelty. He's a righteous man and Naruto must understand that. After all… If Naruto wants more in this exorcism process, who is he to deny him? He needs to let Naruto taste salvation.

Without letting Naruto wait longer, Sasuke pulls his fingers out of the man's ass. Naruto whimpers and glares at him weakly. He gives Naruto an encouraging smile as he starts to position himself closer. Sasuke didn't take his black robe off as he started pouring the holy water on his flesh, soaking his own cock with the remaining amount of liquid. He brings his palm closer to Naruto's face before he gently says, "Spit."

"You don't get to command me here!" Naruto's eyes are blazing red while staring at him but Sasuke remains unbothered.

"I won't let you cum with your disobedience."

Naruto gives him a death glare before muttering an inaudible, "Fuck," under his breath. He eventually spits on Sasuke's palm and Sasuke smiles at him proudly.

"Good boy," He brings his wet palm on his own cock to fully lubricate it. Sasuke lets out a small exhale as he feels a sudden jolt of pleasure on his own skin. With a professional hand, he calmly strokes his cock while staring into Naruto's naked body. It's such a beautiful sight. The man is filled with marks that he did earlier. His face is flushing slightly and he looks messed up. Beautiful. When everything is ready, Sasuke puts pressure on the entrance of Naruto's lovely hole. He holds Naruto's waist as he slowly digs inside— pressing a gentle yet firm force. He takes it slowly and patiently. He gasps and groans, before panting heavily from the intrusion. Sasuke stops. He doesn't want to rip Naruto open, and he doesn't want to hurt him. He pauses as he lets Naruto adjust, and then he slowly moves forward, inching deeper and deeper. Digging slowly, deeply, cautiously. Naruto's moans got louder and Sasuke pressed his lips together. Naruto's so warm and good around his cock. The little demon's taking him perfectly.

"Lovely." He mutters softly.

Slowly, Sasuke starts moving. He made sure to thrust gently and carefully. He is pushing and pulling back and forth with his cock. Ah, the glory of this feeling is unexplainable. It's blissful, tempting and sinful— but drowning into that sin is worth it. Indeed, they are perfect. He begins to move faster and faster, and he can hear their bodies start to slap together with a warm wet sound. He then starts to intentionally hit Naruto's prostate and the tied demon underneath him takes the thrusts accordingly— screaming under his grasp, tied and helpless. Sasuke is still fully clothed while fucking Naruto— and there's a part of him that wants to feel Naruto's warm skin against his own. Setting that aside, he slams his cock harder and faster. It's swelling and getting harder inside the man. The pleasure is blinding like he's in front of the gates of heaven. Naruto's moans resemble the voices of angels, his sobs resemble the beautiful trumpets. Naruto's cursing and groaning underneath him and he's never heard any music as beautiful as this before.

The sensation that he's experiencing with Naruto wrapped tightly around his cock is too much. It's lovely. He never thought that he'll experience heaven because of a devil. Having within his arms is such a divine blessing. A metaphysical bliss that he knows he'll only experience with the redhead. Naruto's indeed one of a kind. He's amazing. —And he must be freed from the demons inside his body.

After moments of continuous pleasure, Sasuke starts to get close. He starts whispering silent prayers as he fucks the demon hard. Rough. Fast. Too fast. Too violent. It made Naruto scream louder and cry harder. Sasuke's on the peak of this righteousness and Naruto seems like he's feeling the same way, too. And so, Sasuke pauses for a second before slamming harder and rougher into the man.

"With the power bestowed upon me, I'm casting you out of this man's body."

Naruto moans, "I fucking hate you!" His breath tightens and the burning sensation starts to fill the both of them.

Sasuke's panting as well as he presses his chest closer to Naruto, kissing the man and licking his tears away while fucking him hard. He later on sucked Naruto's jaw, "Listen to my voice."

The tempo gets incredibly fast that the bed starts creaking with inhuman strength. Sasuke can feel it slowly wrecking from the pace of the exorcism. Naruto moaned underneath him and Sasuke continued before his eyes narrowed, "Upon my command, release it,"

Naruto nodded. He's desperately whimpering and accepting all the priest's thrusts. Sasuke kisses Naruto's lips, fuck him multiple times, until it's time to bury his cock deeply within. He exhales and lets his head fall back in satisfaction. It's a fulfilling night. Naruto being possessed and him rescuing the man from possession. He's freeing him. Of course, he loves that. He will do everything for Naruto. Everything. He will do everything to own Naruto. Naruto's eyes are closed as he's panting hard. He's now almost out of breath. The marks on his body start to bruise, and there are perspiration on the slices of his abdomen. A small smile crept on the priest's lips. It's a sight to remember. With one last thrust, a meaningful smirk plastered on Sasuke's lips, "You can finally release it, Naruto."

Naruto's moan echoes within the room as his body faints weakly. The priest watches as the redhead's body trembles. Their eyes met each other and Naruto's lips curved into a sinful smirk before raising his arms to gently touch Sasuke's cheeks. It made Sasuke pause. Naruto's fingers touch his lips softly.

"You're a fucking sinner, father." Naruto chuckles weakly as his breath slowly gets lighter, "And I'm fucking sore."

Sasuke's eyes softened as a small laugh escaped from his lips, "Glad to have you back, Naruto. What do you feel, spiritually?"

There's a moment of silence where only their breaths and heartbeats following the rhythm are heard. "I feel extremely—" Naruto's eyes slowly close. He's exhausted, undeniably exhausted, "—unholy."

After saying those words, his hand fell and Naruto finally fainted. Sasuke's still on the top of him and he's mesmerized upon seeing the gentleness on the man's face. Now, Naruto's unconscious like an angel. He looks so peaceful, far from what he was earlier. Sasuke stares in gentleness as he slowly leaned down to press a soft kiss on Naruto's forehead. He later on pulls out and sits on the side of the bed, still staring into Naruto's sleeping features. That's when Sasuke's eyes turn bright red. It resembles the fire of hell. He calmly exhales with that lazy gaze as his finger slowly traces the man's lips. In the midst of silence, his crimson red eyes glint in amusement. Naruto is indeed fascinating.

Right now, Naruto is sitting on the altar where most offerings are laid— all on the pulpit. Sasuke is still wearing his black robe. Naruto's legs are wrapped around his waist and the man's arms are hanging on his neck. Sasuke pulled Naruto closer to him as their lips met violently. The sound of immoral noises filled the sacred place.

"Here we are again," Sasuke whispers in his deep voice as his lips trace the skin on Naruto's neck, "You're a real devil, you know that?"

Naruto laughs before pulling his hair closer and thrusting their covered crotches together, igniting the heat that surrounds them both. It also burns the small thread of patience that Sasuke has in his body.

"If I truly am a devil, why am I not engulfed in flames at this very moment?" Naruto moistens his lips, suggesting a hint of temptation. "Could it be that I've already unburdened my soul, confessing my sins to a Priest who shares in the same darkness as I do?"

Without Naruto noticing, Sasuke's eyes glimmered. Being a demon in the Kagerō village is boring. He's been there for thousands of years, living in a shrine where everything feels nonsensical. Actually, being a demon in general is boring. Having spent eons in the underworld, Sasuke had forgotten what it truly meant to be human. But everything changed when a beautiful young man visited the Kagerō shrine amidst the trees. This man's eyes reflected the pristine skies, captivating Sasuke in a way he hadn't experienced in thousands of years. Finding life in the underworld dull, Sasuke decided to become a priest to add some entertainment to his existence. However, there was more to his plan than mere amusement; he had a deeper cause in mind. Deception, the demon's forte, was at play in Sasuke's scheme. For the first time in ages, a human had captured his attention, prompting him to bestow a silent parasite upon Naruto's body—a curse only he could remove. This parasite would cause hunger and thirst that only Sasuke could quench, marking Naruto as his own in a way only they would understand.

A gift for his dearest human. It is all for a certain reason. The moment he set eyes on Uzumaki Naruto, he knew he had to own the man. For the first time in a long time, he felt things that he never knew demons are capable of thinking. Is it lust? Greed? Possessiveness?

What he knows is he has to own the man. He will own the man. Their lips touch again as he starts thrusting inside. The thunderstorm around, and the dim lights in this church gives them a more lustful vibe. Naruto is moaning within his arms and seeing his beautiful possession screaming his name in such a righteous place is enough to melt his heart.

"Ah, fuck, Sasuke—" Naruto close his eyes and pants heavily, "—It's burning. It feels good."

Uzumaki Naruto was never possessed. There was never a demon inside his body. It's all a part of this game of deception. His forte. It's a part of Sasuke's lovely entertainment. —It's worth it.

"My dearest human." Sasuke smiles in amusement, "You have to fulfill your act of penance later."

Indeed, he's a Priest, and Naruto's his own possession.

"I will need to help you cleanse your sins regularly, Uzumaki Naruto."

—Deception is always the devil's forte.

Notes:

Thinking about writng a sick Barbie lesbian fic where a girl buys like a mirror from a thriftshop. She brings it home, when it is 11:11 the mirror glows showing barbie's world. The girl is like omg cool, becomes friends, fall in love and wants to kiss her. Neither of them expected when they go through the world they turn into a man and the girls do not want to be men to be with them. That is the story. TRAGEDY AAAAA Twitter @smutcavern the Brienne one lol Link to tumblr https://www.tumblr.com/magnificenteggsfarmpeanut/723279791609020416/i-am-in-need-of-financial-support-for-my?source=share

#Sasuke x Naruto #sasunaru #sasunaru smut #Sasuke x Naruto smut

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wherearethekidss · 1 year

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Statuesque pt. 2

-F!reader/Saiki

-Yeah my bad guys

-When text is 'read like this' it is a characters thoughts

-When text is "read like this" Saiki is speaking through telepathy

-When text is "read like this" it is just normal speech (teehee)

I'm not gonna say much here, just a thank you to anyone who read the last part and put up with how lowkey boring it was! You all slay everyday and i love you sm !!! And apologies for the current length, i'll update it soon. I'll keep it 100, I'm j lazy asf and want to binge trash tv.

Enjoy

Word Count (currently smh)- 664

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Y/N has fallen into the routine of arriving in her classroom quite early. She likes how quiet and empty it is in the morning.

Except... a certain someone seems to have caught on to how nice it is going to school early.

Y/N walks into her classroom, and is a little surprised to see a classmate is there before her. Y/N raises an eyebrow, a little disappointed that she won't be alone.

No matter, she realizes that she is being a little selfish. She can't be the only one who wants quiet in the morning. She smiles to herself and walks over and takes her seat.

She sets down her bag beside her and rests her chin in her hand, staring out the window and watching students walk around the campus.

As class starts, Y/N once again begins zoning out. Tapping her pen on her desk. She is only brought back from her trance when the teacher calls her name a second time.

"Oh shi-" Y/N says quietly as she turns in her teachers direction.

"Is that alright with you?" The teacher asks her, raising an eyebrow at her and awaiting her answer.

Y/N stares blankly at the teacher for a few seconds. "Yeah i-" She says, but doesn't want to admit she has no idea what the teacher is talking about. "It's fine" She says trying to play it off.

The teacher nods, "Then everyone has a partner." Y/N blinks and looks away from the teacher.

'what' Y/N thinks confused. 'oh wow, who am I partnered with...' she thinks after realizing what the teacher meant.

Saiki sighs, he doesn't want to do this project, and is even more annoyed that the teacher is making them partner up. He's even more annoyed about who his partner is, the last thing he wants is to have to converse anymore than necessary with this girl.

The bell rings and the class is dismissed. Y/N looks around the room and sees everybody is already in their pairs. She looks for anyone who could have been her partner.

Saiki rolls his eyes and walks in the direction of Y/N. He is dreading this.

Walking over to where Y/N is standing, he is interrupted by two of his friends acquaintances.

Y/N's eyes search the room for anyone lone person. Wait a minute- if she had a partner, wouldn't they walk over to her? She thinks it over, that must of been what the teacher was saying earlier. 'He probably was asking if I would be alright working alone!'

The logic seemed airtight, so Y/N gathered her stuff and walked out of the classroom.

Meanwhile, Saiki is trying to avoid interacting with anyone else, mainly just wanting to locate Y/N to get the project sorted. 'What a pain.' is all he can think when he looks over and sees Y/N has already left the classroom.

After dismissing the nuisances, he hurried out of the class, hoping to catch her before she leaves the school.

Y/N walks past the school's doors, making her way past the gate, when she hears someone say her name. The voice rings in her mind. She blinks a few times, a little confused, and turns around.

"Oh, hey. What's up?" is all she can say when she turns around and sees Saiki looking back at her.

"The project." Saiki says rolling his eyes.

Y/N tilts her head and smiles softly, "What about it?"

'good grief' Saiki thinks as he closes his eyes and sighs. "We're partners."

Y/N's eyes widen a little bit when he says that. 'oh my god' Her mind races. 'i really should have been paying attention...'

'yeah. you should have' saiki thinks in response to her thoughts.

"so- what do we-" Y/N cringes at her sudden inability to form words. "How do you want to separate the work, I mean." She says correcting herself.

#saiki #saiki k #saiki x reader #the disasterous life of saiki k #saiki kusuo #help lol #sorry bro

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spenzitz · 1 year

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MITSKI AND YUTA?????? IM LIVING FOR IT PLEASE ELABORATE 🙇🏻‍♀️

🤭 sooooo this is very much confident!reader but yk...

forget what i said about it not being problematic...

yuta has been thrown into this world where he knows nothing and is told he has tremendous power. even after he defeats geto, he's sent on all these jobs where no matter how hard he tries, people always get hurt. he has all the tools he needs to succeed, and yet he still fails. if only he were as strong as maki or as fearless as toge. he's simply not good enough.

so why did you take such an interest in him? you were stronger than him in every way (barring cursed energy output) and, most obvious to yuta, confident. you knew what you were and your place in the world, and you took it as your own. why would you ever care about a waste of space like him? he didn't get it. but he really didn't need to.

whenever you talked to him, he felt important. like he was worthy of being kept in the loop of your life. when you lend him a hand off the ground after being knocked down and brush off his shirt, inspecting him for any grass or dirt, he feels a sense of belonging to you. he's now something that should be taken care of. just your presence in his everyday life makes him valuable.

when you go away on a job for a few days, he finds it harder to take care of himself. you're working, so you really don't have time to reply to his messages or call him back. the whole first day goes by, and he realizes he hasn't eaten anything all day, he feels pathetic.

it's almost 10pm, and you still haven't seen the messages he sent this morning telling you and maki to stay safe. he figures he'll take his mind off you by catching up on his show and getting a snack before bed.

eventually, one episode turns into a whole season, and a snack turns into anything salty yuta can get his hands on. It's almost 2 am when yuta feels his phone vibrate beside him on his bed. he snatches it immediately and sees you've finally responded.

thank you, yuta! me and maki are ok, just exhausted. we should be home by midday tomorrow. ik you're probably asleep by now, so sleep well! <3

you thought he'd be asleep by now. there was no way he was going to tell you that rather than going to bed at a reasonable time, he actually binged for almost 4 hours straight. it's only then that he realizes his current situation.

yuta becomes painfully aware of his full bladder, sweat-covered body, and grease-stained hands. surely it hasn't been this stuffy in his room the whole time, right? yeah, the ac must have turned off... but he's definitely needed to pee since two episodes ago. and his mouth was so... dry? he felt disgusting. what would you think if you saw him like this? you'd probably lose respect for him, he thinks.

the thought of you knowing he devolves into this pathetic mess the moment you're gone terrifies him. this fear motivates him to get his act together. he leaves you on delivered and plugs his nearly dead phone in before heading to the showers.

once he's all cleaned up, he puts on pajamas to convince himself he'll get some sleep soon... he cleans up all the crumbs and throws away all the trash in his room. but of course, once all the trash is gone, he can't help but wonder if his room would look better with his bed in the opposite corner. well... he could just try it out and move it back if he didn't like it.

he, in fact, did not like it. but maybe if he moves his other furniture around to accommodate, it wouldn't be so bad right? this redecorating went on until the morning when his bed is back to where it started, and yuta gets dressed for the day, not getting an ounce of sleep last night. yuta wanted to push through until midday so you could see he was doing just fine.

yuta and inumaki are sparing when inumaki suddenly stops and points behind yuta. when yuta turns around to see what he's pointing at, he sees you and maki walking towards them on the field.

you all say hello and tell them about the mission, saying how you just want to sleep for the rest of the day. maki goes off to find gojo to report back to him, and before you can start heading off to the dorms, yuta offers to carry your bag for you since you were so exhausted.

you accept, and he takes your bag off your shoulder. you don't miss the small groan he lets out from taking on the extra weight. you both walk back to your room as you tell him everything that happened on your trip. as you walk, you notice him panting under his breath, trying to control his breathing.

you make it to your door and take your bag off his shoulder for him. you look into his slightly bloodshot eyes and ask him, "yuta, are you ok?"

yuta feels the weight of the world crashing down on him and strains to keep his tears from peaking over his eyelids. that is, until he feels your hands on both his shoulders, rubbing small circles with your thumbs.

he squeezes his eyes shut, knowing if he looks at you now, he'll break. he feels your hands slide down his arms into his own. you hold them so tightly like he belongs to you, and it's only natural.

"yuta." you start with a stern but still empathetic tone. "what's wrong?" you wouldn't know from how you're speaking, but he knows you're demanding an answer.

he slowly tilts his body forward until his head is perched on your shoulder and his face is buried in your neck.

"just glad you're home." he says, letting out a sigh before inhaling the scent of your body wash that still lingers. "how about we get some lunch hmm?" you say, bringing your hand up to lightly pat his head.

you don't give him time to respond before you're pulling away from him to lead him to the common room. he deserved to be taken care of. he was important.

me and my husband is probably my favorite mitski song next to francis forever(ik basic)

i deal with depressive episodes a lot so this is definitely me projecting in some way lmao i'm sorry 😭

ok well this is awkward... i'm so sorry i always bombard you win ;(

#ems ideas #my loves #yuta okkotsu x reader #lmao what is this

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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The fic about the crossover that really good , i can't stop laughing when i image anakin would said that.

Anyway , the new chapter about Elysia make me sad ... I wanna have her so bad but the story aaaa i refused to believe

Can you image Elysia! Reader ,reader have personality like Elysia and the appearance too with Yandere! Star War ? Pretty please

I heard / read Elysia sometime 'gone' that make people panicc , she just like hiding cmiiw👀

Luvv you , have a nice day xoxo

-🐦Anon

OMG ANOTHER GREAT IDEA FOR CROSSOVER-

i’ll give you the prettiest flower~!

Elysia!reader x yandere!star wars character (HC)

warning : typos, bad grammar

attention! please do not try to repost my works, i only post my works on tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!

Anakin Skywalker

ayo-

i would say these two is the chaotic together

Anakin is having a high-level of jealousy and you’re the friendly person that like to hangout with everyone

you two good together, its just the jealousy that makes your relationship weird

“You flirt with how many people today?”

“Flirt~? i’m just a sweet talking, and oh! only to Senator Amidala and Rex today!”

“that’s a new record, i hope tomorrow you’ll do none- thank lord the mercy”

because we talking about yandere, i think he ever locked you up once..

no- twice...

three times?

but all of that attempts of him locking you up, you managed to escape easily and without even thinking that he’s locking you up.

“Where did you go?”

“The council, Senator’s room, Visiting the padawans, and Master Kenobi’s room!”

“alright that seems like a nice place to go- wait- MASTER’S ROOM? WHAT FOR?”

“giving flowers~!”

“You giving flowers to many people but me? do you not love me anymore?”

“*gasp* Who said that? oh my sweety baby cheeks my lovey dovey, i prepare you something more than just flowers just for you!”

“really?”

“Yeah~! come on walk with me! i’ll show them to you!”

honestly you’re just taking him around the Jedi Temple and then kiss him sweetly in the quiet place and the last, run!

but you guys a powerful couple, you good at negotiation, distracting and also you’re strong in force + able to masters many forms of lightsaber fight etc, while he’s a good pilot, strong, tall, dominating, and plus you both good at making sudden plan or well-prepared plan

noice

so when you’re gone somewhere or he lost you he’s losing his patience

he kill anybody that he suspects while he’s searching for you

but after all he does, he can’t find you, so he’s badly coming back at his place

“GUYS WE LOSE Y/N’

“CHECK, CHECK THE TRASH COMPACTOR”

“OH KRIFF, WHERE IS SHE?”

but then he saw you, sitting with a tea and wrapping yourself with a blanket, he thought he’s hallucinating

“Welcome home Ani! where have you been? i really miss you... :(”

“Is it really you? i should be the one asking where have you been, im worried sick about you..!!”

Obi-wan Kenobi

he’s the protective yandere

he can’t really like giving you limit about your friendship and locking you up or such, so he’ll just be very protective, so he’s watching you 24/7

he feels relieve when you don’t feel bothered by his appearance most of the time, making sure you’re okay

“You know, Obi, you are a true gentlemen, you guard and making me safe, thankyou for your love, i love it so much~”

you often find him looking out for you 24/7 when he’s free, even though he try to be sneaky

“No Y/N don’t approach him, i have a bad feeling abut him”

“Remember if someone asking you to stay longer with them, tell them you have a husband” -Obi

“But i don’t have a husband?? we haven’t married ye.. you want us to married theenn~?”

if he’s jealous, he’ll just told himself that ‘come on, Y/N does this everyday’

but if you talking buddy acts to far, he’ll pulling your hand, and then “alright that’s it, you’re coming with me”

even though he’s watching you close, he sometimes just lose you, stupid maybe, but that’s what happened..

“Y/N? where are you? Y/N??”

he puts 100% effort on finding you, telling his clones, telling the other masters, but a bit with acting spice, they didn’t think that he search for you because he’s scared of losing you, just worried for general like losing a not-so-close friend.

and then in the middle of his searching, Cody carrying you, who’s holding a bucket of crown flowers

“Surpriseee, seems that you miss me, doesn’t it master Kenobi?”

this whole time you’re just wandering from place to another place, gathering everything that you catch your eyes on.

when you’re in private, he’ll scold you, but he manages to give you food, sweet drinks and dessert while scolding you, so you eat and listen.

“can you please stop hiding and roaming around the way you likes? i can’t always protect you from somebody who knows!”

but as a form of apologies, you place a kiss in his cheek and a warm tight hug, then let out a giggle

“I’m happy that you’re worried over me, such a gentlemen~”

“I love you, please don’t make me worried again, okay love?”

“Okie dokie!”

Padme Amidala

oh god the lovey dovey couple-

she’s a sweetheart, you’re a sweetheart

if you’re both going as a couple in a formal party, or even a normal party, everybody would say that you both are a happy, full of glitter, romance, fluff couple

y’all are the sweetest couple people could ever see

anything happens to you, she doesn’t insist on releasing her full power to solve it ngl

loves loves loves when you both having a skincare routine or a make up-ing session before both of you start your day

gifting is her way to show her love when she’s not able to show up and cuddles then sharing warmth, so she pick the best jewelry, dress, flower, accessory for you when she has to work most of the day

and every single Padme’s gift that you accept, you’ll wear it when you both have a chance to spend time together

when you’re gone, she’s surprisingly handle it well

connection and money baby

the longest record of her effort finding you that goes missing is 12 hours and 30 minutes

well she remembered it lmao

if you sweet talking or even flirt with your friend or sometimes stranger, she wouldn’t mind

that’s you being you anyway, so no problem she guess

but if somebody flirt with you... alright it depends actually

if you flirt back = soon to be friends

if you’re silent = mayday mayday, red flag, you’re uncomfortable or worst case, you start to like them

SHE KEPT YOU AWAY LMAO

“Alright here’s the plan, stop meeting them ever again”

“why?”

“They play with at least one woman every day” she could be lying she could tell the truth

“Oh they’re bad... thankyou dear, i’ll take a distance from now on!”

Luke Skywalker

damn this boy is the protective and the paranoid yandere

“No don’t talk to them”

“stay here”

“Y/N, stay right here and wait for me, okay?”

“no don’t go there!”

“You can’t do that!?”

at first, he lets you to have fun with your friends

but the way you’re having fun is your friend makes him reconsider his decision

but he doesn’t want to put a limits on your life, he doesn’t want you to be sad

so he ask Leia, Han, or everyone in the rebellion to keep an eye on her or sumn

“we could watch after her, we promise”

well they lose you anyway

“kriff Luke, we lost her!”

“HOW!?”

well of course he check on the whole place at the base, so does with everybody, and then if he hasn’t found you, he’ll grab his helmet and then using his x-wing to search for you in the whole planet

i swear he drop at least one tear when he’s searching for you

but guess what?

you’re at the back area of the base

how tf nobody find you in there?

feeding some animals...

okay he forgive you because you look pretty and cute while feeding them

but he will not let you go for the next 24 hours

“i swear you scared me, what if you’re not in the base? what if you’re being kidnapped by the empire and i late to save you? what if you’re being hunted by bounty hunter? oh i can’t lose you you know it!”

“hehe sorry, but at least i’m safe, and that’s all that matters right now right?”

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