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Crawl Out Through the Fallout with Me: Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard X Fem! Reader
A/N: never played an official fallout game in my life but i still love this man so it's time to bullshit some stuff, let's gooooooo
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: After a fight with raiders, a argument between lovers ensues when one of them gets hurt.
Warnings: typical fallout vibes, mentions of fighting, blood and wounds, pre-established relationship, Cooper being Cooper but also being a bit ooc, this is cheesy as hell and def not canon compliant lmao
"Damnit, (Y/n), just what the hell were you thinkin'?!"
An upset voice rang out into the evening air of the Wasteland as a pair of figures rested up inside the crumbling walls of an abandoned building.
Lit by the fading light of the sun, (Y/n) hissed in pain as her irradiated companion tried to sew a sizable gunshot wound on her arm shut.
As he passed the needle back and forth through the gash, the girl rolled her eyes with an exasperated groan as a few rivulets of blood rolled down her arm.
"Gimme a break, Coop! Did you wanna be the one to be shot?! I don't- ow!- think so!"
During a journey to find their next cash-out, the partners were ambushed by a large group of raiders & fiends. After managing to get rid of most of them, one had managed to sneak up and send a bullet flying straight for Cooper.
Noticing the weapon before Cooper could even turn to see the shooter, (Y/n) dashed over and shoved the ghoul out of the path of the shot, causing her arm to be hit instead.
Now- a few hours after killing the remaining enemies- they took shelter in a decrepit shack in order to patch themselves up in peace and rest for the night.
"I'd still be better off than you are right now. I mean, for fucks sake, darlin', I'm a ghoul. I've been through worse than just being shot at."
"Well then, that's the last time I try to be helpful. Next time, I'll sit back and relax while you get absolutely slaughtered by raiders, how about that?!"
"Go right on ahead, see if I care! Now, hold still. Can't close this cut if you keep on squirmin' around." Cooper huffed as he gave the suture one final tug before snipping the end off with a pocket knife and tying it into a knot.
After he was finished, (Y/n) rolled the pain out of her bicep before reaching into her bag to grab a somewhat clean cloth to wipe up any remaining blood.
With a sputter of her lips, she got up from her spot next to Cooper to sit upon the old mattress in the other corner of the room in order to apply a stimpak to herself. It wouldn't be enough to heal the wound completely but it would be enough for her to be able to use her arm properly.
Satisfied with the sight of her flesh knitting back together, Cooper finally relaxed in his chair as he crossed one leg over the other.
"Now don't go doin' anything that stupid again, y' hear me? Don't wanna have to use any more stims than we have to."
"I just... don't understand why you're so worked up about this. Something like this was bound to happen eventually, it's literally a warzone out here. A scar or two isn't unusual." (Y/n) griped as she fell back onto the bed while crossing her arms.
"Yeah, for someone like me it isn't. But it shouldn't ever happen someone like you. You shouldn't have to get hurt like that..." Grumbled Cooper as he leaned back against the wall.
"I'm not made of glass, Coop, I can handle a few hits."
"Don't care. You're way too valuable for me to lose."
(Y/n)'s glare softened at that, realizing the true intention behind the cowboy's scolding was worry. As Cooper sets up a small lantern on the floor to combat the growing darkness, (Y/n) watches the man with a fondness gleaming in her eyes.
"Is that what this is all about? You didn't wanna see me get hurt?" Whispers the girl as she turns onto her side.
Although the action is rather subtle, the ghoul's body visibly tenses up as he fixes his gaze away from the woman across from him.
"I never said that."
"It's clear that you thought it, though." (Y/n) chuckled as she softly grinned at the cowboy.
Heaving out an irritated sigh, Cooper hunches over to look at her as he readjusts his hat.
"What do ya wanna hear from me, sweetheart? That I care about you? That I love ya? Well, if you don't know that by now, then you might be much dumber than I thought you were."
"Hey, I resent that! You'd be lost with me and you know it!"
"Sure I would. Just like how you'd do great out there if you were all alone."
(Y/n) shakes her head with a scoff before she gets up from the mattress to walk over plop herself onto Cooper's lap after he sits back down on the beat-up dinner chair.
As she shuffles into place, Cooper places his hand on the small of her back to ensure she doesn't topple over. He silently glances at her face, analyzing her now troubled expression as she fiddles with the lapel on his duster.
Mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words to say, she presses her lips together before finally speaking her thoughts.
"Y'know, I worry about you too... I'm always so worried that there's gonna be a day where that one gunner you miss is gonna be the one that gets you." (Y/n) admits sadly as she rests her head on Cooper's shoulder.
Cooper's eyes widen slightly and peer down at her as he begins to rub a hand up and down her arm in an attempt to comfort her.
"Hey now, look at me. That'll never happen. Not on my watch."
"What makes you so sure?"
"I got too much to fight for. I already lost one family to this nonsense and I'll be damned if you get taken away from me too. I'll fight tooth and nail before I let anything touch me or you again, understand?"
"But why? What's so special about me?"
"If I allow you to get hurt anymore, I will never be able to live with myself again. I love you, so...so much, darlin'." Cooper states with a resolute nod.
(Y/n) eyes water and crinkle with a gentle smile before she leans up to place a couple light kisses upon his charred lips, which he returns immediately upon receiving.
"I love you too, Cooper..." Mutters (Y/n) as she closes her arm around his shoulders.
With a laugh rumbling in his chest, Cooper wraps both of his hands around her waist as he holds her as close as he can.
"Your sweetness is what's gonna be the death of me one of these days, doll... Not some dumbass bullet." Cooper jokes quietly, placing a kiss atop her hair & resting his head on hers as he rocks back and forth to lull her to sleep.
Listening to the calming sound of her breathing as she slumbers, Cooper thinks about how lucky a man like him is to have found a love like (Y/n) in such a desolate situation.
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Hey can i ask for a request please?I'm big fan of you!Your writing is so good arghhhhh!Can i request Zayne x reader where they're like secretly dating but Zayne wanted to keep it as a secret but one day when we visit the hospital for checkup and a doctor from his hospital do the checkup caz Zayne got emergency something and that doctor start hitting on us but had to answer like we're single caz of the secret dating but Zayne got jealous and....u can make the rest of storyline as u please.Please if u want to write this kinds i'll be waiting!!I'm dying to see Zayne being jealous hehe
Dear sanc777,
Thank you so much for the request and kind words <3 Hope you enjoy this piece :3
His not-so-secret love affair
You and Zayne decided to keep your love affair a secret. It's all good, until another doctor starts hitting on you.
ಇ. Zayne x Female Reader/MC
ಇ. Tags: fluff, secret dating, established relationship, jealousy
ಇ. Word count: 1k1
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You went to Akso Hospital to have your regular health check-up. Normally, Doctor Zayne was in charge of this, but that day, he was at an unexpectedly important meeting. Since he did not want to delay updating your health status before an important mission, Zayne had requested that another doctor do your check-up.
At first, you assumed it was Greyson, who was frequently Zayne's substitute doctor. But even Greyson was busy too. So you had to take the documents to an unfamiliar doctor's office.
That doctor was rather young, having recently attended Akso Hospital. Even though he worked in the same department as Zayne, you'd never met him before. The check-up went well, and you were relieved since your health was better than expected - which you had Doctor Zayne to thank because he had always kept a close eye on you, since you started dating.
Even though you were officially dating, no one other than you two knew about it. The reason was because you had both agreed that this was not the right time to go public. You had many missions that required concentration, and Zayne was constantly concerned with maintaining professional boundaries between doctor and patient. Knowing this, you were the one who proposed keeping your love affair private for a while. Of course, Zayne agreed with you, but as time passed, you realized that being public or not would have little impact on either of you.
However, you soon had to reconsider that due to something that happened after your routine medical check-up.
You had nothing else to do here and had yet to return home. You strolled around the nearby area and waited in front of Zayne's office. You still wanted to see him before leaving. Your new mission started the day after, so you would not be able to see him for about a week. After a time, you noticed the doctor who had performed your previous check-up appear.
“You're not going home yet?” He asked. Then without waiting for an invitation, he sat down next to you.
The conversation that followed took an unexpected turn. You expected him to keep the same professional demeanor as previously throughout the check-up, yet he spoke extremely casual. Too casual.
“Why are you sitting in front of Dr. Zayne's office?”
“Ah…” You attempted to come up with an excuse. You could not let other people know that you and Zayne were actually dating. “I… My legs are tired so I sat down to rest for a bit.”
"Really? I thought you were intentionally waiting for Dr. Zayne to return.”
He laughed, and you felt very guilty.
“So…” He hesitated, then asked. “There's nothing between you and Zayne, right?”
"Huh?" You almost jumped up. Why would this person ask something like that out of the blue and make you panic?
“I mean, people in the hospital sometimes implied that Zayne and you were close. Sorry if I'm a bit nosy… It's just…”
"That's not true." You denied almost immediately. “Me and Zayne… We were childhood friends…”
Your heart ached. You wished you could tell him straight out that Zayne was your lover. Suddenly, you felt a bit regretful for wanting to keep this relationship a secret.
“Then, lucky me!” The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. “So that means I have a chance?”
“What chance?” You asked again.
“If you are still single, and there's nothing going on between you and Doctor Zayne, may I have a chance to pursue you?”
As if a lightning had struck your ears, your entire body tensed. This doctor was just too careless. He only met you that day and had already asked you out in such a brazen manner. Confused, you didn't know how to react when you heard footsteps behind you and an immense hand with scars was placed on your shoulder.
“Who said there's nothing between the two of us?”
That was Zayne's voice. You turned around and gazed up at him. You had crimson cheeks. Zayne locked eyes with the young doctor seated next to you, the same kind of stare that sent chills down people’s spines. It was about time for him to turn into ice.
Doctor Greyson, who stood next to Zayne, immediately covered his mouth and laughed. He escorted the freezing doctor out of that place, saying as he walked:
“I already told you. Don't even dream of Doctor Zayne's girl...”
“But… But…”
Seeing him being dragged away was a pitiful sight. But the fun did not last long as you quickly followed Zayne into the office.
He did not say anything but simply checked the papers on the table. You frowned. Even though you did nothing wrong, that attitude of his made you feel as if you had just committed a crime.
“Zayne…” You called. “I didn't know why he asked me out…”
“If I didn't show up on time, how would you handle it?” Zayne suddenly interrupted you, and you immediately replied:
“Of course I would refuse him!”
Zayne seemed uneasy. He pulled the tie around his neck a little loose and admitted:
“It's all my fault. I shouldn't have allowed another doctor to do a check-up for you in the first place.”
“How could this be your fault? It's nobody's fault. This is just a small misunderstanding.”
“It's not a small matter.” Zayne said, but he did not look at you. He turned aside, his eyes focused somewhere on the potted plant you had given him by the window. “Not small at all.”
You moved closer and leaned against Zayne's desk. Your hand adjusted the chair he was sitting on so that he would face you. You voiced:
“Your expression like this looks like you're being… jealous, right?”
Zayne was not the type to wear emotions on his sleeve. But his attitude then, with a face like he had just been punched, a little irritated and a little unreconciled, you knew for sure it was jealousy. Instead of trying to deny it, Zayne said:
“It's uneasy to witness other people flirting with my girl.” He seized your wrists. Long, chilly fingers began caressing you. “I don't think I could endure this once more if it happens again.”
Zayne's eyes lowered, and you could hear the sulking in his voice.
“Doctor Zayne. It's unprofessional to date your patient.”
You giggled. Looking at his expression, you wanted to tease him a bit.
“Who said that?” Zayne leaned towards you. His head slid onto your lap. “Obviously, that person needs to loosen up a bit.”
The person mentioned was Doctor Zayne and no one else. He had said that a long time ago, before you two formally began dating. Sometimes, you would bring that up to give him a hard time.
“That's right. So now, Doctor Zayne wants to make his love affair public?"
You stroked Zayne's hair. He replied:
“I let everyone figure it out for themselves before. But it's time for an official announcement. I want the world to know, you are my girl.”
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Does the End Justify the Means?
CX-2 (Clone Assassin) x Reader
Summary- CX-2 never planned on forming a relationship, but once he did he had to protect it. Even if it meant killing hundreds to keep you away from Hemlock.
A/N- SPOILERS FOR THE BAD BATCH FINALE. I feel like people forget that deep down, CX-2 is still a clone being forced to serve the Empire. Maybe I'm delusional though!!!
MENTIONS OF BURNS AND TORTURE!!
Word Count- 5,253
"You know, CX-2. There was once a time where I considered scrapping you. The very cloning program that made you..." Hemlock started. "You were hard to control. My methods had little effect on you. Considering you had little to live for, well that didn't help."
CX-2 stood, arms crossed behind his back. He listened intently, staring at the grey border of the wall.
"You were too, hmm. Rebellious should I say?" He walked slow circles around CX-2, studying him. "That was until I found your little secret out." Hemlock laughed at his own wit. "Who knew a medic trainee would have an Assassin Clone falling so hard!" He seemed to think the situation was hilarious.
Silent, CX-2 contemplated killing Hemlock where he stood. It wasn't possible though, he was smarter than that. He probably had a weapon on his beloved as they spoke. Perhaps Scorch was with her now...
He didn't want to think about it, so he didn't. Opting to stare back at the wall again.
"Truly, I created you better than that. The problem with you clones is your loyalty. It would typically disgust me. Though, unlucky for you, this all plays out in my favor." CX-2 swallowed hard at his words.
There were not many things that scared CX-2, but the thought of Hemlock hurting you consumed him. Striking him with a never ending fear.
"You will bring me Omega. Unless, you want an accident to happen. That would be tragic, wouldn't it?" The man asked, taunting the clone. All while fiddling with his gloved hand.
For the first time in many minutes, CX-2 spoke. "I will retrieve the girl."
"Good, I do not doubt your abilities." Hemlock stepped closer, right in The Assassins face. "Dire consequences are at stake..."
CX-2 made sure his next stop was Pabu.
CX-2 had no intentions of forming any friendships, especially not a relationship. You, however, came natural to him. In one of Hemlock's attempts to have complete control over CX-2, a burn was implemented on his waist. He remembers the day vividly, as it was the first time he'd met you.
You were only on Tantiss because of your mother. She worked for the Empire as a medic, a famous doctor of some sort. While you never had the knack for the medical field, you enjoyed helping people. It was in your blood after all.
CX-2 was taken to a special room for clones of high status. You were there by sheer accident. A mishap guided you to his side.
"Uhm, hello sir." You introduced yourself. "I'll be your medic today. What's your name?" You asked, a little nervous to be assessing a clone by yourself. He wore black armor, head still covered. You'd never seen that style before, maybe he was new?
CX-2 just stared up at you, a hard gaze. Out of fear, you started to breathe a little heavier. He could have killed you there and no one would have batted an eye.
"Sir, is something the matter?" You pressed on, trying to mask yourself with professionalism.
He continued to stare, eventually pointing at the chart In your hands.
"Of course, uh. CT-4340?"
CX-2 didn't say a word, just tilted his head. You looked at him with doe eyes. "Are you CT-4340?" you hesitated.
"My code is CX-2." He commanded out, a modulated voice appearing.
You almost jumped at the sound. "I uh, seem to have the wrong chart. I am so sorry, I should get a higher official-"
Under his helmet, CX-2 resisted the urge to roll his eyes. His shoulder dropped, annoyed. This caused his side to jolt. The pain of the burn on him was strong, but he withheld any reaction.
You, on the other hand, seemed to notice the very small twitch his waist gave out. "Where are you hurt?" You asked, the words now flowing with a motive in mind.
CX-2 instinctively started unbuckling his chest piece. You flushed slightly, ashamed you couldn't be more serious in the situation. "Do you need help?" His head rose quickly, falling after looking at you for a second. He didn't respond, just continued to take his upper armor off.
Guess not...
The second you saw his skin, you suppressed a gasp. It looked gruesome, like something had repeatedly been burning him. With a deep breath, you shoved down any lasting fear.
Getting to work, you prepared bacta and bandages.
He was still, almost too still. You'd seen plenty of procedures and medics fixing up clones. There had been wincing, complaining, and fidgeting on lesser injuries. You would have expected tears and need of an anesthetic for any other man. But he was still...
You prayed you didn't hurt him more than he already was. You knew your hands were clumsy with inexperience. If you did, he made no effort to tell you nor pull away.
From then on you saw each other more and more. While your mother made sure you got plenty of experience working on clones, you were extremely busy. Never getting a second to actually talk to CX-2. A particular encounter with a clone in the hangar would change this.
You were helping a trooper with a broken arm- Simply wrapping it to prevent further injury. You crouched down, examining the break.
CX-2 was just passing by, heading to see what his next mission was. He barely took note that a soldier under his command broke an arm. Why would he? Clones die everyday, including ones under CX-2.
He did however take note of you. He recognized you immediately. He surprised himself, why would he care about some medic? He'd never remembered the ones that had worked on him in the past.
At this, he stared at you. He took in your silhouette, something deep down told him to bask in your every feature. So, he did.
Of course you felt the beaming eyes of CX-2. It made you nervous. Was there something on your face? Did you make him mad? It distracted you.
"Ow!" The clone exclaimed in pain, face screwing. He yanked his arm up. It was an accident, you were sure. A response to the pain you caused unintentionally. CX-2 didn't seem to think this when he saw the clone raise his arm to hit you.
It all happened so fast, you didn't have time to lean back or even register what was happening. The next thing you knew was that the unidentified clone was on his back. CX-2 stood over him, a vibroblade at his neck and foot on his chest.
Falling onto your butt, you gasped and regained some sense. "CX-2...."
He slowly turned around to face you. The two of you looked at each other. His hand still expertly rested centimeters from killing the clone.
Adrenaline pumping, you spoke. "it's okay. It was an accident."
He pushed the clone back with his foot, hand raising. With the vibroblade still wielded, he stormed to you. Your heart pumped viciously, though not in fear. If he was going to really hurt you, he would have let the clone hit you.
No, your heart thumped in your ears in anticipation.
He grabbed you by the forearm with his free hand, careful of the blade. He yanked you up, off of your position on the cold floor.
You briefly noticed eyes around the hangar now in your direction. You grew nervous, only at their judgmental looks.
The quickness of it all made your head spin. You stepped out, trying not to fall. His hand still gripped your arm, he stood unmoving. He let you catch your balance, just watching you.
"Excuse me, what is going on here?" A vice admiral questioned, appearing from your left.
CX-2's modulated voice said your name. It was harsh and cold, but you somehow knew it wasn't directed at you. "She is my medic."
"And? What gives you the right to attack a clone for no reason?" The admiral demanded.
CX-2 didn't like being questioned. Before you could get a single word in, CX-2 pulled you with him as he turned to leave the hangar.
"Wha-" You decided not to protest, the man was on some kind of mission. One he had made for himself the second he saw a threat to you.
He guided you two through the complex halls and levels of the lab. You were beyond lost, but he seemed to know where he was going. After a few minutes of paced walking, you stopped him.
"CX-2, where are we going? I don't want to risk getting reprimanded by the admiral." You were cautious, the smallest of complaints could get you reassigned. Tantiss was not for the faint of heart.
"You won't." He would make sure of that. He continued to walk, this time a little slower.
Finally, you found some familiarity in the halls. You noticed he was leading you to the very room you met in. The examining room for special operatives.
He pulled you into the room, making sure the door shut behind him.
"Examine me." He demanded.
You were dumbfounded, "Excuse me?"
CX-2 actually rolled his eyes this time, even when you couldn't see them. In response to your confusion, he removed his left arm's armor.
A gash that went from the top of his shoulder to before his elbow was present. "CX-2..." Your sadden voice spoke.
You didn't actually have clearance to be in that room, nor the supplies. But you worked nevertheless.
"Please, sit." You asked. He followed your instructions immediately, sitting up on the exam bed.
Just as the day you met, you retrieved bacta and med patches. You coated the wound in extra bacta, then prepared the gauze wrap.
"So," You held his arm up gently, starting to wrap it. "How did you get this? Was it your latest mission?" Your hands carefully worked, moving under his arm.
"No." Was all you heard.
"Oh, how did it happen?" You asked, trying to make conversation.
His skin twitched as a subconscious response when you smoothed over it.
"Better if you don't know." He kept his eyes on the wall ahead of him. "Sorry I asked..." You really were. He said nothing.
After a few more moments, you made sure the wrap was steady in place. "I think you're done!" You smiled at him. He dropped his arm at his side.
After, he promptly nodded, but gave little indication on what to do next.
You looked around, feeling a little awkward.
"So... What division are you from?" You tried to ease the tension.
"Project Assassin." He said, being short.
"I haven't heard of that, wha-" He inturpted you. "Tell me about you."
You blinked. You'd only seen this man a dozen times, many of those in passing. Even so, a shot of nerves flowed in you each time. There was something special about him. It was like your heart knew something your brain didn't. You weren't a child though, you knew 'love' was something of fairy tales. That there must be a perfectly rational reason you were feeling this way around him.
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything."
Though, if that were true, why did you sit up next to him and tell him everything?
From that day on, the only medic he allowed to work on him was you. The number of visits varied, depending on how evil Hemlock was feeling. CX-2 tried to hide the backstories from you as much as possible, sometimes even ignoring your questions.
Though, late at night, when he'd sneak into your room, he'd tell you the truth. At first he would listen. Anything you'd tell him, you had his full attention. Then, right before you fell asleep, he'd whisper his secrets.
He'd whisper them to the only person he ever trusted, you. Then, it was your turn to listen.
You cried for him, the pains he had went through. He was the perfect clone in your eyes. The only problem was how stubborn he was, no matter how hard Hemlock tried- you were still the only one who could persuade him.
Despite his grunts of protest, you'd just hold CX-2 some nights. Using your fingers to rake through his hair, cradling his head. You tried you best to give him the comfort he had never experienced before.
Everything was going so well. You would continue your training, he would continue his missions, and at night, you would talk and he would listen. You would spoil him with affections under the nights bask.
Of course, all good things must come to an end.
The day Hemlock found out about you was the worst day of CX-2's life.
CX-2 was called in for a meeting about his next mission, something he was used to. He only received orders from the highest of officials, so seeing Hemlock or Scorch was common.
"I have... a special mission of some sort. One I cannot risk incompletion of." Hemlock began.
CX-2 stood upright, ready for instructions.
"Now, despite what we have tried to instill into you- I do not want you to listen to any other orders. I think this particular mission requires your mindset." His words didn't effect CX-2, he'd heard worse.
"One of your fellow operative has been captured. Alive. I will not accept him risking our organization."
"My orders?" CX-2 asked.
"Find and neutralize him." CX-2 nodded at his words.
"You have 48 hours to kill him." Hemlock walked up to CX-2, arms folded behind his back. "If you fail, that...medic... you are so fond of? She will reap the consequences of what you sow."
It was impossible to cover up the way CX-2 breath hitched. If he didn't have a helmet on, Hemlock would see his eyebrows scrunch in anger.
"Yes, that's right. I know about her." Hemlock said, his voice mocking. "Oh, don't fret my little assassin. She will remain unharmed, that is... unless you fail your duty..."
"I trust you will locate him and rid the republic of any information?" Hemlock taunted.
"Yes sir."
How? How did Hemlock find out about you? He was so careful... He immediately headed to your quarters. Damned everyone else, he pushed through crowds and odd stares.
He banged on the door, fist closed. If you hadn't opened in the next 10 seconds, he'd shoot the door down.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." You 'tsked.'
"Oh, CX-2." You breathed out once you opened the door. Unsure if he was there for pleasantries or business.
He shoved his way past you, pressing the button to close the door shut.
"Wha-" He stormed around your rooms, it was quick considering there were only two. A bedroom and bathroom.
He held his blaster up as he checked every crevice of the room. His eyes glanced back at you quickly to make sure you were still there and alive.
"CX-2." You raised your voice. His head shot your way. "What's happened? You're scaring me..."
He paced up to you, removing his helmet as he walked. "He knows about us." Was all he managed out, throwing his helmet to the floor in favor of grabbing your cheeks gently.
Your face dropped, heart pounding in your ears. "How? I don't understand!" You started to breathe heavily.
"I just had to make sure you were safe." His gloved hands felt cool on your hot skin.
Your mind wandered, what would they do?
"I have to leave now." He said, dropping his hands. "No, wait. You can't just drop that bomb and leave!" You had so many questions, and you didn't want to be left alone freighted.
"I do not have time, if I don't complete my mission he will kill you." Your blood ran cold. "I am so sorry I brought you into this. I should have never stepped between you and that clone." He readied himself to exit the room, turning and putting his helmet back on.
"CX-2!" His shoulders dropped, he stood silent. You walked around to face him.
He let you reach your hands up and lift his helmet off. "I'm not upset at you. I only want more time..."
"I can't."
"I know." At your last words, you pulled him down by the collar of his blacks. Now level, you kiss him. Scared it would be your last.
The few seconds your lips touched felt like an eternity. All the time you needed with him...
Eventually, he pulled away. "I-"
"I know... please be safe..." You asked only one thing of him.
He nodded, placing his helmet back on snug. He then walked out your door, your thoughts consumed with wishes of his safety.
CX-2 would fulfill his mission, killing the compromised Operative. Though, that was only the first time he'd have to leave your grasp to keep you alive...
CX-2 reminded himself why he was currently headed to Pabu. 'Dire consequences are at stake' echoed in his mind.
He would capture Omega. He had no care for the innocent people he might have to kill. In his eyes, all of his actions were justified in the name of your well-being.
He never told you of his endeavors, now being sent on more gruesome missions than ever. He knew you'd be disappointed in him, but he also knew he had to always protect you. No matter the cost.
While expertly leading a fleet of soldiers, the only thing that let CX-2 think straight was you. He filled his mind with memories of your laughter. Of the times you begged him to choose a real name, even when he protested. When you first touched, when you first kissed.
He worried for you until the second he had Omega tied up on his ship.
Even after, he was anticipating his reunion with you. He had the girl, he had what Hemlock wanted. He could see you again.
And he did... Hemlock was consumed with his experiments and testing on Omega. So much he that didn't bother CX-2 for a few days. Oh, it was bliss.
The time you shared reminded you of before anyone knew you were together. You both still had your duties as clone and medic, but spent any free time with each other.
You laid in your bed, a glance at the clock scolded you for being up so late. You paid little mind to it, just enjoying the feeling of CX-2's arms around you.
With your head now buried in his chest, you let your hands wander. Slipping under the top portion of his blacks. He used to shiver reluctantly when you felt his skin, now it seemed like second nature.
You loved tracing his scars, the texture consuming you. While they were painful memories, they were treated with love and tenderness. He looked at his scars and thought of you, how you took care of him so nicely and delicately. Not Hemlock.
A light flickered from his panel brace. The one that rested on your nightstand. It lit up the room, and CX-2 immediately reached for it. he pulled away from you, but was careful to keep a connection with his leg still feeling you.
"I have to go." He said, standing to put his arm and chest armor back on.
While he was always quick and determined when hearing from Hemlock or Scorch, he was frantic here.
"Did something happen?"
"Nothing, do not stress. I love you." He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, and an affectionate rub of your thigh before putting his helmet on and leaving.
You sighed and leaned back when the door closed again. This was slowly becoming the new normal for you. You still savored every spare second you had together...
Just as you rolled over to fall asleep, the door opened. "Did you forg-" You jumped up, almost hitting your head on the baseboard of the bed. It was Scorch.
"Come with me. Now." He grabbed your arm and pulled you rough out of bed.
"Excu-"
"You are under arrest until further assessment." He forcefully put you in handcuffs.
You tried to resist, but put up no real fight in comparison to the trained clone. He grew tired of you and stunned you with his blaster.
You fell unconscious.
"You activated me?" CX-2 asked over Comms, like he would in any other situation.
"It seems we have another problem with our favorite girl." Hemlock said.
Omega...
"You see, she has managed to escape with the other children. Did I mention she also freed the zillo beast?"
CX-2 listened intently, not moving a muscle.
"You have been the only operative capable of capturing Omega thus far. I will see that you will find her again. Before she finds some way to leave the planet." CX-2 could hear the frustration in Hemlocks voice. It made him flicker a smile.
"Affirmative."
"Oh, and as a little motivater, I think it would serve you well to know your medic is currently held up in a cell." Hemlock went radio silent, leaving CX-2 to head to the exposed section of the base. The hole the Zillo beast left, and the way Force 99 was headed.
Your head throbbed, vision a little blurry. Raising your head from the cold of the floor, you noticed you were in a cell.
The room spun around before you sat up. Your whole body ached. Not to mention the confusion you were feeling.
Looking around, you saw other prisoners lining the walls. You knew exactly where you were. The hall where all the traitors and experimental clones were kept.
Were they going to experiment on you too? Was CX-2 okay? Did something happen to him that made Hemlock finally get you?
The building shook with a loud boom, it did nothing to help your nerves. It sounded like some kind of cannon went off.
"You okay?" A clone asked in the cell across from you.
"I don't know..."
With the effort and passion of a man whose entire reason for living was at risk, CX-2 and the other Clone Assasins were able to capture the rouge clones.
With his blaster barred in his hands, CX-2 guarded the three prisoners. He was occupied with the thought of what The Empire was doing to you.
You must have been so scared in a cell... He knew you didn't like small spaces. With his new fury, he closed his fist, doing yet another round of the platform they were on.
Boredom was unable to strike you, anxieties kept you busy. Your mind ran wild with the possibilities of CX-2. For a moment you questioned if he had just abandoned you as a whole, but quickly shunned yourself for bringing it up.
CX-2 loved you, and wouldn't dare leave you to rot.
"Look!" A clone yelled out, just as you saw a small girl and a storm trooper running by.
What were they doing?
They crept around the corner, swiftly blasting and taking out 2 storm troopers in the process. The girl got to work on the main computer that operated the cells.
"Hey kid, whats going on?" Someone asked.
"We're breaking you out."
Seconds later, your cell door opened. You slowly walked out, unsure what to do. What would CX-2 do in a situation like this? He'd probably tell you to keep your head down and blend in. Stay out of trouble, 'for his sake.'
You did just that, creeping out of the cell and hiding within the groups of clones.
Apparently, the 'storm trooper' was a clone, so was the girl. They were on a mission to free their three brothers, recruiting clones as they did so.
Was this the big mission CX-2 was called to? To capture the people they were here to rescue?
"We've checked all the cells, they aren't here."
You knew where they probably were... The training room. The very room that tortured and left your beloved marked. You didn't dare say a word. As much as you hated Hemlock and his 'methods,' worse things would happen if CX-2 failed his mission...
"Well... they could be in the training room." Damn, another clone had though the same as you.
They decided to head there, a few turning for an easier escape.
What should you do? Warn CX-2? You weren't raised as a soldier, you had no training. No fighting experience. You knew how to save and help, not attack and kill.
A small hand was rested on your arm, the girl from earlier. "Hi, I'm Omega."
You looked down to her. "I know it's kind of scary, but we have to fight for what's right.." If only she knew your true intentions...
"You're right... i'll come with you..." All you wanted was to find CX-2.
So, you did. Following them to the training room, they planned an attack from the lower circle.. You, however, had a new idea. To come in through the main balcony. The one that led directly to Force 99.
You managed to sneak away and climb the steps that brought you to the main doors.
"Hey, you! Are you supposed to be here?" A trooper stopped you.
"Yes sir," You gave him your chain code, "I am a medic. Hemlock has requested my services in the Training room." You lied, faking a confidence you never had.
"I never heard about Hemlock ever needing a medic in the training room..."
"Well if you want to ask him, while the Zillo beast is one the loose, he has new prisoners, and while his top experiment is lost- Be my guest. I just don't think he'd be very happy with you questioning his methods." You crossed your arms behind your back, something you'd seen CX-2 do many times.
"Fine." He moved out of your way, letting you head to your destination.
You walked to the door, ready to put your mother's clearance codes in. With a steam they opened, leaving you to witness a terrible sight.
The 3 captured clones were out, fighting. You got there in time to see the big clone burst out of the glass, tackling a special operative.
With the sound of the door, the man with a bandana looked your way. Along with CX-2, who rose swiftly upon seeing you. You distracted him long enough for the clone without a hand to blast him in his side.
You gasped as you watched CX-2 fall in your direction.
With an electrospear in his hand, the bandana man stepped to him. He only managed to zap him once before you ran in.
"No!" Your scream pierced out, you threw yourself onto CX-2. Using your body to cover his.
You didn't care if you died then and there, at least you'd die in CX-2's arms. You'd at least die together...
"No, don't!" You squeezed your eyes shut, prepared for a shock that never came. You felt a weak hand raise from under you to grip your clothes.
Tears streamed down your face violently. Pattering on CX-2's armor.
"You do realize the crimes he has committed..." The man panted out, he was also wounded.
"Please, it was for me... It was all for me..." You sobbed out. "Hemlock threatened my life..." You buried your head in his neck, holding him tightly.
"Hunter, no. We should kill them both now." The handless man spoke.
The man you assumed to be Hunter didn't have time to respond.
"I swear we wont follow you... Hemlock is probably on his way to his private ship... I swear..." Your words were muffled but they understood well enough.
"We are wasting time, lets go." Hunter commanded, the two of them left.
You gave out a whimper, "CX-2... Please... Stay with me." You pried his helmet off. He was in a rough state.
His eyes struggled to focus on one thing, but he still tried to find your face. "It'll be okay, just let me grab a med pack." You went to pull away, but he gripped you tighter.
"Let me.. hold," He coughed, "You.."
"You are not going to die on me. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?" You tried to joke. He shook his head, 'no.'
"Then let me do my job, and help you." He still held you tightly. "Please... you deserve to live..." He let you go.
It was only half a minute, you grabbed a medics kit that was nearby and began patching him up.
Making quick work of taking his armor and blacks off. It reminded you of the first time you'd done this to him. A very similar wound on his waist.
You forced him a pill, and squeezed out as much bacta as you could from its packet.
"Can you roll over for me, baby?" You asked, helping him get on his side.
He complied as much as he could, and you were able to patch up his other side.
"Okay, this will hold you over. I know the closest procedure room, a droid can give you a proper examination." You helped him stand, an arm under his own to keep his balance.
"You'll be okay, we'll be okay..." You whispered praises and words of affirmation to him. The walk was extremely painful for him, you could tell he was hiding most of it from you.
Lucky for both of you, a droid was able to identify where the blast was and give him a proper cleaning of the wound.
He was still woozy, but forced himself to stand. "We have to go. Tarkin is on his way.." CX-2 strained out. He was stubborn and refused any medication that would cloud his mind.
"W-where? Your ship?" You were scared, not just for CX-2, but your futures as well.
He pressed a few buttons on his panel brace as you picked up his helmet.
"Turn left." He instructed you all the way to his ship, even with the pain starting to blur his vision.
The two of you somehow managed to make it to his ship, you opened the door with his panel brace and sat him in the co-pilot's seat.
You clicked away, starting the ship up. Though, you did need some guidance from him.
You had never flown a ship before, but knew you had to take the risk to save CX-2. It was wobbly, but you raised the ship and let Auto-Pilot blast you into hyperspace. It had a set of coordinates in, ones you didn't know the location of.
A groan made you turn to your lovers direction, you were at his side immediately. Crouching down you spoke, "Hey, its okay... We're far away. You can take the pain medication, its just us two."
He peaked open an eye to look at you, his face barred disappointment in himself. Almost like he was a lesser man if he took the meds.
"Take them. If not for yourself, for me." You pulled them from your pocket. He did take them, minutes later he felt the relief.
You took another look at his wound, it was stable for now. You figured that he would need a cleaning and new bandages in a few hours. Hopefully his medkit was fully equipped on his ship. If it was, you'd be able to last many days without needing to land.
You stood, pulling his head to your breast. "Shhh, rest now. We are both safe."
He truly did feel safe in your arms, like he didn't have to always be on guard. A huge change from his normal. One he'd hoped he could live out with you for the rest of his life...
A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I got a little carried away with this one... I just had to get this idea written down!!!
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Casual ~Chris Sturniolo~
summary: chris and y/n begin a 'casual' relationship
word count: 1.9k
pairing: chris sturniolo x reader
notes: first official full part of my 'mcconnell chronicles'. this is based off THIS song by ian mcconnell, and the rest of the series will be based off ian mcconnell songs. enjoy!
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chris had dreamt of his perfect girl for the last 10 years of his life. he knew exactly what he wasnted.
but he wasn't expecting to meet her the way he did.
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y/n had been out at a party celebrating her best friends birthday. the girls were dancing together and at this point in the night, a few drinks had been consumed.
she had excused herself from her group to go get another drink.
on her way to the kitchen, she felt a pair of eyes on her. it didn't stop her from making her drink.
as she exited the kitchen, she bumped into someone and her perfectly curated drink fell to the ground.
"oh, i am so sorry." she looked up at the person she bumped into and noticed some guy she barely knew.
he glared at her and just walked away. y/n's shoulders fell and she turned back towards the kitchen, intent on making herself another drink.
what she wasn't expecting was a cup already being handed to her. she didn't think twice as she took a sip from the stranger.
her eyes widened as she realized that it was the exact mix of drinks she had just made for herself.
"are you stalking me or something?" she looked up at the stranger and was not expecting to be looking into the most mesmerizing blue eyes she had ever seen.
"nah. i really like this drink. surprised someone else does too. thought i was the only one." he sipped his own beverage and smiled. "plus i noticed how upset you were that your drink got spilled. thought i would be kind and make you another one."
"wow. thank you." she smiled and looked at her cup. "and you didn't put something in it?"
"of course not. the people who have to resort to something like that are the most horrible people in the world."
"i agree. but i still don't know you so i'm not sure if i believe you or not." y/n raised an eyebrow playfully while continuing to sip on the drink.
"well, my name is chris. and seeing as how you're still drinking the drink, even though you're a little suspicious, i'd say you believe me. at least a little bit anyway."
"either that or i'm just really thirsty." she retorted, smirking as she finished her cup without flinching. chris admired her.
"okay. i'll give you that one." he chuckled. "so, do you got a name?"
"y/n." she reached for the bottle and looked around before beginning to chug it.
"oh. should've guessed that someone as beautiful as you would have an equally beautiful name."
"you're lying to me right now, aren't you?"
"i swear on my life." chris crossed his heart and smiled. y/n passed him the bottle and smiled.
"i like you. think i'm gonna keep you."
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over the next few weeks, y/n and chris spent every free moment together.
everyone was convinced they were together but they weren't.
they were best friends, nothing more.
until one night, it changed.
it was a saturday night and they were getting ready for their respective dates. chris had met some girl at a party and y/n was going out with a random guy as a favor to her friend.
neither of them wanted to go but they had made a commitment.
luckily, they had managed to get their dates to agree to a double date.
chris watched as y/n put the finishing touches on her make-up. he admired everything about her but could never tell her his true feelings, fearing he would only drive her away.
he knew she didn't feel the same. she told everyone multiple times that chris was her best friend ad that was all he was meant to be.
"alright. done." she put her mascara on his bedside table and turned to face him. "how do i look?"
"you always ask me this and the answer is never going to change." chris stood up and walked to her. "you're beautiful, as always. i don't know why you even need make-up."
"that's such a cheesy answer." y/n giggled while shoving chris playfully. she couldn't deny the blush that crept up on her cheeks so she turned away from him. "we're gonna be late."
chris followed her out to his car and they drove to the pre-selected location.
they were the first two to arrive, sitting on opposite sides of the table and waiting patiently for their dates to arrive.
chris' date showed up 10 minutes later than planned and to y/n, they seemed to be having a great time. she was a little envious of it. but not because of the girl being with chris. she was jealous that he was having a time of his life while her date didn't even bother to show up.
an hour into the date, while chris' date was telling him a joke, he glanced over at y/n. the way she looked so upset broke his heart.
y/n didn't know why she even stayed at the restaurant for as long as she did. she was torturing herself.
"i'm gonna go to the bathroom. be right back." chris' date stood up and headed to the washroom. y/n sighed heavily and chris looked at her again.
"i can't believe your date didn't show up. what a dick."
"it's alright, chris. i was only doing it as a favor for a friend." she stood up slowly. "i'm gonna head home. i'll see you tomorrow."
"no, stay. we can all have fun."
"no. i wouldn't want to intrude. besides, your date doesn't seem to like the fact that i've been hanging around all night."
"she can get over it." chris grabbed her wrist lightly as she went to walk by him. "please stay?"
"sorry, chris. but i'm tired. i should head home."
"at least let me drive you home then, since i drove here."
"i can-"
"you are not getting in an uber with a stranger."
"you can't abandon your date, chris. just because i got ditched, doesn't mean she deserves it too."
"she'll understand." chris stood up. "i can always reschedule with her anyway."
"you're not letting up, are you?"
"fat chance." chris chuckled, earning a smile from y/n.
"hey, what's going on? we leaving?"
"y/n and i are. i'm sorry, elizabeth."
"you're ditching me because she got ditched? what the hell, chris? i thought we were having a good time."
"and we were. but i'm not leaving because y/n got ditched. i'm leaving because she's not feeling well. she's been out of it all day, constantly throwing up and shit." he sighed. "i like you, elizabeth and i really want to see you again."
"you're lucky you're cute." elizabeth cracked a smile and grabbed her purse. "feel better soon, y/n." she offered the girl a smile before disappearing out the door.
"okay, let's get you home." chris guided y/n back to the car and headed back to his place. thankfully for him, nobody was home so nobody needed to question why they were home so early.
y/n got changed into some extra clothes and joined chris on the couch. some random movie was playing on the tv but neither of them cared.
y/n looked over at chris and began to think. she didn't realize she was staring or that she had zoned out until chris snapped his fingers in her face.
"what?"
"i was just checking to see if you were listening to me." chris chuckled. "clearly not."
"sorry. i was just thinking."
"well, you must've been thinking about me because you were staring at me for a while."
"shut up." she looked at him and smiled. "okay, yes i was staring but i wasn't thinking about you."
"then what were you thinking about?"
y/n avoided the question and looked down at her hands before speaking. "why did you ditch elizabeth in favor of me tonight?"
"what do you mean?"
"i was fully capable of getting myself home. i didn't need to be pitied by you."
"whoa. i was not pitying you. have you forgotten the number 1 rule we came up with when we became friends?"
"clearly i have forgotten it, chris!"
"we promised that if we both went somewhere together and one of us wasn't having a good time, we would leave. and you clearly weren't having a good time."
"but tonight could've ended really good for you." y/n glanced over at him. "and i mean really good."
"as in sex?"
"yeah probably. no offense but elizabeth looked like she would've been easy for you."
"well, unfortunately for her, i like a challenge." chris looked up and smirked.
there was something about the way chris looked at her that made her insides burn with desire.
before she knew it, she was pulling him into a kiss. it took chris a second to register what was happening but in no time, he was returning the kiss & pulling her closer.
y/n climbed onto his lap and looked in his eyes.
"tell me this isn't what you want and i'll stop. we can forget this ever happened."
instead of answering, chris went back in for another kiss.
neither of them were drunk when it happened so the fact that they were both sober made it easier to remember the next morning.
y/n was the first one awake. she looked at chris and smiled. he really did look cute when he was asleep.
he opened his eyes not long after that and when he saw y/n staring at him, he couldn't help but smile.
"so, last night really happened, huh?" y/n began to gather her clothes and get dressed. chris did the same and instead of handing y/n the shirt she was wearing last night, he handed her one of his hoodies.
"yeah it did." he looked at her for a moment and then looked back at his feet. "i don't regret it."
"me either. it was fun." y/n smiled. "maybe we could do it again sometime."
"uh, yeah. yeah that sounds good." chris was surprised at the suggestion but agreed to it anyway.
"okay, cool. i'll call you later, chris. have a good day." y/n kissed his cheek and left the room quietly.
their one night turned into many more. they were together more than they were apart and to any outsider, it would seem like a normal romantic relationship. the only people who knew they weren't actually together were y/n and chris.
and that's the way it was supposed to be.
chris knew y/n didn't have the same feelings for him that he did for her but that was okay. he still had her in ways nobody else could.
he wanted to tell her. he tried to but it was never the right time. he always felt the need to tell her after a shitty date but chris could never get the words out before clothes were being thrown around the room.
their hookups after a shitty date happened so often that chris was starting to believe that part of y/n was always picking the shittier men just so she could come over to chris' place and get the release she needed..
he started to feel used and the day he was going to bring it up to her, everything changed.
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IDK IF THIS IS HOW YOU WRITE A REQUEST BUT
Prompt 7 with Luffy? If you can❤️❤️
Prompt Seven | Luffy x Reader |- “Don’t say that to me. That’s not fair.”
A/n: This is apart of my 400 follower event. I've decided the prompt will be more of drabbles, than full fics. Check the prompt list here: 400 follower event
Word Count: 1.3k
Your hands cling fervidly to the pirate captain's wrist. White finger tips dig into his tan flesh. Tears flow down your cheeks in rivers. The sobs distort your voice when you speak. There is a gut wrenching pain at the sound of your request. Your selfish indulgent request.
"Please, don't go Luffy."
It is not a lack of trust that drivers you plea. That has you so desperately imploring the pirate to stay. If Luffy said he is going to win, that is what he is going to do. But did he always have to be the one to do the saving?
Luffy's smile does not waiver. It is still warm. Inviting. Assured.
"Go to the sunny. I'm going to be back." He says with an abhorrent casualness. There is no sense of relief at his promises. No matter how gleefully they are delivered. It does not offer your heart any comfort. If you were a Strawhat, a member of his crew, you would leave. Take his words as the orders they are, in spite of how kindly they're disguised. But you are not his subordinate-
You are his wife.
"Please, Luffy-"
The pirate captain has broken your hold. Is already creating distance before your words reach him.
"I'll be back!" He calls out running in the opposite direction. Into the flames. Chasing the very destruction he is sending you away from. His two wings on either side of him, following his direction. Usopp pulls at your arm, begging your movement. You can't leave. Refuse to leave until Luffy is out of your line of sight. Until it is official- he has left you here.
"Y/n!" The snipper begs.
He doesn't have the words to coddle your feelings. The sense of urgency seems to have no one minding their manners. Once Luffy is gone you allow one last huff to leave your lips . You snatch your arm free from Usopp's grasp. Wipe at your cheeks til the evidence of your tears are gone. Then you follow your husband orders: 'Go to the sunny'
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The booze flows freely, though most of it is being hoarded by the swordsman. Sanji has entrée after entrée coming out the kitchen to assuage the captain's appetite. The deck is full of celebratory singing and laughs.
You wish you could join in on the cheer. Shove your hurt feelings down enough to be with your family, and not sulking on the railings but- here you were. Maybe waiting to see how long it would take your husband to notice your absence. To your surprise it is not long before Luffy's eyes are scanning the deck in search of you. They widen at the sight of you. His smile spreads to the span of his face.
There are two drumsticks in the captain's hands as he approaches. Before he says any words he is extending one out to you. Begrudgingly , you accept. The aroma is much too enticing to let your feelings interfere with your stomach. With no words you chomp away at the meat, leaving Luffy to burrow his eyes into you.
"I was looking for you. Why are you over here? Don't you want to come join the crew?"
"I'm not a part of your crew Luffy!" You snap.
The rubber man's eyebrows furrow into a frown. He doesn't mask the hurt that hearing your words causes. Wears it so blatantly as he stares back at you. The clench your heart makes is reflexive. Hurting the captain is not something you enjoyed doing. Even if it came out of anger.
"Why would you say that?" Luffy questioned. His voice is only a fraction of its usual lively self.
"Because I don't think it's clear. When we got married I told you that I was not going to be a Strawhat. That I was not someone who took orders from you! We're supposed to be partners Luffy, and you left me there alone after I begged you not to go!"
You watch as the captain's hurt expression morphs into one more of confusion. His obliviousness only angers you more. Watching him ponder the thought as though he couldn't recall.
"But- I won."
You don't fight the roll of your eyes at his announcement. Could never diminish the accomplishments of the future pirate King, but his conquest seems to be the only focus of his. The only thing he keeps his promises to.
"You promised me Luffy! … Tell me now do you want a partner, or a subordinate because I refuse to be both."
Luffy opens his mouth to speak but no words fall from his lips. The hesitation makes your heart break. It is your expression that is falling. Turning into something fragile, something broken. Tears claw their way up your throat despite the many swallows to keep them down.
"Luffy, you are so worried about protecting everyone else, but when are you going to protect me ? My feelings ? Or does saving everyone else come before me?"
You hate to guilt trip the pirate. To challenge the wholesome , whole hearted personality you feel in love with. But it is so hard to take a back seat to everything in Luffy's life. His ambition. His Crewmates. His wants. All demanding you make sacrifices, so the pirate king doesn't have to. Sacrifices you have made willingly, with a smile on your face, until now.
"Don't say that to me, that's not fair!" The pirate challenges.
"Fair?" You let out a laugh at his testament. It screams more of disbelief than amusement, but it deepens the pirate's frown all the same. "Luffy, I have given up everything for you, but you can't even prioritize my feelings… that's not fair!"
All the eyes of the strawhat pirates are staring back at you at the end of your rant. Hadn't even realized that you were shouting at their captain in the midst of your anger. In the face of their stares , embarrassment is quick to cascade over you. You can't stand to be on display any longer. With no response from your husband , you go rushing to hide in the shared quarters.
Face buried into the pillows, you sob and sob and sob. So distraught at the idea that you meant the least to the man you have vowed to spend the rest of your life with. 'stupid.'
That is what your friends and family called you when you left home to follow after Luffy. When you told them you loved him too much to ask him to give up his dream for you. To not watch him ascend among the greats like you knew he would. Then it had not bothered you, was willing to be stupid if it meant spending the rest of your life with Luffy. Now-
It echoed so loudly in your mind.
There is no knock prior to the door swinging open. Luffy had no concern for any such formalities, even if he knew you were angry with him. You don't turn to greet him. Couldn't look into his big round eyes just to hear him spout more empty promises.
"Is that really how I made you feel- like I don't care about you?"
"At all." You respond without a beat.
You feel the dip in the bed as Luffy takes a seat. For a moment there is just quiet. An uncomfortable, heavy silence.
"I'm sorry I made you feel that way. I- I didn't know that."
Finally you turn to meet the pirate's gaze. See the sincerity in his eyes. He offers you his hand , pulling you to sit up to face him.
"I know you don't take orders from me." Luffy reaches out to swipe his thumb along your cheek, to wipe away your tears. "I don't want to make you feel that way anymore."
"I know who I married Luffy- I'm not asking you to change-"
"But I was selfish. I'm going to do better." He proclaims.
He takes your cheeks into your hands. Pulls you forward until your lips meet his. This kiss is slow, gentle. Very different from what you were used to receiving from the captain.
"I'm sorry." Luffy mumbles against your lips.
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red carpet debut
jack champion x actress!reader
word count: 605, short blurb!
summary: you and jack deciding to announce your relationship to the world.
you and jack have been dating in secret for the past couple of months. you two met while filming scream vi and were immediately inseparable, spending any free time with each other. you both agreed to lay low because you knew people would believe you were dating for publicity. after these few quiet months, you two felt it was time to go public. and what better time than the premiere of scream six.
getting the final touches of makeup on your skin, you could feel your nerves slowly building up. jack was over getting ready by himself so you couldn't really find a way to calm yourself down. after a couple of minutes you were finally being zipped into your dress. glancing in the mirror you felt beautiful. a voice snaps you out of your trance.
"hey ba-" jack yells out, entering your room.
getting a first glance at you, he stops in his tracks. jaw dropped, eyes wide, and awkwardly stammering.
"hey pretty boy, you okay?" you smile with a slight giggle.
"wow-you. its just- you look so incredible" he replies, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"you dont look too bad yourself" you say, placing your hands on his chest. he very quickly puts his lips onto yours.
"jack!! i just got my makeup done" you pull away as he leans into you.
"i don't care" he replies, taking your hand and spinning you around to get a full look. sneaking one more kiss causing you to laugh.
"okay love birds we gotta go" jenna laughs while exiting the room.
"are you ready?" jack asks grabbing your hands.
"yeah, lets do this" you sigh while giving jack a small smile.
as you began to get closer to the premiere you felt yourself growing more and more anxious. fiddling with your hands in your lap, jack takes notice and grabs your hand to hold it.
"hey it's going to be okay" he reassures, placing a kiss on your forehead.
"i know, im just nervous. what if all the teenage girls attack me" you reply while placing your head on his shoulder.
"i can deal with them it'll be okay" jack laughs leaning against you.
stepping out of the car was honestly a blur. you were immediately hit with flashing lights and screaming fans. looking around in slight fear, jack takes your hand into his. soon enough it was your turn to walk the carpet. as soon as your heels hit the ground photographers and interviewers were screaming your name. feeling your confidence slowly rise, you pose for the cameras. an uproar causes you to turn and see none other than your boyfriend arriving on the carpet. he takes a few solo shots before making his way to you.
"you ready?" he mouths so only you can see.
"as i'll ever be" you mouth back in response.
just a few seconds later jack reaches you, taking your hand into his. immediately everyone is asking questions.
"jack! y/n! are you two a thing??"
"are you guys dating?"
"when did you two become a couple?"
"is jack officially of the market??"
posing for a few more photos you feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders. playing into all the attention you were receiving jack places his hand on your lower back dipping you down. his hand finds his way to your leg, holding you as he places a kiss on your lips. the crowd goes even crazier.
"see, i told you say" he says grinning down at you.
"oh shut up" you giggle, connecting your lips once more.
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Hey bestie! Congrats on 1300!!!!❤️❤️❤️
You deserve every single one of those followers and more!
Could you do the fluff prompt "Let me help you" with Hunter? Maybe the reader is really stressed/burnt out and Hunter just wants to take care of her. (If you wanna do it with a little hurt/comfort flair I definitely wouldn't mind 😂)
Thanks so much!
Thank you so much, my dear!! 💜 I'm happy to count you among my followers and friends!! 🥰
I got uh...slightly carried away with this one towards the end, I'll admit 😅 You'll see what I mean lol
"Emotional Engineering"
34. "Let me help you."
Pairing: Hunter x fem reader
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Becoming an engineer was something you'd wanted since you were a teenager and you were asked in school the kind of career you wanted to pursue. You were smart and really good with ship parts, putting them together and fixing them and such. You thought becoming an engineer would be no problem.
Until you got to engineering school at the Republic Academy.
That was not easy by any means.
You were lucky to get an internship as an engineer working in the Republic shipyards that helped with some things during your schooling, but it still kept you busy and only added a bit more stress.
Then you were assigned to a squad during the war as part of your internship: Clone Force 99.
They were a fun group that you got along well with and they were supportive of your schooling, offering to help however they could. You were glad you got assigned to them...but it didn't help that you found yourself distracted by their leader, Sergeant Hunter.
You were so attracted to him in so many ways, it was almost ridiculous. Your thoughts wandered to him when you were supposed to be studying for exams and you couldn't focus. You imagined what it would be like if he held you...kissed you...roamed his hands and lips over your body....
"Stop that!" you'd say out loud to yourself before smacking your own face to break out of your daydream. You couldn't afford to think like that. One, because you were supposed to be studying and two, he was a soldier and technically, your commanding officer. There was no way he'd be interested in anything like that.
Those distractions paired with the stress of your schooling as well as your work was doing nothing for your physical and mental health.
You found yourself feeling burnt out eventually, pushing yourself to do more when you felt you couldn't go any further. You had to. You couldn't let yourself or your squad down, even if it was costing you sleep and time.
This was something Hunter soon noticed.
Concerned for you, he went to your apartment one day to check on you. When he got there, he saw your door was left unlocked, which was already a sign something was up. He walked inside and announced his presence, seeing you with your head down at your desk.
His voice woke you and you cried out, "Hydrospanner!" Then you groaned, realizing you'd fallen asleep again. This couldn't keep happening. You jumped when you heard Hunter say your name. "Hunter! What...how did you get in here?"
"You left your door unlocked," he told you. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," you said, even though your whole body felt heavy and exhausted. "I'm just trying to study for my final test."
"It looked like you were sleeping instead of studying," he remarked.
You shook your head. "No, really, I'm fine."
He walked up beside you and you had to look away. You were slightly freaking out that you two were alone in your apartment. Then he said, "You're not. You've been pushing yourself and not getting sleep. Don't think I haven't noticed. You should take a break."
"I can't. This test is too important. Once I take this test, I'll officially be an engineer."
"Then maybe I can help you study and keep you focused."
An involuntary squeak sounded from your throat at the proposition. You would be far from focused if he were there. "That won't be necessary, thanks," you replied quickly.
"Your heart rate just spiked," he pointed out. "Are you uncomfortable with me here?"
You whipped around in your chair to look up at him and blurted out, "No, no, it's not that! It's just...well, I...I wouldn't be able to focus at all if you were helping me."
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head curiously. "Why is that?"
You could feel your face turning red and heating up. Guess there was no way out now. "It's because...I'm really attracted to you and part of why I'm struggling is because I'm constantly distracted thinking about you."
His eyebrows rose up in surprise for a moment at your confession. Then he asked you, "What sort of things about me do you think about?"
Your throat closed up and you convulsed slightly in embarrassment as you turned away, not wanting to share the thoughts you'd had about him. What would he even begin to think if he knew?
However, Hunter had been able to sense the rushing of your heartbeat and that gave away everything...which made him smirk with satisfaction.
He knelt down next to you and laid a hand on your shoulder. "Look, sweetheart, you either need a break or you need to keep studying. Either way, I want to be here for you." He reached up with his other hand and gently guided your face so he could look into your eyes. "Let me help you."
The sincerity and care in his voice finally made something break inside you and, before you realized what you were doing, you leaned down and crushed your lips against his, catching him slightly off guard. Just as you were about to pull away, his hand cradled the back of your head and held you in place as he eagerly kissed you in return, which shocked you, but in a good way. Then his hands slid down your body to your thighs, he gripped them and pulled you forward a little, wrapping your legs around his surprisingly thin waist. Once he knew you were secure, one arm wrapped around you and the other came under your leg as he lifted you off the chair and into the air.
Breaking the kiss, he breathed out, his eyes dark with desire, "I'm deciding for you: you're taking a break with me. And that's an order."
Still catching your breath from his amazing kiss, you simply replied, "Yes, sir."
He carried you over to your couch and laid you down on your back. As he climbed over you, he said in a husky voice, "I can help bring all of your fantasies about me to life. I'd love to know the things you think about or imagine about me."
Your whole body went hot at his remarks and you found yourself unable to respond, unable to believe this was really happening.
Brushing some stray hair from your face, he added, "Maybe then, you'll be less distracted and can focus on your test."
"I...think that'll only distract me more," you replied.
He grinned mischievously. "Only one way to find out." Then his mouth found yours once more and his arms pulled you into him, his passion overtaking both him and you.
Needless to say...you ended up passing your final engineering test with flying colors.
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enough for you
title enough for you
pairing mark lee x gender neutral!reader
summary you wanted to be enough for mark, but no matter what you did, you weren't.
warnings angst
word count 1,669
author's note I'M SO SORRYYYY it kills me to write the boys like this pls. as usual, let me know what you think bc it encourages me to continue writing!! reposting from my old blog
"Mark!" You surprised him, showing up at his side as he was busy on his phone, his locker open in front of him. He jumped in surprise, turning his eyes to look wide-eyed at you, and you giggled, "Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you like that."
"It's fine," Mark dismissed, turning back to his phone without another word and you swallowed, refraining from frowning. Glancing around, you saw no one else was close enough to hear the two of you talk or were rather busy with their own conversations.
"Um," you spoke up, bringing his attention back to you half-heartedly, "I did my makeup earlier, do— do you like it?"
Mark's eyes roamed your face, mouth forming into a 'O' as you fought to keep a blush off your face, "Ah, sorry, Y/N, I'm— I'm not really good at compliments."
"Oh," you forced a giggle, blinking at him, "That's fine!" When he didn't say anything else, only grabbing a textbook from his locker and shutting it, you swallowed. Your heart felt heavy in your chest. He could've at least tried. "Um, what class do you have next?"
"Psych," he murmured, "It's on the other side of the building, so I'll see you later. Bye, Y/N." He didn't raise his head from his phone as he walked away, either ignoring or not hearing your calls for him.
"Mark!" You sighed, lowering your head, "My class is right next to Psych, too ..."
"Mark! I got you coffee," you beamed at him, holding out the Starbucks cup for him and his eyebrows rose in surprise, head tilting to the side as he shut his locker.
"Oh? Is it—"
"Americano!" You cut him off, still smiling as he made a noise of surprise and took the coffee from your hands, taking a sip of the drink.
"Oh, thanks, Y/N," he smiled briefly at you before turning around and walking away. Your face dropped, brows furrowing as you watched him walk away from you and up the stairs, clapping one of his friends on the shoulder as they joined him.
"Your boyfriend's an asshole," Yeri crossed her arms over her chest as she showed up by your side, making you jump in surprise.
"Damn, Yeri, sneak up on me, why don't you?" You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned back on the lockers. "I don't— I just don't understand. He wasn't like this before and then as soon as we started actually dating, he did this!"
"He's an asshole," she shrugged, "Simple as that. Drop his ass."
"I can't do that!" You looked at her with wide eyes, "I did so much just to get his attention, like— like reading those damn self-help books just so I could know what the hell he was talking about. If I broke up with him, it'd be over nothing!"
"Mark Lee doesn't deserve your attention," Yeri put her hands on your shoulders, looking you dead in the eye. "OK? There are so much better people out there for you, Y/N Y/L/N. They will deserve your attention because they'll love you for you."
You frowned at her, "I want that to be Mark Lee, though."
Yeri sighed, stepping back, "I know. But— seriously, think about it and don't just shrug it off like you've been doing. I've got to get to class, see you." With a wave, the two of you part and you frown to yourself as you stare down at the tiles of the floor. Was Yeri right? But you had done so much just for Mark to even notice you, and he was so sweet before you two officially got together— what if he was just going through something and didn't know how to tell you?
You shake your head as the bell rang, you wouldn't break up with him. You'd just have to try harder.
Yet even as you tried harder, wearing the brightest, outstanding makeup you could, getting him his coffee in the morning despite the long lines at Starbucks in the morning, sending him lyrics of his favorite songs, or even just trying to contribute to his rambles about his studies— Nothing happened. No kiss, no compliments, no hug, no holding hands, and most importantly— not telling you what was going on!
When he wasn't rambling on about his classes, he was busy on his phone— assumingly texting someone but you never asked, knowing it could've possibly been a family member or just as important. You'd sit by his side at the library as he studied, keeping quiet besides when he'd get frustrated and you'd whisper kind encouragements. You weren't sure if they worked, though, because sometimes, he'd end up collecting his stuff and walking out of the library.
Sighing, you fell back onto your bed with your phone in your hands, Instagram pulled up. Going to the search bar, you hesitated for one second before typing familiar names. The first one was Kang Mina, one of Mark's ex-girlfriends from last year. She was a cheerleader, and quite pretty. You didn't know what they broke up for, but you knew she was his first girlfriend— probably his first everything, too. A frown was placed on your lips as you went to the next girl, Song Hayoung. Hayoung was in the year above the two of you, but you also knew Mark tried really hard to get her attention, for her to even look his way— just like you did ...
At the realization, you hummed before placing your phone facedown on your bed. You tried to remember what else you could remember about their relationship, but you couldn't. Not like you had any time to, either, because your phone started ringing. You flipped it over to see that Mark was calling you and your face brightened up, forcing yourself into a sitting position.
You breathed in and out, "It's OK, just a call." You exhaled one more time before accepting his call, bringing the phone up to your ear and trying your best not to sound so excited, "Hello?" You winced, hearing the high pitched voice on your end.
"Y/N, hey," Mark mumbled and you frowned, hearing the tone in his voice but before you could say anything else, he rushed out, "I want to break up."
The call was silent on both ends for a few seconds. Your heart immediately dropped to your stomach when he said that, your fist clenching around a plushie you had on your bed for comfort as you stared unseeingly at your wall. His voice sounded hesitant when he said your name again, "Y/N?"
"Why?" You swallowed, thankful your voice didn't break with that one word. Not that it mattered, your eyes were already filling with tears, and you were sure it'd be heard the next time you spoke. The first tear fell, and then the others followed in suit.
Mark cleared his throat, "I just— it's not you, really, but I just don't think we're right for each other, you know?" You didn't say anything and he sighed, "I'm really sorry, Y/N. Maybe we can still be—" You didn't let him finish, ending the call abruptly before the first sob ripped through your throat. You hunched over your plushie, holding it to your chest as you started crying louder. Your chest ached with each cry that came out of your mouth, feeling as if someone was holding your heart in their hand and slowly crushing it.
"Y/N?" Your mom didn't even knock, opening the door to your room. You couldn't see her, but from the silence on her end, you knew she was trying to register what she was seeing. "Oh, baby." The simple word had another sob leaving your mouth and a second later, the other side of your bed dipped as she pulled you into her body. Her hand immediately started smoothing out your hair in comfort, "It's alright, it's OK."
"No, it's not!" You hiccuped, feeling more tears escape your eyes as you shook your head, "Mark— Mark ..."
You didn't have to finish your sentence for her to know what was going on, already knowing what you had been doing the past few weeks for the stupid boy. She merely clenched her jaw and started whispering comforting things to you, pulling you more into her chest. It took a few minutes to get you to calm down, but all she had to mention was throwing up and you tried your best to calm yourself down. If there was anything you hated, it was throwing up.
"There," she sighed, pressing a kiss to your head as she wiped your tears away with her sleeve. "Now ... Mark, he broke up with you?" Your bottom lip trembled before you nodded, pressing the side of your head into her shoulder. "Oh, baby ..." She sighed again, "There's always going to be someone better out there for you."
"I know," you mumbled, voice cracking as you recognized the same words Yeri said to you a few days ago, "I just wanted it to be him."
"We all have those people," she frowned, pressing another kiss to your head.
"I should've seen it coming, mom," you sighed, feeling a tear slip from your eye that she immediately wiped away for you, "As soon as we got together, he wasn't the same. It's like— like no matter what I did, I wouldn't be enough for him. And I tried so hard."
"I know you did, baby," she rested her cheek against the top of your head, feeling her own anger rise in her chest for how heartbroken you sounded. "One day, you'll be everything to someone else. They'll love you for you, and you won't have to try so hard to be enough, because just being you will be enough."
"Are you sure?" You mumble into her shoulder.
"You might not see it now, but you will," she rubbed your side. "You'll be enough for them."
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Hypothetically - BuckyBarnes x reader
Hi, this is my first ever post on here so we'll see how it goes I guess. Please interact in anyway that you want to.
Summary: You finally get chosen to go on a mission and become an official Avenger. When you go and tell a certain someone, something unexpected happens.
Warnings: None I think
Word Count: 2017
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Bucky’s sat on the couch in the living room at the Avenger’s Compound, sipping on a bottle of whiskey, staring into space with the same old grumpy look on his face.
I walk into the room and flop myself down on the couch two cushions away from him. “Barnes!” I say excitedly.
His gaze softens when he notices me walk in, only briefly though. The only acknowledgement I get is a slight wave of his bottle saying “hi” in his own Bucky like way.
“What’s up?” I ask him looking at his cranky expression. “Why you so grumpy today?”
He gives me a serious stare for a moment, not looking too happy about me asking. He looks away, looks at me again and then sighs, leaning back into the couch. “Tired. Can’t sleep well.” He says shrugging. “What’s up with you?”
“I am feeling so good today. My day could not possibly get any better.” I smile and then think about why he’s still awake. “Did the nightmares keep you up again?”
“I don’t want to talk about them right now. Wait, you got the invite?” He says looking slightly impressed. “Steve’s finally letting you come? Well I’ll be damned.”
I look down, knowing he doesn’t like to talk about the nightmares, I don’t like to talk about mine either. “Yep, he finally agreed to let me come.”
I see the corner of his mouth turn up slightly and form the smallest genuine smile. I smile to myself, finally breaking through the ice.
“Well congratulations, you’ll finally be an Avenger. Think you can handle yourself?”
“I’ve got superpowers Buck, I’m sure I'll be fine.”
He laughs to himself a little bit. “Don’t get too confident with those powers. Steve is gonna be pissed if you get hurt.” He smiles to himself. “He sees you as a little sister, you know that right?”
“Yeah I know and he’s basically my big brother.”
His smile gets slightly bigger when we begin talking about Steve. “Oh, trust me, he’s so much more overprotective than you realise. You’d be shocked to know how many times he’s gotten worried about you just because you’ve gone somewhere without him.” He says sounding, amused?
“Wait, really?” I say, not knowing he was like this.
He nods. “Oh, you have no idea. Whenever he’s worried, he kinda panics silently for a bit until he finds you. I could see the panic in his eyes when he looks at you, like you’re just so little and vulnerable and he cares for you so much.” - he smiles a little, then shakes his head. “Steve really loves you, doll. You don’t even realise how much you mean to him.”
I smile at what he says “I love him too, he’s basically my brother. Only family I have left.”
“So Steve’s all you have left?” - he asks, now sounding slightly curious.
“Yeah” I say.
Something about this seems to interest him. He puts his bottle down and leans forward even more, looking at me curiously. A small smirk crosses his face, but he doesn’t say anything more yet. He just keeps staring, waiting for me to keep talking.
I take a deep breath and begin talking “My parents died 10 years ago when I was 14. I accidentally got these powers a year later during one of the many alien invasions. Two years later when I was 17, Steve found me and helped me learn about and to control my powers, he brought me to the tower and now it’s seven years later and we’re still close”
He leans back with his hands on his knees and stares at me for a whole minute before finally nodding his head a little. He leans back and finally speaks quietly and hesitantly. “So… you’ve known Steve for over 7 years now?”
“Yeah, somewhere around that.”
He seems more interested, now that he knows just how long we’ve known each other. His expression remains neutral, though, as if he thinks he has no right to seem too curious about my relationship with Steve.* “That’s… long. So he’s basically been like a guardian to you all this time?”
“Yep, brother, mentor, best friend all of it” I say smiling, thinking of all the memories with Steve over the years.
He stays silent for a long moment before finally letting out a small, soft smirk. “It sounds like he means a lot to you.” - he says, sounding almost serious for once.
“He means everything to me”
Something about this seems to finally break down his usual wall of tough guy emotions. He doesn’t sound grumpy anymore and he seems like he’s actually interested in my relationship with Steve. Maybe even a little curious about how much I value him. He takes his bottle again and takes a long sip.
“What’s up?” I ask curiously
He seems to snap back to reality quickly and clears his throat before shaking his head and looking away. “Don’t worry about it. Just some stupid thoughts.”
“Bucky, tell me.”
He seems hesitant to tell me for some reason. He hesitates for a few seconds before finally nodding his head and letting it out. “You’re telling me that Steve is one of the most important people in your life. So what if…” - he trails off, and his voice gets quieter. “What if you developed some romantic feelings for him?”
I shudder, “ew, no, gross, absolutely not. He’s my brother that is ew”
He lets out a tiny sigh of what seems like relief before smiling at me with a little chuckle. “Good. Good. I was hoping that would be your answer.” He leans back again, letting out another sigh. “But how do you keep from falling for the guy? I mean… it’s Steve Rogers we’re talking about.”
“Because he’s Steve.” I say, “he’s so annoying and overprotective and, just no, I could never see him that way.”
He seems to be trying not to laugh. He sniffs a little but it’s easy to see where the amusement is coming from. “I never thought I’d hear someone complaining about Steve Rogers, doll. Usually he gets all the girls.”
“Well he doesn’t have me” I say laughing.
He laughs as well, but in a more genuine way. “He’s not your type, I take it?” - he says, trying to keep the teasing out of his voice. But he can’t quite help it as he leans forward once again, eyeing me up and down for a second.
“He’s definitely not my type”
“You got a type or anything?”
I pause and think for a minute. Do I risk telling him and worry about being rejected? I push those thoughts to the back of my mind and continue. “Brunette, blue eyes”
His eyebrow goes up in curiosity. “Well well. Sounds like you’d like a certain someone I know.” - he says, raising his chin just a little bit while eyeing me. There’s a bit of amusement in his voice.
“Oh really?”
He stays quiet for a moment, waiting to see if I can make the connection yourself, but I have no idea. After another moment he finally leans back and smiles a little. “You know a certain magical guy?"
I pause to think for a moment, and then it hits me “Wait, Doctor Strange?!”
He nods his head and leans back. There’s a small smirk on his face, but he stays quiet.
“No, I’m definitely not into him like that”
His smirk grows, “You sure? He’s got the exact description you gave. And he’s quite the ladies man too, you know.” - he says, almost teasingly.
“It’s definitely not him. Plus there’s someone else around here with the same description.”
He stays silent for a few moments and raises his eyebrows once again. “…and who would that be?”
“You really don’t know?”
His eyes narrow just a little in curiosity “Why don’t you tell me?” - he says, leaning forward.
“Well,” I say feeling brave. “This guy I like also has a metal arm.”
The second I mention the metal arm, he just chuckles and shakes his head silently for a second. He leans back again, raising his brows as he smirks a little. "Oh really? That’s funny, because now that I think about it, the guy you’re describing sounds a lot like me."
“Does it? Really?” I say, pretending to act shocked.
He nods his head. “Yeah. I do have a metal arm and I’m a brunette. And I think my eyes might just be the right shade of blue.” - he chuckles a little as he leans forward, continuing to grin at me.
“Your eyes are very blue”
He smiles even wider when I say that. But he tries to hide it a little by leaning back once again, trying to act casual. “They are? Well then, I guess I fit the description, huh.” - he says with a smirk.
I laugh for a second “I can’t believe you thought I was into Steve”
He chuckles again when I mention that. He lets out one short laugh before going silent again. “Oh come on, that’s funny. A young girl like you, hanging around an older guy like Steve all the time. It’s not that unusual that I thought you were having a thing for him.” - he says with a small smile. The corner of his mouth even creeps up slightly. “You’re really not into him though?”
“I’m really not into him”
“So… does that mean you might consider me then? I mean, you said it’s your type and I definitely fit the description.”
I open my mouth to say something and my phone rings “Oh shoot it’s Steve, I should probably answer this.”
He seems oddly disappointed by that, even though he acts surprised and amused that Steve’s calling you. “Yeah, you should probably take that.”
“You know what, he can wait” I say and reject the phone call.
“You know, not many people have the guts to just ignore Captain America and get away with it.”
“Yeah well I’m his sister so he has to deal with it”
He nods for a second. “Yeah, you got a point I guess. But let me ask you something.” He leans forward and speaks in a soft, almost whispery way. “So… do you think you could get away with ignoring me as well? Just as a hypothetical, of course.”
Without thinking I say “I don’t think I’d ever ignore you Barnes”
He lets out a small chuckle and leans back as his smile grows slowly. He nods his head for a moment and looks around slightly. After a few moments of silence, he leans forward with a small smirk again. “So… just as a hypothetical, then, what would you do if I were to ask you out?”
I laugh slightly and decide to be bold. “Hypothetically, I’d say yes”
His eyes widen a little as he lets out another small laugh. He raises his eyebrows as he leans forward again with the same little smug smile on his face. “Hypothetically, right. You know, as a hypothetical… I *might* consider asking you out if you keep this energy up.”
“I’d really like that” I say before quickly adding, “hypothetically of course.”
“So, again hypothetically, how would you feel if I kissed you right now.”
“Do it.” I say
“You didn’t add a hypothetical on the end.” He says shocked.
“I didn’t mean it hypothetically.” I say smiling up at him.
His smile widens a tiny bit before he leans in towards me, and when his lips touch mine, he kisses me softly, but passionately, holding back nothing in this moment. I can tell by the way he's kissing me how much he enjoys this moment and actually wanted to do it. He is not holding back. He lets his hands wrap around me now and pulls me even closer to him.
I pull away and rest my forehead on his. “Oooh you just kissed your best friends little sister” I laugh “Steve’s gonna be madddd”
He closes his eyes “Shit.”
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Hello, I hope you have a lovely day! I just binge read your writings and they are soo well! You are bad doing God's work!
I'm not sure if you would do this but could I please ask you to write something about mizu x painter!reader? Reader is going across various noble people to paint for them and mizu is hired to basically protect her on her journeys back and forth?
Much love <3
pairing: mizu x fem!painter!reader
warning(s): light swearing
a/n: traveling painter who just says the most out of pocket, horny shit to mizu who never notices
word count: 764 words / 4,144 characters
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you certainly liked her more than other guards, that was sure.
she was quiet, respectful--and actually good at protecting you.
and she was quite cute, so that was a plus. something nice to look at, maybe even paint, someday. she definitely had the patience for it.
you were trudging through the snow capped forest, holding your traveling easel that you had insisted on carrying yourself, even if mizu had offered to do it for you.
you throughly enjoyed having her around. much more pleasant than your last few guards. not that you didn't thank them, they died protecting your ass.
but mizu had managed to do all that and more for you. she would stay up and tend the fire, even if she were tired. you ever wondered if there was another reason for all she did for you.
yet you couldn't see through those stoic, ice cold blue eyes.
"(y/n)," she hisses from behind, grabbing you by your collar and pulling you in-between some bushes. her blue eyes trained carefully on whatever "threat" was approaching. a group of four men, carrying what looked to be the princess of kyoto.
that's where you were headed. kyoto. the princesses father had asked for a painting, and so you traveled from your home in edo to kyoto to meet and paint the man.
you never quite enjoyed painting men. women were always your preferred subject matter, in all forms.
when they had gone, you came out of the bushes, and headed straight for the gates of kyoto. and even though you were a woman, you had a pass. you were here on official business of their leader.
and if they didn't let you in--well, that's what mizu was for.
though you got in without a hitch, heading straight for the kings place. you smile, all the pretty scenery just filled your mind with ideas for paintings..
"mizu?" you call for her, seeing her gaze is rested elsewhere. down the cobbled road. men of shindo dojo, she was looking at. her head snapped up, heading back toward you. your expression softened, "if you have somewhere to be, I'll be fine for a few hours."
she seemed hesitant, to leave you alone.
"I'll be here by nightfall," she said softly, turning down the staircase, "keep your cards close, please. I do not need you to end up dead when I return."
you chuckle at her words, "ill survive a few hours with the brat king."
she sighed, "you better."
and with that, she turned away from you. you too disappeared, into the fortress of what the nobles called home.
you spent your time til nightfall painting the portrait of the king, every brushstroke felt like one tik of the clock.
when you climbed into bed, the door finally fell open.
mizu.
and she was bleeding.
you rushed to her side, holding her shoulder to try and clot the bleeding.
"what.. what in the world happened? where.. did you go, mizu?" you narrow your eyes, pulling off her navy blue overcoat. you tore through the fabric, revealing the deep wound on her shoulder.
"to shindo dojo," she replied, her voice husky.
"why in the world would you go there?" you hiss, cleaning up her wound as gently as you could.
"to collect information," she said blankly, as if you knew what she was talking about.
"for what?! mizu, you're being weird," you yelp, obviously worried out of your mind for her. "tell mm what in hell is going on."
"I have a vow, (y/n), to kill all white men in japan at the time of my birth." she sighs a shaky breath, "I needed to know where heji shindo is. and I know now."
"what does that mean? are you.." your voice trails off, "just going to leave me?"
she adverts her gaze, "I was going to return you to edo and be on my way."
"no," you shake your head. "no."
".. no?" her eyes narrow. "you can't stop me from leaving. I will drag you to edo, if need be."
you chuckle a little, "I mean im not leaving you--and you're not leaving me," you reply, dressing her wound. "you can't go on some weird.. vow, by yourself."
"your work," she whispers. "how will you get that done?"
"well, if im not in edo, I can't exactly receive requests, can I?" you arch an eyebrow, gazing down at her.
"no," she mumbles.
"exactly," you smile softly. "I can make us money by doing paintings, along the way."
"okay," she whispers, her voice soft. "we'll leave tomorrow."
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#mizu x you#mizu blue eye samurai#mizu x reader#mizu#blue eyed samurai#fic#fanfic#fanfiction#ask#asked and answered#x reader#request#fic request
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I have a Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Reader request. Ok so the reader admits to Sebastian that she always fantasizes about Bucky doing dirty things to her and Sebastian gives her what she’s been fantasizing about🥵
I came across your writing not too long ago and I just wanted to let you know how much I love it🩵
I think of him when I'm with you
PAIRING | Boyfriend!Sebastian Stan x Girlfriend!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | ~ 950 words
SUMMARY | Sebastian accidentally finds out you're reading Bucky Barnes fanfiction, and even though he's not sure what to feel initially, he's slowly warming up to the idea. When you finally reveal your deepest fantasies, he invites you over to the set of his latest Marvel movie and makes every last dream come true. In character, of course.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Use of pet names (doll, prinţesă), smut (unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cockwarming).
A/N | Thank you so much for this request, @sergeantbarnessdoll; this unlocked some fantasies I didn't even know I had, so thank you! Also, I want to thank you for the sweet compliment; small comments like that make my day! 🖤
A/N 2.0 | Thank you so much to @avengersfantasies for giving me with this idea; I couldn't have made it into what it is now without you!
Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚
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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist
''Babe, can I use your laptop for a bit?'' you ask as you walk into the bedroom where Sebastian is getting ready for his half-day shooting.
''Of course, prinţesă,'' he says, and you feel butterflies in your stomach at the name. You adore it when he talks Romanian, which makes your knees go weak instantly.
''Thank you!'' you say before heading to his office and grabbing his laptop, since yours is still at the Apple Store to be repaired. You can't live without Bucky fanfiction, so you're eager to continue reading the series you've been hooked on for a while.
You plop yourself down on the couch and log in to Tumblr, ready to continue where you left off a few days ago. This time, you finish the entire series, and you're about to delete the browser history when someone calls you, and you forget all about the laptop.
Later that day, you've returned to Sebastian's office since yours is repaired again, and you're picking it up right before Sebastian's about to come home, so you decide to grab take-out on your way home.
''Hi, prinţesă,'' Sebastian says as you walk into the door and put your stuff down, ready for a hug and a much-needed kiss, too.
''How was your day? Done anything... interesting?'' he asks with a hint of mischief, though you don't seem to notice it.
''It was good; I did some work and picked up my laptop,'' you say, and he quirks a brow, knowing you've been reading on Tumblr instead of working.
''Work, you say...'' Sebastian says before he opens up his laptop, and all color drains from your face as you see what he's referring to.
''S-Seb, i-it's not what you think!'' you try, but Sebastian gets a smirk that tells you everything you need to know; he's just as much into this as you are.
''I believe it's exactly what I think it is, prinţesă,'' he says as he pushes you against the counter behind you, caging you in as he leans in closer, ghosting his lips over yours.
''Meet me at my trailer tomorrow at 1:30 PM, and I'll give you exactly what you've been fantasizing about,'' he says, and a moan escapes your lips as he attaches his to your pulse point, making your legs feel like jelly under you.
It's the next day, and you're standing in front of Sebastian's trailer with some lunch like he asked and you knock a few times before the door swings open, and your breath hitches as you see him in full costume.
''Come in, doll,'' he says before stretching his hand out for you to grab and walk into the trailer. Your mouth is still open as you take it and look him over because he looks incredible.
''S-Seb-''
''Call me Bucky, doll. I don't know who this 'Seb' is,'' he says in air quotes, and that's when it dawns on you what he's doing. He's leaning into your fantasies, turning you on beyond belief.
He pulls you onto the couch, and you're straddling him, your soaked panties pushing against his hard cock, and you can tell he is as much into this as you are.
''You're beautiful, doll, and I can't wait to know what you taste like,'' he says before attaching his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as you grind against him.
His hands - one warm and one cold - pull up your dress until it's over your head and on the floor, and he can take in the black lingerie you're wearing, Sebastian's favorite.
A deep grunt escapes his throat as he sees the lace adorning your body, and before you know it, he lifts you and takes his cock out, sliding it deep into you with little to no prep.
''Oh, Bucky!'' you moan as you're leaning into your fantasies, only making you wetter.
''Who's making you feel so good, doll? Huh? Let everyone hear who's making his doll feel so fucking good she's going crosseyed,'' he whispers in your ear.
''B-Bucky! You're fucking me so good!'' you say as you keep bouncing up and down, his hands finding your nipples and playing with them through the lace of your bra.
''Such a perfect doll for me, my perfect fuckdoll,'' he grunts as he grabs your ass with both hands and sets the pace, fucking you hard, and you cum quickly after, followed shortly by Sebastian.
''Hmm, thank you for making me feel so good, Bucky. Can't wait to do this again,'' you say as you nuzzle into his neck when you're both coming down from your highs.
''No, thank you, doll, for making me feel special. And say hi to Seb for me,'' he says with a big smile as you keep sitting on his dick, you love to cockwarm him for as long as possible.
You've fallen asleep after Sebastian rubbed your back for a little while, and when his assistant walks in without knocking, he gets the sight of his life.
''Oh, fuck! I'm sorry! I didn't know,'' he starts, but Sebastian cuts him off.
''Don't worry, it's just Y/N, and she's taking a little nap. I'll be with you shortly,'' Sebastian says, and his assistant quickly runs out of the trailer, and when he slams the door shut, you jolt awake.
''Welcome back to earth, prinţesă,'' he says before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, and when he has to go again, he helps you get dressed and plants one more passionate kiss before he leaves.
''I can't fucking wait to do that again because this was amazing,'' he says, and with that, you're on your way home, still recovering a little from everything that just happened.
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— beside you: c.bg
— pairing: idol bf!beomgyu x fem!reader
— genre: slight angst, fluff
— word count: 2082
— disclaimers: none
— synopsis: being on tour, all beomgyu wanted was to be beside you. he did all he could to make time pass, but did he ever consider how you felt?
— series masterlist
— author's note: honestly, this wasn't my best work but i felt like i needed to get this out to get the series going. :( hope you still enjoy it though! ♥ (edited 6/30/23), (re-edited 12/31/23)
You checked your phone yet again that evening, a sigh escaping your lips – one of many that night. Your message had been sent at noon, delivered by 2 pm, but it remained unread.
The official TXT Twitter had confirmed they'd wrapped up their show in Houston, and as midnight ticked closer, you couldn't help but wonder why Beomgyu hadn't replied yet. You let out a self-deprecating chuckle, the sting of unshed tears blurring your vision as you stared at your phone screen.
You and Beomgyu hadn't been going out for long. You two met months ago since you worked at the game store he often frequented, but you only officially got together right before he went on tour. You knew dating an idol would be hard, but you couldn't ignore your feelings for him.
You supported everything he did and were ecstatic to hear he was going on tour. Everything went well in the beginning, Beomgyu messaged you when he woke up and sent photos of everything he ate, but stopped a few days ago when they arrived in New York. Sure, you understood the time difference and their busy schedules, but it suddenly took him over a day to reply, even if he was actively responding on Weverse.
"'Message me whenever,' my ass," you snickered, repeating the words he told you as they were leaving Seoul to start their world tour. You wiped your tears away, switched your phone off, and headed to bed, a thousand scenarios rushing through your head.
"Are we leaving yet?" Beomgyu groaned in the van, checking the time. "C'mon, let's get going, people!"
"Jesus Christ, what's the rush?" Yeonjun snapped, glaring at the younger boy from the front.
"He's just anxious to finish everything and return home," Soobin chuckled. "Y/N is waiting for him and all."
Kai snickered, nudging Soobin playfully. "I'll bet he's been bombarding her with those cheesy kissy emojis."
"Of course, he has! Have you seen all the stuff he bought her? I bet he's sent a billion photos to show off," Yeonjun joined with a mischievous smirk as he faced Beomgyu. He didn't expect the silence that followed. No snide remarks, no banter, just silence as Beomgyu started at the phone in his hand.
"Uhh, are you ok, Beomgyu?" Soobin asked after a brief pause.
"Am I supposed to be doing that?" Beomgyu asked, looking up at the boys who stared right back at him.
"You mean the texts?" Taehyun asked in return, confused at why the atmosphere had gotten serious. Instead of a goofy 'gotcha!' or joke, the older boy just nodded.
"Well, don't you want to show her everything you're experiencing abroad?" Yeonjun questioned. He always sees Beomgyu on his phone and assumes he is texting you. "Don't tell me you haven't been texting her?"
Before Beomgyu could respond, their manager gets into the front seat announcing their schedule for the day. Soobin and Yeonjun looked at each other, a bit worried at how Beomgyu had reacted earlier.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Soobin asked as they returned to their shared hotel room, Yeonjun following behind them. Though Beomgyu seemed normal throughout their schedule, something felt off. The older boys noticed how Beomgyu stared at his phone throughout the day.
"Yeah," Beomgyu answered, smiling a little bit. "I couldn't understand some of the questions during the interview earlier, but I think my English is improving!"
Yeonjun wasn't convinced. "We're not talking about the interview. You've seemed… off."
"What do you mean?"
"The conversation this morning seems to have bothered you," Soobin explained. "So we just wanted to make sure you're ok."
"Yeah, I'm ok, but I do miss Y/N a lot," Beomgyu chuckled, his voice cracking a little as he finished his sentence. Yeonjun was about to tease him about it, but he held it back when he saw Beomgyu's eyes glaze over.
"It can't be that bad," Yeonjun comforted. "Don't you guys call each other at night? It's not like you can't see each other."
"I haven't called Y/N in a while," Beomgyu admitted. That's when it clicked in Soobin's mind. He had been sharing the room with Beomgyu through their tour, but he had yet to see him on the phone with you since the New York stop.
"Did you guys break up?" Soobin cautiously asked. But it didn't make sense to him because he had just seen Beomgyu buy you a new pair of earrings when they were out yesterday.
"No! Of course not!" Beomgyu exclaimed, jumping up from where he was sitting on the bed, panic evident in his voice. "What made you say that?"
"Listen," Yeonjun sighed, pushing Beomgyu to sit back down on the bed. "If you don't tell us what's going on, we can't help you."
Beomgyu stared at the two boys standing in front of him, contemplating whether or not he should tell them. After a minute or two, he sighs in defeat and opens his messages with you.
y/n ♥ - 7/17/2022 - 22:00 i just had lunch~ did anything interesting happen in houston? miss you lots, hope today's show went great! x
"Choi Beomgyu, these are from last night," Yeonjun's rebuke was stern as he held the phone. Soobin's brows furrowed as he read more of your one-sided conversation.
y/n ♥ - 7/14/2022 - 10:00 it's midnight here now, i hope i'm not texting at a bad time. :)
y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 13:00 it's 1pm there, you must be busy preparing for tonight's show. break a leg! i'm heading to bed since i have an exam in the morning. i miss you. xx
y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 17:00 good morning from my side of the world! don't forget to take the probiotics i packed for you!
me - 7/15/2022 - 22:00 hey, y/n! hope your exam went well! the last few shows went great. we'll be heading to houston soon.
y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 22:10 it did! the professor was nice enough to give us extra point but i think i barely passed. :))
y/n ♥ - 7/15/2022 - 23:30 you must be asleep, sleep well! xx
y/n ♥ - 7/16/2022 - 07:00 sorry for texting this early in the morning, but i just wanted to say good night. i miss you. x
"Did you really only reply once out of all these messages?" Yeonjun's disbelief was evident. "Honestly, I'm surprised she's still waiting around."
"So much for missing Y/N," Soobin commented, handing the phone back with disappointment. "How could you leave her hanging like this?"
"I do miss her," Beomgyu's words were muffled by the mattress. "But every time we talked, I just… missed her more. I thought if I messaged her less, time would fly by, and the tour would end sooner."
Yeonjun shook his head, sitting beside Beomgyu. "That's selfish, man. You're not the only one in this relationship. Y/N understood what dating an idol entails, and she signed up for it."
Soobin chimed in, "She knew about the distance, the crazy schedules, the secrecy. She was prepared to deal with all that."
"Maintaining a relationship takes effort, especially in our line of work," Yeonjun added. "You need to balance your career and your personal life. And you can't just wish the tour away."
Silence hung heavy as Beomgyu processed their words. Eventually, he nodded. "You're right. I'm sorry for worrying you guys."
"We're not the ones you should be apologizing to," Yeonjun pointed at the phone.
As if on cue, your message popped up, and Beomgyu's face lit up, only for his expression to fall as he read it.
y/n ♥ - 7/18/2022 - 19:00 beomgyu, i think we need to talk.
"You dumbass," Yeonjun facepalmed.
"Talk to her. Just be honest," Soobin advised, allowing Yeonjun to cool down for a second. "I'm sure you can fix this."
"You better! How many times we've stuck our asses out to cover for you when you snuck out to meet Y/N! Don't let it go in vain!" Yeonjun scolded, raising his voice.
After asking Soobin and Yeonjun for some privacy and replying to your message with a 'call you in 5 minutes', Beomgyu spent the next few minutes scattering his brain, thinking of an excuse for his stupid behavior.
"Hey," Beomgyu's voice was soft as he greeted you, a tentative smile on his face.
"Hey," you returned the greeting, managing a smile despite the whirlwind of nerves inside you. You had braced yourself for a conversation that might end everything, especially after the silence on his end.
"Gyu, I just—" you started.
"I'm sorry—" he blurted out at the same time, and you both paused, a brief moment of laughter breaking the tension.
"Sorry, go ahead," you urged, your heart pounding against your ribs.
Beomgyu took a moment, his eyes cast downward. "I owe you an apology for the way I've been lately," he confessed, visibly uneasy. "I’ve been delaying my replies to your messages on purpose… I thought if I didn’t read them right away, time would pass faster and I'd be back with you sooner."
Your mind went blank, his words not quite computing.
"Y/N?" His voice pulled you back.
"Sorry, can you repeat that?" You blinked away your confusion.
Beomgyu repeated his apology, his half-smile tinged with regret. "I've been missing you so much, I thought I could make the tour go by faster. I never meant to ignore you or make you feel unimportant."
"I was so scared, I thought it was about me," you admitted, tears well up in your eyes as he expresses his feelings. The anxiousness you felt the last few days dissolved into nothing.
"No, Y/N," Beomgyu denied in a panic. "I handled it all wrong, I thought you would be lonely there while I was out here."
"Dummy, I'm so happy you're out there seeing the world. You've wanted this for so long," you tell him. "I'm sorry if I'm coming off as clingy. I just wanted to make sure you're taking care of yourself. You should enjoy being on the road as much as you can."
"Baby, sorry should be the last thing you say," Beomgyu sadly shakes his head. "I promise I'll communicate better from now on."
"Thank you, Beomgyu," you said, feeling a wave of warmth at his words.
"So, to more important things," Beomgyu exclaims, setting his phone down on the table and standing up from where he sat to riffle through his luggage. "Look what I got us! Matching beanies!!!"
You two talk for the next few hours until Yeonjun begs him to go to sleep.
"Good night, Y/N," Beomgyu smiled, looking at your face through the screen as you lay in bed. "I'll let you know when I finish my schedule tomorrow. I love you."
Your heart skipped a beat. You hadn't exchanged those words before the tour, and hearing them now felt monumental.
"I love you too, Gyu," you responded, your voice a whisper.
From off-screen, Yeonjun's voice chimed in, half teasing, half pleading, "Great, lovebirds. Now can we please sleep?"
With a shared chuckle, you both said your goodbyes, closing the call with reluctant smiles.
The screen went dark, and the quiet of your room enveloped you. Beomgyu's words echoed in your heart, a soothing balm to the ache of the past few days. Despite the distance, you felt closer to him than ever, knowing that love could bridge the gap between continents.
Meanwhile, Beomgyu lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling with a contented sigh. The weight of his worry had lifted, replaced by a promise to do better, to be the partner you deserved, even from halfway across the world.
There was a soft knock at his door, and Soobin peeked in, a knowing smile on his face. "All good?" he whispered.
Beomgyu nodded, his smile a mirror of Soobin's. "Yeah, all good. Thanks, hyung."
Yeonjun's voice floated in from the hallway, teasing but warm, "Now get some sleep, Romeo. We've got another big day tomorrow."
The room settled into silence as Beomgyu drifted off to sleep, a single thought comforting him into dreams: 'I love you too, Y/N.' It was a simple phrase, yet it held the power of his entire world.
And so, the night passed, with both you and Beomgyu holding onto the love that had been reaffirmed, a love that would continue to grow with each passing day, no matter the distance, even if you weren't beside each other.
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Could you do Billie Eilish asking r out
A (not so) bad day
billie eilish x fem! reader
a day that is supposed to be horrible takes unexpected turns, after you accidentally bump into a certain singer
author's notes: thank you so much for requesting, I really appreciate it! sorry if this is not what you wanted, I really hope you like it though! once again, english is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes, enjoy❤️
warnings: a bit of cursing, but mostly fluff
Chaotic. That was the only way to define today. You know that saying that 'nothing is so bad that it cant get worse'? So, that saying has proven true today.
I woke up 30 minutes late, spilled the coffee in my white clothes, missed the bus, and now I'm here, standing in front of the bland beige door, waiting for my boss to decide to call me to give me some more of his scolding.
Bad luck. That's the only word that can describe my day, or rather, my week.
Everything that could go wrong, did;
I'm in the midst of a series of catastrophic events ranging from the simplest, like knocking my butter breakfast bread to the floor — with the butter-covered part facing down, of course — to the more serious, like being threatened with losing my job by my annoying, weird boss.
I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I see the door in front of me open and the middle-aged man walk out of the room - which looks more like a chain saddle.
"Well, well, it looks like you've decided to be late again?" the wretch says.
As if I'd choose to miss my bus, spill coffee on my white blouse, and wake up late.
"That way I'll have no option but to fire you," he repeats the same words he's been saying to me for so long.
Son of a bitch.
"Sir, please! I promise it won't happen again, I love my job!" I lied.
"I'm sorry, but you're officially fired," he announces, as if announcing me as an Oscar winner. I take a deep breath, count to a thousand, take another deep breath and, with all the calmness in the world, say: "FUCK YOU!" I throw my badge on the floor, and walk towards the office door, ignoring all the crooked looks directed at me, and leave that musty-smelling place.
I didn't even like it there!
My God, how am I going to pay my bills? Fuck that old cuckold.
Fuck that old-man
Oh my God, I'm going to have to sell my computer.
I hated my. co-workers anyway.
My God, my computer.
All thoughts were running. through my head in a whirlwind when suddenly I bump into someone in front of me and fall to the ground.
THAT'S ALL I NEEDED!
Without even noticing who it was, I quickly stand up muttering something like, 'I'm sorry'; and I offer my hand to the stranger sitting on the floor.
And it is at that moment that, with my hand outstretched, I begin to notice the victim of my lack of attention.
The stranger wore a black blouse with white stripes — or white with black stripes - and black shorts. Her beautiful hair had the roots dyed red, while the rest was dark brown.
I could have sworn I knew her from somewhere.
It's very sudden when I feel her warm touch on my hand - which remained stretched - and I feel the girl partially throw her weight on me to get up.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I should be more careful" she says, with an embarrassed smile.
"I'm the one who apologizes! I've been walking around thinking about nothing and ! ended up bumping into you" I say,
scratching the back of my neck.
"Are you okay? You hit it really hard against the floor" was only when the girl tells me that I notice my throbbing hip.
"I'm great!" I lied knowing full well that the last thing I was in right now was 'great'. "Hm, so, you live here?" the stranger says, acting as if she wants to continue a conversation.
I don't have anything better to do, after all, why not talk?
"No! I live in my house," say, internally cursing myself for the terrible attempt at a joke.
Anyway, she laughed, and I felt my. embarrassment soon go away when I heard the good sound of that laughter.
"Oh got it, you're the funny type, then?"
she asks me, clearly joking.
"That's what they say"
We stare at each other for a while when very quietly, I hear the click of a camera. The girl seems to hear the same thing as I do, when she suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me nto the convenience store next to us.
What the fuck is going on?
She pulls me further into the store and 'hides' behind a food rack.
Holy shit, is she being followed?
My God, could it be that she's a serial killer and I recognized her because of that?
Holy shit, I'm too young to die.
What if...
I am interrupted from my mental breakdown at the sound of his voice.
"Hm, I'm sorry about that. You know how it is, right? Paparazzi are everywhere."
My God, I was right.
She's a serial killer and I'm her next victim. "Are you going to kill me?" my eyes widen as I ask.
"What?" she says to me, visibly confused, "my. name is Billie! I'm a singer."
I let myself take a deep breath when I hear what Billie tells me. Well, at least I won't die today.
"Hey, I really enjoyed talking to you, and I wanted to meet you again" she says, looking deep into my eyes "what do you think about going to a coffee shop with me one of these days?"
Is she asking me out on a date?
"Like a date?"
"Yes!"
"I want to!" I reply promptly, and watch as she rummages through her purse for a pen.
"Here!" She finally finds a blue fine-tipped pen, pulls out my hand, and writes something.
Before I can process what was happening, I feel a small kiss being left on my cheek and watch her walk out of the store with her head down.
When I look into my hand, I read:
"Cafeteria 221B, Baker Street;
03/22, at 9:00 pm.
See ya<3"
Maybe today wasn't such a bad day after all.
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Request : can you do one which shows how you met trent and started dating him? like a throwback i guess which shows how they met through another footballer possibly xx
Memory Lane
WARNINGS: none :)
Word Count: 2.0k
this request was so cute I had so much fun writing it :)
Fluff
You'd only made things official just under two years ago, but it still felt like the two of you had been together your entire lives; there was no one who you felt more at home with than Trent, who was watching you carefully as you remained zoned out, staring at the carpet in front of you.
You were both in bed, him scrolling through his phone just about to go to sleep as you sat up next to him, reading but not currently interested in the book because your mind was else where.
'What are you thinking about?' He asked, as he noticed you staring into space.
'Hmm?' You asked, wanting him to repeat himself.
'You've been frozen for a few minutes, what's on your mind?' He repeated, patting his lap for you to fall into it, slotting yourself between his legs as he placed the duvet over the two of you for you to talk; one of your favourite parts of the day was the conversations you'd have late at night.
'I was just remembering the day we met.' You revealed, smiling as memories flooded back to you instantly.
'Do you remember the day?' He questioned, curious.
'My memory is a little rusty, what about you?' You wondered, making him laugh as he nodded.
'Like it was yesterday to be honest.' He told you, truthfully.
'Enlighten me then.' You demanded, finding it admirable he could recall something like this.
'Well.. It was that day of the match..' He started, getting you to picture the day, knowing instantly exactly what he was talking about.
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You'd known Marcus for a while now; since before he turned pro due to you attending the same school.
Not only that but you got along great with his girlfriend, who in this case had begged you to accompany her to the United Vs Liverpool game, forcing you to sit in Rashy's box even though everyone was aware you supported Liverpool.
You were happy to cheer Marcus on too however, who managed to score a goal even if the game ended up being in Liverpool's favour, allowing them to win 2-1.
You were over the moon, hoping to hide your enthusiasm when you went to see Marcus after the game, spotting him chatting away to presenters whilst you both patiently waited for him to finish, stood incredibly near to the Liverpool players who were still celebrating with each other.
You noticed one of the players also giving an interview after a Man of the Match performance from two assists, and you recognised him to be Trent Alexander-Arnold from all the times you’d seen him play before.
It wasn't until you were nudged by your friend to get going that you realised you were gawking directly at him, which he must have noticed too as he gave you a cocky wink before you looked away, embarrassed.
You noticed Marcus go into the tunnel, with the Liverpool player closely following behind as you both also made a move for it, mainly so that Marcus' girlfriend could give him some words of encouragement post match.
You stepped to the side, noticing Marcus deep in conversation with Trent, congratulating each other on their achievements in the game as it was the first game of the season, all whilst you waited for them to finish.
'You played amazing.' Your friend told Marcus, comforting him as you approached them and said pretty much the same, Trent still stood there too.
'Bet you're buzzing.' Joked Rashy, noticing you trying to hide your grin.
'Of course I am, you did play great though.' You assured him, with a smile.
'Why is she buzzing?' Trent asked.
'Liverpool fan that's why.'
'I see, you support the best club then.' Smirked Trent, and you tried to contain your smile, noticing how much more attractive he was in person.
'Well I'll see you soon mate, well done on the win.' Rashford said, going in to hug Trent as he walked away with his girlfriend, leaving you unknowingly alone with each other.
'Enjoyed the game then?' Asked the right back, trying to break the ice and start a conversation, causing you to nod in return, staying unintentionally silent.
'You gone shy on me?' He teased, and it took everything in you not to blush in front of him right now, although he could probably sense how nervous you were.
'It was a good game, that was some pass.' You praised, pointing out his footballing ability which contributed to the goals.
'It’s what I do best. How do you know Marcus?' He asked you, suddenly looking you up and down.
'We went to school together, you think you can win the league for us this year?' You asked, changing the conversation back to football as it was the only thing that would keep you from going as red as a tomato.
'I'll win the league for you don't worry.' He replied, making you question whether he was flirting or not.
'You have a nice smile you know?' He told you, his eyes fixated on our mouth - confirming your suspicions.
'I guess we have that in common then.' You laughed, focused on his perfect teeth and the lines that formed around his lips when he smiled.
'Oh?'
'Oh!' You responded.
'I'm in Manchester for the weekend, you doing anything tonight?' He asked you, and you were sure you'd heard him incorrectly as there was no way he'd be that blunt with you already.
'I'm free, why?' You answered, wanting to know exactly what he was getting at.
'You fancy coming for dinner with some friends? Rashy will be there too as a matter of fact.' He proposed, and you were suddenly aware of what he was talking about, as Marcus and his girlfriend had previously been trying to convince you to go - to which you declined as you didn't have a reason to and certainly didn't want to third wheel them all night; but it was different now if someone else was asking.
'Okay.' You simply said, as he passed you his phone, getting you to type your number in before winking at you a final time.
'I'll see you then.' He said, walking away, leaving you to wonder what had just happened and how he had you under such a spell so fast as you went to navigate your friends.
Eventually it was late evening, and you were perched in front of your mirror wondering if your outfit was okay; not wanting it to be too formal as it was a casual event with friends, but also not too scandalous either,
You opted for a plain tube top with some jeans and a jacket over it, leaving your hair out as you anticipated Marcus' arrival to pick you up, finally receiving the all clear as you stepped outside and spotted his car with your friend sat inside too.
'You look stunning!' She said, as you both admired each others' looks.
You hadn't even told Marcus or his girlfriend about your little interaction with Trent from earlier, and you planned on keeping it quiet until you got to the restaurant, where you found yourself seated opposite to him.
After ordering you watched as everyone spoke over one another, and being a generally quiet person you kept your mouth shut, something you noticed about Trent too who wasn't being the most sociable at the moment.
Unknown: You look good.
You wondered who that was, and it only took one glance to the man sat before you to realise it was Trent, messaging you from under the table whilst you waited for your food, grinning as he saw you read the message.
You: Just good?
Trent: Okay you look stunning then.
You: I'd really prefer it if you used your words, I'm right here ;)
He silently chuckled seeing your message, mouthing a simple 'You're stunning' quietly as everyone else was too consumed in their own conversations to notice.
'Trent, you're single aren't you?' Asked Rashford, causing everyone's attention to turn to him as he nodded in response.
'Take Y/n off my hands will you? She's like the third person in our relationship.' He joked, making you sarcastically roll your eyes as Trent and everyone else burst into laughter.
He simply ignored the comment, as did you as you both felt awkward in front of everyone, but continued to message each other as the night finally came to an end.
You got up to join everyone else who was leaving as the night coming to an end, following after Marcus as he was your ride.
'Let me take you home.' Pleaded Trent, catching up to you as Marcus waited.
You hesitantly nodded, unsure why he had taken an interest in you, but not mad at it as you were just as interested in him.
'Y/n let's go.' Called Marcus.
'I'll find my own way back don't worry.' You told him, watching as he looked confused.
'What are you on about? Get in the car.' He told you, clearly exhausted and just wanting to get home.
'I'll take her home Rashy don't worry.' Trent interjected, whilst Marcus rubbed his eyes laughing.
'You? I was only joking before mate.. but go for it.' He chuckled, catching on before he left.
You were thankful for his music choice, something you both had to bond over as he blared Adele through his car, and you had to say you didn't take him as a guy who listened to Adele.
'I need to go to an Adele concert badly.' He told you.
'I went this summer, she was amazing.' You told him, as he couldn't help but display his jealousy more obviously.
You hadn't even known the guy an entire day and felt so comfortable with him, almost disappointed when the journey came to an end and he stopped outside your home.
'Thank you.' You told him, before getting out.
'Don't worry about it.'
'And Y/n?' He called, stopping you in your tracks.
'Yeah?' You answered.
'I wanna take you out properly soon, just the two of us?' He revealed, looking hopeful.
'I'd like that.' You smiled, as he leaned closer to you.
You didn't want to be the one to kiss him first, fearing his reaction as you'd only just met him today, even though you wanted it badly. Instead he did the hard work for you, pulling you in for a simple yet fulfilling kiss, breaking it off shortly as you told him you had to go.
You couldn't quite believe so much had happened in such a short time, and although you barely knew each other you instantly felt that spark, curious to know if this could become something serious..
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'How on earth do you remember all that?' You teased, listening in carefully as your boyfriend remembered all of the tiny details.
'How can I not remember how I met you?' He backed.
'I remember the date after that, you took me to that sushi place but we both hated it and opted for a McDonald's instead.' You recalled, laughing.
'Then finally you asked me out a month later when you were back in Manchester.' You added.
'Best decision ever.' He said, as your eyes began to shut.
'Goodnight, love you.' You muttered, falling asleep still laying between him.
'Night, I love you too.' He whispered, kissing your forehead contently.
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Chapter 11 Progress [14/MAY]
Hey everyone, it's been a minute since my last update on the blog!! Happy mother's day to all the moms out there 💖
By the time of writing this, I have 40k words written for CH11, and I am both happy and mildly horrified to report that CH11 is looking up to be the biggest chapter yet by a mile. It's very likely the total word count will break through 90k words, primarily due to the LI routes.
First, I've finished the first draft for X's route for CH11 and am mildly exasperated by my inability to properly estimate how long these sections will be.
I thought it would amount to 10k at most, but X's route ended up with 18k words. This is mostly due to all the Imperial Court variations in their opening scene, because I'm a masochist. A single playthrough of X's route is more like 14k words, though, depending on the variations you get.
I'm also close to finishing R's route and have 8k words written for it so far. Their and A's routes will be a little less in word count, since they got more content in CH10, but they'll both likely still be 10-12k words. D's will likely be closer to X's route in word count, around 14-15k.
Altogether, this chapter's LI routes alone will likely be close to 60k for all four. So that leaves the rest of the 30k for the main plot, which I haven't started yet. I literally only have words written for R and X, as well as bits and snippets for A and D so far lol.
Please pray for me so that I can release this chapter in July and give you all a summer miracle 🙏🏼
Anyway, enough about the word count!! I've got some preview posting to catch up to, so beneath the cut you'll find various snippets for X and R's routes in CH11 that were posted on the Patreon.
Hopefully I'll be able to post some for A and D soon as well, once I dig into their routes in the coming weeks.
Here's a small preview of a bit you might see occur across all LI routes, though it still depends on who is appointed to your Imperial Court (and the Lord Samal referenced here is specific to X's route as well):
“Chief Minister, is this allowed? There must be procedure for the appointment of officials—”
“It is all at the Crown’s discretion,” Chief Minister Karwan states simply, turning away from the representative again to face forward instead.
“But this is highly unusual!”
The Minister breathes an exasperated sigh. “Oh, quiet down! Were you not using the same technicalities to get your way a moment ago, you insolent dog?”
“Do not speak to me that way!” Lord Samal erupts. “I serve Mîr Behram!”
“And I was already serving the Crowns of this Empire when your master was still suckling at the teat!” the Chief Minister snaps. “Now be a good boy and come to heel, we have many more matters to discuss.”
Here's a preview for X's route:
“Why do you have that dagger?”
You turn to look at $aname, taken aback by how stunned $athey appears. “$xname gave it to me.”
“$cxthey gave it to you?” $aname repeats incredulously, glancing back down at the dagger in your hands. “Did $xthey tell you who it originally belonged to?”
“It belonged to someone else?” You assumed $xname was the only one who owned it, but looking at it again, you can notice subtle wear and tear despite its well-cared-for state. Little scratches along its sheath, the edges of pearl looking a little worn along the handle. “Whose was it?”
“$cxtheir mother’s.”
Your fingers tighten around its sheath in shock, then twitch with the urge to put it away. “$cxtheir mother’s? Why would…” You look down at the dagger in complete disbelief. “Why would $xthey give it to me?”
And finally, here's a preview for R's route:
Your hands reach for $rthem, but then halt and hover in mid-air, uncertain of whether you should even touch $rthem while $rthey’s in this state.
“It’s alright,” Perjin speaks quietly from beside you. “You can hold $rtheir hand, if you wish. Your magic won’t cause any problems.”
You take a slow, deep breath, calming yourself as you sit down on the edge of the bed and gently take $rname’s hand in yours.
“$crtheir fingers are cold.” Alarmed, you rub $rtheir hand, feeling how clammy and cool $rtheir skin is. You turn to Perjin. “Why does $rthey feel cold? What’s happening to $rthem?”
That was it for this update ✨
I’m posting further updates and CH11 previews on the Patreon for all tiers, as well as all sorts of fun extra LI/Crown snippets, so if you’d like more AToC content while you wait for CH11, consider pledging!!
As always, thanks so much for your patience and support 💖
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Sierra Six x Analyst!Reader
In response to an Anon ask, I give you this little one-shot. 🥰
Summary: As a CIA analyst, you've been assigned to help Sierra Six twice. This second time proves a little smutty for you.
Random Notes: Long-haired female reader, usage of words I feel weird writing, Six slighty OOC (hard to write that man as a lover sometimes) but I based him on how he is in Ballistic (Book 3).
TAGS: Smut, explicit sexual content, porn no plot, fluff(y), Six's uncontrollable angst, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, fluff, happy ending, ambiguous ending.
WORD COUNT: 5.3k
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Six sits on a stone bench inside a cacophonous mall. His target is a mid-level trafficker: forties, American, good-looking. The kind of man who could successfully sell anything. The criminal sits at a table across the cavernous room, waiting for a buyer who will never show.
In D.C. for an op, Six is pleasantly surprised to hear a long-awaited voice over his comms.
"Good afternoon, oh-Six. It's very nice to see you again." He can hear your big smile.
"Considering I can't see you, I'll settle for saying that it's nice to hear you," though he wants to, Six doesn't smile for operational security.
He gets back to business, "I have eyes."
"I’m sure you've done your homework, Six, but I still have to tell you that there's an alley twenty meters behind the service doors, and Tally One will be using it to exit."
Six doesn't respond. He did do his homework. This was a run-of-the-mill mission. This man would be dead in that alley within ten minutes, and the world would be better off because of it. Six needed to exert no brain power over it. His thoughts instead drifted to taking advantage of being on the same continent as you.
Six months ago, he'd been in Peru for a week on an assignment. You'd been his analyst. However, your involvement had been remote - providing Six with data via phone calls. The sweetness in your voice couldn't be mistaken for anything other than a good soul. He'd enjoyed the warmhearted, personal way you'd spoken to him. He'd seen your file in the mission documents and noted your staff photo. Six was surprised to find himself looking forward to your phone calls. He'd thought about you often since Peru, hoping you’d be assigned together again.
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Ten minutes later, Six stands above the body of the trafficker. It was as cut and dry as he had planned, and the man never even saw it coming. Six wipes the knife and tosses it next to the body. Typically, other members of the CIA would come clean house, but they were content to leave this guy for the locals.
You pop your head from around the corner of the alley, your hair swinging out like a pendulum. Six notices the movement and his head snaps up to address the threat, but a jolt shoots through him at the sight of you. Bizarrely, he wants to shield you from the sight of the body, so he steps in front of it.
You round the corner and smile gratefully at his chivalrous gesture.
"It is so strange. I’ve been involved in the deaths of targets, but seeing their bodies in person is something else.” You're contemplative, staring at the man’s motionless form.
He doesn't reply, too distracted by you being physically present. You had been in a CIA polo and your hair had been pulled back in your employee photo, but now that you were blending in in civilian clothes, he could finally, properly see you. His heart beats faster.
You hold out your hand, wanting to introduce yourself officially.
"This is my first time out in the field. I’m glad they set me up with a legend like you, Six." You beam at him, then your tone softens, “I enjoyed talking to you last time.”
"Being a legend isn’t very fun, let me assure you."
He takes your hand. You can't help another grin. His hand is much larger than yours, and he holds onto it a second longer than he should.
He continues inelegantly, “I’m also glad it’s you here today.”
"Our ride is in five blocks. Are you okay to go?" You ask in case he had been injured.
The genuine concern on your face makes him want to smile. No one ever cared unless he was visibly bleeding.
He motions for you to lead the way, and it's one of the least altruistic acts he's ever committed. Six shamelessly let his eyes rove. The knee-length sundress you have on hugs your waist perfectly, your hair swings as you stroll, and when you turn to look back at him, Six feels his heartbeat speed up again. His characteristic near-smile appears on his face, which causes butterflies to take flight in you.
He’s so intimidating, you think. What is he smiling at?
Two blocks after leaving the alleyway, you spot a group of cops standing around eating lunch. Six eyes them as they lean down to listen to their radios, and he knows the body’s been found. They collectively trash their food and begin to jog in your direction.
Thinking quickly, you grab Six’s hand and turn into him, placing your other hand on his chest. He instinctively puts his arm around your waist, and you tilt your head up, pretending to be deep in loving conversation.
The cops run by you both without a second glance. You take a steadying breath, peeking around Six to make sure they’re gone. Once certain, you look back up at him. His arms haven’t released you, and his face looks like you’ve struck him.
Six knows what you’ve done was purely tactical, but he feels like he’s just short-circuited. All thoughts of avoiding detection have left his mind, replaced by the feeling of you. He could smell the buttercream scent of your nude lipstick. He could feel your chest rising and falling against his own.
“We’re clear,” you whisper.
He nods and lets go of you unwillingly.
You notice his hesitation and your body tightens at the thrill. Sierra Six does not think of me that way. Be professional, you tell yourself.
Wandering through downtown D.C., you navigate the busy streets until the two of you reach a black SUV. Six gallantly opens the front passenger door for you, which he’s satisfied to see makes you blush. Six gets in the driver’s seat and pulls away from the curb. He’s navigating as deftly as he can, but this city is one of the busiest in the world, and Six is well-known for his poor driving skills. The CIA’s best asset is no match for metropolitan traffic. You decide to pass the time.
“Have you been enjoying being back in the States?” You ask timidly.
You’re fiddling with the hem of your dress, which does not escape Six’s notice.
“I am now,” he says.
What does that mean? “I hope you’re able to see family, or friends, or whoever while you’re back. I’m sure it’s difficult being away all the time.”
He doesn’t answer, which makes you nervous that you’ve touched a raw subject. You can’t know that he’s trying to work up the courage to let you in. To connect with you.
“I’m sorry,” you almost whisper, “I don’t mean to be too forward.”
Your hands twist in your lap. Six’s close proximity is making your heart thump wildly, and you feel self-conscious.
Six is fascinated by your incongruous personality. You are sweet and kind. How did you wind up in such a cutthroat, gritty workplace? So, he asks. In Six’s straightforward way.
“How do you work for the CIA?”
“Oh, I have a few degrees in communications, languages, and finance.”
He raises his eyebrows at you, so you add, “I couldn’t decide what I wanted to study, so I tried them all. And then my aunt - she works in Operations - said I should try for a position as an analyst.”
Six laughs, “I never finished high school.”
Because you hear the bitterness masked in his words, you kindly lay a hand on his arm. You feel the hard muscles tense beneath your touch, which was the opposite of your intention, but you aren’t aware of how touch-starved he is. His knuckles tighten on the steering wheel.
“I know enough about the Sierra program to know why you didn’t. I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure the justice system failed you given your age.”
The vehicle lurches to a stop at another red light. Six looks over at you, amazed at your desire to soothe him. No one had ever tried to cheer him up over his own crime - except maybe Fitzroy. His jaw is clenched as he sorts out his thoughts. Six does not want to drop you off at the Langley headquarters right now, so he finally emboldens himself.
“Have you eaten?” His face is unreadable. He grimaces internally, wishing he could’ve worded that more clearly.
Not getting the hint, and hoping your admission about his past didn’t offend him, your words stumble over each other, “Oh, uh, no. I haven’t. But, if you don’t mind - I hate to even tell you this - but analysts don’t get paid all that much, so I never eat out,” you explain. “My sandwich is back at the office.”
The light changes, and he’s forced to turn away, but he tries to clarify, “I’m- asking you out for dinner.”
Oh.
“You- what?”
Your heart feels like it’s going to pound through your chest. The blood rushes in your ears. No one had asked you on a date since you’d started at the agency, and the first person to do so was Sierra Six?
He tosses you a minuscule smile before returning his eyes to the road. Six should’ve known your diffident nature wouldn’t allow you to flirt, but he wasn’t any good at it, either. He chuckles under his breath at the comedy routine this was becoming.
A small, disbelieving giggle leaves your lips. “Okay, yeah! I’d love to, Six.”
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You’re seated at a nice restaurant. Nice enough that they had a coat check, and the bathrooms had antechambers with chaise lounges. Six wasn’t trying to impress you; he just liked the steak here. It never crossed his mind that you might think he was trying to show off his means. Despite his humble beginnings, Six hadn’t thought about money in nearly thirty years - thanks to prison and the CIA.
“This place is so fancy,” you laugh. “Am I going to get kicked out for my dress?” It has spaghetti straps, and you’re worried.
“Do they do that?” Six had no idea if this restaurant had a dress code. He was always in a suit, anyway. Six frowns at his own lack of knowledge and chides himself for getting lazy in the U.S. His words don't assuage your worry, but you figure they probably wouldn’t have let you in to begin with.
“I don’t see how anyone could have a problem with it.” He reasons, “I like it. It's very s-” He cuts himself off at the way you're squirming.
“Thank you,” you feel hot again. You shyly duck your head.
You are nervous. Six didn’t need his extensive training in body language to tell him that. Six wonders if a non-physical compliment might make you feel more at ease.
“You were kind to me in Peru. That’s uncommon in this business.”
You meet his attentive gaze, shake your head at his words, and sigh, “That makes me sad. I guess when you see the worst of humanity day after day, it does one of two things to people. It hardens or softens them.”
“What do you think it does to me?” He asks.
You hesitate, wondering if you should be honest. “I think you’re one of the rare exceptions where it does both.”
Six sits back in his chair. “Soft is a dirty word in my line of work.”
You smile, your confidence growing. You shift forward onto your elbows, “That’s the beauty of you. You’re the only operative I’ve ever heard of who is so -” You remember you’re in public, “So good at your job but selective about your targets. You’re like Batman.” You raise an eyebrow in mock conspiracy.
Six laughs, loudly, which surprises both of you. “Batman? Jesus, that’s a first.”
“You’re better, actually,” you continue. “The things you do can be terrible - certainly the ones you go after think so,” you laugh awkwardly. “But the reality is that those terrible things do more harm to you. And you do them anyway because it’s what’s necessary. You’re a good man. You put everyone else above you.”
It’s the most passionately he’s heard you speak, and he forces down the lump in his throat. Six did not agree with you. He was inside his own head, and he knew exactly how little the acts he committed affected him. He didn’t understand that that was exactly what you meant. That the coldness in which he insulated himself also froze him out from the warmth.
“There are things the CIA does not know about me,” he says carefully. He clasps his hands on the table. “And you would not think they were good.”
“You’re human, Six.” You soothe, placing one hand over his. “You aren’t perfect, and you shouldn’t hold yourself to a standard that no one else does.”
Six falls into your eyes for a moment, stunned by the grace and sincerity. His eyes start to tour around your face, appreciating your features, before stumbling over your parted lips. His own part involuntarily, and you feel a twist of tension in your gut.
His eyes don’t leave their target as he asks, “You really think I’m a good man?”
“I mean - I don’t know you personally, I guess, but… yes. Given what I do know and how I feel about you having met you.” You blush at your choice of words, but it was honest.
“Would a good man want to do the things I want to do to you?” It’s said in a thick voice.
He feels guilty for his lustful thoughts, but they just won’t stop. He's drawn to your goodness like a moth to a flame.
Your mouth goes dry, and you answer in a whisper, “I - I don’t know.”
He smirks in a self-deprecating manner. His eyes flick back up to yours. “I think the answer’s ‘no.’”
“Six -” you start, but the waiter comes by to bring your food.
You’re no longer hungry given the look in the eyes of the man across from you. All you want to do now is take him back to your apartment and show him what you really think of him.
You thank the waiter - twice while he refills your water - and he leaves the two of you alone again. You’re speechless now, feeling awkward, wondering how to suggest it.
Six feels more awkward. He was trying not to scare you away, but instead, all he seems to do was put his foot in his mouth. He decides to change the subject abruptly.
“Do you have family?”
“Oh, uh, yes.” You’ve got whiplash from the differences in subject matter, but you tell him about your family. You mention that you’re alone in D.C. “It gets lonely on the holidays. I try to bring in some cheerfulness to the office since there are others like me, but I feel like I don’t really make a dent.” You admit.
“I’m sure you do. I already told you that you made a dent for me six months ago.” Six tries to argue. He finds it hard to believe that you couldn’t lift anyone’s mood, but he also knows the kind of assholes that work at the CIA.
You don’t make eye contact, still feeling unsteady and surprised at the turn your day has taken. Six can read your body language, but his translation is off. He believes he’s offended you, and he’s already trying to manage his anger at himself. Six had waited half of a year to be assigned together again, and now he was blowing it because he had the social graces of a monkey.
“Excuse me. I’ll be right back,” he pushes back from his chair and buttons his jacket.
You notice the look on his face as he gets up and turns away. While your training isn’t as thorough as his, your translation is spot on. You watch as he opens the men’s room door and vanishes.
You make a split-second decision.
Standing, you walk the fifty paces toward the bathroom doors. They’re rather far from the tables, you note happily. You swivel your head from side to side trying to see if anyone is watching as you pull open the men’s room instead of the women’s.
Inside, the antechamber is a deep red with artwork adorning every inch of space on the walls. You turn and see that the door locks with a deadbolt, so you throw it in place. Classical music is piped in, and a violin cries as you turn the corner to see Six standing at the sink, adjusting his jacket sleeves.
Six is visibly shocked to see you. He whirls around, pulls his gun, and races over to you.
“What’s wrong?” He’s immediately on alert.
You smile but it falters, your bravado beginning to disappear now that you’re face-to-face with him and he misunderstood your entrance.
No turning back now, you decide.
You grab his jacket’s lapel and pull him down into a kiss. His face remains impassive for several seconds as he tries to wrap his mind around what’s taking place. You part your lips, kissing him a second time, then a third time, before he finally starts to relax his own lips.
Once he reciprocates, you grab his biceps, pushing him backward in the direction you hope the furniture is. He lets you push him, which oddly makes the tension in your stomach coil faster. Six’s knees fold partially when they connect with the edge of the chaise; he sits down, grabbing your thighs in the process. His gun is discarded beside him.
Your hands frantically unbutton his jacket. He shrugs out of it. His white t-shirt leaves his scarred, tattooed arms bare to you. You rake your nails tenderly down his skin and he shudders. His lips move with yours. His tongue enters your mouth just enough to drive you wild. You lecherously note when his dick twitches underneath you.
Six’s hands come up to cradle your face, wanting to be delicate at first, but he’s ashamed to have initially thought this was a ruse. It makes him overcompensate. His hands drop to skate up your dress, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, your ass. He pulls your body down against him roughly. Six smirks at the desperate noise you make. He wants to hear everything he can make you say.
You’re wearing the worst possible underwear, of course, as there was no thought in your mind that this would be happening. They’re old, thin cotton with holes in them. They were comfortable, but they were ugly.
Feeling frumpy, you pull out of the kiss to breathlessly tell him, “Wish I’d worn something nicer,”
You feel a jerk and hear a ripping sound as Six hooks his fingers in the elastic waistband and pulls them apart easily, his arms flexing underneath your hands.
He leans forward to taste your lips again, and mumbles, “Now I don’t have to replace them.”
Your fingers move to unzip his pants, and he groans when they graze his swelling bulge. You slide his pants down to his knees - you don’t need them all the way off, you just need him - before settling onto your knees. Your hips buck of their own volition, all-but riding his naked thigh. He clamps a hand over your mouth to muffle the cry you let out at the relief.
“Fuck,” he laughs softly, entranced by the blissful satisfaction on your face.
His laugh makes his cock jump, which reminds you of something you’d thought of often when regarding Six.
You stand, then drop to the tile floor on your knees. You quickly twist your hair into a bun, using your scrunchie to keep it out of your way. You trail your fingers down his muscular thighs, pulling his boxers down now as well. You pull his pants further (now you really do need them gone). You look up at him, wondering if this is okay.
Six is not breathing. His blonde hair is mussed from your hands. His white t-shirt is his only article of clothing. He’s looking down at the sight before him like it’s a cosmic event. His heart pounding, Six watches as your lips, the very same lips he felt depraved over earlier, wrap around his aching cock. He groans as your cheeks hollow and you start an agonizingly slow drag. His eyes close in bliss but he forces them back open. He does not want to miss a moment of this.
You cup one hand underneath his testicles as your other hand strokes along his velvety shaft, working in tandem with your mouth. Your tongue teases along a vein and Six’s hips jerk slightly. You hum, gratified. You wiggle around, your heels pressing into your clit to relieve yourself somewhat.
You relax your muscles, taking him until his tip hits the back of your throat and you gag quietly. Tears spring to your eyes as you make eye contact with him, and he almost cums right there.
“Fuck,” he says again, a strained whisper this time. He grasps your chin and eases himself from your mouth, explaining, “You come first.”
The back of your hand comes up to wipe your mouth, before you’re straddling his lap once more. His lips and teeth and tongue work at your neck, your chest, while his hands push down the straps of your dress to give him more access.
You can feel him, heavy and straining beneath you, and you can’t stop yourself from sliding your hands along his shaft. You tease the head of his cock against your folds, causing both of you to groan.
Suddenly, you’re on your back. The chaise scrapes the floor in protest. You almost lose your breath with the speed he’d tucked you underneath him. But you’re not complaining. He sheds his shirt, and now Six is completely nude.
He’s so beautiful. You feel so pleasantly small underneath him and his intensely warm gaze. Six is making you feel protected and admired. It’s an overwhelming feeling. Your fingers press against the pinup tattoo on his left pectoral as if to feel the ink impression.
I’m still dressed, it flashes in your mind. As you complete that thought, however, he rucks up your skirt and pulls the bodice down, leaving you exposed to him.
Six wastes no time palming your breasts, unabashedly enjoying them. He shifts closer to kiss you, while the movement edges his cock along your entrance.
Six barely leaves your lips, you can still feel his breath, but he locks eyes with you as he tilts his hips and pushes the tip of his heated cock inside you.
Your gasp breaks into a moan, your eyes wide. You grasp at his neck with one hand while the other flutters to his hip.
Six throbs at your reaction. He leans back more, settling his hands on your breasts again, and uses the motion to push himself deeper. You keen at the fullness and watch as his eyes close with a groan. They fly open, black in lust, when he bottoms out. You shiver in your own desire, and he bends down over you, thinking you’re cold. He pushes a lock of hair behind your ear, and you wonder how in the world he could think he’s a bad man.
His hand grabs your left hip, holding you still, while the other hand covers your mouth. His thumb caresses your chin. Six drags his cock along your walls, reveling in the hot grip around him. He pulls out completely before easing back in, just as slow. Six is absorbing every little expression, every ridge inside you, every little sound you make.
Your chest lifts, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He’s almost fully seated inside you again when he suddenly thrusts hard, letting out a grunt as he does so. A small scream is muffled by his hand. He does it again, and it sends a shockwave up your body. He continues, rocking his hips into you faster, hitting some spot inside you that’s beginning to make you feel lightheaded. You’re making sounds without a care, knowing he’s got you there, too.
He withdraws from you with a strangled sound and rolls you onto your stomach. He pulls your hips toward him, raising you onto your hands and knees. You giggle, arching your back for him. A deep groan rolls in Six's chest at the sight of you so willing and pliant for him.
You feel his hands grip your hips, his fingers curling into your thighs, as he slowly re-enters your body. The invasion feels even better this time. He pushes himself inside again, his body rigid at first, savoring the way your walls let him in. His balls swing against your clit sinfully. You feel like you're being split in two, and you bite your forearm to soften your cry. Six does no such thing. His broken moan is not loud, but it reverberates in the room, setting fire to your body.
Six rolls his hips dramatically, wanting you to feel every inch of him. He sluggishly builds his speed, mesmerized by the way your body moves with his. You throw an arm out in front of you, bracing against the arm of the lounge. Six reaches forward to masturbate you, and you press your face into the cushion to whine, your face rubbing on the fabric with his rhythm.
Six leans over you, his thrusts never stopping, and carefully rips the scrunchie from its place. He grasps your hair again, wrapping it around his fist, and gently pulls you back until your head is on his shoulder. You can feel him grunting and panting on your damp skin.
Your hands reach behind you for some purchase and you find it in his hair. His fingers continue to work your nerves perfectly. You feel the cliff approaching, and you open your mouth to tell him, but he hits a particularly sensitive spot and you splinter. Sheer, white-hot pleasure rips through you. Your toes curl viciously. Your knees buckle and Six falls with you. You clamp one hand over your own mouth to dampen the torrent of cries. Your walls clench around Six as he continues to plunge himself into you, though faltering slightly. He’s breathing heavily in your ear, and you finally recognize that he’s murmuring.
“So good. Fuck, you’re so good.”
It’s as if he’s not even talking to you; Six is just telling the universe. You’re pretty sure he’s not aware he’s voicing his thoughts. You tilt your head back in search of his praising mouth, and he understands, surging forward to kiss you from behind. He drops your hair, letting it fan out along your back.
His movements begin to stutter and his hands massage your breasts. Into your shoulder, he grunts with each laborious thrust. You feel lightheaded with bliss. You look back at him again and he notices the mascara running from your lust filled eyes. Six could not be more aroused than this and it finally breaks him. He groans as he buries himself inside your tight heat, coming hard in a burst of final thrusts.
You both sit in this position for several moments, trying to catch your breath and hoping you've not been heard. He kisses your temple as he carefully leaves your body. You miss him already.
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Six was gone. It had been nearly two months since your tryst in the fancy bathroom. Immediately after dressing that day, he had been called and sent off to some far reach of the world, and you'd heard nothing from him.
It was terrible. You had no closure, no explanation on what that was or if it meant anything. You went about your job as usual. Despite working for the self-proclaimed intelligence agency, you learned nothing of Six. You knew he was okay - he was too strong, too lucky for anything serious to have happened. No, what you worried about was whether or not you'd ever see him again. And why the thought of never seeing him again made your heart break. You eventually pushed every thought of Six away, trying to block out the memory of him.
One quiet evening, you sit munching on crackers at your desk. Only one track of fluorescent lighting illuminates your office, and the other desks are empty. Everyone else has gone home, but you sit hoping for some news of Six. Normally, you don’t sit here after hours, but it's Friday - the only day you allow yourself to think about him - and you'll have to spend the whole weekend in the metaphorical dark.
He's the Gray Man, you dumbass. You need to get over him. You feel like crying over your inability to let go of Sierra Six, but crying makes you feel worse, so only a few tears make it down your cheeks.
You gather your things and sling your bag over your shoulder. Stepping out into the brightly-lit hallway, you see a figure walking toward you from the far end.
You swipe at your tears, but you're sure the person saw your motion which was just as obvious. Your eyes are blurred, but you realize it's a tall, blonde man in a gray suit. His steps are quick, determined.
Your stomach seizes up in nervousness. Is it him? Surely not, there's no reason for him to be here now.
But as you blink away the blurriness, you recognize the strikingly blue eyes, the reserved smile. You lift a hand up in a timid wave, unsure how this is going to go.
You're not left waiting long as he closes the distance within seconds. He doesn't exactly feel comfortable making the first move, but he knows from your body language that you're taking his lead. So, as he reaches you, his hand comes up to cup your damp cheek.
"Hi." Your voice breaks on the short word. Was the gentle touch him trying to get back in your pants? Or did it mean something more?
"You were crying?" His eyebrows furrow.
"I- It was a rough day." You answer lamely. Then you ask curiously, "What are you doing here?"
"Is it not obvious?" Six drops his hand, confused. He thought he had a flashing neon light above him: Six is In Love.
"Everyone's gone home." You tell him, meaning the upper echelon who ran the Sierra program.
"I don't care about them. I'm- I'm here to see you." Six says it cautiously, now concerned about what you'll say.
Your voice is little more than a squeak, "For some company?"
Six's eyebrows furrow again, deeper this time. He frowns. "Not that kind. You think higher of me than that, don't you?"
"I did. I do. But I haven't heard from you in two months, Six. I'm not sure what happened that day. I don't know what you want and I can't stop wondering what you want." Tears well in your eyes again.
Relieved now, Six's laugh is more of a sigh. He cradles your face in his rough hands.
His blue eyes burn into yours as he spells it out, "I want you. You and your soft kindness. I spent two months away because I had to. But I also had to come back." It's clear he means for you. "As for what happened, well… you came on to me in that bathroom." He smirks.
You smile up at him, joy sparking in your heart, your hands holding onto his arms. You had tried to forget Six, but he's the kind of man you can't forget - despite his Gray Man reputation.
"You're glowing," Six says reverently.
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