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sweetbbarnes · 1 year

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Can't hurt me

part II [coming soon]

Pairing: Neighbor!BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're the one that takes care of Bucky after missions, only this time he asks for a different kind of relief.

Warnings: descriptions of blood and injuries; Bucky being needy and begging; a tiiiiny bit of angst because Bucky doesn't really care about his wellbeing; SMUT, +18 ONLY, MINORS DNI; smut while injured; shower makeout; oral (m and f receiving); cum eating; handjob; fingering; a lot of feelings here; pls let me know if I forgot something

A/N: I'm really sorry about the shitty ending, it took me three days to think about it and I couldn't come up with anything so it is what it is, but I promise I'll make up for it in part two.

If you like this fic, please let me know :)

When the Winter Soldier himself, or the man formerly known as him, moved to the apartment across from yours, you were the only person in the whole building who didn’t ignore his presence. Of course, you and Bucky Barnes weren't best friends. During the first month of his moving in you would merely exchange polite greetings when you crossed paths in the hallway, but at least you didn’t immediately flinch and/or look away as soon as you saw him. Sometimes he even attempted some compliments, as he was still trying to rediscover the charming soldier he once was, but that was it.

At least until the day you came home to discover your supersoldier neighbor sitting in front of his door, drenched in blood and barely clinging to life.

As you approached your apartment door, your heart skipped a beat at the sight that unfolded before you. There, in front of his own door, sat Bucky, his figure hunched over, covered in a chilling crimson. Panic surged through your veins as you rushed to his side, dropping to your knees beside him.

"Hello? Hey, Bucky!" You snapped your fingers in front of his face, desperate to rouse him from his dazed state. But all you received was a feeble murmur in response. Panic washed over you. "Oh shit, you're... Oh, gosh. Fuck."

Frantically, you rummaged through your bag, searching for your phone to call an ambulance. Your trembling fingers made the task of finding it more difficult, but after a moment of frantic searching, you finally located the device. Your hands shook as you dialed the emergency number, your voice trembling with urgency.

"I'm calling an ambulance right now," you reassured Bucky, your voice laced with concern. "We'll get you to the hospital, and everything will be alright. Just hold on."

But you were about to hit the call button, you felt a firm grip on your wrist, cold vibranium fingers encircling you. Startled, you looked at Bucky, confusion etched on your face.

"No hospital," he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"Barnes, sir? Sergeant-" Unsure of what to call him in this moment, you cleared your throat, trying to find the right words. "You're... you're seriously injured. You need medical help. It's okay, they can-"

"I'm not dying," he interrupted, mustering a firmer tone. "No hospital."

You hesitated, torn between your instinct to seek professional medical assistance and Bucky's adamant refusal. With concern etched on your face, you watched as he took the phone from your hand and gently placed it back into your bag.

"So what do we do then?" you asked, a mix of worry and confusion in your voice. "Have you seen yourself? You're covered in blood-"

"The serum will help," he managed to say, his voice strained. "Just... just let me rest."

You vaguely remembered reading about the super soldier serum and how it enhances healing abilities. While unsure of the extent to which it applied in this situation, you decided to trust him, realizing that he probably knows more of his own condition than you do.

"Alright then," you relented, your voice still filled with concern. "But let's at least get you inside. We'll find a way to make you comfortable. Can you try to get up? I'll help you."

With a mix of determination and concern, you carefully offered Bucky your hand, guiding the barely alive man to your couch.

The next day, Bucky woke up feeling a lot better, and you were glad. After you made him coffee, Bucky addressed the blood-stained couch situation and as much as you assured him you could clean it, he didn’t leave your apartment until you agreed to let him take you to a store so he could buy you a new one. “It’s the least I can do, doll,” he said, and you chuckled at the unusual pet name. With the new couch in the living room, you pestered Bucky until he agreed to inaugurate the furniture with you. So on a Wednesday night, he brought some snacks and you two watched The Hobbit, then proceeded to stay up until early-hours talking because Bucky, as the huge nerd he is, had to point out every single difference he recalled from the book - which he proudly announced he’d read in 1937, when it first came out. You didn’t complain, though, it was kinda nice to see this side of the man you only knew through the news and people’s opinions.

Next you knew, you two were inseparable. You quickly learned that Bucky needs a routine, so Wednesday’s nights became movie nights, and Sunday afternoons became dedicated to reading sessions together, then Tuesday mornings were designated as "breakfast with Bucky" time. Soon, there wasn't a single day when Bucky didn't show up in your living room. Your apartment became his second home. You became his second home - though you didn’t know that.

But of course, Bucky’s life wasn’t simple like that, and as much as he cherished your friendship, there are some things that he can’t control. Oftentimes, Bucky would come home in the same state he was on that first day, and although the sight started to become strangely familiar, it never ceased to break your heart. That’s why every time he showed up battered and bruised, you’d take him in and patch him up. You both know you don’t have to, and Bucky tried to convince you countless times that he just needed to rest, that the serum would do all the work, but you didn’t listen. You clean his wounds and stitch him up because that’s the only way you found to tell him that you care, and Bucky willingly lets you do it because he knows it eases the concern you feel about his dangerous lifestyle. So you’re the one Bucky seeks right after week-long missions or brutal battles, if not to help patch him up then just to let you know that he’s okay.

Tonight is one of those nights. When he knocked on your door at 3 am, the disheartening sight of Bucky, once again drenched in blood, almost made you collapse to your knees and plead for him to stay out of fights, to do something else, to stay in your living room and never leave again. But war is all Bucky knows, and as much as you recognize the unfortunate reality of the situation, you don't want to take away one of the few things that gives him a sense of familiarity in this modern world, so you swallowed the overwhelming urge, like you do every time, and helped him get to your bathroom.

The chamomilla scented steam invades your nostrils as you use the soap to gently wash all the blood away. You feel Bucky’s muscles slowly relaxing under the warm cascade of water, and he lets some relieved sounds escape through his lips. If someone had told you months ago that you would eventually find yourself in this very situation, you would have scoffed in disbelief, yet here you are now. You’re not really sure what you did to earn Bucky's trust to such an extent that he feels comfortable being so vulnerable with you, and the thought brings a dangerous warmth to your chest.

These showers are always innocent. You help Bucky clean the blood, leaving the intimate parts for him to clean, and then you take care of his wounds. It’s tender and respectful. But Bucky is not exactly the ugliest man you’ve seen and, well, you’re only human. Sometimes, it gets hard to ignore those not-so-innocent thoughts your brain insists on having. It makes you feel disgusted with yourself - the man is dripping blood on your bathroom floor and there you are, thinking all those nasty things, wanting to touch him in a way you’re not even sure he wants to be touched by you.

Little do you know, Bucky struggles just as much as you do in managing his own thoughts and feelings. Sometimes, he has to stop you from rubbing your hands too much around his torso, because he’s scared he’s not gonna be able to control himself if you keep going. It’s torture, but at the same time he can’t bring himself to stop coming here every time he gets injured. He could stop. He could stay away for a few more days after missions, just enough time for the serum to do its magic and he doesn’t have to go through this, but he can’t. Because everytime he gets injured, he finds himself looking forward to your touch. He barely cares about the pain anymore, because he knows he’ll get to feel your silky skin against his, even if it’s just for brief moments. So usually, he comes back and lets you do your thing while he makes a hell of an effort not to stare at your peaked nipples through your wet shirt - Bucky doesn’t know if he should be upset or glad that you don’t take your clothes off, because seeing you naked would probable make the task impossible, but it’s not like he doesn’t want to - and holds himself back from returning each and every touch you give him, in a very specific, very not-innocent way.

Usually. But today is different.

Today, Bucky was reminded that his wounds go way beyond the ones on his skin. Today the soldier needs another kind of care, one that’s a little bit more effective for his pain than bandages and stitches. And, honestly, he’s a bit tired of holding himself back. That’s why, without warning, he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you a little bit closer so he can rest his head on the top of your shoulder. You don’t move for some time, which makes him doubt his action, but soon he hears your gentle voice.

“We’re almost finished, and then you can rest.” You say, placing your hands and his back to hug him, but not applying pressure on the bruises.

“I need you.” He says, his mouth on your neck sending vibrations through the area and making a shudder travel down your body. “Need you to take care of me.”

“I am taking care of you, Buck.” You manage to say, fighting the urge to glue your body on his. He’s in pain, you have to remind yourself.

But he tilts his head back, cupping your face with his flesh hand so you don’t take your eyes off of him. “Not like this,” he whispers.

For a moment, you simply stay there, suspended in time, lost in the intensity of the moment. His proximity sends a shiver down your spine as you hear Bucky's heartbeat racing, and you're acutely aware of the weight of his gaze on your face. You can see the pain etched in his features, but there's something else there too, something that makes your heart skip a beat. It's a raw, unfiltered emotion that you can't quite put into words, but it's there, simmering just beneath the surface.

The more you look into his eyes, the more you understand. The person in front of you is a broken man, momentarily defeated by the demons that come to haunt him ever so often, and his eyes are begging you to make those demons go away. He’s asking you to give him the only thing that could possibly make him forget this pain that is so much worse than the bloody cuts, to fill his senses with the only sensation stronger than the fear that's been luring behind his eyes ever since he stepped foot in your apartment tonight.

You gently place a hand on his cheek. His body tenses at your touch, and for a moment, you think he might pull away. But then he relaxes, leaning into your hand as if you’re the only thing that can offer him solace right now.

"I don't want to make it worse," you whisper softly, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

"You can't," he whispers back. "Many things... and many people may hurt me, but not you. Never you."

Bucky's words hit you like a ton of bricks, the weight of his complete - almost blind - trust is overwhelming. He had been through so much, faced so many torture and pain, yet here he is, willing to give you all that’s left of his trust.

“Please,” is the only thing he whispers, but it’s enough. Slowly, you raise another hand to his face and bring your lips to his. The kiss is tender, carrying an air of uncertainty, as if exploring uncharted territory. It holds the unmistakable essence of something new and unfamiliar, yet it overflows with raw and intense emotion.

“We still have to finish cleaning you up.” You say, breaking the kiss, and Bucky attaches his mouth to your neck, giving you permission to continue doing your thing.

Bucky gives you small kisses as you continue to cleanse his torso with soap, trying to avoid applying pressure on his still open bruises. You focus on each area with care, gently wiping away any dirt or blood while checking to ensure that he is comfortable throughout the process. As you rub the soap all over his body, Bucky starts caressing your hips, slowly going up and exploring your body like he always wanted to do. He can feel your stomach trembling with his touches and kisses, and it almost makes him go feral.

“Do you like this shirt?” He whispers in your ear.

“Why-” but before you can even think about your question, impatient as always, Bucky tears your old shirt in half, ending the outrageous fabric that was separating him from his greatest desire. You don’t care, though, because Bucky’s clear desperation only turns you on more.

“I’ll buy you another one.” He mumbles, but you’re not sure he’s paying attention to his words.

Continuing your work, you pay special attention to the intricate details of his vibranium arm, taking your time to meticulously clean between the plates from his fingers all the way up to his shoulder - careful not to miss a single spot like you’ve seen him doing multiple times - while Bucky distributes lingered kisses along your jaw down to your neck, until your right nipple is inside his mouth, and you have to hold back a gasp of surprise - but, of course, Bucky’s not having that.

“Wanna hear your noises.” He whispers and lightly passes his teeth through your nipple, getting you to moan out loud this time.

Satisfied, Bucky licks his way back up until your mouth, biting your bottom lip almost too hard and then kissing you passionately soon after. His tongue invades your mouth as he swallows every single one of your breaths. Reluctantly, you break the kiss. You finish the vibranium and go back to the flesh, working on the scarred skin on his shoulder, gently rubbing the soap, then brushing your fingers, and then your lips. The blood is almost entirely gone, leaving behind only the ugly outline of his wounds, which you start kissing lightly, earning a guttural moan out of Bucky’s throat.

Slowly, you slide your soaped hand through his body until you reach his rock hard length, carefully circling your fingers around him. One pump is enough to make Bucky moan loudly.

“Fuck, doll-” but you shush him with a kiss, invading his mouth with your tongue as you pump his dick. Bucky grips your hips like his life depends on it to hold himself back from bending you over and fucking you senseless. No, he wants to enjoy the moment. He wants to learn what you like and let you take care of him how you want.

You continue kissing his cheeks, then his neck until you reach skin around his bruises and then lick the water drops down his torso until you’re on your knees in front of him, staring at his huge length in all its glory while he leans his back against the wall to remain standing.

“Well, I’m glad at least one part of your body was left untouched.” You joke, looking up at him with a playful smile.

Bucky can’t help but chuckle at that, and you notice it’s his first genuine laugh since he arrived home. Good. “Gotta protect what’s yours.”

“Mine?” You ask, just wanting to hear him say that again.

“All yours.” He smirks, completely aware of your intentions.

Before the conversation can go any further, you slide the tip of your tongue through a prominent vein along his cock, and Bucky’s words are lost in his breath. You circle your lips around his pink tip, sucking a little, and the noises he makes are like music to your years. You proceed to slowly slide your entire tongue through his length one, two, three times, taking your sweet time while Bucky drops his head back and rolls his eyes. He raises his flesh hand to the back of your head and despite the context, his movements on your hair are gentle, like he’s somehow trying to thank you for everything, though he’s too busy moaning to say the words. You see that as an encouragement and take him deep inside your mouth, making up and down movements with your head and sucking as hard as you can while you massage his balls with your fingers. Involuntarily, he starts jerking his hips up into your throat.

“Babe, fuck-” he tries, but gets lost in the feeling when you fasten your movements.

It’s too much. The warmth, the feeling, the softness. Everything is too much, and Bucky is coming inside your mouth before he even realizes it.

“Oh, fuck- Shit, I’m sorry-” Bucky starts apologizing, but he immediately stops, watching in awe as you take a drop of cum that slipped off your mouth with your thumb and sucks it back into your mouth, swallowing everything he gave you.

Bucky helps you get up and kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. You’re a little surprised when he presses two vibranium fingers in your clit, starting tiny circles. Despite the electric jolt that it sends through your spine, you hold his wrist.

“Bucky, you don’t have to,” you whisper.

“You don’t like it?” He asks against your lips.

“No, I do. It’s just-”

“Then let me make you feel good.”

You moan loudly when he inserts his two fingers inside your aching cunt, the sensation better than anything you could have ever imagined.

“So wet, baby. Is it all for me? Did you like sucking my dick that much?”

You try to say “yes”, but it sounds more like a whimper since Bucky had just found your special spot. Realizing it, he rubs his fingertips over and over again against the spongy area, and your legs start to shake. But as you’re about to warn him that you’re close, he stops.

“Not yet,” he whispers before you can complain, “wanna taste you.”

And that’s how you end up in your bed, lying naked in soaked sheets with Bucky’s face between your thighs, almost screaming as he moves his vibranium fingers in and out while sucking and licking your bundle of nerves. Soon, you feel that familiar heat in your lower belly.

“Bucky, I’m gonna-” you’re interrupted by a moan escaping through your throat.

He only hums in response, sending vibrations through your whole body and bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure gets to its peak, and you feel like you’re floating while Bucky happily cleans you up, the sensation of his warm tongue touching every single part of your pussy, inside and out, riding you through your orgasm.

When you come back down from your high, Bucky’s hovering over you, a mixture of lust and gratitude taking his features. He gives you a long chaste kiss.

“Told you, you couldn’t hurt me.”

You smile at his words. “Will you let me stitch you up now?”

“What if we just…” he covers you both with your blanket and hugs you tight, “forget about the stitches?”

“Buck…”

“You know I don’t need ‘em, doll.”

“But-”

He interrupts you with a kiss. Then another. Then one more. “Just today.”

You sigh, defeated, but snuggle up inside his arms.

Bucky gives you a long kiss on the forehead, whispering a very low “thank you” before you both fall asleep.

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cosmosis · 11 months

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miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - touchy touchy

modern ceo au! thinking about how miguel touches you so often around the office that a random guy decides to do something about it

You and Miguel don’t share a workplace. He’d end up being your boss anyway, and as much as you love spending time with him, it’s not good to have a partner that also gives you your paycheck. (Plus, distance can equal longing.)

Miguel constantly insist that you stay at home, and that he’d provide you with everything you could ask for but... feminism???( /j ) You have your own job conveniently down the street from Miguel’s office; it’s more of a hobby than it really is a job, but it gets you money.

The whole building knows you as “Miguel’s Wife”; you visit often. Sometimes your visits are a surprise, others it’s when you have nothing to do so you just hang by Miguel all day. You’re blessed with free food from the cafeteria, plus the gym. It’s fun to watch Miguel work out.

Though, today was... funny.

Whenever Miguel thinks you guys are alone, he’s touchy. However, to Miguel, “alone” is just being in a room with less than 6 people in it. So, needless to say, his employees have seen things.

You’re just so pretty, so cute to him, he can’t help but just worm his way over to you whenever in sight.

Things along the lines of kisses, waist grabbing, thigh grabbing, hugs, back hugs, and even ass-slapping are a common sight to see when you’re around the office. Miguel truly, genuinely believes that he’s being sly, but that’s probably because everyone’s too scared/nice to say anything about it. Perks of being a CEO.

No one really tells the new recruits about it though, it’s just a you-see-it-and-get-used-to-it type of thing.

So imagine your surprise when someone in the office pulls you aside one day and asks if Miguel is sexually assaulting you.

Miguel’s been lingering his hands all over you today in particular, boldly sliding his big hand down towards your ass. You elbow him a little when he gets too close though, especially around a few people.

“¿Por favor, querida?“ He whines, slithering his hand back onto you.

“Oh my gosh, Miguel, no. Wait until we’re out of work.“

All is well, but Miguel has to tend to a few things, so you take it upon yourself to take a break at the cafeteria. Might as well bring him a drink while you’re at it.

Halfway through your walk there, some guy you’ve seen around taps on your shoulder and pulls you aside. He’s relatively young, has this assertive look to him. Among the quirky pins on his shirt pocket, you find an ID card labeled “INTERN.”

The worry on his own face makes you a little anxious.

“Ma’am, are you okay?“ He asks, meeting his eyes with yours. He looks serious, peering from left to right as if a secret was being exchanged.

“Uh- yeah, what do you mean?“

His voice is low, almost a whisper. “Girl, I’ve seen Miguel grope you... do you want me to call the police? I have a video right here as pr-“

A gust of relief washes over you, and you almost start to laugh. You watch as the guy starts to pull up his phone, before you stop him.

“Oh, no no no, it’s okay!“ You exclaim. “Miguel’s my husband, he’s just clingy!“

The man raises an eyebrow, concern lacing his voice. “You aren’t just saying that, right? Like, you’re really okay?”

“Yes, don’t worry. If he was actually bothering me, then I’d tell him.“ You chuckle, just to ease up the serious air a little bit.

“Ah, well if you say so... If anything happens, just let me know.“ He says.

“Yeah, thank you for the concern, though.“ You smile, and he smiles back, walking away around the corner where you assume he came from.

With a little laugh, you continue your walk towards the cafeteria, thinking deeply about the interaction. It might be time for you to tell Miguel to stop touching you often around the office, as much as you enjoy it. He’d hate despise it though.

If it weren’t for you being around so often, work life might not be as pleasant for his employees. You don’t think Miguel truly notices, but he starts getting huffy and puffy when you aren’t around to see him; people get a little more scared of him when he has this scowl on his face.

“Who was that?“

You violently flinch, yelping out loud. In one swift motion, you swerve around, your heartbeat only easing down when you realize it’s just Miguel.

“Miguel, honey, you gotta stop scaring me.“

“...Sorry. Who was that?“ He asks, obvious curiosity in his voice. Almost like it was muscle memory, he slips both hands onto your sides, reminding you of the topic at hand. (literally lmao)

“Just some guy... you know what he asked me, though?“

“If it was on a date he’s getting fired.“ Miguel promises darkly, squeezing at the fat of your sides.

“No, Miguel. He asked if you were assaulting me. Even asked me if he wanted me to call the police.“

“Assaulting?“

“Yeah, because you keep on doing things like this-“ You place your hands on his. “- to me every time I visit!“

Like a guilty puppy, Miguel pouts to the side, reluctantly slipping his hands away from you. It takes you everything not to laugh at him as he grumbles to himself, that signature scowl building onto his face.

“It’s fine, Miguel. You can still touch me. Just tone it down a bit when we’re around people, yeah?“

Miguel nods, slowly inching his fingers towards your hands. “Yeah. M’sorry.”

“Miguel, it’s fine. It’s not like I hate it, it might just be uncomfortable for your employees.“

Miguel sighs, dipping down his head to rest on your shoulder. He catches a whiff of your body wash, sweet and comforting. You giggle, a sound that Miguel would kill to hear for everyday of his life. You slide your own hands over onto his broad back, tracing your fingers against the muscle through his shirt.

“I just... I think I love you too much.“ He mumbles, and your ears almost strain to hear it.

“Awh, you know I love you too.“ You sweetly reply, squeezing him into a tight hug. He’s so darling, compressing you tight against him.

“Just let me have this, and I’ll leave you be for a bit, hm?“ Miguel mutters into your ear, indulgently smoothing his big hands over your little back. Chills run up your spine when he presses a smooch to your ear.

“Yeah, we’ll see how long that’ll last...“ You chuckle, letting him do what he wants for the time being.

It takes Miguel longer than he really should to let you go, adoration clearly written on his face as he detaches his arms from you.

“You wanna grab coffee with me before you have to go back?“ You ask, beaming at Miguel with a natural smile.

Miguel doesn’t know what to do with himself. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

You break off into a walk through the hallway, and Miguel has to remind himself every minute or so to keep his hands off.

. . .

It didn’t work.

Already in line for coffee, Miguel’s chin rests on top of your head, acting as if the previous conversation was entirely wiped clean from his memory.

You sigh, knowingly speaking to the barista as if you didn’t have a 6′9 CEO strapped to your back like a koala.

“Baby, what did we say?“

“Sorry...“

miguel is 6′9 because i said so and because of this tiktok

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sweet relief | l. norris | part four

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ it's so reckless of me...

summary: in which you fall for your best friend’s teammate and keeping it a secret proves to be harder than you intended. or when all you need is sweet relief the rest of the world fades away. pairing: social media au || lando norris x piastri bsf!reader fc: olivia rodrigo <3 warnings: language

inspired by the song ‘sweet relief’ by madison beer

ALL PARTS HERE

a/n: hi i'm veryyyyy sorry for how long it took me to get this one up but it has a bit more than the other parts did & its currently finals week so the end of the semester is always very busy so i didn't have much time to work on this. hope you enjoy xx

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wheeboo · 1 year

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7pm | kwon soonyoung

SYNOPSIS. in which soonyoung helps you unwind at the han river. PAIRING. kwon soonyoung x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.03k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’ track 01: fighting! track 02: lunch track 03: now playing ‘7pm’

A tired yawn escapes your lips and into the cool, evening air as you walk your way down the Han River to meet at the spot your boyfriend had texted you to come to. You weren't entirely sure why Soonyoung had suddenly surprised you with a date after an exhausting day, but who were you to complain anyway?

Your footsteps aren't full of any sort of rush, admiring eyes gazing off into the glistening waters of the Han River as the sky became a colourful palette of yellow, orange, and purple. It was perhaps the most beautiful time of the day to be outside and let the evening air refresh you after your tiresome shift. These days, there was barely any time to unwind comfortably since your workplace has been constantly calling you in, as well as loads of personal matters on top of your shoulders.

It was hard to recall the last time you were able to have a decent break from life in general.

You notice a tree in the distance and the familiar colour of a sweater that you knew you had seen somewhere, or maybe even worn at some point. Quickening your feet, a smile crosses your lips as you approach.

"Soonyoung!" You call out, voice tinged with excitement.

The figure turns around at the sound of your voice, and before you knew it, you find yourself being scooped up into the air with a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You and Soonyoung's chuckles emanate into the air together, a mixture of happiness and relief. It felt all too unreal to be finally reunited in your boyfriend's arms after being separated for the entire day.

"Gosh, I missed you so much." Soonyoung buries his face in your shoulder, keeping his arms wrapped around you. He finds himself easily settling into your presence, your bodies pressed against one another in a soothing hug. "Been away from you for too long."

"I missed you too, Soon," You say, and Soonyoung pulls back to finally look at you. You take his bare face in your hands, cupping his puffed out cheeks lightly, his eyes full of nothing but adoration.

Unable to help himself, Soonyoung leans down to press a quick peck to your lips, feeling satisifed just from the brief contact and leaving you a bit dazed and flustered.

"I gotta show you something." Then he reaches down to grab your hand, leading you towards the tree where you couldn't help but gasp at the sight of a picnic blanket on the ground and containers of food spread out evenly on top.

"What is all this?" You ask as Soonyoung lets his free hand take out the remaining food out of the bag.

"I wanted to treat you. We haven't been able to go out on a date lately since you've been called into work every day," He motions for you to sit down on the blanket next to him. "and you've been really stressed, so I wanted to help you... unwind."

You didn't know how to respond, only grinning from Soonyoung's acts of services. And maybe in that same moment, you felt your heart do a leap𑁋a feeling that still lingers even after being together for the last two years.

"Kwon Soonyoung, you are just..." You ball your hands up into a fist as if trying to emphasise just how in love you are with this damn man. "I can't thank you enough for this."

Soonyoung just shakes his head, unable to hide the proud smirk on his face as he opens some of the containers of food. He hands you some utensils, and the two of you begin to chow down in comfortable silence, simply basking in the evening air and the peace serenaded by the river. You feel yourself already beginning to unwind, the effects of the food on your tastebuds already replenishing your energy.

"Is it good?" he asks you.

You nod your head, swallowing down the bits of food. "It's amazing, babe. Where did you find the time to make all this?"

"Ah... well I asked Mingyu to help me..."

That was enough to elicit a laugh from you, knowing how clumsy your boyfriend is in the kitchen, and Soonyoung can feel himself melt from the sight. Despite the embarrassed redness growing on his face, making you laugh has always been one of his top priorities.

Even though your boyfriend can be quite the ball of energy himself at times, you can never deny the power he has in refueling your exhaustion. Being with him never seems to overwhelm you in any way; you can never feel tired from being around him. He seems to be the only person in the world whose energy exudes onto you. It was one of the many things you love about him.

Once the two of you finish eating, you find your head resting atop of Soonyoung's lap. Soonyoung keeps a comfortable arm around you, fingers lightly caressing circles on your arm as your eyes struggle to stay fully open. You hear him humming a low tune, and you silently swear you can fall asleep that very moment.

"Is there anything you want to do before we leave?" Soonyoung looks down at you, noticing the way your eyes lazily flutter back open to the sound of his voice.

"Mmmh... just staying here is nice."

Soonyoung gently pinches your face, causing you to whine. "You're about to fall asleep."

"Am not!"

"You are!"

"Okay, maybe I am," You admit defeatedly. "Just been a long week, you know?"

Soonyoung sighs. He wish he could do so much more to relieve your stress.

"Yeah, I know."

"But..." You sit up to crawl your way into the space next to him, letting his arms encapsulate around you once more. "Tonight was a perfect way to end it."

For a moment, Soonyoung could’ve sworn his brain malfunctioned. He couldn't help but pull you closer to him, pressing small kisses all over your face and making your body vibrate with happiness. The two of you find yourselves sprawled on top of the blanket with your legs entangled together, watching as the moon slowly but surely claimed its rightful place in the night sky.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #hoshi fluff #soonyoung fluff #kwon soonyoung fluff #hoshi #soonyoung #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung x reader #soonyoung x reader #svt #svt x reader #seventeen #kwon soonyoung #hoshi imagines #soonyoung imagines #kwon soonyoung imagines #svt fluff

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chococoveredsmores · 10 months

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is it okay to req for a filo reader? i saw merienda and immediately thought "kababayan" im sorry tho if i got it wrong—😭

MILES with a filipino reader

a/n: okay i'm so sorry this is really short because life is very hectic right now </3 i hope u enjoy tho

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you would swear in filo a lot to the point where miles'd learn how to swear himself... he'd know more profanities than anything else LMAO

you'd love making miles try our filo foods like sisig! sinigang! adobo! or maybe even snacks like clover, piatos, or street food like isaw, fish balls, all your childhood food!

you call miles' parents tito and tita. they breathed a sigh of relief when you first met them and you didn't call them by their first names

your parents LOVE miles! they're happy their child is dating someone with good grades (ha ha..)

your moms would always make chika together also HAHAHA

miles would try to learn a little filipino to impress you. it may have a little bit of an accent but it's okay because it's the thought that counts!!

You're lying down on Miles' bed, illuminated phone in one hand and the other intertwined with your boyfriend's. You can kind of tell he's trying to tell you something, the way his eyes constantly shift to your gaze and back to his phone.

"What's up? You seem bothered." You yourself started to get quite bothered with the continuous glances.

Miles' attention immediately shifts to you. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to show you something."

Your interest peaks when he opens his phone and clears up his throat. "Ahem. Magandang... hapon.. po." (good afternoon, formally)

At once, your eyes light up and you break into the biggest smile he's ever seen— he is a little stunned at your oh-so-positive response.

"My gosh, where'd you learn that? That's amazing!"

"Um, I know a few more phrases, actually. I got this, uh, language app."

You beckon him to recite, ecstatic at his knowledge for your own language.

"Okay, um... ikaw ay maganda! (you are pretty, in a slightly stiff way) And uhh, asan po yung banyo?" (where is the bathroom?)

You let out a hearty laugh at the latter sentence, your heart fluttering at his endearing self.

"Hay, bat ang pogi mo talaga?" (why are you so handsome) You pull him into a hug, showering him with kisses. His ears turn a little red, but he plays it cool (or so he thinks) with a slightly awkward peck returned on the cheek.

Your heart swelled at the idea that Miles had put in so much effort towards appreciating your language and culture.

"Mahal ko kita, aking sinta." (love you, my darling)

a/n 2: listen since miles is using a language app to learn he also probably knows common phrases tourists might use to get around so... thats why i kinda put that

#guys i cringed writing this again #atsv #across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #atsv x reader #miles x reader #spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman: across the spiderverse #filipino reader #miles headcanons

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tinytinyblogs · 8 months

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Han In Love With You

Love

(n.) Giving the last piece of pizza no matter how much you want it.

Stray kids masterlist here

You've known Han for a while now, but you've never really had a conversation with him. He's always been very shy around people he doesn't know well, and he tends to keep to himself. He's always polite and greets you when he sees you, but he just nods his head shyly and doesn't say much else. You don't know much about him, but you've noticed that he talks more when he's with his close friends. This suggests that he's more comfortable around people he knows well, and that he's able to open up more when he's not feeling shy.

Han has a huge crush on you. He loves to see you smile and laugh when you're talking with your friends. Everything about you seems perfect to him. But he's so shy around you that he can't let out any other words besides "hi."

Han's friend told him that he was making his crush on you too obvious, but Han couldn't understand why you still didn't know how he felt. He wondered if maybe you knew and didn't care. Han had been your secret admirer for a long time, and he would often put lovely notes on your desk or buy you snacks or coffee that he knew you liked. He had been very observant of your likes and dislikes, and he wanted to do everything he could to make you happy.

Han loved the way you smiled when you read the notes he gave you. It made his heart pound so fast that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. Your smile is the light of his life. It's the thing that makes him happiest. He would do anything to see you smile, even if it meant doing something silly or embarrassing. He wished he could talk more to you, he wished he could get closer to you.

Han is not a party person. He's been invited to several parties in the past, but he's always turned them down. But this time, he can't say no. He hated crowded spaces. He hated not being able to move freely or breathe easily. He hated the noise and the chaos. He hated feeling like he was trapped. And yet, here he was, scanning the room for a place to find a little peace. He could see the park behind the building, but there was no one there. The park was empty, with only a few trees swaying in the breeze.

Han sighed in relief as he stepped out of the building and into the park. The music from the party was still audible, but it was much quieter outside. He could also hear people talking, but their voices were muffled by the trees. Han took a deep breath of the fresh air and looked up at the sky. The moon was full and bright, and it was painting the night sky with a beautiful silver glow. Han smiled. He knew that he would be able to relax here until he could sneak back home.

"It's beautiful here," a voice said from beside him. Han startled and looked up. He saw you standing there, and he was immediately taken aback by your beauty. You were even more beautiful than the moon tonight. "Y-yeah, it is," Han said, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper. He quickly looked back up at the moon, hoping that you wouldn't notice how flustered he was. "I come here to get away from the noise," you said. "It's so peaceful." There was a moment of awkward silence. Han didn't know what to say. He was too busy staring at you to think straight. "They are so loud," you said, taking a seat beside him. "Gosh, I shouldn't have come."

You look at Han, who is busy playing with his fingers. You've been talking for a while now, and you're starting to feel like he's not really listening to you. "It's better if we can talk more," you say. "I would love to know you more, Han." Han looks up at you, and you can see that he's a little bit flustered. He doesn't know what to say. "I..." he starts, but then he trails off. Han takes a deep breath. "You look beautiful today," he says. You chuckle. "Thank you."

"You say it everyday on the notes," Han's eyes grew wide as you spoke. Han couldn't believe you knew who put the notes on his desk all the time. He was so flustered that he could barely speak. "Sorry," you said, letting out a soft laugh. "I just really love the notes and all the things you give me. If I told you, I wouldn't get any more cute notes that make my day. " Han's face turned as red as a tomato. He couldn't believe that you liked what he did. He had been so shy about putting the notes on your desk, and he had never imagined that you would even notice, let alone like them.

He muttered to himself, "How?" It was loud enough for you to hear, so you glanced at him before looking back up at the night sky. "I came earlier than you, Han, and I saw with my own eyes that you put everything on my desk. But I let you put it down and walk in like I didn't know. It was cute." Your words and your voice were like a melody, blessing his ears. He admired your beautiful face. "Can I still get the notes? They really made my day."

Han's hand slowly reached for yours, feeling the warmth of your skin as he held it. He took a moment to gather his courage, then took a deep breath. "How about instead of giving you notes," he said, "I could tell you every day how beautiful you are and how much I love everything about you?"

Han was surprised at himself for saying it out loud. He had never really thought he would be able to tell you how he felt. But there you were, looking at him with those beautiful eyes, and he couldn't help himself. You smiled at him. "I would love that," you whispered.

Han looked at you, his eyes shining with love. He knew he couldn't stop loving you, because you made him feel so right.

"Uhm, so... can I kiss you?" he asked, his voice a little shaky.

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tsunderedoctor · 2 years

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Hello! I'm so happy that your request is open again (because I've been waiting for it)! Do you mind if I request romantic headcanons for Katakuri, Zoro, and Law with F!S/O where S/O faints from overworking? If you think my request is uncomfortable for you, you could decline it! Thank you!

PS. Don't forget to take care of yourself!

Aww thanks for waiting so patiently!! I will do my very best!! 💜💜

Seeing your body fall to the ground shocked the man. He quickly did his best to cushion your fall as your skin grew sweaty and cold from the shock. His usual stoic expression is now one filled with worry for your wellbeing.

Once you wake up, he lets out a bated breath as he checks you over, making sure you didn’t hurt yourself while doing his best to ask the usual medical questions a doctor would.

Carries you like the prince(ss) you are, even if you are taller than him! He sees you as this higher being who deserves nothing more than the best. So carry, he will!

If the reason you passed out was caused from not eating or drinking enough water, he offers you some of his beloved donuts and makes sure you drink enough for two people!

However, if it was something scary or triggering, he does his best to remember the situation, so you never have to go through that again. He uses his Observation Haki to make sure you stay safe too in any new circumstance.

Just like the other two, he’s worried. He lost his friend to a fall, and seeing you tumble to the floor just brings back fears he didn’t want to remember. You were not Kuina, you can’t die like her!

Calls for Chopper to come look at you, while he shakes you awake, worry in his eyes as he feels unsure what to do. Once Chopper confirms you just passed out and would be fine is when he is reassured everything will be okay.

When you are awake, he goes back to his tough boy ways, but stays by your side, not wanting to let you fall again. Suggests you need some sake in you life (or some form of alcohol-) to help build up your system.

If you ask if he was worried about you, he will cough up his sake and deny it. No he wasn’t worried! Are you crazy, why would he waste his time on such a silly thing! Gosh! And no he isn’t blushing, don’t let it go to your head!

When you aren’t looking, he smiles a bit, happy to know you are safe and sound. He made a promise never to lose his important people again, and whether you like it or not, you’re one of them!

Law’s medical side kicks in and he goes into doctor mode. Fanning your face, making you lay on your back and checks your eyes while talking to you, letting you know he’s here for you.

He’s worried, but he doesn’t let it show, doing his best to stay calm for both of you, knowing you might react badly once you wake up. When he sees your eyes open, a sigh of relief leaves his body.

Shaky hands place themselves on your face as he looks you over. his body shaking despite his flat appearance, the only sigh that his own adrenaline had kicked in. You were okay, it’s okay.

Watches you like a hawk for the next few days, even if you think you feel better, he makes sure you are eating the proper food and drinking your daily intake of water. If you take medicine, you better believe he is checking too for side effects or if you are taking them.

Only shows he cares when you are asleep. He pulls your body close to his, almost as if you are a comfort plushie, he face buried in your shoulder as he breathes. He keeps reminding himself he didn’t lose you and isn’t planning on anytime soon.

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emithecharmer · 1 year

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Disney and Density

Fluff, friends-to-lovers, mentions of kidnapping and death (typical disney stuff 🤪) sorry for any mistakes! Disney referenced movies in order: Tangled, Frozen, Mulan, The Princess and the Frog, Frozen, The Aristocats.

"Okay, I got snacks, movies, drinks, and, my cat." I said as I plopped my cat onto my friends lap.

"Oh, and one more thing." I smiled when my cat jumped away and ran into my bedroom.

"Hm, what?" Felix asked as he turned around and gasped.

"You got Vegemite!?" He yelled in shock as he stood up and walked over.

"Mhm, my friend just got back from over there, so I asked her to grab some." I explained.

"Stop it, I love you." He said excitedly as he grabbed the jar.

"Do not tell Chris." He said pointedly, making me laugh and hold my hands up,

"I got him some too, don't worry." He nodded and clutched his hand to his chest in relief.

"RUN! RUN GO RUN!" I yelled at the movie, telling Eugene to run away from Gothel.

"NO!" Felix yelled as Eugene fell to the ground.

"Dumbass." I rolled my eyes at the TV as Felix giggled.

"C'mon, he had to see it coming!" I groaned as I threw my head back.

"Y'know, if you were ever kidnapped as a baby, held in a tower for 16 years, and then we met and I showed you what freedom was like. You think we could date?" I tilted my head in consideration.

"If you looked like Eugene." I answered.

"Wha- Not like me?" I shook my head.

"No, but, I would date you if my sister had been hiding her powers from me since she'd frozen a part of my head at a young age, and we met on a quest to find her." Felix hummed and tilted his head.

"I'll take it." I nodded.

"Let's watch 'Mulan' next. I wanna see daddy Shang." I moaned, causing Felix to double over in laughter and stand up.

"I'm gonna get some water, want anything?" I shook my head and watched him walk into the kitchen.

"You know, I should head home after Mulan, if I'm not staying here." Felix called out from the kitchen.

"I thought you were staying?" I asked.

"Oh- Am I?" He asked with a confused pout when he came back.

"Can you?" He nodded and got comfy on the couch again, opting for his head on my shoulder this time.

"Shanggg, be nice, you're half the soldier she is." Felix chuckled at my enthusiasm.

"If you sacrificed your own life for your father's, I'd be a bit threatened too." Felix said.

"Didn't Shang's dad die?" I asked.

"Mhm, when they were called to the frontlines."

"Yeahh, that's right."

Felix yawned and I smiled at him.

"Should we go to my room? You can lay down." He raised an eyebrow and smirked, making me tap his nose with my finger.

"Not like that you little horn dog." Felix cackled at my choice of words.

"I am not!" I raised an eyebrow at him, making him duck his head.

"...Just a little." He muttered, making me cackle and stand up, holding out my hand.

"Let's go, puppy." He said as he stood up and stretched, taking my hand after.

I turned off the TV and walked into my room. Luckily I had a big bed, so Felix could spread out as much as he wanted.

"Scoot over." He groaned.

"Your legs are all over me, you scoot over!" I pushed his leg, making him giggle sleepily and kick back.

"Ah! Stop!" I laughed.

"Oh my gosh stop, the lightning bug died..." I turned to the screen and Felix gasped.

"No!"

"I want a relationship like Anna and Kristof's." I said, making Felix hum.

"Except, I don't want the absolute absurd density they have."

"I think you already do." Felix said, making me slap his shoulder.

"Um, rude?" He laughed.

"And what do you mean by that?" I asked.

"How dumb are you?" He asked, making my eyes widen.

"Stop being mean bro!" I said.

"Y/n." I stilled, looking up and making as best eye contact I could with him in the darkness.

"Will you be the Duchess to my O'Malley?" He asked, making my jaw drop.

"Stop, because they're literally adorable-"

"Y/n.." He sighed.

"Yeah- Oh- Yeah- Yes- Mhm- Yeah- Sounds good- Gre-" I was cut off by Felix bringing his hand up to my cheek, and giving me a questioning look. I nodded and that's all it took for him to bring my face closer to his and kiss my lips softly.

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Love, do not pass me by

Pairing: Simon “Ghost ” Riley x f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary : This story sets after " Up for a challenge". Life turns upside down for the better, and the worse, and rock bottom.

Continuation/parallel universe of @saltofmercury ’s ““The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader/OC is Soap’s little sister. PLEASE GO READ HER STORY first to make sense of this story. Also go read her König stories too, it’s brilliant.

Warning: R18/Explicit theme (mention of sex) , swearing. Slight violence. Unplanned pregnancy.

Anything about UK/SAS/military information I had to google and make up a bit, so it isn't entirely accurate.

English isn’t my first language so expect a lot of mistakes with tenses. Not beta'ed. If you don’t like it, move on. you are responsible for your own internet consumption.

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

After three hours of train ride from London to Credenhill usually easy ride for you during normal time, but with your physical condition and mental state, it seems like forever and you are ready to collapse. You know you have you push on. You were desperate to get in touch with the boys. With Simon.

Walking slowly towards the SAS headquarter, you were greeted by the two soldiers manning the gate.

Fishing out your I.D and presenting it to the guards and announcing your name, one of the guard look at you with wide eye, "OH! you are Sergeant Johnny MacTavish's sister? Mini? the one nearly outdrank L.T Simon Riley?"

" Oh gosh.. is this what my reputation is like in SAS... "

The Guard chuckled, " It's not necessary bad, you are actually a legend amongst the soldiers for making L.T losing his composure. Anyway, what can we do for you?"

"I tried to contact Captain Price's team for last few months,I know they are off on a mission and had to go dark for a while,but I have really urgent business I need to talk to them."

" You are in luck. the team actually just got back from South America early this morning." Passing you a visitor's ID for you to display around your chest, he waved you through the gate, " Come on through, I will take you to the meeting room."

Following the guard to a private waiting room, he indicate you to sit down on the couch, " I will go grab the boys for you. Wouldn't be too long." Giving you a salute, he left the room.

You sigh in relief, but at same time anxiety is starting to hit, you don't know how well Simon is going to receive the news you are about to break to him. You tried every avenue to contact the boys the last few months, coming up to the barrack was the last resort, and now you just have to face the music...

"MINI! What are you doing here??The guard said you had urgent news to bring to us, did something happen to Ma and Pa?" Soap slam the door open with extreme worry on his face, but once he had a good look at you, his eyes was wide with disbelief.

OH SHIT.

You totally didn't expect Johnny to come through, wait, what do you expect? You told the guard you were Johnny's sister and you were desperate to talk to the boys, of course they are going to assume something happened to your family and you have to see your brother. How stupid can you be? no wonder Johnny nag you about how you act before you think.

"Johnny... I'll explain to you later.. just let me talk to Simon first.."

" FUCK I KNEW IT'S HIM.... I FUCKEN KNEW" He quickly turned and storm out of the room and down the corridor, marching towards Price's office where everyone is meeting for mission debrief. " I am gonna fucken KILL HIM, I SWEAR!"

"Johnny WAIT!" you waddle after him as fast as you could in your state, but you just couldn't catch up. You saw him going around the corner and storm in a room, and next thing you hear was him yelling , follow by a loud bam.

Simon, Gaz, Price and few of other team members were sitting around quietly talking amongst themselves, when Soap flung the door open, march straight up to Ghost and threw him against the wall.

"Easy Soap! What the hell you doing? Where is Mini?" Gaz and Price rush towards Soap trying to pull him back from punching Ghost.

" I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK AROUND WITH MY SISTER, AND WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU FUCKER WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO SAY??!!"

Ghost deflect Soap's punch with ease, looking at him with total confusing, not understanding what is going on,

"JOHN CAMPBELL MACTAVISH, let, him, GO. I don't need you to go around all braveheart like you are about to defend my honour. It's not his fault." You growled at your brother, everyone's eye all landed on you as you finally caught up.

Ghost look at you, and down at your belly. a very pregnant belly. Time just stopped.

You walked into the room, closing the door, Gaz hurryingly pulled a chair and make you sit down as you were trying to catch your breath. Burying your face in your hand for few second, you look up at Price with pleading eye, " Everyone out, including you Soap." as Ghost push himself off the wall Price stopped him and shovel him back towards you "You two need to talk."

Now just two of you in the room. You can still vaguely hear Soap yelling and Price's low voice telling him to calm down.

" I am sorry to sprung this upon you Simon.. I.. I tried to contact you guys few months ago earlier on the mission.. but ... I had no choice but to come here, I am due soon and I want to let you know..." You look up at him, into his eyes, trying to gauge his reaction.

All you see is a very cold, emotionless brown eye staring at you, through his ghost mask.

"And?"

You shuddered.

"I .. I thought you want to know, you have the right to know.. I am not asking much..."

" I don't care. Do whatever you want."

Anger arises, trying to hold back tears and not letting the hormone get the best of you, " Simon Riley, you are the FATHER of the babies, I am doing my duty to inform you, giving you a chance to opt in to be around our children, you don't need to be such an ass about it! I know it was my fault, I told you I was on the pill and you could just.. just.... " Your face burns thinking back to that night....

"Where... Where do you want me to..."

" Inside Simon.. I am on the pill.. I want you to fill me...Please.."

What you totally forgot was you were on antibiotics for infection which you had from a cut you got from work. So much for being a health professional... You mentally slap yourself thinking back.

Ghost remain silent. Body rigid. Fist clenched.

You don't know what else to say to him anymore, letting out a sob, you quickly walked out of the office, away from him.

"Mini, talk to me, did he hurt you.. " Soap wrap his arm around you and pulling you into embrace.

" No.. yes.. no... " You feel him turning and ready to walk back into the office, you pulled him back. "Johnny... Just.. just take me home."

"... Does Ma and Pa know about this."

" I haven't been home for quite a while.. the only person knew about this is Emma and I have informed work as well." Emma, your flatmate and work colleague working at same hospital as you in London had been supportive and wonderful, she's been helping you with looking for new flat with more room for you two to move in, to get ready for the birth of the babies.

"Please Johnny, I will tell Ma and Pa soon. Just let me sort this out myself. "

He open his mouth wanting to say more. You shook your head to shush him. Turning around to face Price and Gaz, " I am so sorry to make such a scene... Just don't blame Simon for this."

Both men nodding their head, gave you a quick hug and let you and Johnny on the way.

After collecting few stuff from his room from the dorm, he lead you to his jeep and drive you both back to London mostly in silence.

Emma was on the couch when both of you arrived at your London flat late at night. Emma raised her eyebrow as she saw Soap walking in.

"Oh, Hi Johnny."

Johnny gave her a half smile, and turning to you " Hey. I hope you don't mind me hogging the shower for a bit."

You wave at him to tell him to go ahead, he walked towards your room to put his bag down.

" Did you tell Simon." She ask as she lead you to sit down on the couch with glass of water.

" I did... and... I don't know, what was I expecting? Him to jump up and down with joy with the news? Oh Gawd, I feel so stupid.. "

Pulling you in for a hug, Emma chided ' Oh stop it, you are not stupid. You did what you can. Forget the asshole, we will be here to help you. Now, what is your brother doing here?"

" He said he's gonna stay with me for few days and make sure I am alright.. with drama aside, I think he is secretly excited to be an uncle." Soap's eyes lit up when you grabbed his hand to feel the baby kicking while driving. You are sure he is going to be a great uncle that will spoil the kids rotten.

" I am sure he is." Emma smiled.

" You don't mind if he stays on the couch for few days right?"

" Oh NONONO, Not at all, not a bother at all. " Is that a blush on Emma's face you just saw?

Two of you chatted for a little bit more before Johnny emerges from the shower and you three said your goodnight after setting him up on the sofa couch in the living room.

Taking a quick shower , winding down in bed, you were half hoping you get a text from Simon. Nothing. Gaz texted through though just to quickly check on how you are going. You replied with a smile emoji and threw your phone on charge.

Reality is starting to set in. You are going to have to raise the children without their father. Their emotionless, asshole father.

To who you fell in love. Very much.

And now he broke your heart.

A/N : Ghost is just being a emotionless asshole here. This poor boy got issue. he doesn't think he deserves happiness, so he pushes everything away. including Mini. hurting her immensely in the process.

BTW, I saw this brilliant imagine art by ShkretArt on what they think Simon looks like under the mask... that is my Simon face for my fic now ( Sorry Samuel Roukin lol ) Go check it out here:

"Simon/Ghost" - Credit to : @shkretart

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #john price #cod mw2 imagine #simon riley imagine

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chaerssss · 10 months

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-ˋˏ [When love lasts] ˎˊ

Pairings:- Choi Beomgyu x Female reader

Synopsis:- Growing up with a friend group was a blessing in a prestigious school. It also contributed to your love life. Everyone went on their own ways, but that one person still resides in your heart. So, what would you do if he showed up again as your neighbour?

Genre:- Friends to lovers, Rom-Com, fluff, more fluff and more fluff, TXT x Itzy friend group.

Type:- Oneshot

Words:- 20k

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Gosh, you shouldn't have trusted your alcoholic acquaintance who tends to refer to you as a 'friend' for a blind date. It'd be a miracle if she, herself managed to find the right guy. The moment you sat on the table, which by the way was reserved by you, he has been talking non-stop about some guy named Marx and his good deeds. You did not study English literature as a major for this.

But how could you stop him? You had absolutely no idea. One part of you wanted to just walk out and the other felt sympathetic towards this lonely guy who wanted to share information about his interests. No wonder you never had a boyfriend. Your palms held your chin as you tried your best to look focused but who were you kidding, even if you did pay mind to him he wasn't going to accept you.

What a waste of day. "He looked cute though." You mumbled while walking down the streets to your beloved apartment. The sky was clear but you were suspicious of the rain as it was monsoon already. You loved rain. Even if you were given a lifetime to describe the happiness you felt when you saw the droplets falling from the sky, you don't think you could. All you needed was a person who made you feel just as happy. And there was someone, during your high school days. God, the things you'd do just to live those times once again.

You reached your apartment and saw a truck full of furniture and then realised, the people living next to your apartment had left a week ago. New family might be moving in. Reaching the elevator, you pressed the button for 8th floor. The doors of the lift had started to close when a hand stopped their convergence.

You gazed up to find a a blond head hunching down, panting. As he straightened his posture, you met a familiar face. It was difficult to figure out the person when his body was bowed but now it's very clear. "I'm sorry I got late-" he stopped in between, reflecting the same expression on your face. Eyes wide, jaw about to fall off and eyebrows raised up. He had froze in his place.

There was no way you would be in the same lift as this man so with courage you moved your feet and began clicking the close button recklessly while maintaining the eye contact. The people passing you guys were quite surprised and some even laughed thinking your misery was comical. But he didn't even move until the doors to the elevator closed and you finally let out a sigh of relief.

Your knees felt so weak, you almost collapsed if it wasn't for the lift wall behind you. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Wobbling you managed to reach your apartment. Your head completely immersed in Choi Beomgyu. Did he perhaps know where I live? Is he here for me? No that's can't be...and just as you take your keys out, your eyes fall on the empty apartment next to you. A man entered from the lift with a few boxes and went into next door. You bit your lip out of curiosity, wanting to know who was the person moving in.

"Excuse me?" You called out for the man who now came out, "Yes?", stepping closer, "Um, do you have any idea of what kind of people are moving here?"

"What does that mean?" He questioned because of the absurdity and finds your eyes trying to search something inside the apartment. "Just tell me, is it a family?"

"No..it's a fine young man. Somewhere around 22 to 24."

The man revealed and your eyes automatically grew wide. Your highschool crush was moving next to you. Oh, holy land, open yourself and bury me in, save me from the embarassment. Even though it had been 5 years, you had grown beautifully from a teenager to an adult, you still didn't have the guts to face him and you have no idea why.

So lost in thought and fear you didn't notice the man leave. The lift dinged once again and you ran for your life because what if it was Beomgyu? You tried hiding your face with hair and went near your apartment door. But the series of unfortunate events had just started. Your keys disappeared. One moment they were hanging in your fingers and now they're gone.

On top of that, you have no idea if Beomgyu ever came upstairs. So what if you turned around and met with him...again?!? No no, you mustn't turn. You mumbled to yourself and tried finding the keys somewhere. For a second you thought of just walking out of there but then what if you saw him downstairs. Ugh, so frustrating.

As you're frowning and cursing your life, a hand pats you shoulder. You turn around, and your eyes once again expand. It was the person you had been trying to avoid this whole time.

"Looking for these?" He said as he held the keys in hands and shook them, creating sounds because of the pearl keychain attached to them. You froze. You and no idea what to say or do. Beomgyu chuckled at your round eyes, "Why are you so shocked? Hm?" He leaned in which only made you back up, "Don't you remember me, y/n?"

His soft voice let your name out and it sent goosebumps to your skin. 5 years, and yet this man has you under his control. But how could you not react to him? His beautiful brown eyes that reminded you of the nature, the mountains and the other times, looked like warm coffee cups. And his soft features, a spectacular high bridged nose you always wanted to caress. But most of all, his hair..that gracefully complimented his face.

"Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts, "I do.." you mumbled. How could I forget you? He smirked, "Guess, you'll have to keep up with me a few years more." He said straightening himself, lost in his eyes you didn't realise your jaw was wide open. And he was staring right back. You could just get lost, drown in his mesmerizing eyes.

Just at the right time your phone rang and saved you from the embarassment of falling right there and then because your legs were literally so weak at this point. You just walked away without saying anything because what could you have said? And then realised you forgot the keys! So you walk back and extend your palm, Beomgyu automatically places the keys in your hand and you awkwardly walk back.

He watches you walk back and it brought back so many memories. Especially the one, during graduation, you were walking back to your house. His hand extended to stop you...but couldn't. A lot of things were left unsaid. Who knew years later, universe would grant him another opportunity. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles, and disappears into his new apartment.

Meanwhile you shut the door close, leaving a sigh of relief. You pick up your phone that had been ringing this whole time, you never thought changing your ringtone to your favourite love song would turn out this way. "Hello?"

"Choi Beomgyu, your first love is shifting to where you live!" You hear Yeji blurting out through the phone. "How do you know that?!" You yell. "He posted a few pictures on his insta and i recognised the building behind."

"Yeji you could've told this to me like 10 minutes ago?"

"Oh my god! You already met him didn't you?" Yeji predicted right away and it has you pinching your nose bridge in frustration, "Yes, I did Yeji. And I swear to god I've never been this tongue tied. If you were with me you would have gotten second hand embarassment." You say as you plop yourself on the bed. "Wow...that sounds really bad." Yeji sighed and you can't really imagine how you would live with your childhood crush right next door. "How stuck up could I be... Shouldn't I be over it?" You brought up. You should be. You thought to yourself. "It's been five years already. I've never dated anyone because...all of them...they weren't him."

"Our sweet, childish y/n-ah!" Yeji cooes, "it's fate. You were given another chance by the universe. If you truly love him, don't let it go to waste."

A few hours later you decided to leave your room and try striking a conversation with Beomgyu. And, apologize for your behaviour. You stood in front of his door, still debating if you should knock or not. Deciding twice that you should just run away. But Yeji's words echoed in your head and you took a deep breath, shut your eyes and just knocked.

The door opened, "oh hey y/n.." oh God, why, why do you have to be so magnificently gorgeous that every time you show up I forget how to talk. "Uh..um.." you cleared your throat, "Do you need any help?"

"Yeah...i'd appreciate it."

Deep down you hoped he'd say 'no actually' so you won't have to face him but guess the universe has a plan. You stepped inside his apartment, the same architecture as yours but it looked empty because nothing was in its place.

Beomgyu hadn't unpacked the things. The walls were devoid of any paint, just a plain white colour. How did the previous family even live here? You wondered. The boxes were still scattered around. Your eyes went everywhere and you spotted a similar cover. It was Beomgyu's guitar! He still plays it.

"I'm sorry, The place is a mess right now." Beomgyu said as he moved a few boxes aside. "No that's alright. I can help you with that." You also joined the latter in seperating the cartons. "We should eat something first. I'm ordering chicken, you in?" He asked and you wanted to say yes but will it be alright? He's already having trouble with the setting if you said yes he would have more trouble plus-

"I'll take that as a yes."

Now you were sitting on the floor, eating chicken with your crush. "I'm thinking of painting these walls before setting everything." He chatted. You nod your head, taking a piece of chicken, "That's a really great idea. It'd give more character to this place. Plus, you can add wallpapers too. Have you chosen any colours?" You spoke, realising you said a little too much.

Beomgyu chuckled, "You're still the same y/n..." You observed the way his hair fell perfectly on his face, how his eyes turned into crescents, because of you. "What have you been doing though?" He questioned and you told him about your interest in literature. "Woah...so like you read old books?" You snort, "Something like that. To be honest, i chose this major just so I could read Romeo and Juliet." You went on and on about your fascination with love stories.

Beomgyu on the other hand, observed your face that morphed into so many expressions, trying to explain something about Shakespear. But he didn't get a word of what you said yet could listen to you talk forever. Because you're so happy. "Y/n..", he won't let you go this time, "Would you like to paint these walls tomorrow?"

You stare at the empty walls, your mind running with creative thoughts. Maybe we should pair stars here or much better the universe! That's a bit much...

"What's your pretty little head thinking?" Your over the top ideas are interuppted by Beomgyu. "Nothing, just thinking...what would you like to have here?" You questioned in hopes for an answer but instead you feel a his fingers tugging a few lose hair strands behind your ear, "Anything you want..." He mumbled.

Oh boy, why would he do that? Does he even know the impact he has on you? You were sure your face would turn into a tomato, so you immediately open up a window to let the fresh air slap your face into reality.

"I've got the 7 crucial colours, if we need more we can mix them up to make new ones. And..I have put all the different types of brush there." Beomgyu informed and you were already in your focus mode.

You decided on beige, brown and white as a colour theme. With black doodles of moons, stars and quite possibly a few leaves. Throughout the day you were painting wearing one of your extra large lavender t-shirt and shorts. Beomgyu had something similar, and yet looked like a model.

You were working hard and so was Beomgyu. Honestly, it felt refreshing and you thought it wouldn't hurt to decorate your house yourself. The living room was huge and this would take a day to paint.

You would glance at Beomgyu time to time. Watching him concentrate on his painting, his eyebrows furrowed together and hands carefully giving details. Or you'd basically gawk at his side profile as he stood near the window, the sunshine radiating his sculpted face. Never in a thousand lifetimes you would've thought of spending time with your crush. Dreams and imaginations were different but actually hoping for it and living it.

This seemed like the perfect time to be grateful.

To make it more fun, Beomgyu would threaten to smear the paint on your face and you'd tap his nose with your already paint stained finger. He ran behind you in hopes of catching you but you jumped up the plastic covered couch and Beomgyu stayed behind the line of cartons. You poked your tongue out and teased him neglecting his height. One step and he was already with you on the couch, standing tall.

The proximity was a little too close, he leaned down and you could feel his hot breath. He met your eye level and stared at you for a while which fumbled up your insides. He took that as a chance and swiped the paint brush on your cheek. Or when he messed up his painting and you came to the rescue with paint and other tools. You didn't even realise how fast the time flew.

You started at around 9 AM and it was already 2. Which meant lunch, your stomach was killing you because of the starvation. You suggested to eat lunch at a restaurant nearby, thinking it'd only help him get to know the neighborhood more. In seconds you were off to take a shower and change clothes.

"This neighborhood is cozy..." Beomgyu affirmed, sitting under the huge umbrella of an outdoor restaurant. "This is one of my favourite places. It reminds me so much of home." You say taking a sip of your bubble tea. "Yeah... It sure is nostalgic." He whispered and smiled, "Do you remember back in highschool when all of us bunked class and in the market bumped into Mr Kim who was on a leave from the school?" Your eyes became wide as you recalled the memory of being caught by a teacher, "the first one he spotted was soobin because of his height, so all of us ran for our lives." You laughed and Beomgyu mirrored your reaction. "Those were good times..."

"Are you in touch with the squad?" You asked, "yes, with the boys I still am. What about you?" "The girls, although I lost yuna's number!" A sudden silence fell among you, both of you ran out of words. The wind picked it's pace as well. Your hair danced with the wind and Beomgyu watched you, 'so pretty..'

"How come you're back here? I mean during highschool you wanted to move to USA.."

"I did. I even enrolled in a band but, I just thought that it won't suit me. So I came back where I belonged."

You nodded. A band huh? He was already talented. Being with him, many memories came back to you. Even the ones that weren't all sunshine and daisies. You remember the girls used to be all over him back then. Giving him loads of gifts during valentine's day, or his birthday. So many confession cards and homemade chocolates. It irked you so much yet you couldn't tell him how you truly felt.

Maybe it was the fear of rejection or you didn't want to ruin your friendship.

"So, anything new happened in your life?" This time Beomgyu took the liberty to question. You smiled a little, hoping there was something different in your life, you shook your head, "Not really, it's been the same for as long as I can remember. Just a few tiny changes." You sighed, "oh but you entering my life again, is something new and...exciting."

A smirk shows up on the latter's face, "I'll make sure to make it very thrilling." And you aren't sure why but it made you feel things. You inhaled sharply at his words and took a sip of the drink. Observing his appearance, you realised his hair colour had changed, "You changed your hair colour..was this for the band?" Your eyes lurk around his locks.

"Yeah...and they're shorter." He glanced at you, "Everything about you is the same though.." and it felt as though the time stopped and everyone around you disappeared, only his voice echoed loud and clear, "Your hair, your round eyes, and your silly reactions.." a chuckle escaped through his lips, "Especially when you scrunch your nose, it's..."

His eyes lock with yours, "It's adorable.."

This moment, is like a treasure for you. Because these words make your heart pound so fast, it's as though all your imaginations are coming true. Your stomach is performing gymnastics at this point. And you just can't take your eyes off of him. Maybe he doesn't even mean those words but oh, how can he always win a smile from you?

Just like this, days flew by. Feelings wouldn't stop blooming, it was if they were growing day by day, second by second. Beomgyu's apartment had been decorated, all thanks to your creativity and both of your hardwork. You added little paintings, fairy lights, posters. The shopping was a little crazy though.

Beomgyu sitting in the shopping cart and holding everything you threw in it. He was like a baby in his pram and you were pushing it around the aisle. Or when he told you to film him doing a cartwheel but instead what you got in the video was him falling over a rack and completely destroying it, making loud noises in the dead silent store. And you just quietly walked away.

You still have that video and you're sure you'll use it to your advantage. You were getting used to this. Him being by your side all the time. When you woke up, the first thing you did was knock on his door to wake him up or bring him delicious breakfast that you would eat together in his room, on the floor. Coming back from your university, but stopping by to get some honey rice cakes because Beomgyu loved them.

It was all becoming normal.

The latter was in somewhat of a same situation...or maybe worse. He never understood why his heart took a stride whenever you were near. Why he wanted to pat your head or hug you close. Heck, he almost did hug you but...would that have been right? He can't help but wonder you might have someone for yourself too right? You were not so stuck up like him...still in his past, and refusing to date anyone else.

All he wanted, was to be with you for the rest of his life.

After a long and tiring day at uni, you decide to cook yourself a warm meal and eat it in the silence of your cozy apartment. You sit by the window, slurping your ramen and gazing outside. Trying to get rid of these thoughts. You guessed it right... thoughts of Choi Beomgyu.

As much as you loved being by his side, you were afraid. In fact, you were terrified of getting your heart broken. What if he already had a love interest? You would be coming between them. What if he saw you as just a friend and not someone he can spend his entire life with?

Your lips leave a scoff and you mumble, "Of course he doesn't feel that way..." Despite his teasing and cheesy lines that sent a swarm of butterflies in your stomach, you tried not to feel too attached to it. To him.

Because what if, the cupid hadn't hit the both of you?

A pat sound makes your ear perk up, your eyes are wide, in hopes, looking out the window and you flinch when a droplet falls over the glass. In seconds the rain pick up it's pace and it was showering. The wind guiding the droplets.

You leaned back in your chair and shut your eyes, relieving a sigh. The sound of the rain. It's peaceful isn't it? Your eyes open to look out in the empty, wet streets. Not one single person in sight. A few vehicles occassionally passing by. The humidity increased and it made the windows a little foggy.

You raised your finger and drew a heart on the stained window. A little while later, when the rain slowed down, a figure appeared in the street, familiar. It was beomgyu, with his skateboard.

It's dangerous, but he has always done it on the day it rains and you fail to understand everytime. Your mind wanders off to when in school, the boys used to either bring roller skates or steel scooters. Beomgyu brought his skateboard.

Just like any other person in love, you used to watch him from the second floor. He was your world. A world you weren't sure you'd achieve.

And so the Déja vú brings goosebumps on your skin. Your eyes softening as your elbow supports your chin and you look at him with hearts as your pupils. "Cookie..." You remember the nickname you used to call him, "I love you.." you whisper, something you may not be able to tell him face to face.

As you're enjoying the view, the lights around you go off. It's the power cut. You get up from your chair to pick an umbrella from the stand and storm out locking your door.

Beomgyu puts his foot on the skate and uses the other to drag it, successfully balancing himslef and skates as the cold air splashes his face. The smell of the rain filled his aroma and he closed his eyes. Although, stopping in between, his hair now drenched in water as wells as his clothes.

A shiver ran down his spine as another gush of wind passes by, he opens his eyes as the feeling of droplets on his skin had stopped. "You'll catch a cold..." He heard you say, as you protect both of you with the rain. Looking wonderful as ever. Eyebrows furrowed in worry, hair flying with the wind. How desperately he just wants to embrace you right now.

"Beomgyu?"

"Call me cookie y/n...like you used to."

The thunder struck just at the right time and rain had gotten much worse. None of it affects you, how could it? When the man standing in front of you looked unreal. As much as you'd like to keep your mind out of the lovesickness, you can't. What does he possibly mean 'call me cookie'? There you go, your mind is running in spirals.

The street lights had turned on, the sun had dipped down the horizon already and because of the clouds, the sky was dark. The thunder randomly decided to scare you a few times which gave Beomgyu a chance to laugh.

Under the same umbrella, walking down the wet streets during the rain. Magical.

"I remember you skating in the school grounds, usually when it poured..." Your head down low because you knew he'd understand you used to watch him a little too often. "Yeah.." you feel his gaze on you, "and i saw you on the second floor everytime it rained."

His memory collection made your heart skip a beat. He remembers. "I know you love rain..." He whispers. "Then, can you grant me a wish?" You said fiddling with your fingers, not having any idea if asking the question was alright..or if he'd say yes.

"I'm willing to fulfill your every wish..."

Oh god. Why must you.

You stopped and faced him, his gentle eyes were on you, a few droplets falling from his wet hair. You drop the umbrella and extend your hand, "Care to join me?" A smile decorating your lips when he held yours. It sent a feeling of million fireworks on your skin, more like an electric shock.

His hand sneaked around your waist as he pulled you closed, enough for his nose to be beside your head and you felt his hot breath on your neck. Your eyes now found interest in the ground, because you knew your face was scarlet by now.

"Y/n..look at me." he whispered your name in a deep voice and on god you felt you'd faint. Slowly, having courage you looked at him, and his eyes unlike before were more focused on you and had glint of something, you can't point it.

His hands clasped with yours, while looking straight into your eyes. He brought your hands up till your shoulders and gave them a brief glance, looking right back at you and you can't predict what's about to happen.

"I.." he hesitated, as if thinking something through but still being reckless, "I want a lifetime with you."

You hear him say loud and clear. The raindrops that you felt on yourself were being forgotten, the sound of the rain faded away and the only person you could see was him. The moment couldn't have been more perfect. Five years, and everything worked out in the end.

And you were already pulling him into a kiss. Your hands on his cheeks and your lips on his. The kind of kiss, where none of your lips moved but just stayed there, getting used to the feeling. Gradually, Beomgyu made the kiss much better, and much messier.

Albeit the cold atmosphere you felt like you were burning. Once the kiss broke, you adjoined your forehead with his, his hands placed at your waist, "you're mine.."

"Y/n...I love you."

With a deep breath, you mumbled, "I love you too."

What a moment it was. Hearts beating fast, skin adorned with goosebumps, and lips swollen with kisses. You couldn't believe it was finally happening.

As you're relationship continued, beomgyu became even bolder. Kissing you outside your apartment where you both could get caught or backing you up against a wall and gracing your neck with red spots. And how could you forget the countless times he made you miss uni just because he wanted more cuddles.

From listening to him sing as he played his guitar to going on dates and sharing everything. His clothes, his food, his room, his bed...

Oh and when you told your friends your relationship status, their faces would be engraved in your brain.

Soobin and Taehyun's wide jaw while Kai and Yuna decided to give background laughter, Lia choked on her water and Yeonjun declared his crush on you which led Beomgyu and Yeonjun to argue playfully. Chaeryeong zoned out as usual and Ryujin looked unbothered while Yeji was bawling due to the happiness.

"Come on don't be embarrassed!" Beomgyu continued to try and convince you to sit behind him on the cycle, "... Are you sure?" You still checked because it was too much. A bicycle, it's so romantic. God, this is the fun of being all vintage. A cycle ride.

Beomgyu really was perfect. He predicted all your wishes and like an angel helped in making them come true. Like the dance in the rain, a trip to Paris, getting Turkish ice cream, caressing his nose, writing letters to each other and just like so, a bicycle ride.

He never disappointed and you did just as much he did for you. Everything was perfect. His little praises every now and then, forehead kisses, and sometimes necks kisses that became a little heated, and...a marriage proposal.

It had already been 3 years of your relationship and now you were ready to settle with the only one. You still remember it vividly when he got on one knee in some restaurant and all your mind thought was his words when he first confessed 'I want a lifetime with you.'

So you said yes. And here you are, fulfilling your yet another wish. You plop on the backseat as your hand curl around his waist, "Hold tight, don't want losing my wife..." He said and once again butterflies conquered you.

One thing was for sure, no matter how many years you spent with this man, he would never fail to make you happy. You placed your head gently on his back as he rode the bicycle and you're sure he hears your heart beat right now.

So this is what happens when love lasts...

The End.

"Thank you so much for reading this guys. And the person who suggested a beomgyu fic, this is for you!!" @beomstarz

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rubeau-art · 5 months

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PREVIEW - A Town Called Hope

Hey all! The current draft of chapter one is under the cut (to save people on mobile from a long post), and the Mp3 file can be found [HERE]

The audio isn't the best, but it's serviceable

Cheers!

A Town Called Hope

Chapter One

Grey clouds hung heavy in the evening sky, the threat of rain rumbling within them. The trip had been uneventful, but looking at those clouds would give anyone pause. Reynard was no exception. Uneventful or not, he was not about to drive through that approaching storm in the dark. It looked like the next village he found would be his home for the night.

It was hard to tell if the sun had set by the time the lights of next the village came into view. ‘Blackwood’ the faded sign by the road announced. A fitting name for the place. Dark woods pressed in on the little village from all sides- expect the one that was pressed in by a broad lake. The clouds Reynard had been trying to avoid had settled into a dark blanket over the woods and thatched rooftops, and by the time he pulled up to the village Inn, the rain had dropped. It clattered like marbles on the windshield of his tiny yellow car, and for a moment he debated sleeping in the back seat. He glanced back at the seat in question. No. He was not going to scrunch himself in there just to avoid getting a little bit wet. Not again. Taking a deep breath, he snatched his bag from the passenger seat and swung the door open.

In the few seconds it took for him to sprint across the carpark to cover of the Inn, Reynard was soaked through. He hunched his shoulders against the cold highland air and hurried inside.

A wave of relief washed over Reynard as he stood there, dripping on the doormat. It looked like most of the town was in that night. To get away from the rain? Or to not be alone during the storm? The warm air was full of circling chatter and laughter, interspersed with the occasional crack and pop from the roaring fire at the far end of the building. The sounds seemed to hold up the old wooden rafters overhead, giving the place a life all its own. Reynard received some warm smiles as he dripped his way over to the bar, but everyone seemed content to keep to their little circles and conversations. That was until he made it to the bar and caught the attention of the young lady behind the counter.

“Excuse me, Miss? I was wondering-“

The young lady turned to face him, tucking a wayward strand of bleached-blonde hair behind her ear. The second she laid eyes on him she let out a small, shrill squeak- then covered her mouth rather quickly, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. Oh no, Reynard thought to himself.

“I- I’m so sorry, I don’t know where that noise came from,” She waggled her hand in the air between them. An anxious tick maybe? “You’re Reynard Walker! You must get this a lot, but I’ve read all your books. I’m really a huge fan.”

He didn’t ‘get that a lot’. The few books he had written had been poorly received by the public. They much preferred the articles and fluff he wrote for magazines as a part of his day job. This young lady seemed to be one of the few exceptions. He felt a smile pull on his lips and nodded politely. “I really appreciate that. It’s a pleasure to meet a fan. Miss…?”

“Shit-“ she covered her mouth again, cheeks burning, “I mean, um- Anna. It’s Anna.” She took a moment to calm herself down and did her best to keep her hands from fluttering about. “S-so! What can I do for you?”

“A room for the night, please. And maybe a mop.” He glanced at the line of puddles he’d left on the flagstone floor behind him.

Anna followed his gaze. “Oh gosh- I’ll sort that in a second.” She fished about beneath the counter. The click of a lock. A soft clink. A key set on the bar. “We have more than enough rooms this time of year. No one hangs around after the end of the Autumn festival. Not unless they’re hungover.” Reynard raised an eyebrow as he picked up the key. She might have floundered before, but Anna had been quick to find her stride. Not the worst fan he’d come across by any means. “If you don’t mind me asking-” Anna continued as she went back to pulling pints for the locals. “What brings you all the way out here? Didn’t think there would be anything worth writing about in these woods. Unless it’s a personal trip? You getting yourself away from the big city for a while?”

Reynard felt his lips tighten. “Personal work.” He said flatly, “Not here though. I’ll be heading up to Hope in the morning.” He saw the way her eyes lit up. Anna wanted to know more. Reynard was not going to give it to her.

Anna sighed and smiled. “I suppose I’ll just have to wait, then.” Reynard blinked. He was surprised there had been no attempt to push. His shoulders relax and smiled again. He was too used to being around other journalists.

Anna waved her hand at him, shooing him away from the bar. “Go on now. Go get yourself dry. We don’t want you catching a cold and having to stay here when you’ve got work to do.”

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Reynard found his room upstairs, dropped his things and showered before heading back down to the bar. Tucked away in a quiet corner, he watched locals drift in and out with the breaks in the downpour outside. Anna brought him dinner at one point. As he ate, he fished out his phone and tapped out a text.

‘Hey Chris, finally stopped for the night. Cute town. I think you’d like it.’

Almost immediately his phone rang in his hand. It was Chris. He picked up.

“Glad to know you’re still alive. Not one text. All day.” Chris was clearly annoyed, but Reynard could tell she was happy to hear from him, “Anyway, did you make it to the border, or is this another cute town you’re talking about?”

“Not at the border yet. Storm held things up.” He could hear her relief through the phone. Relief that he hadn’t pushed through the storm and into the night no doubt. “It’s nice here though. Little village, nice Inn. Chatty locals.”

“Oh you must love that.” She laughed, and Reynard smiled. “Alright I’ll let you go now I know you’re alive, but you have to tell me when you arrive tomorrow, okay?”

“If there’s any reception. Otherwise, It might be a day or two before I get back here.” He could hear the little noise she made in disapproval. “Hey, at least Hope’s an empty town. How much trouble could I get into?”

A few tables across, a stranger tilted his head, listening to the writer’s half of the conversation.

“Oh my god, Ren! Now you’re for sure going to get into trouble. It’s like saying ‘what could possibly go wrong’.” She was laughing. “You just can’t help yourself can you. Listen, have a good night and I’ll send the police if I don’t hear from you in a week.”

“You know they won’t come again.” He teased, hearing the roll of her eyes.

“I’ll use a fake name for you. Goodnight, Ren.”

“Night, Chris.” Reynard looked at the blank screen of his phone after the click. After a moment a flicker of movement at the edge of the table pulled him from his thoughts.

A young man stood there. Long dark hair framed a tired-looking face. But those eyes were anything but tired. Reynard recognized that look. That spark of curiosity. He’d caught it on his own reflection many times. Reynard tucked his phone away, his gaze set on the man as he waited. An awkward pause dragged on before the stranger spoke in a hushed voice.

“I overheard you talking to Anna. You’re heading to Hope-” Reynard frowned, the young man hurried to explain himself. “Wait- Look, I know you don’t want to talk about it. I gathered that much from your talk with Anna. But I… I have something that might be of interest to you.”

“What makes you think that?” Reynard’s tone was calm. Where was this going?

“You’re a writer, yeah? A writer going to Hope for a ‘personal project’.” He fixed Reynard with a stare laced with- what? Understanding? Urgency? Another pause. Reynard gestured to the seat opposite him. The stranger slipped into the booth, a little smile on his face. “I’m Roman, by the way.”

“Reynard.” He offered. Then, with a hint of humor in his voice, “Though you probably ‘overheard’ that too.”

“Maybe.” Roman chuckled, “Bad habit of mine. I’ve read some of your work too. Your research is solid. That’s why I think you might want to take this.”

Roman pulled a battered notebook from inside his duffle coat. Its spine was reinforced with tape, and the pages of the book groaned from the sheer number of notes stuffed between them. He set it on the table and pushed it across to Reynard.

Reynard picked up the book and turned it over in his hands. Thumbing through the pages, his eyebrows raised. The book was full of research notes. Photos, fragments of maps, cuttings from newspapers across the decades. It was all about Hope. Roman had puzzled together a record of the town’s cryptic history, right up until it had gone dark in the late 40s. Pieces were missing, but it was as near a complete a report Reynard had ever seen. As he turned another page, a photograph fell out. Faded and water damaged, it showed children running in a schoolyard while a woman watched on.

“How did you get all this?” Reynard almost whispered, staring at the photo on the table. The water damage had made the woman’s face impossible to make out, but something about her was familiar. It made him uncomfortable.

“I’ve been looking into the town on and off for a few years.” Roman glanced over his shoulder. Paranoia maybe? “Figured with you being a writer and all, you might be able to get some use out of them.”

Reynard tucked the photo away and set the book down on the table. “You would pass over ‘a few years’ worth of notes to a stranger because you overheard me talking about the same town at a bar?” He didn’t even bother to hide the suspicion in his voice.

“Only if they have a ‘personal’ reason for going there.” Roman locked eyes with him. “No one has been there since the town was fenced off decades ago, and there’s no evidence that anyone ever left the town before it went dark. At least not in the records. But what if off the record, there was someone who made it out after all-“

“They would be dead by now.” Reynard cut in sharply. He pushed the book back across the table and stood. “Nice meeting you.”

“Wait! I- Shit!” Roman moved to stand- and his phone rang. Whatever it was, it was enough to make him hesitate in going after Reynard.

Reynard didn’t hang around. He strode out of the bar, up the stairs into the quiet of the guestrooms.

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Sat in the quiet of his room, Reynard pulled a battered leather case from his things. Resting his thumb on the latch, he stared at the worn edges and patched corners of the case. His hand was shaking. Roman’s words rattled through his brain. Someone had gotten out. But having Roman pin him that quickly had been unsettling.

He couldn’t do this to himself. Not tonight. Overthinking it all would do him no good. He tucked the case back into his things and pushed them under the bed. ‘Tomorrow’s problems’, he thought.

Thunder rolled overhead as he turned off the light. Rain against the windows pulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep.

#Darkbloom #The Deep Archives #A Town Called Hope #Reynard Walker #Roman Hart #Anna Stevens #Christine Burroughs

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freesia-writes · 1 year

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Hello lovely. I know you mentioned this on someone else's post, but I do like the idea with Gregor. Reader is a heavy person and self-conscious of being carried, picked up, or sitting on his lap, but of course he wants to do these things and help them feel better about it. Would you be willing to grace us with such a story?

Well gosh, how could I resist that? Since I’ve been trundling in circles on the Howzer fic, let’s indulge in another lovely little date with Gregor… I’m just going to make this a continuation of the last one (read it here)!

These are getting longer! LOL. Word count: 2,775 Content Warnings: None Just a sexy GIF to start it off with a reminder of his prowess. ;)

You were thrilled when Gregor asked you out again; he had sounded enthusiastic about it at the end of your first date but you had been let down before… Ghosted, turned down, given a variety of excuses. Sometimes the world was not kind. But today it seemed that fortune was smiling upon you, as you found yourself getting ready for another adventure with the ex-commando who was making a new life for himself after enduring enough trauma for a lifetime.

It’s an uncharacteristically cloudy day on the island, and while it’s still relatively warm, the sea breeze has a distinct chill to it -- a stark contrast to the balmy usual. You don’t want to admit it, but you feel slightly relieved at the opportunity to bundle up a bit. Your warm clothes have been stuffed in the back of your closet for ages, and the weather is a welcome excuse to wrap your favorite soft sweater around you. You fuss in the mirror for a moment, but not nearly as long as usual -- Gregor’s unabashed delight with life had been disarming in a way, and you feel less worried at the thought of letting him see more of the real you.

A knock at the door nearly gives you a heart attack, even though you’ve been eagerly awaiting it all day, and you rush to open it as quickly as you can. There he is, tall and bright, a radiant beam of joy on a cloudy day, wearing the simple blacks of an off-duty soldier. He’s insisted that today be a surprise for you, and you struggle to be okay with that… It’s always nicer to feel prepared. But somehow his mere presence puts you at ease, and you open your arms sheepishly, inviting a hug, which he immediately and happily accepts, enveloping you in a boisterous squeeze.

“Hard to believe this day will only get better from here!” Gregor declares cheerfully, releasing you with as much enthusiasm as he grabbed you with. “Are you ready for a little adventure?”

“I feel wildly ill-prepared, but if I look acceptable, I’m ready to go!” You didn’t necessarily mean acceptable as in good enough, but as in wearing the right items for whatever he had planned. Although the insecurity began to creep in at the thought of your appearance overall…

“You look as beautiful as the twisted light of the sun shining over the Void on Abafar,” he says conspiratorially, piquing one of those sharp eyebrows to add a dramatic flourish.

“I don’t know what any of that is, but sunlight is usually good right?” you admit, laughing in a bit of relief.

“Yes, good good, all good!” he replies in a singsong voice. “Now, if you will join me, my lady?” He offers an arm, which you take with a smile, and he escorts you from your doorstep down to the winding paths that lead throughout the village. He keeps the conversation light, asking about recent events, commenting on the unusual cloudy weather, and gleefully pointing out random things he sees. You’re enamored with his apparent zest for life and find yourself swept along with his ability to delight in things that most others would overlook as mundane.

Your walk takes you to the edge of the village, to a bus stop precisely, and you give him a quizzical look as he grins back at you. Holding up two tickets, he heads for the nearest “bus”, which could barely be called that, as it’s the tiniest commercial vehicle you’ve ever laid eyes on. It looks more like a slightly shrunken van, with an aisle down the middle and bench seats that could hold maybe 8 people comfortably. But there are a great deal more than that gathered outside, and as everyone files on ahead of you, the rising sense of anxiety takes center stage. The two of you climb up the small stairs, laying eyes on the single remaining seat -- the end of the bench at the very front. One seat… for both of you.

Always the gentleman, Gregor beckons for you to take the seat, opting to stand next to you with his hand on the back of the headrest. The bus doors close and the driver starts the engine, peering in the rear view mirror. People are piled up in every nook and cranny; the concept of one person per seat is nonexistent, and no one seems to have an issue with it. So you try to relax and “do as the locals do”.

“Everyone has to be seated,” the driver calls out sternly, staring pointedly at Gregor.

“Ah! Umm, okay! Well… let’s see here, then…” he blusters, looking around for any option. You try to squeeze closer to the man you’re sharing the seat with, but it’s barely big enough for the two of you. Neither of you is petite in size, something you’ve been self-conscious about for ages. You rise to your feet next to Gregor.

“It’s okay! We can take the next bus, perhaps?” you suggest optimistically.

“Not with the way I’ve got things timed out, I’m afraid,” Gregor says with a frown, pausing for a moment before his face lights up, “Aha! But I’ve got just the solution, and I do hope you won’t think me too forward for it…” He plops onto the seat you were just in, patting his lap with a proud grin. “I mean, it’s strictly out of necessity, you see!” he says brightly, perceiving your sudden discomfort and making every attempt to reassure you that he’s not a pervert.

“Oh, no, I mean, it’s okay… It’s just…” you babble, frantically trying to find any kind of reasonable explanation other than the truth.

“Go ahead, lady! We need to get rolling. I don’t care where everyone is, as long as everyone’s sitting!” the driver calls, tapping his hand on the steering wheel impatiently.

The pressure only makes it worse, and you finally speak up in a panicked whisper, leaning close to Gregor’s ear “I think I’m too heavy for that.”

A thoroughly bewildered expression washes over his face before being quickly followed by understanding and compassion, the progression of which warms your heart despite the thoroughly anxiety-inducing situation. But his words go a step further, as he gently but firmly assures the driver that he can wait a kriffing minute.

“I was a clone commando of the Grand Army of the Republic. I assure you, I have been smashed and wrestled and crushed by every combination of human, droid, and alien. You, my dear, are nothing more than an absolute delight, if you feel comfortable. If you don’t, we can find something else to do, no problem! But I was rather looking forward to holding you tight -- these roads can be quite bumpy, you know!”

His ability to be so incredibly earnest and yet somehow keep it light and pressure-free invites relief to crash over you like a wave from the sea. You still don’t believe him fully, but his enthusiasm and entreaty is impossible to resist. Tentatively placing a hand on his shoulder, you lower yourself slowly to sit on his lap, legs dangling off the side into the aisle, and he wraps his arm around your back for support. The other hand is tenderly laid on your knees, and with a giggle and a grin, he looks at you as though you’ve made him the happiest man alive.

“Lovely! Ready when you are, driver!” he chirps, and the disgruntled little man puts the van in gear, rolling down the dirt road along the mountain ridge. Gregor gives your knee a reassuring pat, leaning in close to chat more privately, “I’m no poet when it comes to stuff like this, but I do hope you’ll believe me… You have nothing to worry about.”

His apparent honesty and genuine joy allow you to relax more fully, and you wrap both arms around his neck, leaning against his sturdy chest as the van tips and turns around the precarious curves of the road. Gregor moves his hand from your knees to your waist, holding you gently yet firmly against him. He’s solid as a rock, and you thank the Maker for the opportunity to feel his muscular build pressed against your side. His demeanor doesn’t match the traditional “war hero” type, but you’re reminded (and grateful) that he is as strong as he is kind.

The road weaves its way into a valley, where a more lush landscape rises below the stark, rocky mountains above, and the bus comes to a shuddering halt. You could have sat there forever on his lap, listening to his stories and finding other ways to occupy the time, but everyone is unceremoniously shooed off the vehicle as quickly as possible. As the passengers scatter to their various destinations (of which there are not many, as this part of the island was much less inhabited), you look to Gregor for guidance. Taking your hand with a warm smile, sending a shooting burst of tingles up your spine, he points to the forest.

“I’ve found a pretty little spot for you,” he said, “That I think you’ll particularly enjoy at sunset… Although the clouds may have foiled my plan a bit for today!” He shrugs, the smile never leaving his face, and the two of you set off, hand in hand. The forest seems to lead toward an edge of the island, sitting slightly above sea level, and as the foliage grows more dense and tiny creeks appear more frequently, your pace is slowed by the extra caution needed to avoid breaking an ankle or falling into mud. The first time you trip is easy to recover from, with a light laugh and self-effacing comment, but the second and third times begin to be more embarrassing. Finally, when you plant your right foot squarely in some deep mud, you feel some of the delight wearing off.

“I’m sorry,” you admit, feeling the self-judgment rising within, “I’m not usually such a mess.”

“Well, forgive me in advance then,” Gregor reassures, giving a roguish wink, “Because I am often a mess.” Without another word, he gently pulls your foot free from the mud, then, while still bending over, scoops you into his arms and rises to stand straight. Your complete and utter shock holds back the waterfall of self-conscious fears and hesitations, and before your brain has time to catch up, he’s continuing down the path, arms under your knees and back, carrying you as effortlessly as you could imagine.

“Oh!” he says suddenly, letting out a nervous giggle as he stops walking but keeps you in his arms, “I’m sorry! Is this uncomfortable for you?” The concern on his face is heart-melting, and the clear lack of any physical struggle on his part has thoroughly assuaged your fears.

“No…” you say softly, lifting the arm closest to him to wrap it around his shoulders, allowing you to rest your head against the top of his chest. “I mean, it should be… But it’s not?”

“Should be?” he asks, “Ah, I don’t know all the nuances with this sort of thing; I shouldn’t even ask! Am I just making it worse?” he says bashfully. His thorough cluelessness and genuine desire to care for you as best he can provokes a level of vulnerability you didn’t think yourself capable of, at least not on a second date.

“Look… I’m self-conscious about my weight,” you say, picking your head up to look at him fully, “And I know people come in all shapes and sizes, but you always see the cheesy romance flicks on the holo featuring all these tiny little women who are carried off into the sunset by big strong men. I never see someone that looks like me, much less someone that looks like me who is also being thrown around like she weighs nothing. It’s all silly, I know… but it’s just been part of my life for a long time.”

Gregor stays silent for a moment, his usual enthusiasm curbed a bit by his understanding of the depth of the situation. It’s clear that he’s searching for the right words to say, and you wonder if you were too honest. Finally, he speaks, “I wish I had the perfect words to say, but may I just point out that I am, in fact, carrying you into the sunset, and having a delightful time doing so? And I hope you are as well?”

You smile, feeling a blush rise on your cheeks. This is not the conversation you had anticipated having tonight, but the unconditional optimism and affection from him is incredibly meaningful and disarming. Taking a deep breath, you settle the qualms, choosing to accept his words and actions. “It’s been an unexpectedly fun adventure so far,” you admit, and his gleeful giggle as he continues walking makes your heart soar.

A few minutes later, the trees give way to a small clearing on the side of a cliff, overlooking the curve of the island where it meets the sunset. The thick layer of clouds fights the golden rays of the sun with an oppressively bluish-gray haze, creating a beautiful contrast of warm and cool. Gregor gently puts you down on the grassy ground, pointing to a picnic basket and blanket that has been set out in the clearing. Your face lights up as you see a fastidiously-laid assortment of snacks, drinks, and some particularly indulgent-looking treats, and you look back to him in awe.

“I thought we could do without the judgmental waiter this time,” he admits, with a little waggle of the eyebrows.

“It’s amazing!” you laugh, tentatively finding a seat on the blanket. Gregor tucks in next to you, folding his legs to the side so he can lean a little closer to you. The conversation drifts to lighter topics once again as you watch the sun surrender to the horizon and the clouds take over in dreary gloom. It feels as though you’ve known him your whole life, which is an odd thing to say for someone you’ve met twice, but his attitude of nonjudgmental openness and unstoppable optimism is inviting in a way you’ve never experienced.

Finishing the last bit of drink in your glass, you set it in the basket off to the side, glancing up at his sharp profile as he considers the darkening sky. The hint of a smile permanently curves the corner of his lips, disappearing only when replaced by a stern, reflective, or indignant expression. You reach a hand up to his cheek, giving it a gentle caress that breaks him out of his quiet reverie. His face brightens, turning to you in eager connection, and he raises an eyebrow at the sudden intensity in your eyes as you return your hand to your lap.

“Thank you,” you say, voice quiet with emotion.

“Of course! It wasn’t quite the sunset I’d imagined, but the best view is right here anyway,” he says with a chuckle at his own cheesy quip.

“Ha, well this is lovely too… But I meant to thank you for… I don’t know… making me feel…” you falter, looking down and searching for words that don’t sound so pathetic, but realizing that’s your own judgmental self-criticism coming through. Taking one more deep breath, you return your gaze to his eyes with a smile and a defeated shrug.

The right words seem to be eluding both of you today, but he is unbothered by the fact, instead opting to reach down and give your hand a squeeze while speaking. “I enjoy every minute with you,” he says simply, nodding to emphasize his admission. “Now… what was that you said earlier about wanting to be thrown around?”

You burst into laughter, giving his chest a playful slap, though it sends a tingle through your insides that you can’t deny. “You’re ridiculous,” you say, grinning irresistibly, and he joins you with that endearing giggle of his own.

“Let’s head back before it gets too cold,” he suggests, “And this time, I’ll fight for two seats on the bus.”

“Ehh… It’s not the worst thing if we end up with only one…” you say, now raising your eyebrow at him and earning not only a little chuckle but also a delighted little “ooh!” from him.

You can see this going quite well.

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APPARENTLY I NEED MORE REQUESTS FOR GREGOR DATES, as I can see this being a whole adorable series. ;)

#tbb gregor #gregor fic #gregor fanfic #captain gregor #gregor #captain gregor x reader #gregor x you #gregor x reader

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deafeningsheeppoetry · 4 months

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~° Burnout °~

Part I

Synopsis: loving somebody from afar.

Word count: 3.5k

Content warning: none

Luke has always been my friend, not in the I met him before tatooine thing. I met him when he was up in the center, getting his award and i was at the back praying for the ceremony to end,i had patients to treat and take care of

Diane, my friend, was beside me that day grumbling under her breath as she helplessly watched the ceremony in boredom

"is this thing going to go on any longer or something? I got patients waiting for me" she kept whispering to me in an annoyed manner as she kept taping her foot against the hard cold floor

We had a busy day with fighters coming in and out of the medbay,so of course the ceremony was completely useless to us in a manner,it was just an award, nothing more

"i think they'll let us out after they get their awards" i answered as i rubbed my eyes tiredly as i had not gotten any sleep whatsoever.

"Who's even getting the award?" She asked me curiously

"somebody with a solo...and sky something" i answered,i only knew that the sky one just suddenly joined,a risk taker.

"solo is a dumb name" daine scoffed at me

"oh-i think they're here now" i said surprisingly as i heard the door opening,i watched them walk down the aisle as the audience were all looking at both of them.

"holy shit.. the brunette looks pretty hot" daine commented jokingly as she whispered to my ears but I was quietly watching the blonde in the center.

He was absolutely captivating , he had this soft aura around that exudes warmth and kindness and , he was so cute fidgeting with his fingers while he was quietly waiting to receive his award.

"blonde looks nervous.." i mumbled as i completely ignored what daine just whispered to me

"he's a newbie, of course he'll be nervous" daine added as she watched the ceremony. And finally princess leia gave him the medal,he was quite content and happy as well.

"finally.." Diane sighed in relief as the whole audience applauded in cheers and happiness , "let's go?" I asked her, "gosh,of course yes" she answered back as she rolled her eyes at me playfully .

After the ceremony I finally met luke,he introduced himself as Luke Skywalker and that he was from tatooine,he also told me the things that happened and how he saved princess leia (he only did 10% of the job and Leia 90%) i was fascinated with his story and I was curious as well, we talked all night that day just talking about his life,i never spoke about him preferring to keep it private.

After that night we continued to talk whenever I had some free time,Diane wasn't bothered by it,she said that it was good for me to have somebody to talk to since she hated socializing as well saying how talking takes off her energy immediately .

Every night (whenever we could) we would talk about our day and what we did, sometimes it would be about our personal life, family, friends,life at home, childhood, school and our teenage years .

He was so sweet towards me,he would always listen to me rant, his eyes never leaving me for a second .

It had been 2 years since we met,i became very close with him now,I also met his friends,Leia and han, though I don't really see those 2 regularly unlike luke

I was busy as well but I always talked to luke and Diane.

"you're back early" i said as i looked at him surprisingly before calming myself down,he shrugged sheepishly as a small smile broke on his lips

"the mission went smoothly, though that's kinda a first" he said jokingly as he stood besides as i checked some paperwork regarding some of my patients

"by how..?" I asked curiously ,i still haven't looked up from my paperwork

"the ship broke a bit and we were stranded, we were lucky because the planet we went to fix the ship was safe" he explained as he sat besides me

"anyways how have you been?" He asked as he laid his head on my shoulders

"I've been good,why?" I answered as i looked at curiously

"it's nothing,i was just wondering if the medbay is full again" he asked me as he sat up straight

"barely any patients which is good" i answered as sighed softly

"what's wrong?" He said curiously as he looked at with concern

"nothing, the supplies that we need aren't here yet so I'm a bit stressed about it" i mumbled quietly as i laid my head down on my desk

"i heard they encountered some difficulties going here" he said "they're safe don't worry " he added as he gave me a pat on my shoulder

"well doc! you better get to work,I still need to fix my x-wing" he said jokingly as he messed my hair up

"hey, Stop that!" I said angrily as i rolled my eyes

"you'll live doc" he joked as he waved at me goodbye

°Author's Note°

Ka puta mga sis, anyways hello,it's been like what,5 months since I stopped posting, first of all I am very sorry about that, writers block really hits me hard,and of course school, last school year I had more freedom writing since I'm not as busy unlike this school year,and plus school really drains you too,I had 0 motivation writing or even think of a story idea since my brain was just fried and being fuck around, anyways this past 5 months suck, been trying my best not to scream about it or gauge my eyes out,part 2 will be out soon! Since I don't really have anything to do and just have to worry about a few things,a few lectures here and there, anyways if anybody is wondering if this story is kinda similar to something well it's because it's inspired by I'm drunk,I love you , absolutely love that movie,i cried so hard about it lol,i recommend watching it,it's a Filipino movie and it's available on YouTube! Anyways I probably need some sleep rn, it's literally 12:23 pm , literally dead in the night but idc I wanna finish this lmaoo , anyways you'll see me lurking in the shadows waiting for some other luke skywalker fics,i basically check the x reader tag everyday lol, I'm also writing this based on something personal,fuck u L,also I tried so hard to make it aesthetically pleasing.. please praise me ,drink water and eat your food and sleep in the appropriate time, which I also can't relate

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Yo can we get a yandere superman (or any character that fits) with a reader who has romatoid arthritis. They struggle to move around or can't handle the cold cuz of their bad joints.

oh gosh~ as someone with Ehlers Danlos I completely understand the bad joints thing. Some days I can hardly sit in bed without crying, let alone getting out of it. I would kill to have a superman take care of me too on those days~

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Yandere Superman x Arthritic Reader

Nothing More Mentality

CW: yandere thoughts/tendencies, reader has Rheumatoid Arthritis, gn!reader, implied stalking, pushy Clark

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When first impressions are set upon, your new neighbor Clark Kent seems pretty distressed upon his first encounter of you gingerly nursing the joints in your hand. Your thumb pressed to the back of your other hand and rolling in circular motions to fight the sharp arcing pain that throbbed through the creaking area. He did not know you well enough to offer this, but he still (embarrassingly confidently) asked if he could be the one to massage your hand.

The quick-to-follow explanation of doing the same thing for his mother back on the farm was some sort of an ice breaker but you still wanted to tell him no... But... You said sure. And contrary to his demure demeanor, his grip was firm and his hands were large and hot while the movements of his fingers immediately had the tension in your body from being touched by a stranger to melt away.

Oh, oh my. He works at the Daily Planet with hands like these? He could be a world-class Masseuse with this talent and never see a day without business. It took you keeping these thoughts together that protected you from melting into his arms right there.

You stopped his ministrations and thanked him for the help. You weren't able to refuse his next request of accompanying you to wherever you were going - to make sure you got there okay, you were sure - And with this humanoid version of a Golden Retriever, you made your way to your apartment. He was very excited to let you know that his room was only four units down the hall from you.

He also seemed to miss the grimace-like smile you gave him back. Was this how they did things where he's from? You couldn't help the little invasive thought that he was making fun of you somehow. You were used to people not believing your need for breaks or your signs of pain just because you were younger than what they expected to be "reasonable" for someone with Arthritis. You really hoped this small town guy wasn't someone like them.

Judging by his accent its got to be from Arkansas or some place like that. He sounded like a country boy. He didn't seem to be quick on the trigger like them, but you learned to never judge by how they appear.

He bid farewell at the door and left you to your simple unit. You had bits and baubles of your hobbies set around each room and you walked directly to the cubby in your living room where you kept a majority of your medical items. While slipping on the compression glove, you couldn't help but think back to that guy once more... What was his name again? Clark...

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After the introduction and a short pause, your life returning to its normal balance of blah days and lasting pains, you were surprised and distressed to find that you had forgotten your much needed pain medication while stuck at work. The clouds had rolled in thick and dark shortly after you clocked in and the pressure was making you feel like your joints would explode. You couldn't help but think that you'd want that to happen, if it meant there would be a momentary relief from the building and pushing and throbbing cold pain from under your skin.

The heavy rain and strong winds persisted through the day, and carried on well into the evening and almost prevented you from leaving. If it wasn't for your coworker Maria offering to drive you home, knowing you couldn't walk in this weather and in your condition. She dropped you off just in front of your building and bid you goodnight. The pain was tremendous but the relief of going home made you push through it. Up until another heavy gust led you to tumble and slam into a road sign. The solid metal rang loudly and your groan joined it and sat there slumped for what may have been two minutes.

A blur of blue joined you in the grey scenery of the concrete sidewalk and a strangely unique set of strong, hot hands held you and supported you into standing.

"Here, let me help you up. A citizen in need on a dark day is a fine neighbor." The deep cadence of heroism made his voice sound like ringing metal too.

Clark? You couldn't help the name coming into your mind. The way he talked reminded you of the neighbor.

The hand holding you stiffened slightly as you analyzed the Hero's face. There was definitely some familiar marks, the eyes, the cheekbones the smooth flawless skin. But it was the oddly warm hands that have become a regular second thought that almost made you sure.

You thought of him?

"Superman?" You asked slowly, slightly putting some of your weight into his grip to relieve the pain somewhat. "What are you doing here?" Shouldn't he be fighting crime.

"Even criminals today have seemed to hold off do to this harsh weather. I am thankful that this means I was here to help you, citizen." His hero voice kind of made you want to laugh, but you weren't going to let him know that.

"Let me help you get to your home. Is this your residence?" Superman quickly followed his previous statement as we gestured to the tall apartment complex before you. You nodded and almost yelped as he swept your feet into a Princess carry without warning.

He floats to your floor and down to your door at your direction. As he sets you down and bids a farewell he turns to leave before turning to face you one last time with one last message.

"Anytime you need a helping hand, don't be afraid to call. I can hear you no matter where you are!" He smiled and lifted an arm to wave "But there are others who can be heroes just as much as me, there is surely a neighbor here or two who can always lend a hand. This is Metropolis, where everyone is a neighbor and friend!" He turned and left surprisingly quickly and you went back home.

You were only alone for you to grab a towel and start drying your hair from the rain before you heard some heavy but soft knocking on your door. Opening it showed a nervous looking Clark.

"OH! Hey Clark. It's been a while! How are you?" You asked.

"Oh! I've been good. Did.. Did you just hear superman in the hallways too? I wonder why he was here." You look to him for a split second before deciding to let him know. He seems relieved you're okay and gives you his phone numbers, both his home and his rarely-used cell phone in case the same thing happens again.

"You don't need to do that, Clark. I just have some pains and they were really bad today-"

"I don't mind!" He interrupted you, startling you both. It seems that even he didn't realize that he could just cut you off mid sentence like that. He was a little pushy, you guess, but he means well and it wasn't as if you *had* to call him. So you accepted, talked for a little bit longer - where he acted like a beaten puppy for yelling at you.

Ever since then you've seen what is basically the city's celebrity way more often than you were used to. Lois Lane herself was constantly visiting your building while investigating scoops and meeting her friend who works above you. You also saw Superman - the object of her investigating - near your building. One stray wave to you as he flew past a window in front of her led to Lois constantly asking about the relationship between you two.

She was... a lot pushier about there being something between you and the hero than you liked. You told her up front that he had only helped you while you were hurt and was merely concerned over you as a hero and the denizen of the city he protects. She didn't seem to agree with your "Nothing more" Mentality. Especially when the Superhero descended in front of the two of you leaving the building to greet you before her.

This was only the second time that he had spoken to you and he was greeting you before *THE* Lois Lane? The woman he was supposedly in love with? What was going on in the world? Lois looked at you in that particular way that said "What did I say?" and you ignored it to greet the overly kind hero.

He greeted you first, pausing and turning to Lois with a brisk nod of his head and her name before turning back to you.

"Reader. How are you doing? Are you... well?" He asked slowly, one of his hands was in the other as he seemingly pressed on his palm in nervousness? What for?

"O-oh! I'm fine. Superman." You spoke quickly, unsure and frankly embarrassed at this scene unfolding in front of your company office. This was surely going to make tomorrow hell.

"I was wondering, if you have some free time, would you allow me to take you somewhere?" There wasn't anything that you had planned for the evening so you technically could say yes but you were really hurting today and you just wanted to rest at home with a comfortable blanket and an ice pack. You didn't even want to think of how hard walking home would be...

When it took you a second of thought to decide, the hero follows up with "Can I at least take you home? I would feel awful if you refused me at least that for burdening you with my request."

How did he always seem to know what was on your mind? You agree to him walking you home, but was startled when he lifted you up into a princess carry once again and began a steady flight above the buildings to your home.

The whole flight you thought about this and that, the people at work, the people you've met and everything going on and why your world suddenly flipped on its head and why a literal Alien Superhero went so far out of his way to take you home.

Your mind went wild the entire time that you flew in the calming body heat of the hero and you didn't notice if he was talking to you or not... He was not.

He was listening to your every racing thought and he felt his nervousness increase each time your thoughts directed themselves to why Superman was acting so *clingy*.

He wanted to cringe when you thought that but he didn't want to deny how often he thought about you. How strong and resilient you were, how small and cold your hand was on that rainy day... How ever since then he has only thought about you and had actually even slipped up and revealed his identity to Lois Lane. Why she supported his and your budding relationship, he couldn't figure out, but it definitely gave him an excuse.

He was just glad to have your frail body in his arms. And when he set you down in front of your door he listened to both your thoughts and you as you mulled over the words to say.

"Thanks... Superman... Say..." You slowly pull these few words out of the jumbled mess of your mind. You don't even realize what you say next until it's out of your mouth.

"Are you my neighbor?" ... Silence filled the narrow deserted space you two were in. He stood well over a head's height over you and you swallowed.

You couldn't get the nervous smile of Clark Kent first meeting you out of your mind. The same face that he had again now. Once you said it aloud you couldn't unsee the similarities.

"Wait, wait. Never mind that was just a joke! I don't-" You were starting to ramble and you stopped when you was his shoulders jumping. He was... laughing. Quietly laughing and he put his forehead in his palm as he kept laughing and his large shoulders kept rising and falling viciously. You were about to turn and try to get in your house because it was making you scared when he suddenly stopped- as if he heard your fear.

"I don't know how you found this out when no one else here has-" Not even Lois Lane? You wondered. "Not even Lois, but- Now that you did... will you let 'Clark Kent' walk you home when 'Superman' can't?" His unnaturally bright blue eyes scared you as they stared deep into your shaking soul.

That didn't sound like a request.

"This isn't a request." It didn't feel like one. You swallowed heavily, maybe you should've paid attention to the warning signs.

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