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rinbowaman · 12 days

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Gurll sunghoon non con pleaseeee 😭😭~

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Warnings: non-con, non-idol! College graduate! sunghoon, college reader, ball slamming, noncon smex, unprotected, fear of unwanted pregnancy, reader takes plan b pill, readers house gets broken into, reader is alone for the weekend, fingering, dubcon, noncon turned dubcon…yeah. Do not read if noncon fics make you uncomfortable. Also not proofread and there is cursing.

"its a nice little neighborhood, isn't it sweetheart?"

your mom and dad step out, leading the way up the driveway to the old home. "it's in need of repairs and renovation, but that wont take too long."

your dad was a gifted contractor that knew his way around a tool belt. the man has built homes for all his life, seeing a project this minor was almost laughable to him. the eye catcher of the property was the heavily wooded surroundings, acres of it. "your mother and i saw this and we just fell in love. here, we can put a nice flower garden for you right here."

you look at the small patch of cleared space that was nicely located across the dining room. with only one neighbor in sight, the rest of the homes were behind the trees, leaving the property secluded with loads of privacy. "its nice." you spoke softly as you admire the entire landscape.

the house was the complete opposite from the land piece, to say the least. it was in dire need of renovation; no doubt your dad will have it good as new in no time.

"since we still have to move everything from the old house, you can stay here and continue to go to school as you housesit. your college is only five minutes away."

you looked confused for only a moment, but was reassured of the safety features in the property after expressing concern of staying back alone.

"the property line has a gate with a security system. the house has a separate alarm, just don't forget to set it."

that week, you and your parents bonded over take out and dining over cardboard boxes. it all seems rustic, but you enjoyed the closeness it brought you three.

......

"well be back in two days, call us if anything happens."

your parents make the long fourteen hour drive to continue the preparations of the old home. you felt a sense of liberation hit as you grew excited of having an entire home all to yourself, regardless that it was a total construction zone.

you spent majority of the day fixing up your floral garden, before calling it a night. with dirt smeared everywhere, you immediately ran the hot water in the shower, not taking a moment of thought to secure the system prior to undressing.

the water felt amazing, and you took your time to enjoy and savor it. lost in the sensation of the soft water drops pouring over your skin, a click of the door is followed by a smooth swing as someone enters the home, all without alerting you.

the intruder swiftly enters, and closes the door. he blends in the shadow and makes his way to the hall, taking his place to hide in the close across your room.

you dry yourself off while humming a tune. once you started to pat dry your hair, you realized...

"Shoot....i should have armed the system before my shower."

quickly, you leave your wet hair plastered onto your skin as you wrap the towel over your body. quickly, you head over ot the front door and enter the code on the security pad. a series of beeps is followed by the intercom system that tells you the system has been armed. in order to open the doors, the code must be added, sealing the protection knowing that whoever breaks in, cannot escape once the police arrives.

you go back to your room, completely unaware that a pair of sharp eyes admired you from a distance. the way your skin glistened from the water, while the strands of your hair surrounded your shoulders made him think of mermaids and sirens. you were so lovely in his eyes...too lovely. he had to have you.

you stood in the center of the bedroom, preparing to discard the towel and change, when suddenly the power goes out. "shit..."

you cling onto the towel as you look around for your phone. fortunately, the peering moonlight peeking through the window was bright enough to light the entire room with a soft glare, making it easy to find your device. "there you are...."

You pick it up and set the flashlight on.

Scanning the area, you hold the light steady as you make your way to the main breaker in the garage. Down the stairs you go, slowly tip toeing while clenching the towel to your chest. You reach the area of the living room; only a simple couch furnished the area as the rest of it remained in tatters and gutted for renovation prep.

A creaky snap coming from the staircase behind startles you, infiltrating a jagged sense of fear rushing through you. A frightening yelp escapes your lips and you drop the phone.

The screen faces down, leaving the light to glow the entire room. Despite the dim lighting present, you didn’t see anything that would have caused the noise. Your breath becomes shaky. As you bend your knees, lowering your weight to pick up your phone, another sound emerges, a footstep.

“Who’s there?!” You shout. Heart pounding through flesh and cartilage as you abandon the act of garnishing the phone. Leaving it behind, you step away until the back end of the couch blocks your path. “Get out…I’ve called the police.”

Steadying your voice, you attempt to instill a confident tone in hopes that the intruder would be fooled by your bluff.

Silence replaces the wooden squeaks of the floorboard, signifying that the uninvited visitor halted their impeding steps. You slowly turn, doing your best to clear the entire room using a combination of night vision and the dim light source twelve feet away. When suddenly:

“Did you now?”

A deep voice responds directly behind. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the only thing that challenged your fibbing words. A pair of strong hands reach around and harshly squeeze your waist, fingers crossing over your bellybutton. A large frame pushes against you from behind, and a pointed nose makes its way to the noon of your neck, shoving against your jawline while a pair of plush lips tenderly kisses the smooth canvas of skin under your chin. “Sooomethiiing tells me you d-i-d-n-t.”

He carries a rhythmic tone as he playfully sang the words to a nursery rhymed beat. It was similar to the singing games children would hum out while playing, in fact it reminded you of “London Bridge is Falling Down.”

“It’s okay baby. I’m not mad at you for lying. It’s kind of cute.”

He antagonizes you with his hallow words as his hands drift upwards, smoothing over the curves of your breasts before gripping the edge of the towel. “No! Stop!” You yell upon feeling the fabric being pulled down, exposing your most vulnerable assets. Your hands shoot up, attempting to cover your breasts while cupping your womanhood. “Shh.” He hushes against your ear as he grabs on to both your wrists. “What are you covering up for? Nervous, baby?”

He kisses your ear and nibbles your lobe. You start to sob hysterically as the man remains hidden behind, his face unidentifiable. The only thing you had go off of was the smooth sound of his deep and alluring voice. Despite feeling uncomfortable and beyond scared, you couldn’t help but internally admit that a small piece of you melted each time he spoke.

“Please…d-don’t-“ your whimpering only fueled his desire. He wanted more.

“‘Don’t’ what? Tell me baby, what is you don’t want me to do?” He licks your neck, tracing the entire outline. “Is it this?”

He immediately follow up his act with a sickening tender kiss atop your collar bone. The warmth from his chin resting along the curve of your inner shoulder eased your discomfort, as much as you hated to acknowledge it. “What about this?” His fingers drag down, rubbing circles on your clit, stimulating regions of flesh that you never knew existed.

“Is it this, baby? Is this what you don’t want?” His lips latch onto your neck as his free hand pinches and plays with your nipple. “Or is it this?” His offensive fingers push your clit inwards and slide down, right inside your cavity with no preparation or warning. He thrusts them in and out a few times, forcing your muscles to secrete a natural lubricant that allowed him to go in and out faster…and faster.

“D-don’t! Stop! Please!”

Your whimpers inherit a subtle moaning sense as the feeling of his fingers violating your body. The stinging burn wears off and a foreign sensation takes place inside you. You melt begging for him to stop, only to hear him scoff handsomely as he notices you rocking your hips back and forth, yearning for him to go in deeper. You’re in disbelief and ashamed. How can your body respond this way when your heart and soul wants him to stop?

“You like that, baby?”

You moan out pitifully as your hands attempt to peel his fingers off, but you were too weak from the spectacle going down in between your legs. Your legs begin to shake as you barely pull his index off, only for him to chuckle against your cheek. “Yeah you do.”

He answers for you in a confident tone but not at all cocky. It was almost loving in the way he was serenading you. “Let’s see how good of a girl you are.”

Your eyes widen, a stark contrast from their squinting form since you were relishing the feeling of being penetrated and massaged from the inside. His sense of gentleness takes a sudden turn, and the fearful tremble returns upon feeling him push you forward, forcing you to bend over the couch. “Fucking perfect, aren’t you?” He breathes out as he grips the undercarriage of your rear end, and cups your breast while pushing himself in to you.

Your hair drapes over your cheeks while his rough hands explore your nude body. An attempt to retract your bent position is suddenly halted as he pushes you back down, gripping the side of your waist. “Tsk-tsk.”

He smacks his teeth as he reaches around your face, gently tapping the tip of your nose with his finger.

The sound of his belt unbuckling triggered you to sob hysterically once more. “Please don’t do this…I-I don’t want this. Please I’ll do anything.”

“Oh I know.” He lures out so sympathetically as he traced the tip of his shaft along your clit. “Believe me baby, I know you’ll do anything…and don’t worry, you will.”

A painful rage of heat and friction takes place as he squeezes himself inside. Your legs shake ferociously as he barely burrows the first inch or two in you. Your body grows limp and collapses against the couch from the pain, it weakened you. His hips push in while his hands lift you back up, forcing you to arch your back as he presses his palms down on your lower back. “Deep breath.” He says through heavy breathing. Pushing the extension of his length in, he goes in more, breaking you. “Almost there…fuck.” He gasps.

Your vaginal walls grow incredibly numb as a result of the shock, and you lay bent over whimpering in pain as his balls kisses your taint, indicating he made it all the way in, to your most dreadful horror.

He pauses for a second. There was no relief, even with him pulling out, the sting from the thought friction of his muscle rubbing outward was just as bad as him entering. With his bulging tip remaining inside, he takes secondary pause as he adjusts his grip around your hips. A punch makes impact inside your gut as he rams back in. It felt as if he went much deeper than before. You scream from the shock of the act occurring, not just from the pain. There was nothing slow about his rhythm, he fucked you relentlessly in a brutal manner, it was animalistic.

A handful of strokes in, and you started to feel different. The pain subsided as did the numbness. There was a new feeling that formulated inside your walls, a tingling sense that felt good. Too good.

Your body bounces forward as he repeats his thrusts, going in faster and harder each time. You bite your lip, trying your best to suppress the pleasurable moan lying dormant in your throat. Don’t let him know that you’re starting to enjoy this. Don’t let him find out. Don’t let him…

Your mouth drools as you absorb each thrust. A snowball effect takes place deep inside you. It was a tightening band of pressure that continuously grew, to the point where it was on the verge of exploding. It felt so good. It sounded so good. The way his thick and lengthy shaft re-enters. The quenching sounds of your fluids mixing together and being shoved inside as he pounds away, slamming the firm sacks and mashing them against your taint, damn near bruising it.

He digs his fingers into your skin and picks up the pace. A hand grips onto your pelvis, and that’s what did you in. “Oh God!”

Hearing your moan in ecstatic pleasure excited him, you could hear it through his voice under heavy and deep gasps. “Yeah? Does it feel good baby.”

A prolonged moan of “oooh” is drawn from you as he maintains his momentum. “Pretty girl loves to be fucked?”

You nod as you pant your moans out. His vigor was taking your breath away, and even though you felt it hard to breathe, it was the most powerful feeling you’ve ever felt; a burst of pleasure setting off like fireworks. Your toes curl in, and your fingers pinch the cushion as he went in deeper, harder, and faster.

“Gonna let me cum inside this sweet little body?”

Your mind pleaded ‘no’, but your body yearned for him to do his bidding.

“I’ll take that as a yes, my fucking girl.”

You yelp mon out a pitiful ‘no’ as a last attempt, knowing that it wasn’t going to change anything. The damage has already been done. He’s been thrusting for nearly an hour and was still going strong, stretching you open and ruining you for any future prospects of sexual mates.

“Make me cum baby…fuck!”

He clenches his jaw and leans forward, resting his forehead over on the back of your head as he commits slow and hard thrusts, aiming to go in as deep as possible. The warmth of his secreting strings staining your walls was all it took to snap that band, and a wave of intense orgasm rushes through your bloodstream and sends a tingling spark to your toes and fingertips. “Oh-oh my God!!”

You scream out each word, arching your back and lifting your rear end, allowing for his top to slide in deeper as he shoots out the remainder of his seed. “Fuck yeah baby, take it all inside.”

You gulp with an open mouth as you sing out a high pitched moan. Never have you felt something so strong and beautiful. Too bad it had to go down this manner, but right now you didn’t care. The way he gave you an aftermath of kisses, and rubbed his fingers against your skin, it was all so…

“Fucking beautiful.”

He compliments you as he admits a tender kiss to your cheek. “Next time, I’ll take you on a date and then fuck you—and take my time doing it.”

Another kiss lands on your neck. “I just couldn’t help myself tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”

He gently wraps the towel over your body before slyly waking out, not even fazed by the alarm going off as he nonchalantly walks through the front door. You rush over and enter the pin to cease the beeping, gaining the sight of his back. From that you could see, he was tall, and rather well built. You’re not entirely sure how you felt from the whole ordeal. A sense of chaos riddle through as you became torn from being forced into an act of intense sex, grew into enjoying it, and facing the risk of unwanted pregnancy as a reminder of him drops down your thigh. ‘Shit…what have I done?’

………..

A couple of weeks pass, and you never mentioned to anyone about the incident. How could you? It may have started against your will, but something about the pleasure he instilled was unforgettable and addicting. It haunted your dreams, to the point where you awoke to soaked panties and a throbbing pulse of yearning desire. You would think back to that night, thinking about how he fucked you so good. So-so good.

In a way, a part of you had wished you did get pregnant from it. But your rational and realistic sensibility caused you to take your allowance and purchase a Plan-B pill. It was the right thing to do, but God…was it so wrong to want a piece of him inside you?

“Sweetheart, come outside for a moment.”

You walk over to your father’s voice, and met with him outside the front door. “Yes, dad?”

“Sweetheart, this is our neighbor, he lives in the house right outside the fence line, across your flower garden.”

You look over and see the man your father presented. He has the most handsome face you’ve ever seen, and was of great masculine stature. He was dressed in business casual, and looked so damn good with his hands tucked into his slack pockets. He flashes a smile, flaring sharp canines that elude a strong sense of vampirism.

“This is Sunghoon, he graduated from college last year, the same one you’re going to now.”

Your father continues his presentation as you struggled to break your sights away. “It’s nice to meet you, my name is y/n.”

You shyly introduce yourself properly, extending a handshake. He gently takes your palm and shakes it, almost playfully. His thumb rubs the back of your hand as he gives his proper introduction. Your eyes shoot up and you nearly fall as you hear his voice. That voice you could never forget.

You faintly gasp as he smirks, giving you a wink and pulling you in slightly while your parents weren’t looking. Whispering, the warmth of his breath grazes your face—

“Miss me baby?”

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onskepa · 9 months

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Stxeli: new life.

Hi everyone! this is the ongoing series for mo'at's fic "a daughter for daughter". If ya'll read that one, it is like an overall cover of what stxeli life would be like. However, I wanna truly start it with this.

Stxeli series

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Sun has once again shine brightly all across Pandora. A new day has begun. Mo'at and Eytukan were starting to awaken when they hear soft babbles of their little one, Stxeli. She was wide awake and was staring at them while having her little foot in her mouth. Both smile down at her cute face. Mo'at gently takes stxeli's foot out of her mouth, "You're feet is to move, not to eat ma'ite".

Eytukan looks at his long time mate. Her bright smile returned to her face. The sparkle is back in her amber eyes. Mo'at was back to being herself. And it was thanks to Eywa's gift. Stxeli was what they needed, she was the cure, the medicine, the answer to heal from their inner wounds. And Eytukan would do what it takes to make sure his new daughter wont ever suffer.

They went to where all the na'vi are, all having breakfast together. Neytiri was already there with tsu'tey and other children. Saying their good mornings, both leaders take a seat and began to eat. Mo'at was given some soft foods by recent mothers. Though mo'at worries if stxeli might not like the foods. Only one way to find out.

First she offers a bit of soft mushed fruit to stxeli, letting her nibble a bit before taking a whole bite. Mo'at sees it as a good sign and began to feed her more of it. Stxeli makes a happy sound as she noms away the mushed fruit.

Neytiri simply stared at little stxeli, not saying much. "You consider the child your sister?" Tsu'tey asks as he takes a bite of his food.

Neytiri took a long minute to answer, "I am not sure" and returns to eat.

Eytukan finished his meal first and faces mo'at, "mo'at, hand her to me, you must eat as we have a long day ahead of us". Agreeing, mo'at hands stxeli over to eytukan as she begins eats.

Stxeli made some babbling noise again, as if trying to talk to eytukan, to which, he is all ears for. He gently traces his little daughter's features, taking in her soft squishy cheeks, her smooth skin, and her little button nose that he likes to boop a lot.

"every morning you are always the first to be up" he tells her, mo'at looks at them both with a smile. "She enjoys the first morning sunlight rays".

After breakfast, mo'at would usually be the one to take stxeli with her as her main grounds is either the healing tents or visiting the spirit tree. Safe areas for stxeli.

And where ever she goes, the clan would stop and greet little stxeli. Many children would even ask to hold her, and mo'at would grant their little desires, as long as the mothers are near and mo'at guides them how to properly carry stxeli as she is smaller than a na'vi baby. Mo'at feels at east that the clan has accepted stxeli. Even better that the children seem to genuinely love her little girl.

Well, almost everyone.

Unfortunately, However, there would always be a bad fruit in the basket. Ateyo and Artsut. Tsu'tey's parents. Such stubborn people they are. They are the only ones who could never seem to accept stxeli yet.

And speak of the na'vi. When mo'at opened her tent, artsut was there. Frowning, mo'at asks "is there something you need artsut?". The woman in question turns to her. But artsut wasn't looking at mo'at, no, she was staring at stxeli with pure hatred in her eyes.

Stxeli was just playing with mo'at's songchord, being blissfully unaware the hate she is getting.

By motherly instinct, mo'at held her daughter closer to her, as means to protect her baby from the possible threat in front of her.

"I see you still haven't gotten rid of that demon" artsut hisses. Mo'at's tail swishes in anger, but does her best to be as composed as possible. To insult a child is to insult the mother.

"and why would I rid of my child? Eywa's gracious gift to me?", artsut scoffs. "A gift from our great mother, I dare say, don't be foolish tsahik. Why would Eywa accept those demons? That is what those demons want. To intertwin themselves with our people! That thing has your mind warped!".

Mo'at scoffs at such false accusations. Before artsut could say anymore, she was interrupted by a loud squeal from stxeli, sounds like she is a bit fussy. "If all you have come is to insult my child, then it is best you leave. I am only kind to your for the sake of your son. But dont try this again or I will have Olo'eyktan to speak with you".

For once, choosing the right thing, artsute leaves in huffing anger. Once mo'at finds the space safe, she puts stxeli down letting her explore the familiar place.

Whenever someone seeks mo'at for treatment, you can bet stxeli plays a important role. She distracts the patient while mo'at treats them. Stxeli would often play, talk, or be carried by the person. As means to keep themselves occupied and not be as in much pain.

Mo'at heals the physical wounds while stxeli heals in emotions. A nice duo. And mo'at already plans to teach stxeli the ways of a healer. She can see her darling girl treating others in time of need.

By the end of the day, curing the communal dinner, eytukan was holding stxeli, missing her all day as he did his duties. "have you been good for your mother" he gently asks to which stxeli answers in sounds only she can understand.

Mo'at chuckles as she smiles, "she has been doing well in assisting me". She turns to give neytiri more food but catches her child staring at stxeli again. Neytiri has been doing that since their new daughter arrived. "What is wrong ma'ite?" she asks. Neytiri doesnt turn to face her, but answers while staring at stexlie.

"nothing....nothing......" was all she said.

Mo'at hopes that neytiri can see the way she and eytukan sees stxeli. She prays to Eywa that neytiri will hopefully soon come to love her new sister.

Okie that is it for this one! Hope you all enjoyed it! Until next time! see ya!

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skelliko · 6 months

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Hoiii if possible can yu write a pt 2 to the confession fic with chifuyu, kazutoro and baji? Like just a scenario or small points as to what happened after they confessed and y/n says yes. it's fine if yu don't want to btww! Luv yur writing, hope yu have a nice day 💗💗

yes certainly sorry for the wait! and thank youu, your so sweet <3

I may have done more than 'small' I hope that's okay, I had no idea on how to format it I just went in with whatever and hope it works fine

★- Tokyo revengers

☆- you saying yes to their confession

pt1 here

featuring: kazutora, chifuyu, Baji

°- Kazutora hanemiya

he'd stay silent for a brief moment but a smile would curl up on his face. he wants to say something, anything that would help his brain function but hearing your voice say the words he's wished you to say for a long while has made him awe struck.

once he finally got his senses straight he took a small step closer to you, "wait say that again" he didn't demand it but rather in a really hopeful and proud tone, like a happy boy finding a new favourite song

his previous thought of wanting to hug you has increased but he was still a little nervous on the inside so he held back a little bit. unsure on if you want you want to get physical yet with an innocent hug.

though he extended his arms outwards a little as an invitation for you to hug him, all while he held a slight nervous yet joyed smile. his hug was warm, probably from growing extremely hot at just the thought and middle of the confession.

kazutora nervousness grew a little when you hugged him and took a sharp, subtle breath in and panicked a little on where to place his arm, he's hugged you before but not in a situation like this.

but once his mind got shaken he man'ed up and make a move, his grasp would be gentle yet firm around you, one arm around the waist and the other behind your shoulders. his nervousness would calm down a little and he very clearly never wanted to let go of you.

but of course in a good moment like that kazutora's brain loves to just mess it up for him, 'what if it wont work out well?' 'what if something happens and our friendship will fall apart?' all this overthinking that he never spoke up about.

but the longer he was in your grasp the calmer he felt, he won't pass out an opportunity like this especially after he confessed, he's just a little worried for the future, like a few weeks or months later.

you're basically a cure for him, despite overthinking his mind has already made so many ideas and what you both could do now, more hugs is one of them.

his heavy heart would feel a lot more relaxed and lighter in the end. you are his, and he is yous.

°- chifuyu matsuno

if his face wasn't red before then it sure is now, his eyes wide and his cheeks slightly flushed. this boy is overjoyed but would try to control himself around you in case you'd think his reaction would be 'weird'

"wait really!?" he'd be so happy and hold such an adorable smile but he still would want confirmation so that you're not lying to him, he knows you're not that type of person to lie like that but his overthinking always got the best of him.

he hardly had any idea on what to do in the moment, a lot of the time in his romance manga someone gets flustered and they end up kissing or something but is that really how it is in real life? no, very rarely and it shows.

but you like him back as much as he likes you, his efforts and backed out attempts all paid off and his whole body grew warm.

one question circled his mind 'why didn't I do this earlier?' he knew he wussed out plenty of times before but with it going so smoothly currently it almost seems as if he was worried over nothing, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

"to tell the truth I've been nervous about this whole thing for a while"

that 'while' was actually a long time, 6 months to be exact,

after he dropped you off at your home with both shy and confident words, on chifuyu's way home he had the biggest smile on his face, his cheeks raised up and ever so slightly pink and his eyes shining, he couldn't contain it. he's already planning out the dates.

°- Baji Keisuke

he would hold an amazing smile without wanting to hold back, he'd be so happy about your answer that he took a step towards you to hug you but quickly realised and stopped himself due to him not wanting to invade your personal space immediately, though he didn't want to take that step back in case it'd make it a little awkward.

but he'd speak up all in hopes of you ignoring the little step

"you really mean it?"

he meant his question too, he also meant his confession, as much as he wishes to go back to change it up he couldn't avoid the fact that even with his corny ass confession you still like him back, you decreased his nervousness and brought it down to peace.

it wouldn't be until he heard your part of your own feelings that he gave in and softly pulled you in for a hug, his arms over and behind your shoulders. for once baji is scared to say a few words, what does he do? does he start a conversation?

his lips would part to say something but no words came out, he'd only look at you as you manage to snuzzle yourself in his embrace and his whole heart would do a flip.

despite him playing out this whole scenario he never finished it to figure out what to do after your words, like an unfinished fanfiction but the idea of it is so clear yet the words are so vague

though that was until he finally spoke up with what was in his mind,

"so... does this mean we're together then?"

deep down he wants to get straight into the couple stuff, you've talked and became close friends in school he doesn't need to do all that nonsense dating, sure you can go on dates even while being a couple but with you he wants to push the barrier a little.

he probably should have thought of something better to ask or say but his mind was blank, empty. and he blames that on you, but in a sweet kind of way.

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#fanfiction #fanfic #kazutora #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #matsuno chifuyu #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu #baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji #tokyo revengers

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laenordeservedbetter · 2 years

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Hi! May I request a fluff fic featuring older Alicent in love with a female reader? I want to see her happy and gay ❤️

Her Savior — Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

Words: 2k

Pairings: Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader, Implied/Referenced Alicent Hightower x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Warnings: Fluff, hero worship?, One curse word

Hi!! You and me both, anon. Alicent deserves happiness in her life.

not my gif. || masterlist || previous work

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“Where is Queen Alicent?”

“The Queen is in her bedchambers, my lady. She sent Ser Criston to seek you out. Did he not get to you?”

You could assume he did not bother to look. There was likelihood that a part of it was an effect of your doing. Last time he located your locus, you were in the middle of an outburst, going as far as to threatening to dismiss him from the kingsguard if he doesn’t leave you alone.

Criston is not afraid of you, only of Alicent’s wrath if she finds you unhappy. You could give out an effortlessly implicit disapproval of Criston’s abilities and Alicent would ship him back to Dorne in a blink of an eye due to her rising power.

You had met Alicent after Rhaenyra’s wedding – a time where Alicent greatly needed someone. No one thought her and Rhaenyra would fall apart. They were two peas in a pod, sharing a relationship some could go as far to assume was more than just a friendship. Carefree girls who had it all before the expectations from their fathers came piling in. Due to the world not willing to witness women assuming power despite not having a man by their side, it decided to pull them apart; their relationship classified as collateral damage.

During the wedding, a servant stumbled on your dress, spilling three cups worth of wine onto it while you were giving your congratulations to the princess and her future king consort. Alicent, drawn by your presence, offered to aid you in restoring your dress to its former glory in the borders of her room.

You had been distrustful of her kindness, believing there was a secret ploy to gain your house’s support. When you found her motives to be sincere, you let yourself bring your guard down.

Your relationship evolved from there, Alicent understanding Rhaenyra’s wont for breaking the rules in favor of gaining freedom as it grew. Alicent would not apprise you of her consideration in the past of declaring war against Rhaenyra, planning to execute her actions to get Aegon on the throne when Viserys inevitably passes for the reason that you already unintentionally subdued her fear that Rhaenyra will put her children to the sword, averting her feelings of hatred and taking her time to convert it into devotion for you.

The rest is history.

You blow out the fire of the remaining candles in your chambers. Though you don’t give a response, you recognize your handmaiden’s query. Being familiar with your silence, she escorts you to the queen’s resting room.

Criston, who was guarding Alicent’s doors, bows his head. “My lady.”

“Ser Criston.” You answered.

He steps aside to let you in, blocking the pathway for your handmaiden. As insufferable as he could be sometimes, Criston would protect your secrets because he is loyal to Alicent, the woman who gave him a chance to begin again.

You could not comprehend the uncanny arrangement your queen and this knight have going on. However, you appreciated Alicent’s flair for securing allies. Criston is a great fighter. You would count on him to defend Alicent if it ever came down to it.

Whilst Criston closes the door to offer you privacy, you feel a pang of guilt hit your chest as you see Alicent curled up into a chair, asleep. She has not changed out of her dress. Your brows furrow together, eyes flitting to the small table beside her, where you’d hold your own makeshift feasts during the hour of ghosts.

Currently it is the hour of the eel, past dinnertime. A plate hangs near the edge, in danger of falling. It housed your favorite meal. Most of the plates on the table did, the rest of it were Alicent’s. Poor furniture was overflowing with dishes that were untouched! As if you thought you couldn’t feel any guiltier, it dawned on you that Alicent planned to have dinner together.

“Fuck.” You clenched your jaw, angered by your own stupidity for not checking in earlier.

It was too late to wake Alicent. You don’t want to disturb her sleep. She has barely gotten rest these past few days because of Viserys needing her assistance, growing weaker by the day. You make a mental note to arrive back here in the early morning to apologize to Alicent and make sure she eats well.

For the moment, you’ll grant her rest. Moving to Alicent’s bed that accommodated her blanket, you take the fabric in your hands, commending the smoothness of it – the finest silk for the finest queen in Westeros – before putting it on Alicent deliberately. You tuck the edges of the blanket congruously so she won’t get cold later on followed by placing a good night’s kiss on her temple.

Just as you attempt to turn away, Alicent wakes.

“Leaving already, lover?” She muses, voice groggy from sleep.

“Apologies for my tardiness, my love.” Knowing Alicent, she would not go back to sleep when disturbed. There was no point in convincing her. You’ve tried to persuade her during similar positions in the past. Needless to say, you will never try again.

Alicent blinks, folding the blanket serenely like she could care less about your apology. “You came. It’s all that matters.”

You grab the blanket from Alicent, putting it back to the bed where it belonged. Still feeling bad about the whole ordeal, you attempt to ask for forgiveness one more time. “Ali…”

“Y/n.” She says in that authoritative tone she utilizes with her subjects to focus their attention to her point. “We will speak no more of it.”

“I’m beginning to get distraught. You’re starting to sound like Viserys.”

“You could say that, yeah.” Alicent is quite chipper even with you jabbing her with a joke that she normally would have felt insulted by. “Since you’ve graced me with your presence, do you mind if we eat now? Though, I should tell you. Food’s slightly cold.”

You hummed, planting yourself on a stool facing Alicent.

“I don’t mind.”

“Good.”

You ate in quietude; Alicent’s chamber was noiseless, but not uncomfortable. This is what you two needed after a day overflowing with endless conversations befitting of your roles in society – a moment of peace.

From time to time, silence is good regardless of how long it lasts.

Alicent sets her fork downward, wiping her mouth with a clean white cloth, a sign that she plans to tell you something. “Aemond got along with his brother and Rhaenyra’s children today, can you believe it?”

You chuckle, “No, but that’s progress, right?!” Avowedly, you were elated for Aemond. It was not so long ago that Aegon put Jace and Luke up to getting Aemond a pig. The Pink Dread, they called it. You are aware because you were there per Aemond’s request, him having listened to Helaena in the early morning during one of her mumblings about something cryptic as usual.

Aegon, Jace, and Luke were reprimanded by you as you were the only person not of the Targaryen blood that could do such a thing without repercussions. Alicent considered you family, so you were an extension of the Targaryens in people’s eyes.

You were also there to stop Aemond from risking his life just so he could prove himself, reassuring him that he will have a dragon someday.

“I have you to thank for that.” Alicent reached for your hand on the table, caressing your knuckles softly.

“How did I partake in this, if I may ask?” You questioned.

“Jace told me that you said ‘Aemond is of your blood. You lot are Targaryens. If you cannot manage to look out for each other, the house of the dragon will tear itself apart. You all know that you are stronger when united. You must work through your differences. Sooner than late, you’ll have to fight against whoever dares to tear your family asunder. When the time comes, the realm will need four princes to keep everything together. That is your responsibility.’ That seemed to be enough to get their heads straight. Today, they all conspired to make Criston’s day miserable. It was bad for Criston, but good for the children.”

You grinned, glad to hear the news. You’d tell the boys you are proud of them in the morrow as well as to give your thanks for making Criston’s life worse. You don’t know why, but something about him leaves you feeling on edge. “There may be hope for them yet.” You teased.

“They listen to you.”

“Mhm.” You confirmed.

“And they value your counsel like you are also their mother.”

“Alicent, that is not what I had intended…” You trailed off, trying to retract your hand, thinking you overstepped your boundaries with her children. To your surprise, Alicent only held onto it tighter. She didn’t want to let you go.

Alicent’s eyes held no antipathy, seeming like her affection expanded upon observing how well you got along with her children. You’ve been a parental figure in their lives, stepping up in the shoes Viserys should have filled. Every milestone, you were there, not missing out on anything.

Your heart skipped a beat when Alicent pressed her lips against yours to hush your train of thought. Closing your eyes to relish in the warmth that was Alicent, your hands come up to place themselves on her cheeks. Even after all these years, Alicent still felt like coming home after a long journey. If she was a god, you would worship the ground she walks on because for you, Alicent is heaven. Your oasis.

At the end of the night, near the conclusion of reading Alicent a passage from your favorite tale, bodies pressed beside each other for warmth, your dark-haired lover sneaks a hand around your waist while your fingers brush over her back in a soothing manner.

You were close to falling asleep when Alicent murmurs, “You saved me.”

You studied Alicent’s expression but she did not give anything away, “How so?”

“You led me out of a path of hatred. If we didn’t meet, no doubt I’d be a disparate person.” Alicent smiles gently, “You would not like me.” She adds.

“Nonsense. I’d love you still. Whichever version that may be.” You dismiss.

“Even if I have gone mad?” She asks with her voice so small it made you want to put her in your pocket to cherish forever.

“Even if you’ve gone mad.” You certify.

“Will you still love me if you found out that I tried to wage war on Rhaenyra?”

“What kind of – yes, I would.”

“Good because I did try it.”

“Alicent!”

“It was a long time ago. I’ve gotten over it after I fell in love with you.” She exclaims defensively, surprising herself as well when she admitted her former plans to you when she vowed not to.

“How long ago?”

“During her wedding.”

“Okay, well, since you don’t hate her now, I suppose it’s alright.” You breathe out, seeking to imagine a life where Alicent and Rhaenyra did not reconnect but you couldn’t picture it in your mind. It was inconceivable.

“If I was a dragon, would you love me?”

“Of course. Dragons are marvelous.”

“How about if I stole ancient relics for a living?”

“Darling, let’s go to bed.”

“No. Answer my question first.”

“Sure.”

Alicent wriggles herself out of your hold. “That’s all you can say? ‘Sure’?” She asks incredulously.

You attempt to pull her back to you, “I love you, Ali. You know that.”’

“What if I was dirt in your foot? Would you love me then?” Her arms are crossed, pretending to sound upset.

Fortunately, you were familiar with her capers. She needs assurance, is all. Not giving Alicent a choice, you embrace her with a strong grip that she cannot get out of yet still allowing her space to breathe. The succeeding hours of conversation ensued all the way until the sun began to shine. You filled Alicent’s ears with sweet words that you candidly meant until she was content. Alicent values honesty as much as she values you. Your sayings were true at heart. Alicent could listen to your voice all day but she has a query directed to herself that appears regularly, looming in the back of her mind.

How did I get so lucky?

#alicent hightower x reader #alicent hightower #queen alicent #alicent x rhaenyra #rhaenicent

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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I wont give up writing for anything, even if that means I have to leave the Akademiya.

Creative Differences (Yandere!Tighnari/Reader)

A/n: compadre I lowkey got scared reading this message cause I was procrastinating on reviewing college algebra by writing a fic. It was kinda ominous haha! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). Anyways, I'm not sure if this is a writing prompt or who it's about, but here's a short (prolly ooc) yan!Tighnari fic. Enjoy!

gn!reader

CW: yandere!Tighnari, toxic relationship

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You're breaking up with your boyfriend of two years this afternoon.

Yes, you dated him despite knowing his flaws. You went out with him, knowing that he can be a killjoy and a bit condescending. And yes, you admit, that at first, you thought it was cute how Tighnari acts more abrasive around you when he is easily cordial around others. That you thought you were special since he doesn't act this falsely repulsed towards anyone else. That his facade will progressively melt soon as your relationship progresses.

Spoilers: it didn't. Somehow, instead of controlling his sharp tongue, you made it uncontrollably worse.

You were considerate and thought it was just stress. Being an underappreciated forest watcher would bound him to a few troubles on its own and the Akademiya's insistence on bringing him back is another factor. He had no need for the Sages' favors while they remained deaf when receiving his declinations. You chucked his behavior as a result of stress, and since he "trusts you more than anyone". Tighnari feels freer when he's with you compared to his associates. He openly expressed his frustrations because he's aware that you won't leave him, much like family.

But he smiles so much softer when he’s with Collei…

You know it's bad, really. To get jealous of his poor student as a final straw. It doesn't look good for your case, but one night you accidentally eavesdropped on their conversation and noticed how Tighnari's ears seem to straighten up whenever Collei calls him "master."

He never has time for you. He's always so busy, it's like he was avoiding you on purpose.

But you're mature and didn't act on those unpleasant emotions. You think of Collei as a little sister, and you can't imagine something bad happening to her. So, to lighten your mood, you jokingly called Tighnari "master" like the forest rangers.

And not so jokingly did he grab your wrist iron tight and tell you that if you say that again, he'd have you locked up in a cage like a filthy boar.

The remainder of the evening featured Tighnari avoiding eye contact. He never offers you an apology and acts as though he hadn't uttered anything horrible that left you feeling groggy the next day.

But being on the receiving end of his anger hurts. Especially when you know you've done nothing to deserve it, at least, it's nothing to you.

He vehemently opposed your enthusiasm for penning romantic light novels for grounds the fox refused to divulge. Instead of being proud that your novel "The Knight Tames the Villainess" beat Zhenyu's notorious "Legend of Sword"' for a week, Tighnari rained on your parade by insulting your readers and the characters of the book.

The fox said that the love interest behaves like Cyno and that he's not a hero worthy of wasting anyone's time. That if you're going to write a male love interest, he should've been more snappier and honest with the female lead's flaws instead of being stoic.

"He's done nothing to help her improve." He rolled his eyes. "The black kitsune antagonist had more chemistry with the female lead than him. That white-haired bodyguard is a joke of a protagonist. Your readers have no taste."

You didn't question why he was affected and offended by this. Tighnari was certain that if you did read between the lines, you would've rooted out the cause of the problem immediately.

He picked your characters apart while he engaged in a Socratic-like method of patronizing you.

None of his complaints, aside from his assertion that your novel lacked "logical structure," were verifiably true. Although the male character is silent and unfunny, he has done everything in his power to help his loved one become happier in all areas of her life. In addition, it is absurd that he believes the traumatizing antagonist was a greater role model than the boy who fell in love with the female lead.

You were surprised. From the years you've spent together, not once did he talk about your hobbies with you– and you wished he never did.

"Stop wasting time and focus on your thesis. How else are you going to pass the board if you're too busy behaving like a big lummox? I'm saying this because I care about you, (Y/n). If you need extra cash just say so. You don't have to write for those people, they're all just–"

Tighnari didn't stop there. You loathe recalling the rest of what he said.

You wouldn't mind his words if he attacked your skills in writing, but to call your readers illiterate and dimwitted spinsters with no taste in men was enough to unseal everything you had bottled up for the past 2 years.

The entire argument was a blur. There were screamings and loud thuds, but what stood out most from your memories was the bold declaration you uttered by the end of it all.

"I won't give up writing for anything," you spat. "Even if it means I have to leave the Akademiya– if it means I have to leave you."

Normally, debates with him are futile, but at least there was one major key takeaway from this exchange.

You had an epiphany. There was never a need on your end to be with Tighnari. That your writing was more than an escape– it was a clear cry for help and a reflection of your needs and desires. And you were hoping for someone to depend on and a chance to break free from the "villain" in your life.

It had been days since that fight, and you calmed down. With the way things are going, this conversation should be a breeze on your end.

"(Y/n), you wanted to see me?"

Speak of the devil.

You put your cup of coffee down.

"Yes, please close the door. This is pretty important."

He locked the door.

Tighnari looked indifferent– as usual– and flopped his tail down the nearest chair. His ears were twitching slightly as he fixed his hair, puffing it to add more volume.

You nodded, fishing a paper out of your pocket. Tighnari raised an eyebrow.

Since he was so keen on reminding you that you are awful at holding academic presentations without a little "cheat card", you decided that you'll bring one this time too. Albeit, it only had the words "FUCK YOU" written eloquently, it's enough to make you remember the many woeful sorrows you want to communicate. You don't care that it's petty. Even though you’ll be civil about the break-up, a little card wouldn’t hurt. At least when the afternoon's finished you can joke about it at parties.

Tighnari would laugh at your face after you say your piece. He's a natural-born sophist– some might call his wisdom false for it, but his persuasion is influential. Hence, you fully expect him to gaslight you midway. The fennec fox would remark that your performance was funnier than any material the general Mahamatra came up with. But you don't care.

There's an exciting world out there once this is settled. You can't wait to be single and get nervous around anyone you find remotely attractive.

"So? Get on with it, (Y/n)." He tapped his fingers on the table. You almost forgot he doesn't like it when people get too distracted. "I still have to plan the next cleansing ritual."

"Course you do." You let out a snarky retort without realizing it. "But please bear with it, this shouldn't take long."

He hummed curtly.

You cleared your throat again, trembling anxiety making its way up your fingers.

"Tighnari, let's have a clean break up."

"Sure."

"Oh." You nervously smiled. "Thank you, I apprec–"

Tighnari hurriedly sprang from his chair and slammed both hands down. His eyes widened as your thoughts took a moment to sink in. He laughed without mirth.

"... Wait, come again?"

He squeezed his nose and closed his eyes while taking a breath. The slight grin on Tighnari's face proved your assumption was accurate. He was laughing at you.

"What are you trying to play here?"

Of course, it'd be too easy if he just agreed with you.

"Whatever it is that you're trying, quit it. If you want to go on dates then sure. We could visit Liyue Harbor this Saturday–"

"No. I'm being serious here." You breathed shakily in a mediocre attempt to steel your nerves. "I want to break up, Tighnari."

He paused, his stone-cold gaze unbreaking.

"Why?"

"Because we're both unhappy."

His ears twitched and drooped down slightly. "We are?... You're unhappy?"

"Yes." You said it almost like a question, so you repeated it to make things clear. "Yes, I am. And so are you."

Tighnari slowly shook his head.

"No, no I don't. I love being with you, (Y/n)."

You sucked air between your teeth. Your heart started to pound loudly as your hand clenched a handful of your shirt tightly. It's unfair. He can't say that after every verbal abuse he subjected you to hear.

"Tighn–"

"I know what this is about. You're having an affair with Cyno, right?" He snarled.

Huh?

This time, it was your turn to be stunned and simultaneously enraged. You glared daggers at him while your closed hand hit the table.

"Excuse me?!"

You both went silent. The fox heard your heavy breathing and knows you're too baffled to speak.

"I can't believe this." Tighnari sneered, but his voice was raspy and strained from disbelief. His tearfully frustrated eyes contorted as he forced words out of his mouth. He raised his hands abruptly before languidly motioning his thoughts in the air.

"I can't believe you didn't even realize you're in love with him. I-I was willing to turn a blind eye if you were fucking him behind my back. That’s how much I love you. I thought turning a blind eye would stop you from stirring up this– this rebellion– You're a fox's mate– my mate!"

He shook, mad.

"And I can't and won't find another. Damn it (Y/n)– you know this!"

"What made you think I'm having an affair with Cyno?!" You balled your fists, and your knuckles paled.

One more absurd comment and you'd be convinced that he's under the influence of hallucinogens. It wouldn't be a huge stretch. What kind of boyfriend would let someone else bed their lover? An incompetent one maybe– if it were a healthy polygamous relationship and everyone consented then you wouldn't bat an eye, but it isn't.

You're not some debauched "doll" shared against their will.

"I've never cheated on you!" You screamed.

"From the way I see it, your patrols with him should be considered an emotional affair." Tighnari deadpanned. "Playing with his hood, pulling his arm, laughing at his unfunny jokes– you're practically a whore for him."

Holy shit.

"You're insane."

That was the only response you could say.

So painfully, you wanted to nitpick the flaws from his argument. How satisfied you would've been if you pointed out that's how humor is subjective and that's how platonic relationships work. Even though you wanted to make him feel tiny with your stream of unwarranted reprimands, you don't want to be like him.

Let his delusions simmer and stir– you have nothing to do with him anymore.

"You know what, we both don't need this talk. We're done, Tighnari."

You walked past him and reached for the doorknob.

It rattled, however, it did not open.

You tried again, frantically in an attempt to loosen the locks. This was the worst moment for a door to jam. You slouched forward and pulled harder. There's no way he won't use this moment as a way to drop more inane comments. You heard a chair being dragged out behind you.

"It's no use. I locked it."

"Then open this fucking door."

"Why should I?"

You shivered, not noticing Tighnari right behind you. His lips hovered above your ear.

The reputable forest watcher trusted by travelers and citizens alike pressed a doused handkerchief against your nose.

Panic overrode your rationality when you realized what you were inhaling, and stupidly you gasped. It smelled faintly made out of dendro energy and plants created by Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. You and Haypasia, whose major research concentrated on the Irminsul, are more than familiar with its aroma.

It's the incense.

Normally, it's taken for the sake of connecting with the Irminsul, but his motivations make you dread why it's being utilized. Continuous exposure increases the susceptibility of researchers to its effects, and in this context, Tighnari is exploiting that for...

You jumped and clawed his arm, but your vision wavered like it would in the desert. His arm encircled your waist, and he was, unfortunately, stronger than you. The card you were holding fell. Tighnari's ears perked up as he sensed your strength waning.

He caught you right on time. Consciousness evaded you, and you weakly leaned on his chest.

Tighnari smiled.

He smiled so much softer than when he talked to Collei– and everyone else in Teyvat.

"Why should I open the door, when I have you right where I want you?"

#yandere tighnari #yandere #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere fanfiction #genshin impact x reader #tighnari #yandere oneshot #ansy-writes

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nubsdolls · 3 months

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cautioonn!!!,, wip i never finished.. like i wrote this back durin october never finished.. probably wont end up finishing just cuz its kind of ehhh.. but take it while i work on another fic WHILE i work on ANOTHER fic LMFAOO

you fiddled with the cup in your grasp, thoughts of 'where is he?' or 'is he even gonna show?' ran through your head.

he, as in your bestfriend, hobie, had invited you to a halloween party, a little get-together, as you guys werent able to hang a ton due to finals and all that.. (and occasionally him roaming around the city being spiderman.) but nonetheless, you guys were still close, so naturally, when he invited you to come with him, you agreed.

you stood in the corner, away from the large crowd, most people you knew but didnt interact with more than the occasional, "whats the answer for number five?" you usually kept to yourself, had a few friends but you werent quite the quiet kid, sure people knew you here and there but you had few close friends.

tossing the cup away, filled with whatever it was, fruit punch? alchohol? you really couldnt tell, not like you cared much.. as you try reaching for your phone, you struggle with the pockets on the leather bunny costume you wore, hands slipping down the leather, finally, you get to your phone, unlocking it you scroll along the apps.

you suddenly feel a pair of large gloved hands grab onto your waist, you jolt back quickly in instinct, only to discover its some fuckin' idiot in a ghostface costume. your getting ready to blow up on the creep but you suddenly recognize who it is by height, you quickly reach up to take off the mask, and sure enough, its hobie.

"oh god, you shoulda seen ya face." he says inbetween laughs, struggling to make out the words. his features emphasized by the party lighting, the same familiar scent of him, his leather jackets.

i wonder how many wips im gonna conjure up before i genuinely finish a full fic..

#hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown smut #across the spiderverse #fanfic #wip #halloween

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hobbies/quirks in your relationships - !pre borderlands SUGURU NIRAGI, SHUNTAROU CHISHIYA, HIKARI KUINA

CW: mentions of arguments, intoxication, alcohol consumption

AN: hello to my new and old readers!! since a lot of ppl are reading my fics again since s2 came out here's a lil thingy to celebrate!. Niragi's portion was written for a multi-part fic, but i decided why not make it into a scenario thingy instead of another series i know i wont continue HAHAH, anyway that explains why its longer than chisiyas and kuinas, anwayy happy reading!

SUGURU NIRAGI - never talking about each other romantically unless tipsy enough.

You and Niragi were best friends in the ordinary world. After your office hours together you both often went out to drink or have late dinner together, talking about all the stresses your office jobs offered. Oftentimes, when one of you gets drunk enough, you or he would elaborate on the things you loved the most about the other.

Niragi would boast on and on about how kind and considerate you are, how admirable you are with even such a stressful job and a questionable workplace environment, you never gave up solely on the reason that you just couldn't leave your best friend behind (Possibly also because putting little easter eggs for each other in the games you created was fun. Especially when you see game theorists become mind-boggled on why ‘igarin’ and ‘n/y’ were always written in the corner of some wall in the game). He would talk about how elegant your features were even if it was so late to the point your eyes were fighting to not fall asleep. You on the other hand would disregard these ramblings while you helped him walk home since, knowing him, he would just fall asleep on the street while continuing to talk about you even if you just left him there. However, when you have taken one too many drinks, Niragi wouldn't hesitate to get closer to you just to protect you from the prying eyes and hands of the other men in the bar you both are in. You would just stare at him, simply stating that he was beautiful and that you were in love with him. Of course, he would just attempt to hide the red tint collecting on his face while the bartender present may or may not have given him a signal that you were telling the truth. Just like you, he would help you get home, this time having an arm around your waist to make sure no one tries anything with you. He would grab your keys from your pockets and help you get to bed. If in a certain occasion, have instantly fallen asleep, he would place a kiss on your forehead and sprint out of your home in embarrassment while he locked your door, and hid your keys in a potted plant for you to find in the morning.

SHUNTAROU CHISHIYA - always making lunch for each other

Med school isn't easy for anyone. Internships, tests, lessons, lectures, everything you both had to do always made the days blur together. Your relationship with the Cheshire was getting complicated. Meaningless and unsincere arguments visited and left, leaving you both with tired eyes and frustrated faces. Even with these ups and downs in your relationship, one thing never left and was never forgotten. Food!

With every evening spent restless, there would always be an afternoon after spent with each other, sharing and exchanging Bentos you made for each other the morning before. Though most lunches were spent with the both of you in silence, it was a type of silence where no words were needed since your minds spoke for themselves. Warm mutual understandings of forgiveness, even with no mellow apologies spoken, telepathic i-love-you’s exchanged, all topped off with you-mean-so-much-to-me glances after you both had finished.

The both of you were always tired of the multiple things you had to do, but on days where getting angry was also too tiring, Chishiya would always just let you speak your mind, not even listening to what you have to say since he himself has to fight just to re assure you that he was awake and present (white lies are never wrong in his book).

HIKARI KUINA - teenage-styled sleepovers

Being a high-end fashion designer, dating a casual apparel clerk was never what anyone thought you would end up being in the future, yet here you are with her, having green clay masks on your faces, wearing bathrobes after a ‘spa’ in your bathtub.

With the both of you on your king-sized bed, with snacks cluttering the side tables, and a telephone in the middle of the bed, there was only one thing left for the both of you to do: PRANK CALLLSSS. Though the both of you knew how immature this was, it never bothered the both of you much since it was a nice way to have fun and act as if the both of you were two girls in high school again. Be that as it may, the prank calling was always a 30-minute journey, with most ending with the receiver hanging up as soon as they registered an unfamiliar voice. The two of you always end up on top of one another, not in a sexual manner, but as if you both just want to gaze into each other’s eyes to enjoy the moment with each other.

As you sit on top of her lap, cupping both sides of her face, you lay soft kisses on her lips as she keeps her eyes on yours. Giggles echo around the room as the two of you enjoy the comfort and aura of each other. The fact that you both were at the stage where you are collectively comfortable with each other, was enough to send her to a feeling of bliss.

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mugentakeda · 2 months

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Do you have any fic recs similar to your take on iroh? Treating him as an actual character with some fucked up issues is SO much more fun!! I love him and I am chewing on your art

YES!!!!!!!! everytime i post about shithead iroh moments i get nervous someones gonna think i dont like him or im anti iroh or whatever but i genuinely honest to god think his less than savory past and personality traits ON TOP of the things about him that make him so beloved by the fandom makes him better. like yeah i love all parent characters that are just big softies but big softie parents that also are kinda (very much ) fucked up are even better. to ME. and i dont usually judge how good characters are on the basis of how good of a parent they are which is oddly something that a Lot of people do but. U wont find any of that on this blog which is also why i loveeeee ursa.

BUT I DIGRESS! here is my absolute favorite. its unfinished but what is there is still very loaded. digs in deep to iroh. gets pretty nitty gritty with it too. it changed how i see iroh and specifically season 1 iroh. it balances his b1 behavior with his later revealed status as a grand lotus MASTERFULLY, and puts his manipulative and cunning side on full display. might even make you mad at him a little bit

this one is less of a take on iroh as like. a general and a grand lotus and the war side of him and more of him as a father. its short and sad and i adore all of this authors fics involving iroh. it still shines a good light on the consequences of irohs own actions though because lu ten dying was literally his fault. the selfishness and the manic desperation that bleeds through this monologue is kind of scary but also is tragically beautiful.

ALSO these specific parts near the end of salvage were REALLY good. i feel like iroh is definitely the kind of guy that does a whole lot of backhanded comments as a way of patronizing without probably even realizing he does it?? i think a lot of people forget that what makes iroh being “changed” different from zuko is that zuko is still a child, and iroh is like. in his fifties or something. a whole LIFETIME of probably doing everything zuko did pre-redemption but far worse, and plenty times over. take how young azula is when ozai let her loose into the world into account. take the fact that iroh was already a general by the time he was sieging bss into account. im not gonna compare and contrast crimes here but i am trying to put weight onto how long iroh has been in the game. nasty shit like this is bound to still creep in the shadows of irohs mind and will definitely slip out sometimes.

and i know i keep bringing up that one unfinished super gnarly au fic that features azulon putting zuko into irohs care following irohs return to ba sing se (after ozai disgraced himself in requesting azulon give ozai the throne since iroh lost his only heir). hopefully one day ill find it because i hate to think the author deleted it or whatever . but out of all the fics that dig into irohs crimes id say this one does it the deepest while also SOMEHOW managing to make iroh sympathetic just by how sheerly pathetic and miserable he is the whole time. ONE DAY THOUGH. i pray that i will find it. because i have like over 200 pages of history on ao3 and i cant remember when exactly i read the fic so . searching for it has been kind of difficult but if i find it trust i will post it lol

#i know this isnt much but for some reason depicting iroh like this is kinda. Uncommon.#WHICH STINKS but whatever.#asks

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Lure

𖤐 pairing: Dokkaebi!Jeonghan x human!reader (m/f) 𖤐 genre: smut, fluff if you squint 𖤐 warnings: MDNI 𖤐 wc: 2k 𖤐trope/au: established r/s, lore au/god 𖤐kink(s): face fucking & panty kink (roleplay) 𖤐 summary: Theres something outside your house in the forest that always messes with you... 𖤐 notes: Oop. October 4th of kinktober and another fic for creature feature by @kwanisms i think Jeonghan fit this creature enough, these goblins are playful af and so is jeonghan. Im also going to start putting what each monster is. there was a specific pic i wanted to use of Jeonghan but his mic was in it and i realized that it looked a little too dark for a dokkaebi which is a supposed playful deity 𖤐Meaning: Dokkaebi, also known as Korean goblins are nature deities or spirits possessing extraordinary powers and abilities that are used to interact with humans, at times playing tricks on them and at times helping. 𖤐Tags: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan

Youre getting annoyed with the thing outside your window that throws rocks at it. You huff and sit up, walking towards the back too and peeking your head out the door to look towards your window. Nothing. Again. But as your gaze passes the forest you stop. Theres a figure in the distance thats watching. Sometimes you see him, sometimes you dont, but never in broad daylight.

You have a feeling that its him fucking with you whenever youre in your room or take a walk in the forest. You narrows your eyes, barely managing to take in the males pretty features right before he disappears from your sight. "What the fuck?" You mumble. You swore you just saw him and barely got the time to see his face before he was gone. You huff before you step out of the house. Youre going to hunt this thing down.

You grabbed a jacket before you closed the door and stomped into the forest. "Where are you, you little shit." You yell, slipping your jacket on as you walked. You shouldve changed out of your skirt but you were too angry with this thing. Theres a gust of wind right as your able to hold down your skirt, you huff before walking further. For all you know this thing could be luring you out to kill you and you are walking straight into it.

You clench your fists in front of your skirt. "Youve got cute panties on." The voice is a whisper in your ear and you cant find the owner anywhere. You look around, cheeks pink at the words. You can almost feel the back of your skirt being lifted and you spin around, ready to confront him but you see nothing. "What is your name?" Its silent for a while and your half tempted to open your mouth to ask another question when the breeze comes by again, what feels like fingers touching the back of your thighs.

Again, you spin around ready to throw a punch only for nothing to be there. What the fuck is going on? You bite you lip, looking around, seeing a quick blur of movement and you jerk to run after it before you stop, what is this thing trying to do? Kill you? You narrow your eyes. At least if you go out, youll go out cute. You take off towards the spot you saw the dark blur.

Skidding to a stop you blink. You never knew there was a clearing. You hadnt stepped into the clearing yet. Your grandmother used to warn you about fairy rings. You look around before a small rock bounces off your head. "That wasnt very nice." You mumble, holding the spot, hearing giggles from in front of you. You eyes land on the boy in front of you. His ears are slightly pointed, his teeth are sharp, almost like what you think a monster would look like. You frown.

"Hi! Im surprised you followed me this far." You cross your arms. "You arent very nice, why did you throw a rock at me?" He shrugs and you huff. "It seemed fun." Your jaw drops a bit. "Fun?! You thought it seemed fun to throw a rock at me?!" You watch as he nods, a smirk on his lips. "Yeah, it kinda was to be honest." You clench your fist, his eyes flickering towards it before back at you. "

"Why wont you leave me alone?" He cocks his head to the side, the smirk changing into a fond grin. "Your reactions are entertaining. Theyre very cute actually." You roll your eyes and the smirk is back on his lips as he takes a few steps forward. "And i get to see all your pretty panties. Did you know you kinda strip in your sleep? You should close your curtains."

Your jaw drops again, pink covering your cheeks. "What the fuck?!" He waves his hand in a flippant gesture. "Not important. Anyways, my name is Jeonghan. You can call me Hannie if you want." You raise a brow. "I dont even know you and you want me to call you Hannie?" He nods, your arms fall to your side. You barely notice him closing the distance.

Your eyes dark around his face. Hes pretty. He has black hair thats pulled back and pinned with a hair pin, a round face and eyes that just scream mischief, if you ignored his pointed ears and the sharp teeth, he could pull off being human.

"So your name is Jeonghan." You ignore the whine of him wanting you to call him Hannie. "But what are you?" He nods. "Smart cookie." You frown. Your boyfriend says that sometimes. You cross your arms, leaning onto one leg, hip cocked out. "Im a dokkaebi." He smiles, a mocking bow following. "A dokkaebi? I thought those were only lore?" He motions to himself then grins. "Well im here, and you know its real with how you felt the rock."

You hate that you agree with him but then you remember something. "Panties?!" You have half the mind to take off your jacket it and wrap it around waist. "Yeah, they smell good too." Hes bold too. Its kind of attractive. You want to smack the small part of you that thinks that. "Excuse me? Are you stealing my panties??" He smiles and you notice it changes his whole face. He looks sweet and inviting, the smirk is haughty and cocky. And the grin makes him look very mischievous.

"Mayhaps." You frown. Is that where all my panties are disappearing too? "Do you still have them?" He nods, smiling innocently. "Ill return them soon." You bit your lip. Hes close enough to touch and his skin looks soft. You shake your head a bit, shaking the thought off at the same time. "What...what do you do with them?" He raises a brow, surprised at your sudden interest. He uses that time to trap you against the tree behind you. "Ya' really wanna know?" You nod unconsciously and he smiles.

"Well i start with putting one up to my face, you smell good." He comments off handedly. "Then i wrap another one around my cock, its even better when theyre wet." He purrs. "I use them to jerk off. Sometimes ill even suck off the wetness whenever you do something naughty." He hums the words against your neck and your head tilts back against the bark, eyes closed.

"You taste like heaven." He wraps an arm around your waist, trapping you between him and the tree, pulling your lower half to his. "My favorite is that blue satin pair." He chuckles. "The purple baby doll is a close second though. Its a good thing i can make cum stains disappear." Your cheeks flush and he laughs, a soft breath of laughter that fans across your neck.

"Smells like you have a problem." He hums, the arm not around your waist sliding to your ass, slipping under the skirt and groping the skin, a deep groan leaves his throat. "Youre wearing the blue pair arent you. This pair always sticks so easily to you when your wet." He hums, pressing his mouth against your ear. "Lets make a deal hm? Suck me off and ill help you." You nod as his fingers brush against the wet spot on your panties.

"Take them off." He coos, snapping the band. "Or ill rip them off." He means it, you notice. Your heads a bit fuzzy but you obey, slipping off the pair and Jeonghan snatches them from your hand and holds them up to his nose, pushing your shoulder down, you understand him, getting to your knees as a growl leaves his lips. "You taste and smell even better fresh."

Your eyes cant leave his face. The face hes making...its beautiful. His tongue darts out to lick the wet spot. "Continue." He snips, tangling his hand in your hair. You obey, licking your lips as you pull down his pants and underwear. The cold air feels weird but oddly good on your bare pussy. The breeze, courtesy of Jeonghan, flips your skirt up again as you wrap your hand around his cock.

Its just as pretty as him. He has more length than girth, you wonder if its possible to deep throat him. He tangles his free hand in your hair as well, gripping your hair tight once you suck on the tip. Your panties are still up in the air at his mouth. His eyes are still closed and you want him to crumble.

You spit onto his cock, making sure his dick is wet enough before you start wrapping your lips around his cock, bobbing your head a few times as he groans. You hum softly and the feeling makes his knees wobble for a second. "Fuck..." He mumbles, when you look up again hes looking down at you, eyes hoodied and blown with lust. "Im gonna fuck your face angel." You hum and relax your jaw and throat, hands resting on his thighs.

He gives an experimental thrust of his hips and groans as his tip hits the back of your throat. "Fuuuck." He whines, hips picking up speed once you give him another ok. His hips are moving quickly and his grip on your hair is borderline painful but it makes you whine around his cock. Tears form in your eyes from the abuse on your throat. "Almost there angel." He mumbles and you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock and his hips stutter, a whine leaving his lips as he presses your nose against his pelvis, groaning deeply as he cums down your throat, pulling out and letting the remaining bits land on your face and on your tongue.

You cough when he pulls out but swallow. You giggle and stand up. "Im surprised you went with that Hannie." You smile at your boyfriend. He puts the under in his hand before helping you step back into them despite your complaint. Jeonghan didnt often get to relax and 'do his dokkaebi duties' hes said a few times. He laughs and presses a kiss on your forehead. "I feel more relaxed now too, been bottling it up for too long, was starting to get sick."

You frown, touching his cheeks, a smile spreads on your lips as he leans into your touch. "Thats not good love. Let me know next time before it gets too bad." He nods, eyes closing as he snuggles into your touch again, hugging you to his chest.

"I love you princess." He whispers into your palm and you smile. "I love you too Hannie." Jeonghan smiles against your hand, one of his covering your hand and sighing. "I forgot how much my powers can drain me." He refuses to let go of your hand and you chuckle. "Should we go lay down?" He's quiet for a moment before he nods. "I gotta get you off too." Your cheeks turn pink. "I uh...I already came. Youre really pretty when you cum...and i was touching myself..." You confess and his eyes open, half glaring before it breaks into a smile.

"Lets go then, get you in a new pair of panties and then i wanna lay on your chest." You chuckle, letting him lead you up to your shared room. His legs are still a bit wobbly and he takes that moment to also change into pajamas, pulling some out for you.

Jeonghan helps you change before he flops down on the bed, letting you get settled before pushing you legs apart so he can rest his head on your chest, his weight pressing you down into the bed. You take that moment to take the hair pin out, placing it on the table and pulling the blanket up both of you to rest under. "Take a nap Han, ill be here when you wake up...im kind of stuck anyways."

He nods against against your chest before he snuggles more into you, holding on of your hands and relaxing. Hes out within minutes, soft snores leaving his mouth as you stroke your fingers through his hair.

"Sleep well Hannie."

#yoon jeonghan imagine #yoon jeonghan smut #cultofdionysusnet #skyechilds work #seventeen smut #seventeen imagine #enjoy

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sunnygrey99 · 8 months

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Honey, Smoke, Lemon, and Oak Pt 3

~Trigger Warning: Typical TLOU warnings. Self Harm, suicidal tendencies, severe mental illness, PTSD, gore, psychological torture, slight implications of previous abuse/SA (minors DNI) If any other Triggers apply please let me know.~

Story Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Violence, Murder, Death, Smut

A/N: This is a rough chapter. I'm trying to be as accurate to an unpredictable mental illness as I can be. As someone who suffers from severe mental illness I do not take it lightly. Please if you are suffering or need help Tumblr offers resources that can really help.

Wordcount: 2,546

Summary: Plus size!Reader is a Beekeeper and Medical Scientist living in Jackson. A simple meeting of a new friend slowly becomes so much more. Reader is immune. Reader is given a nickname. (This fic will have very dark tones though out. This deals with the unfortunate reality that men do disgusting things to women regardless of the world having ended. All chapters will include warnings and tag warnings. Please take care in reading.)

Its been a couple weeks since Ellie started school. You missed her during the mornings but she never failed to show up after school even just to do her homework next to you as you worked. Joel of course still working in the barn and every once in awhile coming back up to where ever you and Ellie were to take breaks and check up on you both. It was nice seeing them but after they leave each night you could feel the anxiety and hurt edging back into you.

You haven’t slept in the last three nights and its starting to show. Today as soon as you open the door and greet Joel he is looking at you with a deep set concern.

“You doin’ alright today Miss Bunny?” His hand stretches out just about to touch you in case you need support.

You pull back fast and stumble slightly into the door frame, “I’m just fine, thank you.” You pull your arms across your chest and seem to shrink in on yourself. “You can take the day off if you want. I was going to spend today in the barn.”

Joel seems to take the information in and mulls it over for a moment. His concern still intensely written across his features. “I don’t think thats a very good idea-”

You interrupt him quickly, “I don’t need you telling me what I can and can’t do Mr.Miller. It is my job to make that medication. The town needs it.”

Joel’s features go from concern to confusion to anger in the blink of an eye. “I’m just tryin’ to look out for you. You look like you ain’t slept in a week and now you’re snappin’ at me.”

“I don’t need you to look out for me I said I’m fine. Leave.” With those words you slam the door and start pacing your home. You know its wrong the second the words leave your mouth. Its been months since you felt like this. The last time it happened it took weeks for you to come back from it. Maria found you and helped bring you back last time but at the cost of permanent damage to your friendship. You know she’ll never fully trust you again after that. You can’t let it happen to anyone else.

The next thirty minutes are spent by you locking and boarding up every window and door in the house. If no one can come in while you are like this then they wont get hurt.

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Joel is dumbfounded and stands on your porch for five minutes trying to understand what just happened. He devolves into anger and annoyance and stalks off to find some other work to keep him busy for the day.

Another week passes and Joel finds himself at Maria and Tommy’s place helping them get ready for the new baby. Shes due in just a couple months and both Tommy and Maria are in a tizzy trying to make sure everything is ready for the new addition to the family.

“Ya know it doesn’t have to be perfect right Tommy?” Joel’s tone light and relaxed in the presence of family.

Tommy scuffs and rearranges the fabric diapers and towels again, “I know but I just want it to make sense. Its gonna be hard enough raising a kid in this world let alone having things disorganized once they get here.”

Joel chuckles at his brother, “It was a shitty world then and its a shitty world now, either way ain’t keepin that organized for more than a day when the kiddo gets here.”

Maria walks in then hand on her belly and the other carrying a small box of extra baby stuff. Tommy rushes over grabbing the box from her. “The Doc said not to lift anything and you should be in bed resting.”

“I can’t just lay in bed for the next few months and you know that. Besides the Doc said I can’t lift more than ten pounds. That’s less than eight.” Maria smiles at her husband and pats his cheek before giving him a small peck on the lips.

Joel watches the contentedness wash over their features. A sense of envy fills his own chest. He misses that feeling. Recognizing that he had something similar with Sarah’s mom before she left and he hadn’t felt that want since she did. He also feels a bit of jealousy at his brother having what he wishes he did when Sarah’s mom was pregnant. Joel hadn’t even known about Sarah until she was dropped off by a social worker when she was a week old. Most surprising of all is his sudden want for a chance at that again. He feels himself try to shake off the thoughts. Immediately replaced by the feelings of grief, sadness, and loss. Anger being the most present. The two others in the room oblivious to the change in Joel’s demeanor. Maria turns the Joel then, “So hows the barn coming along?”

Joel huffs and rolls his eyes at that, “Just fine till Bunny told me to fuck off.”

Maria looks over to Tommy with confusion and concern immediately written across her face. She looks back to Joel, “What do you mean she told you to fuck off?”

He simply shrugs. “Looked like she hadn’t slept in a few, asked her if she was alright…damn near chewed my head off for it. Told me to leave so I did.”

She takes a step closer the concern only worsening, “Joel this is very important. How long ago was this?”

He squints his eyes at her then his brother. He feels as if he is missing something important, like he doesn’t know something they do. His eyes shift back over to Maria, “A week ago.”

She curses under her breath before looking at Tommy. “You see her in the past week at all?” He simply shakes his head no. “Tommy we need to get the doc to her ASAP.” He nods and starts heading to the truck Maria right behind him.

Joel stands there confused for a moment lost in thought as to what might be the reason that the doc would be needed. He almost just brushes it off and lets them deal with it, but something in him is telling him to get a move on and help. Clearly something is wrong and Bunny needs help.

Its not even twenty minutes later they are all standing at the front door. Maria banging on the door with no answer. Joel peers into the window to see if there is any movement. “Looks like she’s got the windows and doors blocked from the inside. What the hell is goin’ on with her?”

Maria huffs as she paces the porch, “I should have known when she didn’t come over Tuesday. She never misses bringing me meds.”

“You didn’t tell me she didn’t drop those off.” Tommy voices from the bottom of the porch stairs.

“I still had meds I would have been fine. I thought she would just be by tomorrow when she drops off the rest to the clinic.” Maria walks back to the door again and calls your name. She tries again just a couple more times hoping your real name would coax you out sooner. They all hear a rustling around from inside the house and she calls for you again. “Bunny please, Its just me Maria. You can trust me remember? We have been best friends for a decade. You saved my ass from a hundred infected, supported me with governing Jackson. Sweetie I know you are in there please open up. We just want to know you are okay!”

Joel can see the tears prickling in Maria’s eyes. He hasn’t ever seen her this emotional and distressed even with the pregnancy hormones. He looks to Tommy and recognizes the same sad look in his eyes that he had when he himself had gone off the deep end. It suddenly struck him what was happening. That’s when they all hear the shattering of glass come from inside the house.

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You’ve been pacing the bottom floor of the house for you don’t even know how long. Sleeping only in small increments when your body allows it. That voice creeping in slowly. His voice. Its been so long since you’d heard it but you remember the condescending tone anywhere. At first it sounded far away like he was yelling from the yard but then he was closer and closer. He always knows where you are in the house without actually being here. He sounds like hes in the walls now.

“Little girl, you can’t run away from me now…” His voice makes you tremble in fear. “I know where you are…I know your every thought.”

“no….no just….just leave me alone please. I’ve given you enough of me.” Your hands squeeze around the leather handle of your knife as you pace in the center of the living room.

“NO! I WANT IT ALL! YOU’RE MINE!” His voice echoes out. Its almost enough to cover the banging at your front door. That’s when you hear your name being called in a familiar, sweeter voice.

“Bunny please, Its just me Maria. You can trust me remember? We have been best friends for a decade. You saved my ass from a hundred infected, supported me with governing Jackson. Sweetie I know you are in there please open up. We just want to know you are okay!” The voice carried through the walls you had built up. You don’t remember this person, only a small spark of familiarity.

You walk to the front door hand out stretched yet hesitant to take down the furniture blocking the way. “Don’t you dare trust her. She just wants to steal you away from me. You don’t want that do you little girl? She’ll hurt you.” Your trembling hands pull back and reach to cover your ears, the blade from your knife brushing slightly against your cheek.

“She sounds nice, I think I know her.” Your voice just a hushed whisper.

“STUPID GIRL! You can’t trust anyone but me! I kept you safe all those years and THIS is how you repay me?” His voice booms as you stumble back some slicing open your cheek. “It looks like I need to teach you another lesson. A round of iron should teach you better.” Its then that you see him emerge from the wall. A fire poker in hand and red hot. You see his hands wring around the iron grip and a gleeful look in his otherwise dead eyes. The bullet hole in his forehead still oozing blood like the last time you saw him. And the same devious, wicked smile plastered on his face. As he inches forward you feel yourself pushed back into fight or flight mode. You reach to the nearest objects and start throwing them at him, hoping to deter him from coming any closer. Once hes only a few inches away you let out a blood curdling scream. Moments later furniture flies away from its barricade spot and the door breaks off its hinges.

A man you don’t recognize walks towards you in a hurry, light shining behind him as if he is some sort of angel. Unsure of what to make of the man you shuffle away. The man of your nightmares dissipated into thin air as the new man stops in his tracks. His movements much slower now as if trying to calm a scared and wild animal. You can see his lips move but you don’t hear any sound right away. The golden light behind him is almost blinding as it washes over the cold room. It warms your skin as you look down at yourself and see the light gracing your form. Looking back up at the man you smile. “Is it safe? Is he gone?”

The man kneels down in front of you and slowly nods. He reaches up and starts to take the knife from you. That’s when the light behind him starts to fade into an inky black. Panic quickly floods back into your system, and your grip hardens on the knife. “No! GET AWAY FROM ME!” You kick at him and scramble to move away. He lets go and steps back quickly.

“Bunny please, I promise I ain’t gonna hurt you.” He watches you intently and you in-turn watch him. The light and inky black fighting back and forth around the man. Swirling and mixing yet never quite touching. Your gaze still lays on his features with no trust. He waits on a few moments before speaking back up. “I’ll stay right here okay? I just need you to put the knife down.”

The panic quickly grows and your eyes flick from him to the knife and back to him. “I won’t let him or any other man get me again.” You quickly flip the knife back to yourself and plunge the knife deep into your abdomen.

As your body feels the sudden numbness pool in your abdomen reality crashes back in. Eyes locked with Joel’s as he stands there stunned. “Joel…I…” You look back down to your abdomen, “Oh god what…did I do?” Dropping to your knees, hands grabbing at the still plugged wound. Your hands smearing the dripping blood as you feel another pair of hands on you keeping you from fully falling to the ground.

You hear Joel’s voice calling out something. He sounds panicked but you can’t quite understand what he is saying. All the sound around you muffled as if you were stuck in a dream. The inky black that had been around Joel enveloping your own vision as you hear more voices get added to the muddled sound.

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Joel yells out to the group on the porch, “Doc! We need the Doc in here!” He cradles your shoulders as he rocks you back and forth slowly. His other arm pulling your legs to get you laying more flat. The blood pouring out from your wound coats Joel’s clothes and hand. Your eyes only half open staring up at him, pupils blown wide. You try muttering something out and weakly raise your arm. He was quick to hold you and shush you. “It’s alright Miss Bunny, we are gonna fix this. Everything is going to be okay.”

Time seems to stand still for hours as he looked deep into your eyes. His own filling with tears he hadn’t realized he could have for anyone more than he already had. It was when your eyes rolled fully back and the doctor pulled you from his grip that he himself blacked out. The next thing Joel knew he was standing with Ellie next to your sleeping form in a hospital bed.

Ellie’s hand squeezing yours and silent tears rolling down her own face. Joel does the only thing he can think of to help. He pulls up two chairs and guides Ellie to sit still able to hold your hand. He barely catches the whisper that leaves her lips. “Please don’t abandon me too.” It instantly crushes Joel’s heart and all he can do is sit there with Ellie.

Part 4

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#reader insert #long reads #potentially triggering #ellie williams #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #maria miller #the last of us #tommy miller #tw abuse #ptsd

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cutekittenlady · 8 days

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Earthspark Breakdown Summary Fic part 1

(needs a proper title)

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Another fic idea that there's a decent chance I wont have the time or energy to write. This time for Earthspark featuring Breakdown. Figure I'll do what I tried out awihle ago with a Pokemon fic idea I knew I wouldn't have time to write and write very very brief summaries of how I see the series of events playing out.

Kinda like a heavily abridged summarized fanfic with some stuff I cant figure out or have no ideas for yet skipped over in the interest of just getting the idea out.

Think I'll call it a Summary Fic or whatever.

(Probably going to do this in parts so might as well go ahead and put the necessary pits for a link here)

Takes place after the end of the first season during a rather delicate period between the Autobots, Decepticons, and darn well near everyone for that matter.

G.H.O.S.T. is gone and all their decepticon prisoners freed, and while there are certainly Decepticons who aren't going to let their necessary saving of the world stop their ambitions, they're hiding out atm. Regrouping, gaining resources, and figuring out what to do next.

During this tentative period; Bumblebee and co (whoever is involved in "co" is a work in progress) visit the now abandoned GHOST base in an attempt to potentially gain some information on whatever else GHOST may have been up to as well as retrieving potentially damaging information about Cybertronians.

While there the group is shocked to encounter Swindle, the still armless Hardtop, and Breakdown of all bots picking through the remains of the base. A fight breaks out between the Con bros (my special name for Swindle and Hardtop) and Bumblebees gang before Breakdown breaks up the fight and explains that hes helping Swindle and Hardtop pick through the remains to find parts to build Hardtop a new arm. They "are NOT there to pick fights!" (directed at the bros).

He asks Bumblebee why he is there and, Bumblebee rather carefully tells him about the data recovery mission. Breakdown offers the Cons aid on the mission as recovering the data could benefit him and the rest of Decepticons (former and otherwise) just as much as the Autobots. Swindle and Hardtop try to argue but Breakdown pretty quickly quiets them down, reminding them of an unexplained "deal" that they struck that meant they had to help Breakdown out.

For various reasons (that I can't explain because the magic wand of plot contrivance hasnt produced anything et) Bumblebee accepts against his better judgement (actually its probably because the base still poses dangers. rogue automatic security measures and all that), but makes it clear to Breakdown that anything the Con Bros get up to is Breakdowns responsibility and that he won't hesitate to strike back if they pull anything. Breakdown agrees to the terms and the groups heads into the base.

After some fun actiony stuff featuring the teamed up groups getting past security, they eventually make it to the core server where all the memory storage is. Hashtag, or Nightshade (becuase the Terrans should be there. They're the main characters darn it) manage to access the information and find that it contains, amongst a lot of other things, a complete list of all the known Cybertronians on earth. Both Autobot AND Decepticon. And what GHOST knew about their abilities, whereabouts, status post war etc.

This is, needless to say, kind of a big deal.

Theres a bit of a scuffle as Breakdown and the Con Bros and Bumblebees team have a disagreement of what to do with the information. Bumblebee doesnt trust Swindle and Hardtop at all, so Breakdown asks that he be allowed to see the information without the two Con Bros present. Bumblebee admits that while he WANTS to trust Breakdown, the fact that he's still technically a Decepticon makes it impossible for him to just handover incriminating information about the autobots who might still be in hiding. Breakdown argues he could say the same thing.

Eventually the two agree that Breakdown will be allowed to come and see the information, but only if he comes alone. No Con Bros or anyone else. At a time and place Bumblebee specifies. With both Optimus AND Megatron present.

Breakdown isn't thrilled at the idea of being so disadvantaged, and makes an attempt at appealing to his and Bumblebees old friendship. In the end though, he accepts the conditions. Which surprises Bumblebee prompting him to ask Breakdown why he wants to see the information so badly. Breakdown vaguely answers that there are certain Cons he knew during the war whose fate he'd like to know, and leaves with the Con Bros.

Once out of earshot the Con Bros make their displeasure with Breakdowns decision known and threaten to relegate on their deal. Breakdown becomes a lot more intimidating and makes it clear that they're perfectly free to leave and can even take the parts they found with them. Of course that'd mean they'd be left constructing a new arm compatible with Hardtops Cybertronian body and figuring out how to safely attach it without frying Hardtops circuits. Meanwhile he, Breakdown, would have no issue at all going to his old pal Bumblebee and making a new deal with him and the Autobots to get what HE wants. He'd even have information about Swindle and Hardtop to buy admission into the Autobots.

In his own mind Breakdown knows such information is flimsy and wouldnt be enough to get him into the Autobot ranks. But its enough to scare the Con Bros into compliance.

With them placated Breakdown drops the intimidating air a bit and reassures them that he's fully intending to keep up his end of their bargain by finding them an expert who can reattach a new arm for Hardtop. All they have to do is continue giving him a hand when he needs it.

With that they all leave the base with Hardtop asking Swindle under his breath if he thinks Breakdown actually knows such a person, and Swindle answers that even if he doesn't and hes just leading them on they have the advantage over Breakdown in terms of numbers. At bare minimum they'll follow his lead long enough to get all the parts they need and can always ditch him if they get tired of the 'partnership'.

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jjtheclown555 · 1 year

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Hey QT, this is fayiif on my alt 😍 since it wont let me request from my main. If our blogs follow the same request rules then I'd like to request a !MermaidJouno x !PirateReader xx Drabbles of fanfic, I don't mind! Have fun, excited 2 see what U make 💙

Stolen Coins and a Tail

tw. your pirate crew treats you like shit tbh

content. you're counting gold pieces after your crew finds treasure when a mermaid appears all of a sudden in the water

pairings. mermaid!jouno x pirate!reader

word count. 1.7k words

a/n. jouno is highkey ooc and i wrote this rlly fast so its not spellchecked but hey whatre u gonna do?? also everyone check out @fayiif bc shes writing mermaid au fics too!!

As per usual, after finding every treasure, you were left counting and calculating every item and their worth. Your captain had found just about any reason to keep you from showing off your skills and capabilities, busying you by having you count the gold coins and various items being one of them. You had found something with a worn down label that you could barely make out as, “Game Boy.” You didn’t know what it was, only that it would be worth a hefty penny back on land. You count every gold piece of the thousands the crew had conquered, boring yourself.

“1, 2…” You mutter counting up another 10-coin pile. As you look at the large pile of gold you still hadn’t finished counting, you realize that given you were already over 1000 coins and you weren’t close to done. Upon this realization, you reach over to the pile, grabbing a small pile of coins to sort out, slipping some down your sleeve to keep as payment for this service.

You stole a few coins every time you did this, keeping them in a little box in your barracks under your bedding for when you returned to land. Part of it was the payment the captain refused to give you and another part was a slight revenge. When your ship would inevitably be hijacked, the captain would lose everything—all his goods stashed away in his office as apparently to thieves as you could imagine—while you would still have your little stash of a few hundred coins under your bedding. Part of you was thrilled for that day, in hopes the other pirates would see your strengths or at least take pity on you and allow you to join their crew.

Unfortunately, the cruelty of your captain wasn’t lost of you when he steps over, knotted black beard waving in your face, much to your irritation. You pull a fake smile, asking what he needed today and praying he didn’t notice what you had done. “Well, I was just wondering how the counting was going!” He says, jovial tone as if you don’t know why he assigned you this job, how he was scared of you getting too skilled and taking over, how he wanted to keep you soft and sweet so you wouldn’t ever use your talents to take him out.

You tell him the items your found and how much gold you had counted out. While telling him your estimates on how much each item would go for, you are interrupted by a crewmate shouting, “There’s something in the water!” He runs off in the middle of your sentence, not a single apology as he looks over to see a tail flick in the water.

You rush up to see what had happened, staring at the mermaid, short white hair with red tips, eyes shut as he feels around the boat. He tunes into the voices shouting, the ale swishing in cups, and even the confident heartbeats that could only belong to pirates. You watch as his face morphs into a realization, his mouth tightening and features scrunching as he attempts to swim away. Unfortunately, he hears a net fly out where he was attempting to swim, causing his to try his best to reroute.

You try to reason with the crew, to let the mermaid leave when one member, a man who had it out for you since day one shouts, “How about we throw Y/N into the water and let the mermaid keep her?” You recoil out of disgust, his croaky voice creeping under your skin. You think he’s joking until him and a few of his friends begin to shout, “Throw them! Throw them!” over and over. You tell them to shut up, calling them immature when the rest of the crew begins chanting along with them.

“Throw them!” Their voices echo, screeching in your ears.

“Throw them!” You can feel the boat shake with the cheers to be rid of you.

“Throw them!” Each voice muddles together until you don’t know who’s who.

“Throw them!” You hear one final time before you tune it out when the captain picks you up, carrying you to the edge of the plank. You kick and scream nearly freeing yourself multiple times until you’re at the very end of the plank and you hear the captain say, “Fine, I’ll let you go,” before dropping you into the ice-cold water below.

The last thing you see before shutting your eyes is the same mermaid rushing over to where you’re falling. You feel yourself sink into the water, accepting your fate. You would never be saved, you’d never get away, you had no one but this crew of pirates that didn’t care what would happen to you so long as it made you miserable. You stop fighting it, you don’t try to swim up, you don’t try to hold your breath. You just open your mouth and let the water begin to fill your lungs.

That is until the mermaid from before pulls you out of the water, he drags you along as you cough the water out of your lungs, not paying the slightest attention to your state. He simply drags you to a nearby island, one you recognized from the maps. An uncharted island with the infamous Amantes Lake, a place swarming with sirens. You assume this is where he came from, thinking carefully as he places you on land. He stares at you in soaking clothes and hair as wet as can be. You know you looked like a mess but it was rude to stare.

He looks for a few more moments, observing you with a curious stare before he reaches over, placing a few gold coins in your lap. “Those fell out of your sleeve.” Is all he says before he swims off, disappearing into the water. You smile at the coins. It isn’t much but it is enough to get back home if a sailor comes by for research. You think of the mermaid that had saved you. While they existed, it was rare for male mermaids to be seen above water. Women were typically the ones spotted, men are presumed to stay beneath the waters surface to find food and take care of the cove while women were thought to keep others in their species safe from sailors.

It was odd, you assumed it was a rare occasion, maybe due to his clearly poor eyesight, but still, you appreciated him saving you. You were a little upset you couldn’t at least thank him but there’s not much you can change about that. All you can do is stand up, still a bit wobbly and try to look for wood to burn. As you wander, finishing setting up a fire after a few minutes you notice a familiar hed of white hair rise from the sea, heading in your direction. You walk over to the edge and he tosses some fish onto the land. “Food.”

You laugh, “I can see that, thank you.” You respond with a hum, bringing the fish to the fire to cook.

He apologizes. “Sorry, I’m just a little tired from those pirates.”

“You and me both,” You chuckle, beginning to cook the fish, ”At least you haven’t had to be tired of them for the past 2 years straight.” You say, thinking of every rude comment, threat, loud night time drinks where you’d get yelled at if a single one of them saw you.

He snickers, “They’d all be dead if I did.”

“Kill them anyways?” You say, tone quirking into a question. You smirk, giggling as he slinks away in an instance.

He throws his head back to think before pulling closer to your place on the land. “No. I wouldn’t do that for you, you’re almost as annoying as the people I work with.” He states, a twinge of his eyebrow showing an intense disdain. Whether it’s for you or his coworkers, you don’t know.

“Oh, are your co-workers at your nine to five job annoying?”

“Not as annoying as your co-workers on that boat.” He says and you kick at him, “Also, I don’t work a nine to five.”

You ask what his job is then. At first he says he can’t divulge but after a little badgering and a few empty threats from each of you, he begins to explain. “I protect Atlantis from humans, keeping it a safe haven for beings like me.” He goes on, explaining his job which leads you to ask if that’s why he was by your ship. “Yes. You were getting too close to our territory so I was sent to divert you. What I wasn’t told is that you were pirates, the worst kind of sailors. I was just supposed to distract them and get away when everyone else arrived to deal with it but no, you had to get in the way and cause problems for me so now they might be on their way.”

You squint at him, “Sorry that I was thrown off my own ship and have almost no way of getting home.” You take the fish off the fire and start eating, finishing your bite and saying, “My bad.”

Your sarcasm isn’t lost on him and he responds in turn, “It’s okay, I forgive you.” THis causes you to scoff, irritated by him. Who knew mythical creatures would be assholes just like humans. “Look, you can just stay on this island. I’ll bring you food and make sure the sirens don’t fuck with you. If you couldn’t save yourself from getting thrown off a boat by one measly human, You couldn’t possibly be a threat.”

“Or is that what I want you to think and this is my plan to get to Atlantis?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.” You say pausing for a moment. He goes to swim back down and you stop him, “Thank you, by the way. I don’t really have any other options unless a sailor happens to find me here, which is unlikely since almost no one will come here, let alone make it out alive.”

He smiles a little, “I would say it’s no problem, but it will be a hassle.” He mutters and you toss a rock at him, telling him to shut up through a laugh. He swims off, returning everyday to give you food, whatever items he finds thrown into the sea, and providing you some company on your long days. It’s lonely, and he’s not exactly the nicest company, but he’s kind and he is better than nothing.

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eilinelsghost · 2 months

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ooh could you do a perspective flip for that one atandil flashback where finrod stumbles upon Finarfin and Olwë having A Talk? ty!!!

For this fic-specific ask game. Still happily taking these if anyone has more to send.

Absolutely! It's more of a rough draft than I usually do for Atandil, but here you go...

(Original scene can be found in Here in Our Frailty, part 6 of the Atandil series)

Arafinwë’s fingers fidgeted over the crest rail before him. It was carved to mimic the lithe seabeasts who roamed the waters, their supple scales twisting beneath his touch. They steadied him, these intricate patterns. It calmed him to follow their trail across the wood.

“The hints are no longer whispers—they are now open council in Tirion’s square. Thy people have hearkened too closely and they grow restless, Arafinwë.” Olwë’s voice was tight. “Thou hast no wish to see it, I know.”

Arafinwë looked up in protest, but the words faltered upon his tongue. It was not a baseless observation. Olwë knew him better than most and it did not take an especial closeness to deduce intent from his avoidance of the white city. Indeed he had no wish either to see the strife or be drawn into its tendrils.

“But we know it even here,” the lord of Alqualondë continued over the other’s dismissive snort, “more markedly perhaps than do thine own folk who have accustomed themselves by degrees, while we are met with the fresh shock of it at every encounter. There is danger in this disquiet.”

“I am not blind to it, atta.”

“Art thou not? My daughter has told me more yet of what she heard rumored in Tirion.”

Arafinwë flinched at this and ran his hand over the spiked back of a sea serpent.

“Of the hildor.”

“The Aftercomers.” He let his palm press against the spikes. The sharp bite of their points counterbalanced the trepidation that rose when the Secondborn were named. It had been from Findekáno that he heard the rumor first, a half-jesting quip that lodged uneasily in his breast and settled ever deeper as the days drew on. It was more than discomfort, it was a conviction, heavy and sure. Arafinwë rarely knew the sharp instances of foresight that his wife described, blinding strikes amid the day’s activity or the night’s rest, but there in his brother’s gardens he had felt a creeping fear rise about the edges of his mind. Some ill there was that awaited here.

“Is this a true whisper or but the further spite of thy kin?”

“I know not.” He released his grip on the sea serpent and looked in fascination at the indentations left along his flesh. “It must be true, I deem, at least in part, for the Valar deny it not. Though I cannot believe such malice is in their nature, to keep us here from jealousy or avarice. If we are to relinquish Endórë to the Secondborn Children, then surely it is by the will of the One and no petty contempt.” It was an appeal, he realized as he spoke it aloud, and it was only with an effort that he kept the desperation from his voice. “Besides,” he added, and attempted a dismissive shrug, “what use have we for the shadows? Let the little race have Endórë—here we dwell in the Light.”

”Nay,” Olwë raised his hand reassuringly. “Save thy persuasion for thy father’s court. I entertain no belief that the Lords of the West would disinherit any of the Eruhín. But be wary, Arafinwë, lest thou scorn overmuch what thou knowest not. Long I lingered in those lands thou hast dismissed as darkness, and greatly did we love them. They are great and beautiful yet, despite—“

He broke off as his eyes drifted the door and Arafinwë turned in reflex to follow his gaze. His breath caught with a sharp hiss as he saw his son at the door, lingering a half step outside the threshold with avid curiosity writ upon every feature. He was attired for the evening’s meal, simply as was his wont among his mother’s people, the only adornment a strand of pearls braided into his hair.

No, there was one other. There had been a brief flash of silver as he shifted in the archway and Arafinwë whitened as he spied the source—even Findaráto carried a blade. A small thing, in truth, a knife more suited to trimming parchment than to wielding with ill intent, but a blade it was nonetheless. And his son wore it tucked into his belt and not set upon a table of study.

“Findaráto!” Arafinwë’s voice was uncharacteristically sharp, rebuke spilling out from his fear. “Hie hence! It is beneath thy blood to listen at doorways.”

Thanks so much for the ask! This was really fun to dig into a bit more.

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jennaissantes · 1 year

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footnote — p.sh

SYPNOSIS: Sunghoon was your best friend. You were his best friend. You love sunghoon. He loves you too, just not quite the same way. You know that you'll never be able to take the place she has.

or:: where falling in love with your best friend is the worst situation you could fall into. especially when hes got his eye set on another girl.

PAIRING: besf!sunghoon x besf!fem!reader [features some of the other enhypen members]

GENRE: angst,.. unrequited love

WARNINGS: sunghoon kinda leads the reader on for a while..... hes a bit of an asshole at that part. its a bittersweet ending tho like &

MUSIC: listen to footnote by conan gray

WORD COUNT: 3K.....haha remember how i said it wont go over 1k... yeah same...

NOTE: hi so i recovered my fic 😰 i love this one so much so im reposting it THANK GOD i still had it in my docs. love u guys mua happy reading!!

extra note!!: the way i depict sunghoon in this fic is purely imaginative and i am not saying in any way that he is actually like this so do say weird shit. also his character is a bit of an asshole….but high schoolers happen to be like that now. ugh.

i. i remember thinking how pretty you looked in the moonlight

You don't remember when you realized you liked Sunghoon first. You guys had always been friends, having gone to the same school since pre school. High school Sunghoon was a lot different than elementary and middle school Sunghoon.

You remember how loud and cute he used to be in first grade. You remember the first time he hugged you in front of the whole class because you had to leave half-day to visit the doctor. You remember how he used to barely care about anything else other than playing around with his friends.

Those were just memories now.

You loved your conversations with him on instagram, but there were times you wished that he'd talk to you in school too. Then you thought that maybe he just wasn't comfortable with talking to people much.

By the time you reached high school, the two of you had become the best of friends. It took a while for him to come out of his shell but eventually he did. It went from shy ‘good mornings' to the most unfunny jokes he'd crack when he saw you.

You don’t remember when exactly you realized that you liked him. You just knew it somewhere in your heart that you liked him a lot more than as just a friend.

You knew it was wrong. You shouldn't be feeling this way about someone who was just your best friend. But you couldn't help it.

He wasn't the best person when you’d both just become friends. He’d often make sexist comments, but you waved it off as an immature boy's thoughts. Once it got too much though, you'd given him a good scolding and ignored him for a while. That set him straight. He became a much nicer person after that. (‘Weird’, you thought. ‘Why didn't he listen to his other girl friend when she said the same thing?’)

ii. i told you i liked you, you said sober up.

“You like who?” Your friend, Isa’s eyes are as big as saucers. You regret telling her the moment you did.

You hide your face in your hands. “Yeah go ahead, say it even louder so the people at the back can hear you too.”

She grins at you apologetically, “Sorry about that. But why him? He’s like the last person a girl would like.” You raise an eyebrow at her “Half the girls in our grade used to obsess over him and youre saying this?”

“Point taken.”

You groan into your hands ``Why is this so hard oh god. Did I have to fall for him, out of all the people I would have liked.”

“Fall for who?”

You hear the familiar voice and look up to see Sunghoon and his other best friend, Jake (“Oh so you’ve replaced me now I see Hoon” “Please shut your mouth”)

You widen your eyes in panic. “Uh NO ONE. Pshh we were just joking around Hoon.” You see Isa smirking at you and glare at her. Sunghoon rolls his eyes, sitting down next to you and opening his lunch.

“I'm gonna find out sooner or later anyways so you should just tell me who this little crush is about.” He nudges you with his shoulder.

“No, I'd rather eat Jake's terrible pies.”

“Hey!”

iii. we’re perfect together but ill never be.

If you regretted telling Isa when you told her, you regretted it a lot more now.

You thought you'd be able to trust her with the secret, not having told anyone else. All that goes to shit when you find out that she not only told sunghoon, but also lied to your face.

You always had a pretty rocky friendship with her, and Sunghoon had already told you many times that he didn't trust her, but you’d ignore his words.

When you find out that she had told him, you were absolutely sure that hed never talk to you again, that you had officially, royally fucked up your friendship with him.

Isa was hanging out at your house when she left her phone out near you to go to the washroom, unlocked and in hers and Sunghoons chats. You really didn't care about what was on her phone and didn’t even want to pry, but a certain message caught your eye.

sunghoon: i think i'm gonna be nicer to her now that i know this

sunghoon: but like not in a way i lead her on

sunghoon: she's still my best friend yk

What the hell.

You opened the chat.

It was wrong of you to pry but you had a bad history with most of the girls in your class and they’d constantly bully you and lie to you, so you thought she was telling him shit about you.

Then you find out that she had told him everything about your crush on him and the two of them had talked about it in detail, even going to the length of planning how he'd act around you now.

‘Why would she tell him? I thought I could trust her with this.’ You thought. On top of it, you were so confused. What did he mean by he was going to be nicer to you since he knows? Was it going to be out of pity?

The last thing you wanted was to be like this.

You wanted to cry.

You remember telling her that she should leave, cooking up some random excuse. You don't really think she believed you but you promised you’d explain to her later on.

So he knows.

Now what? Is it gonna be awkward in school? What’s gonna happen?

You hated that you liked him.

iv. they think we’re together

Much to your surprise, he didn't make it awkward. Nor did he tell anyone else, promising to keep it just between the three of you.

He didnt even confront you about it, deciding against making you feel bad, since h truly cared about you.

He was actually nicer than before. A bit too nice.

Sunghoon usually never talked to many girls, or at least he thought most of them were bitchy. So him being your best friend was pretty much news to a lot of people.

There were already enough rumors that you and him were so close. To make it worse, the next day at school, during a free period, you, him and your small group of friends decided to have a pen fight.

It went really well and he was sitting opposite to you, your knees almost touching since you were sitting opposite on the same desk.

When you almost lost, he tried to say that you didn’t die and that your pen was still in the boundary so it didn't count and even went so far, claiming it as ‘Women's rights guys’. Your friend started making fun of you (“Yeah for sure.”)

You were even more surprised when he got up and walked over to your side, for his turn, leaning over your shoulder to hit his pen. You remember holding your breath in because he was so close to you.

This, obviously, did not go unnoticed by the other girls in the class. It was uncommon to see something like that.

You thought he was just teasing you like he normally did. But deep down you knew that he had never done something like that with you. Both of you always knew your limits and where to draw them when it came to terms of your friendship. But this was not normal.

You also thought that it would be a one time thing.

The next day, during your language class, he asked you to sit next to him when there was no other space. You would've taken a chair and put it next to one of your girl friends, but he insisted on making you sit next to him.

That wasn't all.

After a while, when everyone was fidgeting around and just talking, he noticed a sharpie and turned to you.

“Can you draw on my hand?”

What.

“What? Why?” you were clearly surprised. Sunghoon had never asked something like that to you, or any other girl for that matter. He just wasn't that type of person.

“Why not?” he fires back. You roll your eyes. “Fine. What do you want me to draw?”

“That weird skeleton thingy.”

“What the hell Sunghoon thats so emo.”

“Shutup and just draw it.”

When you imagined holding hands with Sunghoon, holding it while drawing on his hand is not what you had in mind.

You could tell he was a bit nervous too, by the way his hand was shaking slightly (which didnt make it any easier for you.)

“Stop shaking so much.” you whispered. “Sorry. I just can't help it.” He said.

You gulped back your emotions and tried to focus on the drawing, which wasnt really coming out expertly.

“Hoon c’mon I dont even know how to draw it properly. See, it looks like shit.” You hold up his hand to show him what youd drawn.

He wanted to laugh at it but he didnt. “Okay then ask someone to teach you how to draw it.”

There was only one person you knew who could draw said skeleton.

Isa.

“Hey Isa. You know how to draw this right? Teach Y/N how to do it too.” He called out to her. She raised her eyebrows. “But I'm not that great at it though.”

“Better than me for sure. Wait, why can't you just ask her to do it for you?” you ask your best friend.

“No you do it for me.”

V. every line i would write for you

This wasnt good.

Oh no this was nowhere near good.

Since when was Sunghoon this cute?

Your best friend usually went home by the bus since there was one that went directly to his neighbourhood. While you, on the other hand, went home by the subway. You could go by the bus, but it would take a while longer to reach home, and your mom always wanted you home by the earliest.

But there were a few days where you took an exception.

You were currently on the sub, texting Sunghoon.

gaeuls dad: so ur coming by bus tmrw right

you: i'll think abt it. depends on how quick mom wants me home

gaeuls dad: idc. js come w me tmrw

you: no

gaeuls dad: nooooo plsplsplspls

you: why cant u just ask dahyun to go with u? doesn't she always go the same way as you?

gaeuls dad: yeah but u also come

you: fine ill see (gaeuls dad liked this message)

Dahyun was a common friend of your boths, and a junior. You loved talking to her. You were very aware of Sunghoons and Dahyuns friendship. You knew that they texted a lot and Sunghoon didnt usually talk to younger girls. You didnt really think much of it, way too bothered by your own feelings for him.

Was he leading you on? There is no way he likes you as anything more than as just a friend. But then what were all of these mixed signals? All the subtly flirty texts and the weird behaviour in school?

Chances of him liking you back were small but not impossible. You knew you were giving yourself false hope by thinking that way. You needed to talk to someone about it.

“I personally think he might like you back.” was what Isa had told when you told her everything. You could only talk to her about it since nobody else knew about it.

“Now that he knows, he’ll start thinking of you more often, and maybe he needs some time to realize that he might like you back. Don't lose hope, okay?”

“Ill try not to. I just really don't understand what he's doing.”

Isa nodded her head in understanding,”I know you must be super confused right now. But don't worry, it'll be okay. At least you guys are still best friends! You thought you wouldn't even be his friend if he knew right?” She had a point.

You were more than sure that he'd cut off his friendship with you if he knew that you had romantic feelings for him. But he hadnt.

Maybe she was right.

Maybe there was a small chance for you.

vi. so ill stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship

There was no chance for you.

Just when you thought that things might be escalating for the two of you, you realized that it wasnt.

He talked to Dahyun way too often for your liking.

You had nothing against her, she was a really nice friend and you really did love her, but there was always that feeling of…resentment against her. Why couldn't it have been you?

What were you lacking? Was it your looks? Your body? Your personality?

What you thought was just a small crush on your best friend, turned out to be something much more, making you question yourself and your insecurities.

You hated the feeling.

You hated seeing their texts on her story. You hated the realization that maybe he hadnt really meant all those signals. You hated how he made you feel how you felt.

You wanted to be happy and cheerful whenever they'd send you something they had already sent to each other first, but your heart always tore a little more, everytime you did.

You hated the feeling of being the second option.

Why, just why couldn't it have been you?

You wanted to scream at him, tell him that you were there first, you had always been his friend, since childhood. She had just entered his life.

You also knew that he wouldn't ask her out.

Which angered you even more.

You don't know why, but it hurt more to just see them like each other; or rather see him slowly fall for her.

Truth be told, you didn't even know if he actually liked her either, but it looked that way for sure.

You tried to move on, you really did. You tried to ignore his messages and calls, tried to leave him on read and delivered for days, but your heart always found a way to go back to him.

You remember crying yourself to sleep for a few days because you had never felt so much love for one person ever before as you did right now.

And they didn't love you back.

He didnt love you back.

vii. its just like the novels

Sunghoon was in a state of dilemma.

Ever since he had gotten to know about your crush on him, he had no idea what to do.

You were constantly on his mind.

He would’ve told you that he liked you too, but he didnt see himself as worthy of being with someon like you. You always looked after him and you were always there for him.

He would do anything for you.

Anything but tell you that he wants you.

As much as he wanted you, he couldnt have you.

So he settled for Dahyun.

With Dahyun, he didnt have to think about anything, he could just be. And he liked that. He liked not having to worry about the whole thing.

What he hadn’t thought about was how hurt youd be if you found out that he and Dahyun were dating.

viii. you taught me a lesson, love isnt precious

Sunghoon and Dahyun were dating.

The news spread like wildfire, throughout the whole school. You couldn’t say you weren’t surprised. But that didnt make it hurt any less.

When you thought that your heart could finally do you no more damage, it got worse.

You couldnt bring yourself to look at him. When Dahyun texted you the news, you had left her on read, causing her to send a string of messages asking you what had happened and whether you were okay.

Damn you for being so nice and likeable Dahyun.

You knew you needed time away from them both. As much as it hurt, it had to be done.

So you stopped talking to him, and lost your best friend in the process.

i. but a footnote will do.

The last year of highschool.

You had not quite recovered yet, despite it being a year since they started dating.

Sunghoon and Dahyun were still together, and you knew you were out of the picture. Not entirely. You just wouldnt be the one standing next to him in all his big moments anymore. You wouldn’t be the one hugging him on his bad days, you wouldnt be the one laughing with him at his terrible jokes.

You wouldn’t be the one giving him all the love he needed.

Love is a bitch, you find out in your last year of highschool.

So you’ll just take a footnote in his life.

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Lovers and friends

Summary: From friends to lovers all thanks to Obi-wan ;)

Parings: Anakin Skywalker x reader

Word count:3,594

A/n:Thought of this one out of the blue last night while watching clone wars and I had to get it down before it left my mind! Fair warning I will be spam posting fics very soon so you might see a lot of me unlike this past week lol! Thank you guys for reading hope you like it!xx

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To say you were nervous was the biggest understatement of your life.

Anakin had asked you to meet him in his room because he had something very ‘Important’ to tell you that he’d been hiding for quite some time.

Your heart jumped as soon as he said those words.

He was your bestfriend and you don't know when it happened but you began to see him as more.

Scared of what your feelings would do, you kept them hidden in fear of rejection.

This was almost 4 years ago and now you were on your way to his room too scared to allow yourself to hope he was actually going to confess he felt the same.

Standing in front of his door you fixed yourself a little before knocking.

“Hey there babycakes come in, quick.” he said, pulling you in and shutting the door.

The stupid nicknames he gave you never failed to make you smile.

“So what is it that you’ve been hiding from me for months? I'm insulted by the way.” you said jokingly really your heart was pounding.

“ I‘ll tell you but swear to me you wont tell a soul.” he said in a serious tone.

Dropping your smile you looked at him and took his hand, “Ani when have I ever betrayed you.” you said looking into his eyes.

Smiling at you once more he felt relieved, “Well, I know it's not allowed by the Jedi order to have attachments but,” he paused and your heart was about to burst in happiness, this was it.

“Padme and I , we’re together now, we have been for some months actually.” he finished smiling, watching you for any signs of a reaction.

You stayed still as you felt your heart break into a million pieces, if you hadn't known how to hide your feelings so well you might have lost it then and there.

“Y/n? Say something please?” he asked after a while.

“ I uh I don't know what to say,” you paused trying to put on your best front for him.

“Aren't you at least happy for us?” he asked, worried you’d turn against him.

Us. And there it was the missing piece to the blade he’d stabbed into your heart.

It wasn't Anakin and y/n ‘Us’, it was Padme and Anakin ‘Us.’

You felt extremely sick and needed to get out of there and far away from him.

“Of course, your happiness makes me happy Anakin, don't worry your secret's safe with me.” you said pulling your hands away from him and bee lining it for the door.

“Where are you going? It's Friday, Breakfast at Barbs?” he asked as he tried to take your hand once more but you quickly dodged it.

“Gonna need a rain check, Yoda asked to see me before coming here. Bye Anakin.” you said quickly before walking out.

Saddened by your rejection of your tradition Anakin let you go not knowing what to do with himself, you never rainchecked him.

As soon as you were out of sight you ran, hand covering your mouth to hold in your sobs until you reached your room where you were finally able to let it all out.

For the rest of the day Anakin hoped to ‘bump’ into you and talk but to no avail he found you nowhere.

He wouldn't have either way, you spent the rest of the day trying to piece your heart back together as best you could before you had to come out of your room.

Deciding to do some meditation you allowed the light to embrace you feeling its warmth and just for a second you forgot about the day you thought would be one of the best but actually turned out to be the worst.

Sighing, you opened your eyes.

It was no use it all came back as soon as you opened your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on your door.

“Y/n it's me, Obi-wan.” Obi-wan said quickly you relax.

Opening the door you hoped your puffy face didn't give anything away.

Taking in your sad features his heart went out to you.

“Good evening master, how can I help you?” you said making him smile, even in your lowest moments you were still respectful.

“ I just wanted to check on you, something strange happened today and it worried me.” he said nodding, asking if he could come in.

Stepping aside you let him in, “Is everything alright Master?” you asked worriedly. Missing a day sometimes meant a lot more than expected.

“Not to worry Y/n, the council is fine, it's Anakin I ‘m worried about.” he said as he took a seat out on your balcony he wanted you to get some fresh air.

“Anakin?” you asked confused.

“He asked me if I‘d seen you today, usually you two are attached by the hip. Is there something going on?” he asked with concern evident on his face.

Sighing you looked down, “Just didn't feel like myself is all, I ‘ll be back tomorrow master.” you said.

“Y/n, I came here as a friend not a master, what did he do?” he asked and finally your character broke.

“It’s me Obi, it’s my fault I fell for him and I can't pull myself back up anymore.” you said burying your face in your hands.

“ I know Y/n, I‘ve always known.” he said smiling softly, he had always imagined you and Anakin ending up together.

He saw the way you looked at him, but the way he looked at you was even more intense so when he saw your sadness he was confused.

“Well, he doesn't feel the same way he made it very clear today.” you said looking down at your hands.

Sighing Obi-wan wanted to know more but decided he had already pushed you enough.

“Well, if I can help you feel better in any way you let me know, I want to help you Y/n, you may not be my Padawan but you are my friend.” he said as he took your hand.

Holding onto his hand you looked him in the eyes and hoped he’d agree, “ Keep him busy and away from me, please?” you saw hesitation in his eyes.

“At Least until I can overcome this, have my back?” you asked again.

Finally he agreed, he didn't know how he’d get his stubborn Padawan to listen but he’d try for you.

“ I will do my best, Y/n but please do come to me if you need a shoulder to lean on. I am always here.” he said smiling at you one last time before leaving your room.

His words brought you a bit of peace and hope that tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, all you had to do was get through the day.

Anakin woke up bright and early hoping he could sneak you away for the day and spend time together since he missed you yesterday.

Just as he was about to head in your direction he stopped, “Anakin there you are, walk with me.” Obi-wan said, walking in the opposite direction.

Sighing, Anakin stood in place, “Um master, actually I was hoping I could find Y/n?” he said hoping he’d give him a break.

“No need Anakin, she's gone.” Obi-wan said as he continued to walk knowing Anakin was now following him.

“G-gone? Where did she go? Is she alright we need to go get her.” he said immediately walking towards the landing bay worried about your wellbeing.

Smiling Obi-wan chuckled, how could he not realize his feelings?

“It's alright Anakin she’s fine and on a mission with Plo Koon they won't be back anytime soon.” he said as he watched Anakin's face shift from worry to disappointment.

“Oh, well alright, any date of return?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

“Maybe a week or so depends on how the mission proceeds.” Obi-wan said as he began to walk again.

Anakin felt a pit in his stomach, a week? You’d never been apart for that long before it was already driving him insane.

“Everything alright Anakin?” Obi-wan asked as he watched him begin to fidget with his cloak.

“Yes, Master it's just we were supposed to go to Barbs yesterday but we didn't and I thought we would do that today is all I ‘m sure everythings fine.” he said with a small smile.

Obi-wan felt terrible for keeping him away from you, but if it's what you wanted, he’d try.

Over the course of the week Anakin sent you messages to which you replied with one worded answers, occasionally two.

He began seeing Padme less and less and when he did all he did was talk about how you’d become so distant.

He spent more time sulking in the temple zoning out on your empty seat during mission briefings and meditations with the council.

He missed his silly best friend that never hesitated to make him smile, up until this point you hadn't answered not one of his calls.

He missed your voice.

The way you’d smile at his side comments during briefings, how you got excited for him everytime he was in the good graces of the council.

Overall, he missed the way you understood him, everyone saw him as an arrogant asshole who got privileges because he was brought in as the ‘chosen one.’

But not you, you saw him as Anakin and he loved you for it.

Suddenly he froze, he hadn't ever dared to have said it outloud.

Afraid of rejection and losing you all together he hid his feelings and tried to fall for Padme, she was beautiful, kind and had endless good qualities.

And for a second he thought it could work.

Now he didn't know so much, all he knew was that he needed you back by his side. He was losing his mind.

Deciding to see if his master had any good news for him he went to the briefing room where the council had been speaking to Plo Koon and possibly you.

Walking in he searched for his master but was quickly distracted when his eyes met your hologram figure.

“Y/n!” he said, excited he finally got to see you.

You looked beautiful and he knew the hologram didn't do your beauty any justice.

Looking over your shoulder you turned around and smiled, “Hey Skywalker, glad you could join us.” you said honestly.

Even though you’d asked for space you still missed him, it was nice to see him happy.

For a second you thought, He was happy because of Padme not you.

Cringing at the thought you turned back around and continued listening to Master Koon.

Just as the meeting was about to end you gave Anakin one last glance as you ended the call quickly before he could get another word in.

Sighing Anakin felt defeated, he wished he had more time.

“Everything alright Anakin?” Obi-wan asked, secretly he hoped he’d finally confess his feelings and you too would finally get together but for now he’d just do his part.

“Yes, Master she looks to be doing great.” he said, she looks even more beautiful he thought to himself.

God did he long for her touch.

“ I‘d hope so, they delivered good news, they are on the way back now they should be back soon.” Obi-wan said, smiling as his dear friend pirked up and smiled again.

“Really? Well that's wonderful, Barbs is waiting for us.” he said excitedly finally he was getting you back.

That night Padme called him and to no avail the conversation almost instantly turned about you annoying her once more.

“Ani, is there ever anything else you want to talk about?” she asked over this conversation.

“What? No, she's my best friend and I haven't seen her in a long time.” he said defensively.

“You haven't seen me for even longer, don't you miss me too?” she asked, starting to sound annoyed.

“Of course I do, but Obi-wans been keeping me busy and Y/n has actually been away and we haven't spoken. I miss my best friend.” he admitted.

“You are unbelievable Anakin, I'm your girlfriend! Treat me like it for once.” she exclaimed.

“Padme-” he began but before he got further she cut him off.

“I've had enough Anakin, I don't know what changed but you need to make a choice. Me or her.” Padme demanded.

“Tomorrow if you don't meet me at my place for dinner then I ‘ll know.” she said before she hung up.

Sighing, Anakin laid in his bed and contemplated how he got to this point.

He sent out one last text before getting ready for bed.

Anicakes: Goodnight babycakes, hope I wake up to that pretty smile tomorrow :)

Just as he was trying to get comfortable he heard a notification ding causing him to almost jump out of bed.

Babycakes: In your dreams Skywalker, Goodnight ;)

Smiling, he laid back on his bed and read the message over and over again, finally.

That night Anakin felt like he got the best sleep of his life after finally feeling like he had some part of you back.

Waking up he got ready as fast as he could and made sure he looked his best before you.

Padme's words did cross his mind for a split second before he walked out the door and on his way to find you.

Turning a corner Anakin froze in place when he saw you speaking to Master windu.

Smiling widely he noticed you were sunkissed and radiant all over, just beautiful.

As he was preparing to beeline his way towards you he was interrupted by his Master.

Frowning in confusion he turned to Obi-wan, “Anakin you are up early today, looks like we have time for some training, with me.” he said, beginning to walk away.

Internally cursing himself Anakin followed behind his Master looking back one last time to meet eyes with you.

Sending him a small smile you waved before you were pulled into the other direction with the rest of the council.

The small action made Anakin smile and encouraged him to wait a little longer.

After training with Obi-wan he was told there would be a debriefing on your mission so that's where he headed to next.

Looking through the numerous heads he finally found you in the crowd and smiled.

“Y/n!” he said loudly, making the entire room turn towards him and then you.

Smiling you were happy to see him, your chest still felt that painful sensation every time you got the reminder of him and Padme.

“Hey there Skywalker ooph-” you said as he practically took the air out of you when he picked you up.

You had missed his hugs so much.

Resting your head on his shoulder you smiled, the familiar warmth bringing butterflies to your stomach.

“God I missed you, babycakes don't ever leave for that long again.” he said, taking in that familiar scent whilst your touch brought chills down his spine.

Before you could answer Plo Koon began the debriefing so you went to stand behind him as you’d been chosen to join him.

Usually you would sit beside Anakin and listen to his little jokes but you still needed space.

You could feel his stare on you as you tried to focus on Plo Koon but god did he make it hard.

Thankfully it was over and you went over to speak with Obi-wan.

“Master Kenobi, would you have a moment to speak in private please?” you asked quickly before Anakin could interject.

“Of course we can speak freely in the meditation room.” he said looking around before pulling you away.

Anakin watched from a distance as Obi-wan rested his hand on your back and looked around before guiding you out of the room.

Glaring in his direction he decided to follow you both and find out what was going on.

As he followed you he began to notice Obi-wan's strange behavior when it came to you.

Not allowing Anakin to speak to you, pulling him to do stupid tasks when your were around, and now taking you to the meditation room?

He couldn't believe it, his master and his girl.

The doors closed and you were both out of his sight which angered Anakin even more.

Deciding he’d had enough Anakin stormed off and decided he’d wait for you in your room until you got back.

He needed to hear it from you first if you and Obi-wan were truly seeing each other.

It felt like hours had gone by and the sun started to set by the time you finally got back to your room.

After your conversation with Obi-wan you were pulled away by the council to be congratulated on a successful mission.

Usually you heard about these through Anakin so experiencing it first hand you couldn't be happier to be recognized by the council.

Walking back to your room you actually felt happy for once since last week.

That was until you found a moody Anakin in your room.

Quickly he used the force to close the door and lock it making you jump away from it.

“Have you been ditching me for Obi-wan? Is there something I should know, Y/n.” he said standing from your bed.

“What? Anakin Obi-wan is a member of the council and your master why would-” you tried to argue but he quickly cut you off.

“Cut the bullshit, I saw him take you away and to the meditation room. What were you two doing?” he said, standing very close to you.

Confused, you suddenly realized, “Were you following us?” you asked, slightly surprised by his actions.

If you didn't know any better you’d think he was jealous.

“Stop avoiding my question and answer me y/n what were you two doing in there?” he asked in a demanding tone.

Your hands began to shake, how were you supposed to tell him you were in there trying to piece your heart back together after he broke all the pieces.

“Do you, do you love him? Is that why?” Anakin asked in a whisper scared of what the truth could bring.

“He’s not the one I love Anakin.” you whispered, closing your eyes as you looked down avoiding his gaze as best as you could.

“Then who? Tell me you know you can talk to me.” he said, feeling his heart begin to break apart.

You loved someone.

“No Anakin actually I can't, I can’t talk to you because your with Padme and I ‘m stuck as the best friend whos hopelessly in love with you.” you finally yelled out.

“And I‘m trying, I‘m trying to get over this. I asked Obi-wan for help, that's all but you wont even let me do that.” you said walking away from him.

He froze in place taking in what you just said. You loved him.

The longer he stayed quiet the longer you’d felt you ruined what was left of your friendship.

“You should go.” you said as you played with the random objects on your desk trying to hold in the tears that threatened to fall at his rejection.

“No.” Was all he said before he turned you around and kissed you.

Anakin was kissing you.

Pulling away you looked up at him almost as if you had to make sure this was real.

“ I‘m sorry I‘m an idiot.” he said as he kissed your forehead.

“But Padme.” you said, still a little stunned.

“We broke up.” was all he said, it was well past that dinner time but even then Anakin never had a choice to make, it was always you.

“ I‘m sorry.” You said, feeling terrible.

“Don't be she saw my feelings for you before I did, she just helped me make that last jump.” he said smiling, even now you were still worried for others.

Caressing your face he pulled you in for another kiss and this time you didn't pull away.

You allowed yourself to fall into Anakin completely and hopelessly at his mercy.

Pulling away he chuckled, “You know I came here with the full intention of kicking my masters ass if he walked in here with you, this is a much better outcome though.” he said holding you tightly.

You laughed, “As entertaining as that might have been, I like this outcome too.” you said, smiling up at him.

“Let's go to bed, babycakes, tomorrow morning we’ll go to Barbs. She probably thinks we’ve gone missing or something.” he said as he pulled you to your bed.

Fixing himself to lay on your chest he held onto you tightly, “Goodnight Ani, I love you.” you whispered gently massaging the back of his neck.

Smiling to himself he never thought his heart could feel more full, “Say it again.” he said in his little demanding tone.

“ I love you.” you repeated grinning.

“Again.” he said once more, holding you even tighter than before.

“Ani you're squishing me!” you said giggling.

“That doesn't sound like an ‘ I love you’ to me.” he said smiling, running his hands up your sides knowing you were ticklish.

“ I l-love you Anikin!” You said squirming not being able to control your laughter.

“And I love you babycakes.” he whispered as he leaned in, kissing you once more before you both actually went to bed.

Anakin was happier than ever, now he had his friend and his lover all in one.

Meanwhile, Obi-wan smiled at himself as he sensed his Padawans happiness through the force.

He knew that meditation room tactic would get him going.

“Another happy ending.” he said as he decided it was time for him to call it a night too.

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