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imaginaryf1shots · 7 months

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Falling | Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

WC: 2.1K

Warnings: none

AN: Could’ve made it more angst but I was in the mood for fluff. I don’t think it’s my best work but I love it. I’m a bit tired and I wanted to post this so excuse the any mistakes.

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Charles walked into the paddock in his team’s kit, he was so out of it today for some reason. His manager was walking with him telling him everything he’ll be doing for the day, he was half listening half lost in his own thoughts. So it made perfect sense why he wouldnt see you, you were crouched down taking pictures of Lando who was posing for you.

Charles all but fell on top of you, you had just enough sense in you to move your expensive camera away from the ground. Letting a soft curse escape your lips at the impact. Charles manages to catch himself just in time not to crush you. You were on your side and Charles was on his hands and knees beside you. Lando? He was on the floor laughing, laughing at your wide and shocked eyes.

Sitting up you looked at the Ferrari driver, who was on his knees dusting his hands, making you both now sitting next to each other. It was then that Charles saw you for the first time. Your hat was on backwards so he had full access to see your face. His eyes moved all over your face taking you in, he never saw you before he’s sure of it, there's noway he’d seen you before and forgotten, your face isn’t the type to be forgotten.

“Are you okay?… You didn't hit your head did you.” It took Charles a moment to realise you were talking to him, he blinked a couple of times, and cleared his throat, Lando watched amused(He’ll be proud later on to be there when you first met). You had a smile on your face.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright, are you okay?” Charles checked you for any injuries, he got up and offered you his hand, which you gave him, your soft hand in contrast to his calloused one.

“As long as my baby is okay, I’m okay.” You said waving the camera in indication. “You know you could’ve asked for pictures if you wanted, didn’t have to run me over.”

“I uh, I’m sorry I wasn’t focused.” Charles apologised realising he never apologised.

“It’s alright.” You gave him a smile.

“Charles.” Charles braved and put his hand out for you to shake, you placed your hand back in his telling him your name, before anything else could be exchanged he was pulled away and you went back to the mini photoshoot you were doing to a still amused Lando.

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Let’s say this wasn’t the last time you saw Charles, in fact he became one of the drivers who always posed for you and let you take pictures of him, and the fans had more pictures of Charles to rate in their weekly outfit rating when it came to the drivers.

“Come on, why won’t you take pictures of me?” Charles asked following you around the paddock, you were looking through the pictures you already took of him, and there were quite the few that were perfect, in your opinion.

“Charles I literally took over 50 of you just now, I’m not a Ferrari photographer you know.” You told the monegasque driver and stopped in your tracks suddenly he almost crashed into you, again. “Look at this one, you look so good here.”

“I always look good.” He said with a scoff, you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t admit that he’s right, it’s hard to take a bad picture of him. Charles looked at the picture over your shoulder, he was standing so close to you, you felt his body heat.

“I seriously have to go.” You told the driver, after a moment, looking at your watch. stepping away from the Ferrari driver you turned to face him. “Once I’m done with Ethan I can take more pictures of you.”

“You’re going to take some of Ethan, now?” Charles frowned, his upbeat mode gone, but you didn’t really realise too focused on what you had to do.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later Charles.” Charles clenched his jaw and rolled his eyes before he left for Ferrari’s motorhome.

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you were at Ferrari’s motorhome, you were getting food from there that day, Ethan your cousin was in a meeting so you weren’t at Williams’ cafeteria. Taking your food you found the two Ferrari drivers sitting at a table, you smiled to yourself as you watched Charles talk animatedly with Carlos.

“Care if I join you?” You asked the two.

“Yeah, sit down.” Carlos said and Charles groaned with a teasing smile. You glared at the male but sat down next to him.

“It’s great to know that Ferrari has such a welcoming atmosphere.” You said to Carlos ignoring Charles.

“Yeah, this welcome is only for you.” Carlos said and gave Charles a look, the Monegasque kicked his leg under the table. Carlos smirked and shook his head. It didn’t take long before Charles started nicking food from your plate, unlike the duo you weren’t on a strict diet, your plate looked more appetising than his.

“Why are you so annoying, go get your own food.” You said after the fifth fry was stolen from your plate.

“Because annoying you is what I’m best at.” Charles smirked and stole another fry.

“Come on mate, she needs all the food she gets, running around the paddock all day.” Carlos has found himself always amused watching the both of you. Him and Lando have a standing bet on when Charles will confess, the former teammates are waiting for him to get the courage, since you seemed oblivious of Charles’ raging crush on you.

“Honestly Carlos you’re becoming my favourite Ferrari driver.” You said and quickly pulled your plate away from Charles’ attack, your eyes met in a challenge narrowing slightly. Your plate kept moving left and right as Charles’ fork kept coming back.

“How come someone so tiny can be so annoying?” Charles asked giving up on eating from your plate.

“Well I never thought an F1 driver could be stupid but here you are.” Carlos burst out laughing, you bit back a laugh as Charles blinked and stunted.

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Charles heard your laughter before he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile. When he rounded the corner his shoulders deflated and the smile on his face fell away. There you are again taking pictures of Ethan and joking around with the rookie. You’re 80% of the time just taking pictures of him, you both looked close and very comfortable with each other. You had your head thrown back in laughter as you both stood so close looking at the pictures on your camera. There’s nothing that the rookie could do that's this funny, in Charles’ opinion anyway.

“Why won’t you ask her out?” Pierre asked coming up behind his friend, he followed his sight and it fell on the female photographer. The female is well known now in the paddock and she took some crazy good photos of him and Kika last week.

“What are you talking about?” Charles acted confused and turned to walk the way he came from, Pierre followed him, determined to make his friend see reason and admit his feelings. Plus the bet money just doubled as more people also placed their bets.

“Come on now, just because she’s blind doesn’t mean the rest of us are.” Pierre said and rolled his eyes. “You’re going the wrong way.”

Charles stopped and looked around, seeing where he was and where he’s going. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know how, okay?”

“You don’t know how…” Pierre was confused.

“I-I’ve never asked a girl out before, they’ve-they’ve always been the ones to approach me first.” Charles mumbled and Pierre couldn’t help but laugh, Charles cursed his friend and went to turn away when Pierre stopped him.

“WAit, wait, just tell her you like her and want to take her out for dinner or something, it’s simple.” Pierre said getting over his laughter when he saw Charles was serious and really didn’t know how to ask you out. “Isn’t she supposed to have a mini photoshoot with you today?” ‘yeah’ “Ask her then.”

“I don’t know.” Charles mumbled.

“Think about it.” Pierre patted his back in encouragement.

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Charles thought about it, he did, but every time he got the courage and told himself to just ask you out, he remembered all the times he’s found you with Ethan, the hugs he’s seen you share after races, the hundreds upon hundreds of pictures you have of him, your professional instagram is filled with the Williams driver. It irked him how the rookie could get you, he hated it, he really did. so he decided to sulk in his driver’s room.

Charles was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. He was laying back on his bed. ‘come in.’

he didn’t expect you to come in, he sat up on the bed. You timidly closed the door behind you but didn’t move further in the room, it’s your first time in a driver’s room that wasn’t your cousin’s.

“I was looking for you, a-are we having the shoot?” For some reason you found yourself nervous, Charles and your relationship has always been light and easy going so the heavy air around you both didn’t make any sense at the moment. “Are you not feeling up to it?”

“I thought you’d take photos of Ethan.” Charles said bitterly, you frowned at his words, he clearly didn’t like your cousin by the way he spat his name.

“No, I finished with him today… Do you not like him or something? Did he do something?” You asked and for those who know that you’re related to Ethan can tell that you’re asking for a place of an older sister, but to Charles it didn’t sound like that.

“No.”

“You can tell me, I’ll tell his mum.” You tried to joke but Charles didn’t react to your words at all, sighing you moved closer to him, he was still on his bed looking up at you. “What has my cousin done now?”

A long moment of silence and recognition flickered over Charles face.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah?” yYou were confused at his confusion now. “What did Ethan do?”

“I- I didn't know he was your cousin.” Charles muttered, you raised an eyebrow with a small smile.

“If not a cousin or a brother then, there’s no way I’d spend that much time taking pictures of a single person if I wasn’t under the threat of family.” You joked and sat on the very edge of the bed besides Charles.

“it - it makes sense.” Charles was talking to himself at the moment he connected the dots, it looked like he was debating something with himself while rethinking all his life decisions. He looked from his fingers up to meet your eyes, your breath hitched in your throat and in this moment you understood why you felt nervous. This is the first time you’ve been completely alone with the Ferrari driver. “Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“W-what?” Your eyes went wide, this came out of nowhere.

“Can I take you out on a date?” Charles has no idea where this courage came out from but the more she took to answer he started to doubt himself.

“A date?” It seemed like the only thing you can get yourself to say is to repeat what he was saying.

“I thought I was stupid.” Charles raised an eyebrow, you jokingly hit his shoulder and glared at him, but as he held your gaze.

“I would like to go on a date with you.” Both your cheeks flushed with colour and suddenly you aren’t able to keep eye contact. “I didn’t know you liked me like that.”

“We’ll, you trapped me the first time we met.” Charles joked remembering the first time you met.

“Me? You literally fell down the first time you saw me.” You replied straight away. “Some would say you fell right in love with me.”

“I don’t know about love, but I really like you.” Again you were left speechless, cheeks pink, you hid your face away from him by leaning your forehead on his shoulder. Charles couldn’t stop himself from hugging you and kissing the side of your head, unknowingly making it worse for you. Taking a deep breath you pulled back and pushed your hair back. “Do you want to take pictures now?”

“I don’t know, you did miss your appointment.”

“You should feel honoured to take pictures of me.”

“I feel sick.”

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Lando will definitely be telling everyone how he was there when Charles fell in love with you.

Carlos and Pierre won the bet.

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hannieehaee · 1 month

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Svt member jerking off to another members gf

18+ / mdi

another member jacking off to you

content: established relationship, smut, afab reader, masturbation, mentions of a member catching you nude/having sex on accident, mentions of your or a member catching another member masturbating, etc.

wc: 781

a/n: i wasnt sure whether to write this from the pov of the member masturbating or the member who has a gf's pov, so i just went for the second one ... anyways i think irl theyd be genuinely angry at this lol but i decided to make it more lighthearted and crack-ish. hope u enjoy<3

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seungcheol -

he'd be mad as shit lmao. if he ever caught wind of (or even worse, caught) one of his members touching themselves with you in mind, all hell would break loose. he didnt care if it was all in their imagination, he'd go on a rampage to make sure none of them ever even looked your way ever again.

jeonghan -

he's a lil weird so i think he would do that little gremlin laugh he does and find some type of sick pride in knowing that even though you were his and only his, you had his friends wanting you so bad they had to jack off to the thought of you.

joshua -

just cocky about it. oh yeah? you want his girlfriend? too bad! she's well taken care of by her boyfriend joshua. no one could ever have you but him. it'd feed his ego knowing others wanted you but you'd never even so much as look their way as long as you had joshua.

jun -

just whiny about it. he knew his brothers quite well so he wouldnt think of it too deeply into it, knowing that you were quite pretty and probably had the affections of many men. he'd still be bothered by it, but not enough to actually have much of a reaction.

soonyoung -

this would activate an overly touchy side of him (even more than usual), refusing to leave your side (or stop fucking you at every given moment) in order to assert his dominance towards any member who dared look at you in anything other than a platonic way. somehow you'd also have to end up reassuring him that you like him and him only lmao.

wonwoo -

uncharacteristically cocky about it. but also would turn a little more possessive after finding out one of his members had you in mind while jacking off. even if you were unaware of what had happened, he'd fuck you extra hard for the next few days in order to let you (and everyone else) know how much you were his and only his.

jihoon -

would also turn super possessive at the situation. that, plus genuinely annoyed lol. he took your sex life and relationship to be something very private, so knowing that one of his member's even pictured you in that context would have him huffing and puffing his chest in annoyance. he'd be all over you for a while just to reassure himself that you were no one else's but his.

seokmin -

he'd feel kinda sad for some reason (?) like he would feel so weird at knowing you were in someone else's mind in such a way, specially since it was a friend of his. he'd feel sad for them knowing they could never have you, but also annoyed knowing other people wanted you in ways only he should ever want you.

mingyu -

would whine and pout and maybe even get genuinely annoyed. it was kind of crossing a boundary for his member to literally moan out his s/o's name while jerking off. why were you even on their mind in the first place? you were his and his only. he'd have to confront them and give them a reality check in the nicest way he could.

minghao -

he'd feel a little weird about it, wondering why jack off to you of all people. then he'd reason that you were the prettiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on and try to be a little more understanding. he'd maybe relate this to somewhat of a parasocial relationship, knowing it would never be mutual attraction between you and his member.

seungkwan -

absolutely scandalized and annoyed. why in all hell was his member whining out your name? why not find literally anyone else to be the protagonist of their fantasies? you were taken in every sense of the world, and even mere thoughts of you belonged to seungkwan and seungkwan only.

vernon -

can't really help what makes you horny, he'd think with a shrug. that's as far as that thought would go. yeah, sure, it was kinda weird that one of his friends was thinking about you in that context, but imagination is only imagination. nothing was actually happening, so it wouldnt really make him think too much of it.

chan -

frustrated more than anything. he already shared everything of his with his members. what do you mean he now had to share you with them? no. simply unacceptable. would curse and nag at whoever thought it was okay to even look at you in any way other than innocent. he'd become super possessive of you after that, showing off how much you were his to all his members.

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justcallmesakira · 1 month

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HIIIIII

okay, so how about, chuuya, atsushi, dazai, and nikolai with a s/o who loves dresses gothy??? they act cold and mean around others too, other then them?

yayay tyyy, remember i luv youuuu

"Skulls and hearts"

Sypnosis: You are the epitome of goth and a breeze of coldness, how do these lovely men take care of you?

Genre: romance, suggestive (slightly)

Warnings: reader is more of goth lolita than like abosolute goth bcs i have no knowledge on goth, suggestive on chuuya, one wednesday addams joke, please lmk if i didnt manage to quite reach the goth culture-

A/N: HII sweetie hru? just wanted to say i put more of a lolita goth since i am not educated well on it lol-

DAZAI was definetly fascinated by your style, infact when he first saw your dark attire on the day you entered the agency to file a report, his eyes were already sparkled!

The way you spoke so confidently and was non-chalant about it and everything, your formal attire, everything piqued him.

Especially the cold air surrounding you with your blue hued gaze. He love how you did your make up so much you could call it a mini crush at first sight.

So to fill his intrests he decided to stop you for a while to maybe use his charms but unfortuantly for him it obviously did not work out with how deadly your gaze is

"If looks could kill..." he had thought to himself.

Overtime he had started to court you and all though you despised his annoying tactics he seemed quite cute to you so you accepted his "love" for you

He even bragged about how cool and pretty his new girlfriend was all day at the agency especially when you dropped off his lunch at the office saying "I aint nobodys petty little housewife but here`s your lunch, bandaged idiot. Next time i will throw your lunch down the sewers where your rat friend lives" You had spitted t out loud.

Even the agency is piqued in you and your creative insults which you throw at him whenever he does soemthing stupid For example: "Bandagedass" "Suicidal loverman who cant even fix his clothes" "Charming bedbug i picked up from the trash" "Idiot with a handsome face'' and so on!

But ofc like the masochist he his he loves listening to them which made you creeped out and made you use much appropriate words to insult him.

He definetly tries to rile you up by saying suggestive stuff by playing with the hem of your black laced skirt, push him ten feet away if he does because you wotn be able to do that when you get home...*wink wink*

He loves your music taste, though he isnt into goth culture he loves it when you tell him about goth subculture, it reminds him how your closer and more vulnerable around him than anyone else.

You gave him some goth themed band-aids to put around his bandaged arms and neck which he shows them off like a badge of honor!

Put your makeup away from him though he will probably mess it up and make himself look like if wednesday went through a bad eye day.

And later after scolding him for going through your stuff you finally taught him how to properly do goth makeup.

You even taught him some gothic slurs to throw at anyone who tries to disturb him though he will probably use them is someone insults you which we will be on about now.

If someone dares to insult your gloomy atire, well he doesnt need to say anything because you are there already with your gaze sharper than your eyeliner.

But even so hes ready to take care of his goth gf who only soften around him anytime, anywhere!

Of course CHUUYA supports your style why wouldnt he?

If anything the first time you two had met he had a mutual intrest for you, "how pretty yet terrifying at the same time" he thought.

Soon enough he put up the courage to speak to you though the atmosphere around you was quite cold

He didnt really like people who had arrogance in their personality but you maybe seemed nice to aproach.

Of course the person you are you kept calm and maintained formality, if so you looked quite elegant.

Time passed, dates were booked, hands were slid. He finally confessed to you and you calmly smiled at him.

God...how he loved seeing your eyes soften and your matte lipstick lips form into a small smile at his smallest gestures.

Like buying you all types of goth culured dress since he doesnt know what tyoe you wear and he doesnt want to disrespect goth people

And seeing that smile and light hue of happiness form on your beautifully done cheeks

He loves complimenting you too, all the time!

"Babe you look so pretty right now," "Do you like that dress over there? The laces might suite your skin" "That evangeline themed makeup set...The colours suite your eyelids." "All dressed and pretty just for me to ruin,,,Hahh you really want to rile me up, doll, Dont ya?"

He CAN and WILL buy you the whole fricking hot topic.

Oh you like a chain belt there? frick it buys you the whole belt section. Oh you liked the glossy purple lipstick at the side walk shop? buys 10 different shades.

Hes an executive ofcourse he will buy you everything!

Chuuya can make a few suggestive comments too,,,yknow.

"Wow, doll you do your makeup so well? You could be a professional you know?" "Oh chuuya, how you fluster me'' "Well...professional or not imma` bout to ruin that makeup so bad right now."

Dont worry he will help you clean up the mess he did to your face later. Afterall he loves a cute little goth gf!

I wont deny it but ATSUSHI was quite scared by you at first glance, but warmed up soon when he realises that your not half bad afterall

He had met you at cafe uzumaki sipping on a coffee cup while sketching, wow, the fancy sketchbook and the fact that you were drawing while wearing long black dimond studded nails really made him admire you

Though he was shy at first since you had this shilling aura around you, he still took a breathe and walked over you

You kept looking at him up and down as he nervously tries to introduce himself which makes you break your demeaner and let out a soft chuckle "Oh my...what a wonderful laugh they have..."

So the conversation between you two started, infact while conversing you had drawn a very neat sketch of him with your skull printed pencil.

He was definetly shocked on how you drew him so well in such short time.

Over the agency work days, atsushi was quite a bit nervous, which dazai made a few jokes about him having a crush on "The cafe's goth girl"

And so you two became a thing! well after atsushi got somehow rid of his nervousness

Except your the boyfriend in this relationshio ;D

He tries to buy you stuff though, but you always deny and take him to oth stores at the corners of yokohama, to say the least your better guided than him.

I am sure the agency also warmed ap at you! not since whenever you would always have this threatening aura with a ravishing face of dark-hued makeup but when he turned around to speak to you

Your all soft smiling and tilted eyes.

You even dressed him up in goth clothes one time which he looked a bit too silly in.

If dazai ever saw atsushi in scene clothes though...he wil definetly say something like "Ohohoho you two remind me of Morticia addams and um, oh yeah! Gomez addams Hahaha, wait then kyouka can be your..."

You instantly went "Atsushi please, tell your STEROTYPICAL, UNFUNNY, MENTALLY ILL father to get the fuck out of here and go try to drown himself or something"

So now, not only is atsushi scared of you so is dazai!!

He still loves you and your style though, who wouldnt because i would love a goth s/o who would put on the most gorgeous make up ever and rai--

...

He`s both barking and joining your cult.

JUST KIDDING-

NIKOLAI obviously fell in love with your sass at first sight! What an independant and cool woman! he had thought when his emerald and blue eye fell upon you.

You werent even scared of his illy and outrageous tactics instead you just rolled your eyes at him as if hes some freak

Now this is intresting.

I think nikolai has prefernces for goth lolita so if by any chance thats your aesthetic get ready to be filled with flirts and touchiness

He just cant help it! Your so cold to him but cant you see how intrested he is in you? not just your style but your whole personality he loves analizing people!

Which you find about after many tries of him trying for you to at least speak with him, He was annoying especially during the first stages of your relationship

But soon enough you warmed up, realising that though hes a bit fucked up in the head hes quite chill and fun to hang around.

Niko definetly uses his ability to steal your favourite items from hot topic, so be prepared when you see your vanity filled with all kinds of stygian clothes, lingerine, cropped tops, fishnets, corsets, puffy skirts, makeup etc.

That act made you more soft around him and hes just giddy he got to make his infamous "gloomy" dove smile :D

You help him dress up sometimes too, maybe drawing out long triangles under his eyes for his next show or maybe putting on some dark lipstick just to smooch his neck.

Okay i can defiently see him and you be great fashionistas! One with clownish crimson and black attire and the other with a menacing aura of a maginficent raven (got the reference?)

He is just into you okay? Dont question it!

A/N: i had a bit too much fun writing this lol BY THE WAY GUYS DONT BE OFFENDED BY THE JOKE MY HUBBY MADE AT ATSUSHIS PART, HES JUST A LIL SILLY :33

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prishdish · 4 months

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˖˚˳⊹"i really do love you.. im sorry"˖˚˳⊹

-warnings: Angst, depress!on, su!c!dal thoughts, detachment, scars, body dysmorphia, disassociation, not proofread, chubby reader. -chars mentioned: Scaramouche -wc: 0.6k -a/n: i dont even know what to say.. Um this is .. something.. enjoy?

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as someone who felt every emotion more intense than others, it also meant feeling more sad. it should've been fine but you simply couldn't feel happy.. you have friends and family but still felt so lonely..

“helloooo” scaramouche waved his hand infront of your face to get your attention.

Suddenly looking up, you see him frowning at you. “what’re you thinking so hard about.. do you not wanna watch the movie?”

“sorry.. i just spaced out” you said embarrassed.. “just continue the movie, ill pay attention this time”.. Scara simply muttered a small ‘fine’ and resumed it.

Scaramouche is your best friend, the one you share everything with. But.. he could never understand the depth of your emotions.. The void you feel inside.. The aching loneliness that consumes you at every moment.

“Yes lets go to the beach!! itll be perf....”

“ooh i just bought a new bikini…..”

“wont it be too sunny? ill get tanne….”

you drowned out their conversation and thought of excuses to skip… you had no other choice.. a bikini wouldn't cover your scars, stretch marks or tummy fat.. it would be on display for everyone to see your insecurities and then they'd hate you.

“guys im sorry but i have to study this weekend.. exams are close”

“again? but didnt you say the same last week…”

“oh come on! itll be so fun…”

“ugh she does the same everytime…”

Ofcourse they wouldn't understand.. They had the perfect body..

The words were blurred as you tried to read them.. Nothing made sense to you anymore.. Your exams were near and you have to study but the words together don't make sense anymore..

Sighing, you went to splash some water on your face to wake yourself up. Looking up into the mirror, you saw failure.. Someone who cant study.. Someone who wouldnt be able to make a living..

You sat back down at your desk.. You can study and change your future right? its just a book..

But.. you cant make yourself read the words anymore.. you felt so tired..

Why cant you also be like others?.. Everyone else is so successful and perfect.. They have good grades, perfect body and happy lives..

You sat on the edge of the roof.. This used to be your hang out spot with Scara but eventually you both stopped meeting there.

“where the fuc- YOURE HERE?” Scara dramatically sighed, huffing. “Ive been searching all over for you. Come on, ive made dinner.. you have to eat something”

You chucked softly at his caring nature and nodded silently.. “Scara?” he was about to leave but turned back to look at you “yeah?”

“I love you”

He chuckled in confusion “yeah yeah i get it, i love you too. no need to get all sentimental with me, its just dinner.”

You turned back to the sky once he left. He probably went to your kitchen to fill a plate for you..

You smiled at the thought. He was the best person you could've asked for..

And it hurts. He cared for you so much but you couldn't appreciate it..

Leaving never had to be this painful.. But a tear fell down and you closed your eyes, recounting your memories..

There were so many happy moments you never got to enjoy.. Sad moments you stayed numb.. And the huge gap in your memory.. and nobody knew how you felt because you never let them.

‘Im so tired… Im so tired..” You looked at your feet, dangling off the roof.. ‘i hate this .. i dont wanna do this.. but theres nothing else to be done’

You took a deep breath in.. “i really do love you.. im sorry”...

…..

tags: @rubywonu @stygianoir @unsavoy-melon @kashiiwi @babbledabble25

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yourfavpasifikacreator · 3 months

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clarisse x reader where the reader thinks she is straight and even has a boyfriend but since she arrived at camp Clarisse has become interested in her and this has left her confused about her sexuality because she is attracted to Clarisse too (sorry if it's confusing)

Don't be sorry darling this is a really good request!

Clarisse la rue x reader!.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: fluff break-up

Clarisse always stared at you she was genuinely interested in knowing more about you she would always stare but she was never shy to show off in front of you in fact that was cause you two were best friends so you had every right not to be shy in front of each other people think you two were dating but your boyfriend was very jealous.

you and your boyfriend were arguing "She's just my friend." you shouted at him then he replied "Well it's either me or her." he said shouting you looked at him with a bitter expression you said, "It is honestly fucking funny that you're saying this when you are the one who cheated." he looked shocked and said "what?!" you responded angrily "DO YOU THINK, I'M STUPID!?" you said tears coming down from your face "you think I don't see how you look at that girl you think I haven't seen you kiss and hug a shit?! or maybe I should talk about how you two make out? Do you think I don't know how many fucking girls you hooked up with when you were with me?!" "Babe, like you overthink stuff too much, like forget what I said you know?" you looked at him a slapped his face so hard that it left a mark and you left the room.

you told Clarisse about the break-up she comforted you through the breakup you always knew that he never truly loved you but you and Clarisse were closer to each other everyone thought you two were a couple you wished and Clarisse did too you two couldn't stop thinking about each other when you two hugged each other it would last long cause Clarisse always loved your perfume "I love how you smell you smell like strawberries, princess~" you replied blushing "well maybe if you hug me for a little longer you'll get some on your shirt, sweetie~" this always happened you two would always flirt with each other as 'joke'.

you always catch Clarisse staring "your staring, again sweetie" she replied "i wouldnt stare if you werent so pretty, princess" she said moving closer to you holding your hand "clarisse, i have liked you for so long, it's fine if you don't-" you didn't say anything else clarisse just kissed you "i like you too, y/n"

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONGG

#clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue

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aihaitahm · 11 months

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hsr + genshin characters being your tattoo artist <3

idk! just an idea while i was driving:)! but i thought it would be hot to think abt kafka telling you its okay or seeing alhaitham having a tattoo sleeve bc of his arms ^_^

cw tattooing so mentions of pain ! maybe slightly suggestive.

alhaitham

very punctual and ready when the job needs to be done, so if your late, he would be irritated and would charge you a bit more. luckily you arrive in time but he couldnt help but observe you. he wont deny that he finds you cute.

doesn’t like to do small talk, just quietly sits there and he works on your tattoo. though he does listen to you talk if you talk. he would simply nod to most of his customers but for some reason he found himself talking to you and enjoying a conversation. cyno and dehya noticed this and quickly eyed on each other.

you couldnt help but stare at him and the way he is working. he is doing an incredible job while being so hot with it. seeing his amazing tattoo sleeve, you decided to ask him about it.

“did you do that yourself?” you pointed curiously.

“yes i did with the help of cyno. it was challenging but overall i think it came out amazing.”

queue dehya nudging cyno and snickering at the back. alhaitham looks at them and glares.

when he is finished with his work, he musters up the courage to ask you out. feeling a bit of pride since you complimented him and gave him a huge tip.

“i think you are lovely. would you want to go out sometime? its okay if not.” he bluntly asked, not caring about the looks he was getting in the tattoo shop.

“oh! yes of course i would love to. here’s my number!” you smiled.

when you went home, you received a text from alhaitham, asking if you want to go to the movies or eat somewhere to get to know you more. you cant help but be flustered and be excited to get to know him more. on the other hand, alhaitham could not stop grinning at his phone that dehya had grab his phone so that he could clean up his work station.

yae miko

her tattoo work station is so pretty!! it is filled with pink and purple colors. she makes sure her customer feels welcomed and comfortable.

as soon as you walk in, she would compliment you already. “ah you’re my adorable guest today, take a seat if you may please.~”

she smells so good. she smells so expensive with a hint of sakura and vanilla. she is literally enchanting you with her scent. of course you compliment her and she flirtatiously says thank you!

probably has a really chill, lazy cat that lays beside the guest whether by your arm or leg or tummy, he is just there and loafing.

wouldnt do this for most of her customers except maybe her friends but she asks if youre hungry and would order food for you. you insisted at first but you gladly accepted the offer.

“arent you hungry dear?” she asked as she grabbed her phone to order.

“ah no its okay!” you said but suddenly youre stomach decides to grumble so loudly.

“well, you’re stummy says otherwise babe. let me order you some food? and no need to pay me back. i know how tattoos can be expensive already. take it as a treat since im very interested in you. ~” she flirted, leaving you blushing and flustered.

blade

he does piercings and tattoos. very skilled and professional at it too. has taught a lot of people and is known for original designs to go viral.

i think he can be a clean freak. everything has to be organized and his equipment has to be clean or else he cant work at all and he will have a bad day.

when you walked in for your session, blade had to fill in since the person who was supposed to tattoo you became sick.

he deeply sighed and fixed his equipment, getting ready. he was mentally preparing himself too because he has to tattoo someone who he thinks is attractive. he has to make his work perfect so that maybe you’d come back to him if you wanted more tattoos. maintaining his composure properly until you compliment him.

you were searching for ideas and he showed you his original designs. looking with awe, you didnt realize what you said.

“these designs are so pretty and unique just like the creator himself. though i think i’ll pick this spider lily flower.” you decided.

“o-oh thank you. and this spider lily it is.” he mentally facepalmed. why did he stutter.

this made kafka turn her head because of what she overheard. she smirked and of course silverwolf was curious so she turned to witness what was happening.

“wooo! thats our bladie. he’s a little bit awkward sorry!” she teased.

when it was done, you paid your bill up front and tipped him a great amount. stealing shy glances and light touches whenever you were paying him your tip. before you went out, kafka pushed blade to give you his business card filled with his phone number.

“xxx-xxxx-xxxx text me i think you’re cute.”

kafka

she loves to play music in the background and loves to talk to you while tattooing you. gives her customers free drinks of your choice except yours has a little note with a smiley face in it.

she is definitely not shy and up front when she says she is interested in you but she certainly knows her boundaries. you can spill her some gossip or any random topic and she will talk to you.

when she notices you stare at her a lot, she would give you a wink and smirk. she just laughs when you get flustered for being caught.

she smiles to you a lot and likes to gaze on you. she makes sure she is extra gentle with you and tells you to take deep breaths if it hurts.

“take a deep breath in 3… 2… 1…”

“ good job baby your doing so well.”

“im sorry this might hurt a bit…. there you go i knew you could do it. mmmm good girl/boy. take it like a champ.”

she smirks when she sees you flustered. she knows it makes you blush and she loves to see it. at the end of the session, she makes it known that she wants to take you out and shop.

did i mention she flirts with you a lot? winks at you whenever your gazes meet.

“if you clearly cant tell, i want to know you more. i would like to take you out. just you and me how does that sound?”

#genshin alhaitham #genshin impact #honkai star rail #kafka honkai star rail #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #al haitham x reader #blade honkai #hsr kafka #kafka hsr #blade hsr #hsr blade #blade x reader #kafka x reader #blade honkai star rail #yae miko genshin #yae miko x reader #yae miko genshin impact

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yuitoru · 5 months

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heyyy hows ur day/night been???

i saw u were asking for reqs so i might as well send one in :>

can u do headcanons for bllk boys (anyone of ur choice) with fem!reader whos like insecure bout her being flat and like not curvy and all that. Cuz we need justice too 🥺

if its not to your liking or too difficult to do, dont mind this req!!

thankyouuuuuuu

a/n: hihii so far my day hasnt been great, dealing with periods really suck and im in pain :(( but omg thank you for requesting i need to ger my mind off everything rn!! tbh i actually wish i had a smaller chest since i cant wear any shirts normally and bras hurt - im 32e at 15 :/

ʚ ₊˚✧ ⠀⠀⠀ BEAUTIFUL

incl : y.isagi , r.itoshi , s.itoshi ,

₊˚✧ YOICHI ISAGI

throughout your entire relationship with isagi, he has made it so, so clear that he saw you as perfect - an angel sent straight from god himself. he wouldnt change a single thing about how you looked, and he wanted you to know how much he actually loved you. you were his life, his entire world - his pretty baby

isagi is a dedicated thigh man, so you being flat and not as curvy didnt matter in the slightest to him; he thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. he worshipped you, and whenever you felt insecure, isagi would stop at nothing to make sure that you knew just how much he loved you

"baby! i saw these flowers and thought of you, so i bought them!"

"hey, pretty - i miss you soooo much, gimme kisses pls!!"

he also loved buying you clothes, and whenever you had doubts about how your body would look in them, isagi would press kisses all over your face, pausing after each word to speak

"you" kiss "are" kiss "so" kiss "damn" kiss "pretty" kiss

isagi is head over heels for you, and your body isnt what he cares about, or how other girls look - its you he loves, the way you are

₊˚✧ RIN ITOSHI

rin has never once cared about a person’s look - nobody had ever stood out to him. he had no preference for anything - ass, tits, thighs … it quite literally meant nothing to him, as he had nobody to care for it with. that was, until he met you, and fell like an idiot in love.

in rin’s eyes, you are the embodiment of perfection - everything about you is beautiful and just so you. rin didnt care that you werent like models on magazines: slender body with nice ass and boobs. all rin cared about was that you were his, and he was yours - he would have it no other way.

so, when people ask rin what he prefers in a woman, his answer every single time was..

“my type is my girlfriend, my beautiful yn”

₊˚✧ SAE ITOSHI

canonically sae is an ass man, but when it comes to you, he couldnt care less about what you looked like. sae fell in love with you for you, not for how you looked - well, that did of course play a factor in him falling for you.

you stole sae's heart just by being yourself - he loved you more than anything else. he was already yours from the moment you became friends. sae didnt care that you didnt fit his 'type' - change was always a good thing, and you were the best thing for him.

whenever insecurity plagued your mind, or people made off-hand comments about how you didnt look like other girlfriends of his teammates, sae would do his best to reassure you that he thought that you were the most beautiful person to ever exist on earth.

there was quite literally nothing that could convince sae itoshi that somebody else could be as stunning and ethereal as you.

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jaetyun · 1 year

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How different boys planet trainees would ask you on a date; a thread!

sung hanbin, gunwook, ricky, taerae, hong hai, keita & gyuvin x gn!reader (all separately) (established friendships with all of them)

genre: tooth rotting fluff, implied school au with hai and gyuvin

wc: 2.4k

a/n: for my friends lani yen and lulu 🫶

Park Gunwook

swore he was a rizz god

not that he was overcompensating, gunwook was just a confident man!

“im an attractive guy! i dont see why i wouldnt have a shot?”

that was, until he met you

the reality was.. he was anything but a rizzler 💀

giggling like a schoolgirl at a joke you had made, gunwook covered his mouth and quickly cleared his throat. he was not gonna give himself away! in his head, the stone face could come off cool and mysterious. like, he was imagining your very inner monologue! ‘woah! this guys different.. he doesn’t laugh easily. i wonder what he finds funny… i wanna kiss him right at this moment!’ yup! that was definitely you and surely *not* his own thoughts. just to really sell his tough guy-sona, gunwook knew he had to make eye contact. intimidation worked on his dog, why wouldnt it work on people too! although.. he didn’t remember his dogs eyes being this mesmerizing…

“gunwook! are you even listening??”

“i would love to.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, causing gunwook to snap back to reality. he sheepishly smiled, blinking a couple times before laughing.

“sorry i-“

“you’d love to what??”

gunwook laughed. not the ‘😭😭’ or the ‘😂’ laugh, the ‘ha.ha.ha’ laugh. he waved his hand, clicking his tongue while trying to think of a bluff. not like that! he would not love to take you on a date and most definitely would not love to date you! so why couldnt he say that out loud?? his mouth seemed to betray him, coughing out pathetically, “ha! what do you… how.. youre.. are you free this friday?”

You chuckled, a sound that melted his heart and any remaining tough-sona left in him. dammit! where did he go wrong? gunwook swore his intimidation was foolproof! still, he couldnt help but shyly bat his eyelashes as you responded to his simple request.

“id love to.”

Ricky Shen

ricky doesn’t strike me as someone who’d make the first move

“i dont chase, i attract” sort of mentality

it usually worked out for him

that was.. until he saw you getting too close to someone else

you barely made it around the corner before being jumpscared by the tall blonde, who was leaning against the wall waiting for you. his eyes practically burned with envy when you appeared in his view next to them

he frowned, looking at you and simply ignoring their existence. “you ready?”

“for..?” you tilted your head in confusion, giving him a slight side eye.

“Our date.” ricky frowned, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. this only proved to confuse you more, giving a couple of hard blinks before being dragging along by the taller male. you quickly waved bye to your friend, whisper-yelling at ricky once you were down the hallway.

“are you serious right now?!” you yanked your hand away, making him stop. he turned around, still looking as stoic as ever. ricky nodded, pulling out his card.

“a steakhouse or italian?”

Sung Hanbin

a very romantic man

wants everything to be perfect. you already know he bought a box of chocolates and everything

“so what if its cheesy? its sweet!”

he had valentine’s day marked on his calendar, hyping himself up with each day be crossed off leading up to it.

hanbin gulped, nervously fidgeting with the gifts he bad bought you. you already had a foot out of the electric doors of the building he was waiting at the entrance of. your eyes lit up seeing him, awkwardly waving while walking up to the boy.

“hey!”

“hanbin! whatre doing here? are these.. for me?” you look up at him curiously, eyes softening upon seeing his exicted smile. hanbin was quick to nod, handing you the flowers. then the chocolates. then a teddy bear. then the bag of candles and bathbomb. than the valentines card he handmade. all you could do was shake your head in shock. “you didn’t have to..”

“but i wanted to!” and its true! hanbin had spent so much time and energy into trying to make everything perfect that he came across overbearing. you had gotten used to it with his absurd amount of gift giving, bit even this left you in awe. he resembled a puppy, his imaginary tail wagging excitedly.

the sight was something you couldnt help but shyly chuckle at. “well thank you. happy valentines” hanbin.. hadn’t planned this far. his brain was sent into overdrive trying to find an appropriate segway to pop the question. he found himself opening his mouth, but not words coming out.

you tilt your head at hanbin, waiting to see what else he has in store. knowing himself, he was surprised he didn’t end up buying all of korea just for you. he awkwardly held out his hand, gesturing for you to take it (how he thought you would with your arms filled, youre not quite sure)

“shall we?”

Terazono Keita

doesn’t hesitate

“what good would stalling do?”

such straightforward thinking

“if you like me, you like me! if you dont, you dont”

he never second guessed his philosophy until he met you

keita shook his head in disbelief, shoving the singular flower he had bought into his friends face. “what do you mean? i thought you couldnt go wrong with flowers??”

zhang hao smiled condescendingly, pointing at the shriveled petals. “not when you had them for *weeks* now and never had the guts to actually use them” he responded flatly. keita clicked his tongue, mumbling “everyone finds them romantic hao…”

“i dont find a half wilted daisy very charming” keitas head was already ready to retort, but he quickly hushed hao away once he saw you walking towards their direction. he smiled, his personality flipping a switch as he met you in the middle.

“oh! keita, here’s that cd you let me borrow“

“nah, keep it.” he hummed, quickly shoving the white daisy in his back pocket. keita was sure hed come around to giving it to you next time! just like the last 5 times..

your eyes beamed, your grip on the plastic softly tightening. “..really??” keita nodded, taking in account your excitement. “what, do you like that band?” your pupils were practically sparkling, nodding wordlessly.

“not like. *love*” jackpot! fuck the flowers, keita had a new plan.

“well y’know.. they’re coming around town next month.” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“deadass??”

“ill buy a ticket if you do”

you laughed, nodding along in agreement. “alright, sure! tell me which seat you get so i can be next to you”

“okay, why dont we talk it out over dinner?” you were left unable to resist his not-so-hidden advances. his cheesy 😎 expression had you giggling like a child. “you bet. should i wait for you?”

he waved you off, shaking his head quickly. “ill catch up with you.” after you exchanged thumbs ups and you had vanished, keita turned around to zhang hao with a giddy smile.

“am i smooth or what???”

hao sarcastically clapped

“only took you 6 tries”

Kim Gyuvin

so thoughtful and organized

“i spend too much time thinking about you to not be this thorough!”

and thorough he is

has a backup plan for his backup plan

now he just needs to courage to actually do it

gyuvin mumbled under his breath the speech he has rehearsed for when you left class. he nodded once satisfied, proud of the script he had memorized. that night the boy had created a chart of every scenario and outcome depending on what you’d respond with. once he felt satisfied, gyuvin wrote all the answers and cue words onto his hand with some pen. even with all his planning, he still feeling those butterflies as hard as ever watching you leave your classroom.

“you know that bowling alley that opened up recently?”

“why, wanna go together?”

“oh it’s just down by- what?”

this was NOT a scenario he had memorized, and gyuvin quickly glanced to his hand to see what he should say.

“i asked if you wanted to go to the bowling alley with me.”

gyuvin hadn’t found his answer in time, and decided to just wing it.

“oh! umm, it’s just-“

alright winging it over. his brain seemed to turn to mush in your presence and without a guide he’d honestly end up scaring you away. what he *didnt* expect was you scaring him away instead.

you gently grabbed his wrist, pulling it closer to you to read what was on his palm. “what is this?” he quickly yanked his hand away in embarrassment, shoving it in his pocket. “oh y’know! just uh.. to help me on a test next period.. ?”

“i didn’t know your test had my name on it.” you chuckled at him, seemingly very amused at his now completely flushed cheeks. not only did he have your name written about a thousand times, he put hearts around each one. gyuvin opened his mouth to respond, but words seemed to fail him. you put a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality a bit.

“gyu. you never answered my first question.”

“what is it?”

“do you. want to. go to the bowling alley. together?”

Dang Hong Hai

so shy

like please save him

he’ll talk about every little interaction while twirling his hair

“i borrowed a pencil!!” “… a pencil?”

fails to actually be able to speak to you though

hai had always been awkward when talking to you, so it was no surprise when you waved to him in the hallway he said nothing. it was also not a surprise when he never mentioned it later in class. what *was* a surprise was seeing him talking with a friend at the end of the hallway, resting against the locker nonchalantly. the nerve of that guy! and he didn’t even seem to notice your waving. you’re not sure why he suddenly switched up, but you’re gonna get answers out of him.

the answer you were not expecting is walking up to them and hearing your very name come out of his mouth. “we’re basically friends now!”

“really? arent you using the term too broadly here.”

“no i swear! we even wave to each other in the hallway now!” he cheered, seeming to gush at the idea. his friend pretended to be shocked, dramatically putting a hand over his mouth.

“woah, we’re taking big steps here. from pencils to waving?? might as well be official”

hai frowned, shaking his head. “i’m telling you all that’s left is asking for the insta!”

“you downloaded insta just for-“

“what??” that’s all you could say, caught completely off guard by their conversation. honghais mouth fell open, slowly turning to you with a :0 expression. “how much of that did you hear…?”

you looked between him and his friend, then him and his friend, back and forth back and forth.

honghais face was completely pink, burying his face into his hands. there was a moment of silence between you two.. both at a loss for words on what to say.

“i’m *so* sorry! i just-“

“you could’ve just asked..” you mumbled, pulling out a paper and quickly writing something down.

“please just- forget this! again i’m so-“ you placed the paper against his chest, waving to him before turning around and walking to class.

“well, you fumbled.” hai quickly hit his friends chest, looking at the paper in a panic.

on it laid your insta and number with a smiley face.

“let’s hang out :)”

Kim Taerae

always wondering how you won’t pick up on his flirting

the flirting in question: sending you tiktoks he finds funny

one of his usuals is making songs for you and having you tell him what you think

at this point, he wants to get straight to the point and finally pop the question. his method of choice is through song like always

the two of you had picked a spot to hang out together, to let taerae “show a new song he’s been working on” for the most part it was true! and you had never questioned his intention for the serenades, chalking it up to ‘he liked the genre!’

taerae began the rhythm, humming along to the guitar he began to play. you nodded along, closing your eyes to truly listen to the music. the lyrics were a lot more direct then normal, straight up sounding like a cheesy love confession. when you heard the strings no longer make a noise, you opener you eyes and began clapping.

“your lyricism is improving! it’s a lot more poetic this time!” you noted, earning a chuckle from the boy.

“are you curious why it’s better?”

you shrugged. “i guess. what is it?”

“this time i had someone in mind~” he gives you a look, one that screaming there’s more questions he was begging you to ask.

“is that right? who’s the lucky one” you entertained, resting your hand on the palm of your hand. your elbow rested on your knee, giving taerae your utter attention.

“guess.”

you jokingly started to look around you two, examining everyone else walking around the park. squinting, you pretending to consider some options in the crowd, only to turn back to him with a cheeky grin. one last glance from the left and right, you landed on one last option. you slowly raised your head out of your palm, pointing to yourself with only half sincerity. taerae shyly nodded, giving you all the confirmation you needed without saying a single word being exchanged between you two.

“seriously?” you pointed at yourself with more emphasis, and he softly laughed before pointing to you as well. you both continued to feed each other giggles, seeming to telepathically communicate. you finally cleared your throat, trying to silence all the leftover snickers. “well? what’re trying to say mr. singer?”

taerae straightened his back, running his hand through all the strings of his guitar before saying in a sing-songy voice (that did not go with the riff at all) “will you go out with me? ♪”

you began to cackle, clapping in laughter at his cute nature. you pretended to ponder the question, tapping your chin with an index finger. “sorry what was that? i didn’t quite catch it.”

“will you go out with me? ♪”

you leaned over to him, plucking a random string and mimicking his singing.

“yes i will ♪”

#boys planet #sung hanbin #zhang hao #terazono keita #kim gyuvin #boys planet icons #kpop imagines #kpop fluff #fanfic #boys planet imagines #boys planet drabbles #kpop drabbles #fuck mnet #kpop industry #boys planet x reader #boys planet scenarios

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simplyjake · 2 months

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Enha hyungs with filo!reader

summary: meeting the fam and visiting the philippines with your lovely boyfriend!

a/n: this is VERY self indulgent yall. im filo-american

i think its fully gn!reader.. let me know of any mistakes!

Heeseung

All da titas LUV hee

Girl atp during your family parties

You enter and ur man isnt with you

“Anako where is your boyfriend”

Like damn my bad tita i thought you wanted to see me more

Yk… your niece/nephew

The younger kids love him

Hes the life of the party

This goes without saying but you teach him a lot of tagalog

Or whatever dialect you speak!

You taught him putangina mo and he hasnt stopped saying it since omg

“Yo jake”

“Hmm?”

“Putang ina mo”

LOLLLLL

You teach him how to make your favorite meals

I think heeseung would really enjoy bibingka

Though let me just say

Good luck getting your man back during a party fr like

If hes not doing karaoke w the titas, hes playing mahjong with the uncles, if not them your older cousins steal him to game and the young kids love playing house with him

And once you found him with one of your cousins babies in the room as he sings them to sleep

like which one gave him that baby please..

Jay

Okay so jay

When you brought him to the philippines for the first time

Pookie LIVED at the mall of asia let me tell you

Like honey we still gotta do everything else

Jay would love baguio too

Doesnt even care if they are over paying him for the taho he LOVES IT

“Jay pls stop talking to them in english theyre overcharging u”

“Womp womp i dont care this street food is fire”

Did he fr just womp womp you…

He said this after getting said taho

You made sure he knew how to bless the elderly before you meet everyone

And he makes sure he does it to all the lolas and lolos in your family!

Hes just in awe with the country and how pretty it is

He asks your parent how to cook some of your fav dishes

Just so he can make it at home whenever you feel homesick

He actually had to buy a THIRD luggage for yall cus he would not stop buying souvenirs and clothes when you went.

I think jays fav filo dish would be balatong idk

I dont make the rules

Tbh i kinda do

Anywho

After the trip jay has a talk with you

He really wants to have a house there for whenever you visit and have it be next to your family home :( so cute

Makes plans to propose at your favorite place in the ph!!

Jake

Ok jake

The titos LOVE jake

Honorary filipino of the family fs

Your younger girl cousins are all over him HELP

“Can i have my man back”

“No.”

“You heard them y/n, i guess i have to stay with her”

Oh hes sick

Constantly offered your lola to help cook

She said no plenty of times but he wouldnt take no for an answer!

You took him to visit paoay

LOVED IT THERE

Jollibees number one fan

LIVES for the pineapple quencher got it anytime he ordered

Hesitant on the cheese and ube pie

Ended up buying like two during the visits

Jake love love loves igado

Its now one of his favorite dishes

His fav dish tho was the empanadas by the small shop near your house

After the trip he is now officially in the gc u nd ur cousins have

He was already planning your next trip back

Even though youre halfway through this one

Like babe let's maybe finish this before anything else ok?

Sunghoon

Since hes a bit on the quieter side

Hed be a bit awkward meeting everyone first

If you're in a filo family yk how they are when you bring a man home oml..

But in the end

He fits in well with your family fr

Also hot take

I think sunghoon loves balut

I cant remember if any of the enha members have tried it before so forgive me

But i just feel he woul enjoy it the most

Loved the beach trips you and him would take

He buys the silly “I love the Philippines” shirts

Gets a few little trinkets to display around the house

Became friends with your tourist guide

Now they follow each other on facebook

Based off true events

Talkative s/o and bf who listens

You tell him all about the history of the places you visit

And he looks at you absorbing all the info you tell him

#enhypen #enha #enha x reader #enhypen imagines #enha imagines #heeseung #jay park #park jongseong #jake sim #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #heeseung x reader #jay park x reader #jake sim x reader #sunghoon x reader #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader

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sun-stricken · 3 months

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Random Gratsu hc’s

Job dates. Training dates. they’ve probably had like 3 real dates not counting anniversaries

Grays childhood nickname for Natsu was Ashes, it was one of the first he called him and probs the only one that wasn’t driven as an insult.

he stopped calling him that at some point in their early teens, but he accidentally let it slip post forming the team and Natsu wouldnt respond to anything else from him for like a week straight

Gray has chronic pain, and he will drape himself over Natsu when it gets bad bc hes a human heating pad. Natsu takes it in stride even if hes having a conversation with someone

If Natsu gets too flustered (or turned on, or angry) his temperature will rise a lot, and since Gray runs cold their first kiss (and plenty after) created light steam

its happened during most of their firsts as a couple and it always makes Gray laugh which in turn causes Natsu even more embarrassment which creates more steam

its a vicious cycle

Gray fell first, Natsu fell harder

Gray isnt bad at flirting per se, hes just awkward ans gets too embarrassed with it. He prefers to ‘flirt’ with actions (looking him up and down, gifts, being touchy)

Natsu unintentionally flirts, hes not the type to hold back and says what he means. So he ends up giving the most genuine, love struck compliments known to man and he doesn’t even realize.

However, his deep hidden knowledge of actual flirting comes out when they’re fighting

Even though they argue constantly they have a rule against going to bed angry that they follow religiously, and if that means they don’t sleep for days on end sometimes thats nobody’s business but theirs.

When they started dating the original plan was to wait to tell people, but Natsu, who was genuinely vibrating with excitement and a need to tell everyone, broke within the first week

(what he doesnt know is Gray actually broke first, telling Cana the day of the first date (He needed moral support and shes had to listen to him moon over him for years! she deserved to know!))

Not that it really mattered, half the guild thought they were dating already

There was no formal announcement, they just started making out in the guild and that was that

ironically, the guildmates closest to them were the ones that had no clue and were surprised. And the ones that werent that close went on abt how ‘it was so obvious’ and ‘how could you not know?’

Once the shock and awe died down, ppl started panicking trying to figure out who to give the shovel talk to

baseline; it was very eventful

Before they started dating every now and then you could catch Gray looking in pure awe at Natsu when hes beating the shit out of someone

He doesnt even try to hide it now, even if hes the one Natsus fighting

Gray, staring at Natsu: hes so hot Lucy, concerned: ??? Hes about to kill that guy!! Gray, sighing dreamily: i know

They dont actually know how they started dating. one minute they were fighting and the next they were making out, two days later they were on a date in a restaurant way too fancy for them. and that was that

Gray has used Natsu as a human lighter so many times over the years its likely he doesnt even carry one any more

Natsu will eat the flame if Gray tries to use one till he asks him

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #gratsu #natray #natsu dragneel x gray fullbuster #fairy tail headcanons #sun strickens ft #theyre whipped for each other

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river13245 · 5 months

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The Angels Protector

Navigation / Castiel Masterlist

The sun had started to go down as you were driving back to the bunker. You had one job and that was to find a way to bring Jack back. Castiel had a special relationship with Jack he was like his own son and you had noticed the toll it had started to take on him when he died.

You knew about how Jack had killed Mary and had done things because the angels were using him. But the Jack that you knew wouldn't do something like that. So you were determined to find out how to bring him back so you could help him.

Dean would be so pissed with you but you could deal with him later when he did end up finding out. Right now you just wanted to get to the bunker and crawl into bed and just hope that your angel of a boyfriend would get into bed with you.

After an hour you had pulled up in front of the bunker. You grab your bag and throw it over your shoulder and start to walk in. What you heard when you entered made you place your bag by the door and walk into the living room.

You see Dean with his arms crossed looking at Cas and your boyfriend looks frustrated. Dean is looking at him as if he cant stand to look at him. Cas was explaining to him about how he had to do what he did even when he knew it would mess up the plan.

Of course Dean wasn't listening to him since he only cared about what he thought was right. What caught you off guard was when Dean looked straight at Cas and said "you know we do sometimes have plans fail and we have problems. But you always seem to be the cause of all these problems" There's a pause and your boyfriend speaks "what are you saying Dean?"

Dean was predictable he always lashed out at other people when things didnt go his way. You knew where this was headed so you look over at him and shake your head warning him to not finish what he was going to say. It didnt stop him. "You didnt tell us that Jack had been acting strange and then he killed my mom. You didnt stick to the plan and look where its gotten us. You are the problem Cas"

The glare you had on Dean could kill him if looks could kill. Castiel stood there and took it because he knew that what he said was partially true. But wouldn't you want to protect your kid and make sure that you were right before causing everyone to attack them. He also believed that he was the problem. Hell he spent most of the years doing everything he could to help just so he could fight that voice in his head.

A minute or so passes and Castiel just turns around and walks straight past you and to the door. "where are you going?" Dean asks and Cas looks back at him "Jacks gone, everyone is out doing their own things. Its time I leave especially when my time here is done" He leaves it at that and walks out and Dean doesnt try to stop him.

Dean goes to the kitchen and grabs a beer and then asks if you would like one. That sets you off because he just acts as if nothing happened. "are you fucking serious right now?" a scoff escapes you as you try to control yourself. Its not often you let out any anger or snap at people. You and Dean were very similar you just handled your anger better than he did and were more emotional.

He looks at you a little surprised by your outburst. "Yes I'm serious its not my problem he left after screwing us over" This causes you to walk straight up to him and punch him in the face. The skin and bone that hits your knuckles hurt but damn does it satisfy you. Dean doesn't try to even hit back. Not that he has the time too because your already speaking to him in such a tone that would make anyone shiver.

Looking up at him you defend your boyfriend who wouldnt do it himself because he cares to much about what dean and everyone else thinks of him. "Castiel does his best to keep the two of you safe. Yes does he sometimes fail but so have you guys. You have been too late to save Sam and vice versa. Hell other poeple have died to save your asses. Castiel has done so much good for you, for us, for the world. He turned his back on the angels and god himself after he spent who knows how many years he has spent loyal to them. He stays awake for days just to make sure there is always a way that all of this ends well for all of us. So ill be damned if you ever speak that way to him or about him like that again. Next time you ever tell him that he is the cause of all the shit things that have happened you will be on the floor"

Dean who is your best friend just stares at you. As if he is contemplating on what to say but turns out he doesn't have to cause Sam had heard everything and he clears his throat. Turning your head you look over at him and Sam and he is giving you a apologetic look. "y/n Dean he just-" you cut him off by shaking your head and grabbing your bag. "don't try to apologize for him."

When you get to the door you look back "I love you boys. You guys are my family but ill be damned if you talk to someone that i love like that."

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When you get your things into the car you start to head home. You could only hope that Castiel would be there. He wasn't home often because he was always out and you were always helping someone with something but you knew he wasn't feeling the greatest right now.

Your angel he wasn't fragile by any means because man did he look good beating the shit out of someone. However that doesn't mean that he doesn't feel things, he's an emotional man and you love that about him because so are you. he's better at keeping them in check than you are but you wanted to spend tonight taking care of him.

As you arrive to your cabin that the both of you had found empty a few months ago during a case you cant help but just hope that he was there somewhere. When you walk in and close the door there's no sign of life anywhere. "damnit Cas"

Walking to your bedroom you put your bag down and then go back down to the kitchen and make a sandwich for you and for Cas. Even with knowing that he didn't have to eat you still liked to include him and he would also always go along with it just to spend time with you. Once you place the sandwiches on a plate you close your eyes and you begin to speak to your boyfriend hoping he would come to you.

Taking a deep breath you begin "Castiel, my angel, come home please. I made food and can put on a movie" You weren't really good with words something in common you had with the Winchester brother but you hoped it was enough.

When you open your eyes to see he hadn't come a sigh leaves you and you go and pick out a movie to watch. One that you have watched hundreds of times but haven't seen in a while. So as you sit down you hear a voice from the door way. "y/n"

Your name that's the only thing you need to hear to know that he isn't doing well. The way his voice is strained as if he had been forcing so many emotions down. Looking over you see how small he looks as if the world is weighing on his shoulders. As you place down your plate of sandwiches you hold out your arms and he walks to you and sits beside you resting his head on your chest. "Castiel I'm so sorry"

He shakes his head and then looks at you and kisses your cheek "its not your fault. He is right I should have found better ways to help instead of-" You place your hands on his and squeeze them "don't think like that. You did everything right you cant control everything. Not even god himself can"

In return he squeezes your hand "I just hate that I cant do more. But I don't know what else to do. I'm so lost" You bring your hands to the sides of his face gently and nods. "well how about we eat and watch this movie. Let us both relax for a little while hm?"

"yeah that would be fine" He sits back and gets comfortable then you yourself get comfortable and play the movie. As it starts to play you hear a small laugh escape from the man behind you. "How to lose a guy in 10 days again really?"

"you love this movie and you know it" The angel smirks at your words and throughout the movie his eyes never leave the screen while your mind runs a thousand miles per minute. Even as you start to fall asleep but before you do you place a soft kiss to his lips. "you know i would do anything for you right?" He nods "i know y/n. Sam told me what you did after i left. You didnt have to"

A scoff escapes you as your hand rests on his side. "i know i didnt have to but Dean had no right coming at you like that"

"Dean means well he just. i dont know. we will figure it out tomorrow. Right now you need sleep" he says and you nod in response and close your eyes.

#river13245 #angst #fluff #supernatural #castiel #castiel x male reader #castiel x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x male reader #sam winchester x male reader #supernatural masterlist #supernatural fanfiction

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hannieehaee · 5 months

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18+ / mdi

content: f2l!jun, jealous!jun, a lil bit of possessiveness, he's in love with u, afab reader, smut, penetrative sex, semi-public sex, etc.

wc: 1994

a/n: i love writing jun he's so ... he's so jun

masterlist

jun was an idiot.

okay, maybe that was too harsh.

no, actually that was pretty much correct.

because if he wasnt an idiot he wouldnt be standing here right now, watching as the pretty bartender flirted with you.

had he acted on his feelings earlier (or literally ever), he wouldnt have to watch as the bartender gave you free drink after free drink, clearly slipping you his number on a napkin. what did he have that jun didnt? balls? yeah, maybe. but it wasnt fair! jun was your best friend, it's not like he could just give you his number and call it a day. you already had his number! that, and he needed to go through the whole 'sorry, i know we're just friends, but id like to submit an application for the promotion to boyfriend now.' he already had a whole thing going with you; a very platonic thing.

so now all he could do was sit there and watch. watch you in your pretty dress, hugging your body in the most delicious of ways, as the bartender looked you up and down, almost as if he was planning the easiest way to eat you right there and then. jun needed to stop this. you didnt seem uncomfortable or even phased by it, just showing plain disinterest, so he really had no valid reason to storm over there and drag you away. which is why he wasnt sure why he did just that.

you knew jun as a bit of a weird guy. someone who just did things without much thought in mind. so it didn't surprise jun when you didnt question him upon marching up to you, churning out an excuse of 'we need to go to the bathroom!' before pulling you away from the bartender's vicinity.

to be fair, he did take you to the bathroom. he quite literally took over the bathroom, walking you in and locking the door behind him, not allowing any other person to enter. it was an exaggerated yet ominous act. once he calmed himself down a bit, he turned back to you as you looked at him with wide eyes, head turned slightly to the side, clearly confused at his actions. okay, yeah, this was weird. even for jun standards.

"what was that?" you asked, wondering why he was being extra dramatic than usual.

"uhh .. that? just, i .. i didnt- i didnt like the way he was looking at you .." jun was never good at thinking on his feet. he needed time to formulate answers and think. and even then, he would sometimes stumble over his words, just like now.

"what? he just gave me his number. it's not like-"

"no! you should- you should throw it away. uh, please?"

"why would i do that? he was cute, i was thinking of hitting him up an-"

"NO!," his words interrupted you again, leaving his mouth before he could think.

"jun, what's wrong with you today ..?"

"listen, i ... i- it's just .."

"jun! what is it??" you were clearly growing more and more confused by the second. jun needed to salvage the situation. except, in true jun fashion, he did the opposite of what he intended.

"i like you, okay?," he gulped loudly before continuing, "i dont want a stupid bartender giving you his number. i dont want to see guys staring at you at the gym. i dont want jeonghan flirting with you. it's- it's all driving me crazy. i know i shouldve told you, okay? i know. i'm too late, i know. i shouldve asked you from the day we met. but you were so ... and- and i panicked! i love being your best friend, i do. but- but i just like you so much. i like you and i dont know what to do. i-"

"jun."

"no, listen! i get it. we're best friends and we've been best friends forever, and i know you don't see me that way, but-"

"jun!"

"-but watching you get attention from all these guys is just making me so- it's driving me insane. i cant stand the thought of you with someone else anymore. i know you havent really dated since we met, but even the thought makes me-"

"wen junhui! shut up!!"

he finally slammed his mouth shut at this, finally allowing your interruption to get through to him. he was now paying full attention to you. you were closer than he remembered before he started senselessly ranting at you. you were right in front of him, actually, staring up at him with eyes he had never seen before.

you grabbed his arms, limp at his sides, and wrapped them around your waist, now pressing the two of you almost chest to chest. he didn't know where this was going, but he'd allow you to do whatever you wanted as long as it meant it was him you were looking at and no one else.

"junnie ... you're such a fucking idiot."

okay. he already knew that.

"i like you too."

wait, what?

he gaped at you, "what?"

very smooth.

"you're so fucking stupid. you couldve just told me you liked me," despite your insults, you now had your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, almost pulling him down to you. it had his heart beating like crazy as he kept his own arms wrapped around you.

"i- you liked me?!"

"yes, you idiot! why do you think i havent dated anyone since we met?"

"i thought maybe you just didnt have any game, i dont know!"

"jun!"

"shit. sorry, i meant- hmph!"

your attack on him had been too quick for him to even process. without having realized, you had pulled him down the rest of the way, quite literally launching an attack on his lips with your own. for a few seconds he just stood there, eyes wide in surprise as he let you kiss him with no reciprocation. he was too shocked to respond, despite how badly he wanted to. it went like this until you pulled away, probably thinking this wasnt what he wanted.

he panicked once again, immediately pulling you back to his lips, backing you up against the nearest wall. that's when he really started to perform to his full potential. he pulled all stops, feeling nothing but pure bliss at finally feeling your lips against his. he licked frantically into your mouth, running his hands up and down every inch of your body, sighing at every moan that escaped your mouth and entered his.

he felt like he was on cloud nine, with you so pliant against his hold. suddenly an animalistic sense deep within him started to come out. every soft sigh you released against him, and every shudder of your body had his resolve breaking. he had to hold back from picking you up and pounding you into the wall. whatever it was that was taking over him, he had never felt before. there was a cloud in his mind giving him sinister thoughts; thoughts of you crying as he pistoned into you, letting all his desires finally release after the years-long wait for you to land in his arms.

"w-want you so fucking bad. please ...l he opted for communicating his desires, wanting nothing more than for you to reciprocate his insane want for you.

your response was found in you licking into his open mouth as he spoke, whispering at him to do whatever he wanted to you, claiming you had waited far too long to feel him. revealing that you thought of him every night and that your resolve had broken long ago.

his eyes rolled back at your lust, knowing his matched by a tenfold. he made quick work of your dress, pulling it up to uncover your crotch while pulling his own pants down just enough for him to begin rubbing his length against the thin cloth of your panties. he wanted your nude body so badly, but he knew it wasnt the time nor place. he'd save that vision for another day (most likely an hour or so, maybe after making you scream his name in the pub's bathroom).

"junnie ... please just-fuck! just fuck me," he understood your rush, already growing drunk on the feeling of his cock rubbing against your delicious cunt. god, that was yet another thing he needed to save for later; your thighs suffocating his head as he licked every drop of arousal out of you.

no. he needed to concentrate. he needed to get his cock wet and warmed up by your pretty cunt. and that's exactly what he did next, moaning out at the feeling of you enveloping him almost as if he'd belonged there all along.

"that's ... shit, that's such a pretty cunt, baby. fuck ..."

"wanted this cunt for so long, shit, fuck. it's so fucking good."

"all mine now ... no one else can have it .."

"fuck, gonna take you home and keep you locked in my room. go-gonna fuck you every day to make up for lost time, shit."

he couldn't help the candid words leaving his mouth. his mind kept screaming at him to show you how fucking badly he wanted you. there was nothing more perfect than the feeling of your body against his, all while your mewls of pleasure filled his ears. the thought of taking you home and keeping you in his arms forever made him feel like he was in nirvana. it almost overpowered the actual feeling of nirvana your cunt was giving him as you strangled his cock between your walls.

god, your cunt. he always knew you'd feel like heaven, but nothing couldve prepared him for this. no longer did he ever have to worry about the platonic wall that had been placed between him and your beautiful body (and mind and soul and everything else). now he had you all to himself, and he'd never let another man even imagine being in his current position.

"junnie ... need to cum. please. y-you're so fucking big. fuck!"

he needed to hear more of you. needed you to cry about his big cock bruising your cervix. so, he did what any reasonable person would and began pistoning in and out of you at a savage pace, feeding on the cries of pleasure leaving your lips.

"th-right there! fuck! junnie, please ... do-don't stop. gonna cum. g-gonna- shit ..."

not a single sentence could leave your body anymore as jun finally triggered your impending orgasm, with your own end dragging his out of him almost immediately.

the two of you breathed heavily against each other, hands unable to separate from the other's body for even a second. it felt comfortable; right. it was as if you'd done this together before. he felt like this was what he was supposed to be doing all along.

"do you really like me back?"

"jun, you idiot. yes! i wouldnt have let you fuck me in a dirty pub bathroom if i didnt like you."

"ah. hah, just making sure," he wasnt too sure where the horny monster inside of him had gone, now going back to his slightly awkward demeanor.

"now ... are you gonna make good on your promise?"

"huh?"

"gonna take me home and keep me locked up in your room?"

oh. you were flirting with him. your hands were rubbing at the back of his ear, making him swoon at your delicate touch. fuck, you were good at this. one word from you and he was putty in your hands. but it was fine. he liked it that way.

"y-yes."

"then take me home, baby. show me what you've been wanting to do to me all this time"

jun made a mental note to thank the bartender on his way out for making him jealous enough to act on his feelings as you dragged him away, clearly just as eager to get on his bed.

thank fucking god for that stupid bartender.

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #seventeen #svt #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #jun smut #jun fanfic #jun x reader #jun scenarios #jun imagines #jun oneshot #junhui x reader #junhui smut #junhui fanfic

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pouringmyheartoutforpaper · 1 year

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it’s midnight and i just. i have this stuck in my head.

steve who’s used to every little disagreement turning into a big fight so he snaps/yells at reader and when they don’t return that fight and just kind of shutdown steve panics and feels so so guilty

my love you hit me in the soft spot. i cry so hard whenever anyone even slightly yells at me.

tw: not a lot but i thought id put one to make sure everyones safe <3: bit of a disagreement, reader with vague past relationship trauma if you squint, sensitive reader, anxious reader, oblivious steve, in love steve, steve in general. if anything from above is something you cant handle right now thats perfectly okay and ill see you next time!

steve is very very very gentle. hes calm and collected and mostly rational. so arguments are extremely rare.

but today steve was tired. oh so tired. and he missed you. so much. so when you were being almost silent on the car ride home from the bi-weekly dinner with the kids, robin and eds, he was freaking out.

the waitress was very subtly flirting with him. in a way where only the girls at the table knew what was going on.

of course steve had no interest in her, for gods sake. he didnt even look at her for more than two seconds.

you werent mad at him. no, he handled it very well. he passed all the tests. you were just sad. comparing yourself to the blonde waitress. thinking about how many people want him that you dont even know about. the little voice in your head saying “why does he want you?” and looking for signs of infidelity, coming back emptyhanded as always, shamefully reminding you that hes not your past relationships.

so no you werent mad at him. you were mad at you.

but we all know hes a little bit… slow sometimes. so that doesnt even occur to him.

what if you lost interest in him? what if you think hes annoying? why are you mad at him?

his fears only heightening when you give him a small smile when he opens the front door for you, instantly heading to the kitchen to get some water, hoping itll make you feel better.

“whats your problem tonight?”

oh.

“…what?” and you stare directly down at the countertop because you can already feel yourself tearing up at his tone.

“what do you mean ‘what?’. youve been acting weird since we left.”

he really doesnt mean for it to sound so angry, if you listened a little closer you might be able to hear the desperation in his voice.

“…the waitress”

“what?”

“she was flirting with you.

“what?”

he throws his head back and puts his hands to his face in exasperation. before realizing that youre a little too quiet… and shaking?

his tone brought back memories and fear. fear that he would just find someone else since you were bothering him. and youd be left alone again, but only this time unable to pick up the pieces.

and now hes horrified because he didnt mean to sound angry, he was just frustrated and didnt even think about how sensitive his girl was to things like that.

but you were too far gone now. your ears ringing and your breath escaping you. fighting back tears with every bone in your body, and losing said fight.

and so you turned around to look at him. and your eyes betray you once more. instantly filling with tears that make steves face drop and heart fall.

“m’sorry steve” but your voice falters and breaks before the first sob racks through your body, walking as quickly as you can to his bedroom to clean yourself up.

HES FREAKING OUT SO BAD

he feels absolutely awful. poor man starts crying too, but makes himself stop for his apology, not wanting to scare you further.

following behind you and knocking on his own door.

“babydoll, can i come in?”

youre standing in front of his mirror. eyes puffy and red and shaking. you knew steve wouldnt leave. you knew he wasnt like that. but you were crying anyways, which only made you cry more out of embarrassment.

“…yeah” you call weakly, still not looking up as he opens the door.

his arms are around you instantaneously

“‘m so sorry baby i didnt mean to sound angry, i wasnt thinking. im sorry.”

“its okay, im sorry i-”

“no, you have nothing to be sorry for. you’re allowed to get sad. theres nothing wrong with it, id never judge you for that. i was just being… stupid cause i didnt get it y’know? i mean i literally am horrifyingly in love with you. im like obsessed with you… not in a weird way…. anyways! and i get jealous all the time. like everyday, even over small things. that barista the other day? coulda killed that guy. y’had me studying how to make lattes babe.”

and of course youre giggling. his polo shirt saturated with tears and pure joy.

“i love you so much.”

“i love you most. i know you dont really think id look at anyone but you, right? but if you need confirmation i will go and take back the tip we gave that lady.”

more giggles.

and that was the difference. steve embraced your sensitivity. he loved it actually. loved the way you care about things. love the way you pick up on energies before anyone else. loves everything about you. including some of the not so pretty things.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve x reader #steve x you #steve harrington fluff #steve h #dove and steve

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inkyquince · 2 years

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DAY 17: Dating What Daddy Hates (Asshole Ensemble/ The Purge)

Bring the gang to dinner with daddy they said, it would be fun, they said.

content warning. Dubcon, gangbang, the entire asshole ensemble is here (Briar, Remy, Wren, Harper and Bailey), cumplay, degradation/praise, general dickhead behaviour.

Honestly? You weren’t sure if the Purge did all that much for your town.Well, now they had more reasons to go murder and commit arson and “release the beast” along with all the usual raping. Actually…

You yanked your laptop over to you, scrolling through the various statistics that were splashed over the homepage of your laptop, already trying to justify the annual tradition. Huh… Rape statistics were down on the Purge night. Everything else was up for your town. Not much urge to do what you can already get away with all year round, huh.

With a sigh, you shut the laptop, your stomach already feeling far tighter than it should be.

Why should you be worried? You would be safer this year than you’ve ever been in the orphanage. Adopted to some rich family who liked doing a good deed or something. Though there were rumours that any orphan shipped off would return on Purge night by the caretaker. Though… That never happened in your time. Hell, Bailey would pop open wine when an orphan was taken and then lock the entire orphanage down before heading out with others for the entire night.

You could faintly hear the clatter of your new family moving down below, chatting away before dinner was served. You didn’t yet feel… Part of them. For good reason too, any orphan quickly snatched up a few weeks before the Purge sometimes went missing…

The phone on your bedside bleeped.

Perks of having a rich family, you thought as you reached over and swiped it open.

BrownEyes: u set for the night?

You smiled to yourself and thought for a moment about your response.

You: Yeah, tho could use several shots and a friendly game rn.

BrownEyes: O? Want me to sneak in?

You: God no. I think you’d be shot on sight.

BrownEyes: What… Daddy wouldnt let you have a friend around for drinks, games and then a really nice long fuck?

You rolled your eyes with a snort and sat up from lying on your stomach, listening out for any footsteps heading towards your room.

You: stfu wren

BrownEyes: Nah ;D

BrownEyes: Anyway, come down from your high ass tower, sunshine. We missing ya.

You: We?

Wren started and stopped texting over and over, the three bubbles appearing just to disappear as soon as they popped up. There was a good couple of seconds of him not replying, You exhaled through your nose as you heard footsteps leading up to your bedroom door, you adoptive mother peeking her head through the doorway.

“Dinner’s ready. We are going to watch some movies afterwards, too, if you want to join.”

You nodded and abandoned your phone, Wren still attempting to message you. You’ll just see what he said after dinner. As your door shut softly behind you, switching the lights off as you went, his message finally popped up on your screen, illuminating the room with the pale light.

BrownEyes: Yeah. We’ll catch up with you in a bit huh? Hope you missed me.

Dinner was awkward. You weren’t feeling up to chatting, even as your parents and adopted siblings wanted to let you join in. You mainly missed.. Well, everything. Even doing your jobs in town, even the assholes, Robin, everything. Missed it too much to properly appreciate the easy life you were living now.

“So, we’re planning on heading out of town for a bit next week.” Your new father cleared his throat and gave you a smile.

“Have fun.” You mumbled, pushing the slightly overcooked vegetables around your plate before scooping them up.

Your new mother gave a little laugh before patting you on the hand.

“No, silly, you’ll be coming with us! A proper vacation away, wouldn’t that be nice?”

You gave a small smile, relaxing into your chair and opened your mouth to reply when there was a knock on the door. Everyone fell quiet. Your father glanced at the clock and his grip of his cutlery tightened.

“The purge only starts in 5 minutes. Probably someone asking for provisions or something.” He stood up, voice unsteady and made his way back to the foyer.

Your mother waved you and the other two kids off as she began to gather the dishes up and you slowly made your way up to your bedroom, faintly hearing voices coming from the front door. You had just made it to the threshold of the room when there was a shout and a loud bang echoing throughout the house. You froze up before darting back out of the room just to have your mother yell up the stairs for you to stay in your room.

You backed up into your room, fumbling with the light switch when a large hand covered yours and your mouth. Squirming wildly, you tried to elbow at your assailant but was only met with a low chuckle.

“Cool it, sunshine, just me.” Wren breathed into your ear.

You bit down on his hand and he quickly yanked it away with a small hiss before giving another soft laugh.

“Wren you asshole!” You hissed, still trying to elbow him just without much of the fervour you were doing it with before. “What-”

“I said I missed you.” He breathed, turning you around and nosing along your temple. “Fuck… I really missed you, sweetheart.”

You froze up as his warm lips gently connected with yours, his gently sighing into the kiss putting you at ease. His calloused, large hands cupped your cheek as he slowly walked you back, almost shutting the door as you were pressed against it.

“Fuck, baby.” Wren murmured, nipping at your bottom lip before pressing his hot tongue into your mouth. “You know how to make ‘em yearn, don’t ya?”

Too lost in him, it wasn’t until there was another scream and the sound of a gun going off did you snap back to attention, pulling away even as he tried to press in closer, desperately trying to press his lips to yours again.

“Wren, no-” He quickly captured your lips again before pulling you down to the floor, hungry fingers slipping underneath your shirt. “Wren!”

His soft brown eyes met yours in the small slither of light creeping through the slightly ajar door.

“M-My family, what-”

“They aren’t your family.” The smuggler breathed, pressing closer against you as his fingers skimmed just below your nipples. “So don’t worry about it, sunshine.”

“No, what’s happening? Whose-”

“Shush, I needed a distraction to get in. Told you we were gonna catch up.” Wren murmured before pressing another kiss to your lips. “They’re fine, I promise. Just… Spooked. Nothing bad, I promise.”

With a sharp grin, he leaned forward enough to press his gloved palm against the door, shutting it completely and leaving the room in darkness.

Unable to see anything, you were completely at the blond’s mercy as his mouth found your throat and sucked marks into your skin, his thumbs rolling your soft nipples into hard peaks. You could only squirm and sigh softly under his ministrations, his own erection pressing against your stomach. Putting your trust in your long time fuck buddy, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer while praying that he was right, that your family was just spooked and wouldn’t have noticed him coming in.

“God, I’ve missed you.” Wren murmured again, sighing against your wettened skin, saliva hot against your skin. “You never came to visit after you were taken in. Hurt my feelings real bad.”

“They didn’t- fuck…” You exhaled slowly and tilted your head back for him to get better access. “They didn’t want me going out there anymore. Anyway, no reason to, I don’t need to pay rent anymore- Ow!”

You tensed up again as Wren pinched you roughly as he bit down on your neck particularly hard.

“No reason, huh?” He murmured, tone darker at your admission. “Then… I guess I gotta make sure you can feel the reason to come crawling back to me right between those thighs, huh? Make sure you can feel it every time you fucking sit down.”

You shivered as Wren pulled away from you, sitting up just to yank at his belt, loosening it so his dark trousers slid to his knees and his erection slapping against his toned stomach, leaving a string of precum from his leaking cockhead.

Spreading your legs himself, the smuggler got comfortable between them, shucking down your own garments, along with your underwear, to get at his long awaited prize. He slowly dragged the tip of his cock along your thighs, slowly feeling his way up the crest of your thighs. He exhaled shakily as he nudged your hole before beginning to push in.

“Fuck. Missed your slutty hole so much.” Wren exhaled as he rested his weight on you, slowly bottoming out inside of you. “Welcoming me back so warm and sweetly.”

You just tucked your face into his collarbone, whining as his hip bones pressed against yours, his balls throbbing against your skin. You struggle to keep quiet as his pace begins to pick up, sighing with his hot breath hitting your forehead. He continued to press kisses to your skin as you whimpered, somehow needing to readjust to his length despite the amount of time you had spent on his cock in the past months. Wren sighs softly, a few groans interrupting his gentle noises, pushing deeper and deeper inside of you, as if trying to mark you deep from the inside.

It felt so right, having him with you again, just like this. Rocking slowly on his cock, letting pleasure ebb and flow through you, forehead to forehead. Wren always managed to make you feel safe, even as you distantly heard some crashes, but you couldn’t slip back out of your haze enough to worry about it. Not until you felt something bang at your door repeatedly.

You quickly covered Wren’s mouth, worried that it was your parents.

“W-Who is it?” You gasped out, hoping that they were only coming to check on you, instead of wanting to come in and see a man obviously much older than you bullying your poor hole.

“Open the door, brat.” Your heart jumped into your throat, panic closing in.

No… Not… Not him. Anyone but him.

Wren shook your hand off and dragged you against his chest, groaning louder now.

“One moment, jesus!” The smuggler made you hook your legs around his hips before leaning back, pulling you away from the door. “Alright, all good to come in.”

He entered, almost obstructed completely from the hallway’s bright light, but you’d know that figure anywhere, especially in your nightmares. Bailey leaned against the doorframe, eyes shifting to your hole, Wren upping the pace so that his cock felt more like it was brutally hammering into you than the slow lovemaking of before.

“Been a while.” Bailey’s lips quirked up into his usual sneer, eyes flicking towards your face for only a moment before drifting back down. “Good to see you doing what you do best.”

You struggled to gasp out a curse at him, the smuggler’s lips immediately pressing against yours with hunger. There was faint movement behind you, and with fear sinking into your skin, everything else came into sharper perspective.The panicked shouts. The sounds of furniture being upturned. The laughter… The smell of coppery blood, getting headier as footsteps approached where you and Wren were tightly pressed against each other.

A hand wound into the back of your shirt, yanking you away from Wren’s lips, despite his soft whine. You were pushed back against the carpeted floor, Bailey kneeling by your head. You froze up, seeing his slender hands caked with blood leaving marks against your clothes and then your face as he roughly cupped your cheek, smearing more against your skin.

“W… Whose-”

“Shut up.” Bailey sighed, his tainted fingers gripping his zipper and pulling it down. “Just open your cum hole.”

Using his bloodied fingers, he pried open your mouth, nails scratching against your teeth before shoving just the head of his cock into your mouth, the taste of blood and precum smearing over your tongue. You tried to clamp down on the sensitive flesh only to be roughly smacked, Bailey’s rings stinging against your skin.

“We come to get you and this is how you repay us?” He sneered before wrenching your jaw open further, sinking down into your throat, his balls pressing against your cheek. “Thank me properly, whore, and I’ll let you walk out instead of dragging you out on your goddamn knees.”

You could just whimper as his cock throbbed on your tongue. You could feel Wren’s chest rumble with a chuckle as you sputtered and whimpered around your caretaker’s meaty cock, struggling to breath as the precum slowly dripped down your throat. You could do nothing but drink it down and try not to panic.

“Sorry, sunshine. This was the deal.” Wren whispered quietly, mouthing at your throat, tongue flicking every time your throat bobs with Bailey’s ruthless cock. “Just enjoy some proper loving.”

A mocking laugh echoed up the stairs and Wren throbbed inside of you, his breath hitching in his throat. You heard two pairs of footsteps stomping up the stairs, two voices snide as they made their way closer. Your body shivered and Bailey smacked your cheek again, just more lightly as to not have you bite down on his cock. Your nose buried in his trimmed happy trail, you struggled not to panic as you struggled to breath, his cock moving back and forth in your throat slowly.

You heard a low curse form Wren as he gripped your thighs harder, just as the door was kicked all the way open and there stood Harper and Remy, blood spattered on their clothes. You could only stare before Bailey yanked his cock out of your mouth and you could violently inhale, tears springing to your ears as oxygen finally got to your lungs. Your heartbeat was deafening in your ear drums, dizzy, but so was the sound of slick against skin, being rubbed almost violently. Eyes finally blinking free of the haze, you focused on Bailey’s cock, his gloved hand jerking himself off. Precum dribbled over the bridge of your nose and cheeks, cockhead flushed darkly. With a sharp gasp, Wren finally came inside of you, swearing softly before pulling out as he was still cumming, painting both your thighs and the carpet in cum.

“Just in time, huh?” Harper said in a sing-song voice, leering down at you as Remy pushed past him.

Wren stood, cock still dribbling globs of cum. He paused while getting up, to drag two of his fingers through your combined mess and happily traced his tongue over the creases of his gloves. Finally at his full height, he winked at Remy, who wrinkled his nose at the smuggler. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned in and dragged the tainted fingers over Remy’s curling lip before looking back down at you.

“Gonna snoop, sunshine. Be back in a bit.” He grinned, dropping his hand to drag along Remy’s stomach before heading out the door, momentarily obscuring the light before disappearing.

Remy took his place between your thighs, deftly undoing his trousers and taking his cock in hand, pumping it enough to get him to full hardness.His tongue slowly swiped over his bottom lip, eyes dark as they drilled into your face, hungry and mean. Before you could say or do anything, Bailey gripped your chin and yanked your head back again, pressing his cockhead against your lips but not shoving it inside again.

“Going to give me a kiss hello, like your boyfriend, or what?” His tone was flat, but creeping with excitement, delighting in the situation you found yourself in, in your new home, with your expired new family downstairs.

You shakily kissed his leaking cock and you could feel Bailey shiver slightly, dragging the sensitive tip over your lips repeatedly. You alternated between kissing and licking it, as Remy used his thumbs to press into your hole, admiring Wren’s cummy mess dribbling out of you. Harper meanwhile just stood by, delighting in the show, his own hand slowly cupping his erection. The farmer smacked his cockhead against the mess between your thighs, vaguely lubing up his cock before starting to press into you. You shivered, his cock longer than Wren’s, pressing into you further than ever before and Bailey swore sharply as he came, cum droplets running over your lips and chin.

“Fucking hell.” Bailey breathed and Remy absent mindedly nodded to himself, as if he agreed.

Your caretaker sat back on his haunches, letting his cum dribble onto the carpet. Harper seemed twitchy, excited, eyes flicking between the white fluid on your face as you slowly tasted it with the tip of your tongue, and Bailey’s weeping cockhead, still dribbling out semen.

Remy finally bottomed out just as another voice called for Bailey to come back down and help him with something, and your caretaker got to his feet fully, tucking his softening cock back into his trousers. You shivered as he stepped over you without another glance, heading back downstairs and Harper finally opened up his trousers, fishing his cock out. The farmer didn’t take any notice, too busy pinning your thighs to your chest, to push into you deeper, swearing softly.

“This is all it takes then, hm?” His teeth flashed in the small amount of light in the room, greedy hands squeezing your flesh. “You’re as docile as can be when surrounded by men taking their turns. Good to know.”

You could only weakly kick at him in objection but he caught hold of your ankle, squeezing it hard enough for you to stop but not enough to actually hurt the vulnerable bones.

“What did I teach you? Not kicking.” Remy hissed darkly and Harper gave an entertained chuckle, still just slowly jerking himself off as he watched, happy with the show he was getting.

“Easy there.” The doctor said, mostly to himself as a joke.

As Remy thrusted into you, pace kicking up into a rougher rhythm, Harper rested on his side, face hovering by yours, grinning as he began to pepper your lips with kisses. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation properly, his hand reaching down to squeeze his throbbing balls before returning to its previous position, thumb squeezing out precum from his slit. You could feel his cockhead nudge against your bare stomach as he continued to nibble on your bottom lip before switching to hot, open mouth kisses. Harper’s movements were slightly awkward, unpractised, as you slowly parted your lips and felt him give a short, excited exhale. The tip of his tongue wasted no time in exploring, dragging over your teeth. Remy’s fingernails dug into the skin harder, eyes fixed on the two pink muscles slowly pressing against each other, lazily kissing. His cock throbbed alarmingly and the farmer slowed down, gritting his teeth.The two men distracted you enough for you to be deaf to the last pair of footprints making their way up the stairs before pausing in your doorway.

“Hm. I should start offering group rates if none of you could wait for barely a few minutes.” That voice, so smooth and husky, like the whiskey Whitney would tip down your throat, was… Gloating.

Of course you would recognise it anywhere, even as you tried to tip your head back to look at him only to be stopped by Harper’s fingers cupping the back of your head, refusing to stop tasting you. You hummed softly and Briar chuckled darkly.

“Didn’t think they would all leap at the chance to take you home, with being able to fuck you as the payment Wren offered. Neither did I think my boys would be so into each other’s sloppy seconds, but what do you know?”

“Sunshine let me hit it first, I’ll have you know!” Wren called from down the hallway, as the sound of a struggle got louder, something fragile smashing.

There was a chorus of “Shut Ups”, some louder and others, some more breathy and moaning than annoyed. Briar just snickered and made his way to your bed, sitting down and lighting up a cigarette. He began to idly pick through your things, in your drawers, and on your laptop, mirthful eyes dragging back to you and the two men crowded over you every now and then.

Despite Remy fucking in your far longer, it was Harper who was strugglnig to keep up, lightheaded on your taste alone. His own grip on his cock got slippery and loose, trying his damndest to maintain a tight hold. His breathing kicked up a notch, breath hot and clammy against your skin, saliva dripping down between your lips and tongues. His rapid exhales turned more into weak moans, before stiffening up completely as you gently sucked on his tongue. Spurts of cum shot over your bare stomach, Harper’s exhales half moans and half whines.

“Fuck.” The doctor whispered, lips still moving against yours as he whispered.

“Really a two pump chump, huh?” Wren’s voice, now closer, startled you and Harper sounded a noise of irritation, of his warm come down being interrupted. “No judgement, Harpcicle, I blame sunshine for your lack of… Stamina.”

“Shut up.” Harper said flatly, your hazy brain registering a small amount of surprise at the doctor’s dropped facade. “I remember when you first got laid.”

Remy snorted and Briar gave a huff of laughter, even as the two men kept their attention on you rather than the bickering between the two blondes. Remy’s cock nudged something deep and sensitive inside you and you arched your back, whining. Harper rolled onto his back and zipped his trousers back up, but didn’t make any move to get up, even as Wren continued to tease before growing bored and shooting you a wink before leaving again.

Still in a daze, you could just wind your arms around Remy’s neck, enjoying his sharp cologne, the scratch of his barely there stubble against your cheek. Even the way that you could properly enjoy his low, slightly unsteady breathing in your ear, his soft hitches of breath letting you know just how badly he was affected.

“Shit…” He murmured, his rhythmic rocking into you only becoming unsteady as you squeezed your knees tighter against his sides, fingers slowly tangling in his short hair. “Fuck. Ease up, or I’ll blow quicker than Harper.”

You could just hiccup out a soft giggle and you felt Briar’s steely eyes flick to your face at the sound. His smile remained inscrutable, his smoky exhale almost billowing up to completely cover his face, like a dragon coveting its golden horde. Remy’s chest rumbles with his own quiet chuckle before his pace quickened, balls throbbing against your ass. You both gasped in tandem as he reached his end, with you also shaking around him, having been edged since Wren had his turn.

“Fuck.” You whispered, burying your face properly in his shoulder as Remy’s cum dripped from your hole, his grip on your legs almost bruising at this point.

The farmer still took a moment before pulling away from you, untangling himself and slipping his cock free from your hole. Harper’s eyes flicked to his weeping cockhead, a small rosy blush on his cheeks. Remy leaned his head back, small drops of sweat beading at his temple and exhaled slowly. Briar gave a husky chuckle and leaned forward, your bed creaking with his shifting weight, and plucked his lit cigarette from his own lips, just to tuck it on Remy’s bottom lip. The farmer briefly cupped the brothel owner’s hand to tuck it between two of his fingers, but Briar didn’t slip his hand away, resting it against Remy’s cheek as he inhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut as the nicotine hit. The other man watched him as he took a few more puffs before leaning away, running his slender fingers through his long chestnut hair, just to push it back.

“Move up, Remy.” Briar nudged his foot against the farmer’s leg.

Properly adjusting the cigarette on his bottom lip, Remy stood. He gave you a lingering, low glance, smoke curling over his face, before stepping over Harper and faintly beginning a conversation with Wren, if the blond’s smug laugh was any indication. Briar instead knelt down where the farmer had been, ignoring Harper’s fingers slowly tracing over your stomach, dragging through the slowly cooling cum. Briar smacked his hand away as he gripped your waist, just to turn you on your front. His thumb ran along your hole, gathering the combined cum just to tuck the finger into his mouth, sucking slowly. He tilted his head, as if deciding on the taste before spitting it cleanly out, onto the carpet.

With your own cheek resting against the floor, and Harper just slowly dragging his long fingers over your skin, left over cum on his fingertips making new patterns on your back, you fully relaxed into the new position. Obviously Briar noticed, if the satisfied hum was anything to go by.

“Quite fucked open already.” He murmured, using just one thumb to press into you, making more cum rush out, down your thighs. “So I just get to enjoy you, without worrying if I will rip that pretty little hole.”

You just mumbled something and you felt Harper press closer to you, giving the shell of your ear a light kiss. Not even hearing the rustle of his clothes, Briar’s cockhead nudged your opening with a soft squish.

“Hurry up.” Bailey appeared at the door again, resting his forearm against the frame. “Others are growing bored.”

“So you could take your time, fuck at your leisure?” Briar gave an amused sigh, slowly sinking into you, filling you up again. “But you have to rush everyone else? Almost sounds like you wanted more time with your little orphan, hm?”

“Shut up.” Bailey muttered before using his weight to push himself off the wooden frame again.

He didn’t leave, instead his cold eyes rested on your face, your blissed out expression. Even as Harper began to idly play with your nipples, even as Briar bottomed out with a low chuckle, he refused to stop looking at you. Even as your eyes shut in bliss and the brothel owner draped himself over your back, murmuring obscenities, his gaze remained fixed, analytical and aroused.

“Never understood why you had so many repeat customers.” Briar sighed out. “Knew you had talent but… Yeah, this hole is something else. Basically a fucked open gloryhole but still damn addictive.”

You could just whine softly as he rutted into you. His cock had a delicious curve to it, putting pressure on a spot that almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Briar refused to let up on you, even as you reached another orgasm, shivering around his cock. Harper continued his nibbling, leaving love bites all over your neck and shoulders, even nipping at your earlobe just to make you squeak.

Bailey also remained, watching you fall apart.

Downstairs, Wren and Remy picked over the family’s possessions, the blood staining the nice wooden floor boards. The blond in fact, kneeled down to twist the rings off both the husband and wife and the farmer rolled his eyes, just about finishing his cigarette before stubbing it out in a decorative ashtray.

“Who's that for, hm?“

“Hey, could be for you.” Wren grinned at him before they both quietened down, listening to your soft moans growing louder and louder.

“Could be for them.” Remy snorted, idly leaning back against a bloodied counter.

“Yeah, but only after I sell them, y’know.” Wren straightened up, rolling the rings in his palm before tucking them into his pocket. He slung his arm over Remy’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Then I’ll buy a nice collar for them. Or a sex swing. Or a new cottage. Y’know, all for easy access.”

The farmer was cut off in his reply as there was a final moan and footsteps began to come back down the stairs. Both Bailey and Briar appeared at the foot of the stairs, Harper’s cheerful voice echoing from your room, no doubt dressing you back up.

“Happy Purge.” Wren just grinned at his compatriots, smug as they echoed his own words back to him. “Let’s go see if any places on Danube street look especially full of expensive shit.”

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This probably slips into dubcon but haechan who doesnt stop fucking you until you admit that you like him

I have been itching to get to this ask im not even kidding, and listen there’s nothing wrong with a little dubcon in my opinion so I hope you like it.

Warnings: mean haechan with a splash of infatuation, also seriously dubcon. it’s not too bad in my opinion but if you’re not into dubcon at all then I wouldnt read this. ultimately, reader wants it, but there’s no outright expressions of consent so

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“I fucking hate you,” you say harshly as Haechan squeezes his hands tightly against your shoulders, the grin that overtakes his face being worlds different that the way you wish he’d flinch at your words.

Haechan wasn’t a stranger, far from it actually. You had drunkenly found yourself underneath him more times than you could count, but when you both were sober and didn’t have your lips locked together, he was the bane of your existence. He was infuriating and too flirty for his own good, and he had recently developed an infatuation with staying glued to your hip every time you were unfortunate enough to be in the same room as him.

This time though, his clinginess had gone farther than just being a slight inconvenience. You had sighed when you saw him standing in the center of the living room, enjoying all the attention of the other party goers as he made them laugh and slap him gently on the shoulders in amusement, but you sighed even louder when you saw who stood next to him. It was just another boy to anyone else, but to you, it was specifically the cute boy from your calculus class that had helped you with every problem you got stuck on and had made your heart flutter in the process.

You were smitten in ways you couldn’t describe, he was just good and you liked good. And when you had finally gotten him alone to talk, you thought you were on the road of making him your hookup of the night, and maybe you’d even get his number in the end. That was until Haechan caught a glimpse of you two.

He had rushed over immediately, his jealousy hidden well behind a teasing glint in his eye. To you, it just seemed like another ploy to get under your skin, and when he grabbed you and pulled you away with a lie about your friends asking for you slipping through his teeth, he succeeded.

You scrambled up the stairs of the strange house, his hand tight around your wrist pulling you along with him as if he knew the layout of the rooms like the back of his hand. You spewed hateful words at his back as he just laughed and pulled you into a random empty room, and that’s how you ended up staring at him as he wiggled happily in front of you, wishing more than anything that you could make his head explode with just your mind.

“No you don’t,” he argues, using his hands to shake your shoulders as you reach up to dig your nails into his wrists.

“I absolutely do,” you say, trying and failing to pull his hands off of you, “I finally get to talk to that guy outside of class for once, and of course you come by to ruin it.”

“Oh come on, I saved you a lot of disappointment with that one,” he assures, dropping his voice to speak in a sleazy whisper, “I heard he nuts quick.”

You scoff when he shoots you a wink, finally pulling his hands from your shoulders before you try to walk away.

“I don’t care what you’ve fucking heard Haechan,” you say over your shoulder as you turn to sulk away, “I can’t fucking stand you.”

“Me and you both know that’s not true,” he taunts, grabbing your arm and tugging you until your back slams against his chest, leaning in to whisper in your ear as you squirm against him, “you know for a fact that even if something had happened with him, you’d still would have come crawling back to me to show you what a good time really is.”

“You’re disgusting,” you say, as he walks you backwards, not liking the way your body heats up immediately at his touch.

“Maybe, but you like it don’t you?” he asks rhetorically, twisting your body and pushing you roughly to lay face down on the strange bed in front of you, “say it.”

“Say what?” you ask defiantly, trying to lift yourself up with your hands before he pushes you down again.

“Say you like it,” he lays his palm flat into the center of your back, pushing you down into the mattress as you squirm and fight against him, “say you like me.”

“No,” you yelp with a sarcastic scoff and a laugh, “did you not just hear me, Haechan? I said I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you.”

“I heard you,” he confirms, leaning down until his face presses into the side of yours, “I just don’t believe you.”

His hand keeps you pushed into the bed while his other hand trails slowly down your side, you try to kick back at him, landing a few blows to his thighs, but he ignores it as he moves to tug at the hem of your skirt. You feel the cool air of the room on the back of your thighs when he flips the fabric up to lay across your back, and as you try to half heartedly push against him, you feel a sudden sting of pain as his palm cracks against the skin of your ass.

“Say it,” he commands again, rubbing his hand across your now burning skin, “just admit that you like me.”

He conceals the desperation in his tone well, covering it with biting venom as he glares down at your shivering form. He’s not sure what did it, maybe it was seeing you so obviously enraptured with another man, but a sudden need for a confession from you washes over him, almost making him want to pull out his hair.

“I hate you,” you say again, your voice breaking when he smacks you again. Your words are true, or at least you think they are, so you’re not sure why they get harder to say as your resolve slowly crumbles.

“Wrong again,” he scoffs, shaking his head even though you can’t see it from the way your face pushes into the sheets below you. He holds back from another command, and instead he just roughly pulls your underwear until they wrap around your thighs, and starts fumbling with his belt as you grumble beneath him.

You feel the pressure of him pushing the head of his length against your clit before he speaks again, the friction of him dragging himself against your skin making you try to sit up again.

“If you admit that you like me,” he starts, bargaining with you as if he’s giving you any real options, “I’ll go easy on you.”

“You’re a liar,” you huff, spreading your legs when his length catches on your entrance, “you’ve never gone easy on me.”

“What can I say? I like it rough,” he confirms, shrugging before he starts to push himself into you, “and so do you. That’s why you keep coming back.”

“I only fuck you when I’m drunk,” you say, hoping to stab at his confidence but your voice trembling from the way he stretches you lessens the effect of your words.

“You’re not drunk right now,” he counters, shallowly thrusting into you to watch the way you throw your head back, “so with that argument dead, the only thing that I can imagine keeps you under me, must be the fact that you really fucking like me.”

You whine as he punctuates every word with another thrust, his hips smacking against your ass as your legs lose their strength beneath you. You stop trying to get up, the way he stretches you clouding your mind too much for you to keep denying liking the way he uses your body, so instead you just lay there, squirming at the way he fills you up perfectly.

You let out a sob when his hand reaches to push at the back of your skull, pushing your face more into the sheets as he uses his hold to keep you still as he fucks you. The way his hips are tilted against you makes him hit a spot in you that makes your eye well up with hot tears, and as his thrusts speed up you struggle to keep your thoughts straight.

“Look at you,” he scoffs as if disgusted, but deep down he knows you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, “you’re already falling apart and we just got started. So why don’t you just admit it?”

You let out grumbles of confusion as he kicks your legs farther apart, your arousal spilling past him to slip down the inside of your thighs as he seemingly fucks every memory out of your mind. You clench around him when he laughs at you again, and he’s quick to pick up on how you seem to melt at the way he handles you so meanly.

“Just say it,” he speaks softly, condescending you as your hands grab tightly at the stranger’s sheets, “say you like me, and I’ll give you everything you need.”

You let out a babble of sounds when he stills his hips to grind against you, his length pushing fully into you as your legs twitch weakly. You don’t want to give him what he wants, but the truth crawls up your throat like a rabid animal. You thought you hated him, and maybe a part of you really does, but a bigger part loves the way he handles and speaks to you. Maybe a part of you also likes the attention he gives to you so shamelessly.

That realization stabs at your pride. The idea that maybe the rolling eyes and annoyed scoffs you’d offer him whenever he’d come trailing after you every time he saw you across the room were some type of front, an act to hide the way your chest tightens when you see his smile. But as he rolls his hips against you, and fills you in ways you can’t imagine the boy downstairs ever could, you start to realize you couldn’t imagine your night ending any different than how it is now.

“I’ll make it real easy on you,” he offers with empty promises as he fucks into you enough to make your thighs ache, “just repeat after me,” he continues, pitching his voice to imitate yours before he starts to mock you, “Haechan I like you so much I can’t stand it. You fuck me so well, some pathetic little boy could never compare to you.”

He fucks you harder after his real feelings start to peek through, his imitation of you dying towards the end of his words as he spits them harshly at the back of you head. He can’t deny the angry jealousy that sparks in his chest as he’s reminded of why he pulled you up here, so all he can do is take it out on your sprawled out form beneath him.

“I said, fucking admit it,” he commands impatiently, only feeling slightly more satisfied when he sees your tears start to fall from your eyes, “admit you like me for fuck sake.”

He shoves your body up the bed as he speaks, his roughness making you cry out as you feel tension build in your stomach. Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as he seems to not understand how the way he fucks you blurs your thoughts. You don’t want to say it, the idea of being so vulnerable after mouthing off so proudly earlier makes you shrink, but the way your body flutters around him and the way your spine starts to curve deeper, you don’t think you can stop yourself.

“I, fuck,” you yelp as pleasure starts washing over your body, your breath turning into heavy pants as he doesn’t seem interested in relenting on you even when it’s clear how much you struggle.

“Say it,” he speaks softer as his ears perk up at the beginning of what might be the exact confession he itches for. His hips stutter as he keeps pushing into you, the way you clench around him starting to get the better of him.

He watches in awe as your shoulders curve back, and he has to push your leg again with his foot as your thighs try to slam closed. He can feel the words lingering in the air before you even say them, and with an overwhelming push of hope in his chest almost choking him, he rolls his hips in a way that he knows will have you falling apart.

“Fuck, fuck! I like you Haechan,” you finally admit, your words coming out in sobs as you start to come harshly around him, your body thrashing as much as it can under his hold, “I like you so much I can’t- oh my fucking god, I like you.”

He swears along with you as your words spill out without control, the way you babble and whine sounding like music to his ears as he stills inside of you. His hips press tightly against you, and he lets out pants of relief as he feels like he’s just won the universe.

“I like you, I like you, I like you,” you mumble mindlessly as you feel the warmth of him filling you up. You sob happily once the words are out, a dopey smile spreading across your face as you melt into the bed below you, and as he pulls his hand off of your throbbing head, you turn your head to look at him with wide eyes.

His face is brightly flushed as he stares down at you in awe, his chest heaving as he absorbs your words hungrily. He feels winded and like you’ve both landed on cloud nine, and all he can do is shake his head again in disbelief.

“I knew it,” he huffs cockily as he recovers enough energy to grin, before he leans down to smother the side of your face with familiar kisses, “I fucking knew it.”

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Summary: The chosen one has fallen, disappearing into the dark, following sidious. And though it is your duty to end him you just cant, why? Why should you kill him when ll he had done was be human? He gave everything for the love of his life. And you would do the same, you abandoned him once, and you will not make that mistake again, even if it meant following him into the shadows.

Warnings: jedi bashing? Swearing, angst, poorly writen gore/graphic injury.

A/N: This is a purely self indulgent fic based around unrequited/hidden love and HE DIDNT DESERVE THE FUCKING SUIT! All that precious little bean did was try to save his wife a baby 😭😭😭

"Obi wan, we have to do this" you pleaded quietly, trying not to let padme hear you from your position in the cock pit. Your eyes searched his desperately, praying he'd see reason and agree to help you. You couldnt do this alone. Your prayers were unanswered Instead you felt ice prickle in your veins. shuddering under the intense glare the jedi master sent you. Youd never seen him so... angry before

"This is madness! You are letting your feelings cloud you;" he scolded quickly wiping the rage from his face trying not to succumbto his own emptions and be called out as a hypocrite.

"Damn fucking right i am! I am letting it get in the way, because being fucking emotionless drove him away, drove him to this." you snapped back your own desperation driving you to a furious frustration.

"Thea please now is not the time for this;" obi-wan sighed once again trying to brush you off as he often did. As everyone did. But this time you refused to be ignored, this was too damn important. You leant over slamming both hands down on the console letting your force crackle ominously around you.

Obi-wan stiffened at the display of hot fury. Something he'd heard mace and yoda raise concern about in meetings, yet he'd never seen this for himself. It was unsettling to see you so riled up. For the first time in his life he saw somthing else in you. Something frightening.

"It is the only time for this! Obi-wan, Anakin has struggled all his life in the order. He feels much more then anyone i know. He doesn't feel sadness only devastation, not happiness but elation, never fondness but love. He always has. And he felt completely and utterly alone" obi-wan tried to argue, he opened his mouth wantingnto find the words to counter you. But he couldnt, you were right, Anakin sought out connections. He didnt mean to but he did, subconsciously he always needed to cling to something, someone.

And in pushing him away, setting clear boundaries between them in an effort to stop himself becoming a father figure to anakin he hadnt been there to stop this madness. He'd failed to curb anakins need for attachments. Perhaps if he had allowed anakin to latch onto him as the boy wanted, he wouldnt have unknowingly sought out sidious, or you or persued padme. He could have happily continued his path as a jedi along side his master.

"We did that, we isolated him. Or made himmfeel isolated. He felt like he couldnt come to us for help obi-wan. He thought we'd judge him, that we would abandon him."

"He was terrified that the one person he loves, the only person in the world he could truly be ungaurded around was about to be torn from him. He made mistakes but so did we..." you traild off slumping back against the wall of the ship feeling your own shame wash over you. The many times youd seen anakin not himself, but let him brush you off, telling you he was just tired or giving some other generic excuse. Should you have pressed him harder? Pushed for answers, made him snap at you and perhaps get the truth. Was that what he needed?

"He slaughtered the younglings! He's become sith, and you want to pity him, you dont know what your asking!" Your self doubt was cut short as obi-wan growled in anguish. He was so torn, hurt by what had happened. Maye more so then you, he probably felt even more responsible for this then you did. He practically raised anakin. But no mtter how much this hurt him you were not about to let him take it out on you. No. He didnt get to do that, he wasnt the only person hurting, nd you werent about to become an emotional punching bag for him.

"I am asking you to fucking help me. I am asking you not to do this, dont fight him. He doesnt need an adversary. He needs help, he need us to accept him, to be honest with him and guide him" you snapped back watching with a tightening chest as obi-wan pulled back slightly. Before shaking his head scoffing at you, trying to calm his irritation. He spun away from you flicking a switch on the control panel before ducking his head pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Accept him? How. How can we accept this! How can you stand there and tell us we need to join him!" When he finally spoke again his voice rose quickly. You faltered not used to seei g anything but mild disapproval from him. Never had he bordered anger like this. You knew it was only natural, a mix of fear, disappointment and dread. He felt betrayed.

"Because thats what we need to do to fucking bring him back! I want to bring him back and we cant do that if we arnet beside him. For fuck sake this is the orders fault as much as it is sidious'... its our fault obi-wan. We ignored the signs, we... took Anakin for granted assumed he would cope alone so left him to his own devices" you managed to keep calm, trying to reason with obi-wan.

"We nurtured his turning by allowing his marriage to go undeteced we should have reported it;" obi-wan didnt get to finsh. You were narling in his face before he could move an inch.

"Dont you dare. DONT YOU DARE! Padme is the only reason he didnt fall sooner and you know it!" Your temper flared as you pointed in the direction of padme somewhere in the ship. Youd put up with a lot, but blaming padme because he couldnt stomach the thought of failing in his teachings was not one of them.

"And now look! He turned anyway! He fell Thea." He spoke quieter this time realising he may have begun to be unnecessarily harsh.

"Yeah he did. He fell right into the hands of sidious, because we couldnt catch him ourselves. Joining the dark side isnt the answer... even if we were just pretending so we can make him see the light, sidious would know." You offered once more, still trying to make obi-wan come around to your way of thinking. Surely it was better to try and save Anakin by nymeans then to just go and kill him? Didnt obi-wan love him enough to try?

"Im sorry but i have to do this. He has to see reason or..."

"Careful Obi-wan that almost sounded like an absolute." You hissed cruely making him snap his gaze to you. Eyes hardening as he took in your stnce, the way your force rippled around you sinisterly.

"Thea" he warned gently, trying to calm you and use that legendary charm he was famed for. But you sneered at him instead. All you could think was how easily the jedimaster was giving up, how he threw away his brother so quickly and would turn on him when there were other ways.

"You don even care how hypocritical you just sounded do you? The same old jedi double standard" Youd scoffed rolling your eyes, unable to The hypocrisy and intolerance wouldnt change.

"Please try to see things clearly" he almost pleaded, but unfortunately it was too late. Youd made your decision, and he had made his. All you could do now was watch things crumble around you.

"Oh trust me I do. i didnt before, but i finally understand. You dont see it. Do you? Its the order. Its poison. It's infected your mind like a sickness. They made sure the order means more to you then actual living breathing people." Your words began to twist, prod and slice at him but once you started you couldnt stop. Wouldnt stop.

"That no one in the galaxy should be more important or more powerfull then the jedi. Its funny really. The sith empire will rise again; more powerfull then last time and it was pssible because of the jedi orders hubris and even now the jedi are so blinded by their pride they refuse to admit it" your eyes locked with obi-wan's pwn pained gaze. He didnt respnd, you werent sure if it was because he was hurt by your words orif he thought this would blow over, that you were just throwing a tantrum. After a few more moments of silence he sighed, opeing his mouth to speak but it was too late.

"I dont want to hear it. Just know if you raise your saber, i will to." You anounced drawing a line in the sand before gettingnup, leaving the cockpit ignoring his calls to come back and talk this out. But there was no talking. No reconciliation. The time of the jedi had ended, the order was dead. and unfortunately obi-wan wasnt smart enough to admite defeat and abandon the sunken ship.

You watched from Inside the ship as anakin and obi-wan dueled across mustafar's boiling terrain. You yelled in fury obi-wan was cunning, after youd left him in the cockpitt to mull over your words he'd removed your acsess to the doors. And left with pad,e quickly making sure you were kept on the ship.

Your heart broke as the fight continued, eyes watering as two people you caredmfor deeply camemto blows in a brutal battle. Padme was unconscious on the floor by the ship. It had been frightening seeing first hand what anakin was capable of, what he was willing to do to those he belived betrayed him. A tiny part of you wanted to stay on the ship out of fear. You were scared he now thought you were a backstabber. That youd forsaken him as padme and obi-wan had.

No. no you couldnt allow it. You wont let him think so little of you.

"3-po! Quick we have to get padme, come on we have to help her" you pleaded motioning to the woman sprawled out on the floor. Your words drew the droids attention and suddenly he was stepping towards the back of the ship all the while continuing his usual anxious rambling.

As soon as the door was open you bolted, running past the droid full speed stopping beside padme checking her over. She was unconscious- maybe passed out? But not dead. Thankfully Anakin would never forgive himself or obi-wan if padme had died here like this.

"3-po you handle this, take her to the ship and look after her" you called over your shoulder to the droid ignoring the complaints from him.

You raced across the surface of mustafar unclipping your lightsaber as you climber a small burning dune of sand only to freeze at the scene. Obi-wan had anakin trapped, the former was being backed up to the flowing lava. They were yelling at one another, screaming. Anakin was meeting his master blow for blow but Obi-wan wasnt relenting or holding back instead he was leading anakin to the river. Anakin hadn't noticed, he was to angry, he wasnt paying attention.

You ran, jumping, leaping forward trying to close the distance between them before it was too late. Your anger spiked fueling you, urging you to go faster. Obi-wan was going to throw him in the lava. He wasnt going to kill him himself. He didnt have the guts to do it cleanly himself!

Obi-wan brought his saber down in a powerfull blow tipping Anakin off balance . And with that the chosen one began to fall.

"NO ANAKIN!" the scream tore from your throat in such a mournful bellow it hurt your vocal cords. Both men looked towards you startled by you. Your arrival destracted obi-wan enough for you to stretch out to the force as Anakin fell into the molten lava.

He screamed in excruciating pain as one arm, shoulder, leg and the side of his chest became burned but you yanked on him. Your force was quick enough to pull him from his fiery grave before it could engulf him. And it was strong enough to put some distance between him and obi wan. Anakin landed heavily out of harms way quivering, hissing and moaning as the pain of his wounds began settling.

Anakin was alive. He was alive. Thank the force youd got out of that ship.

You didnt stop. Even though Anakin was alive, you didnt stop your charge. No. Instead to ignited your own saber and jumped over Anakin before lunging at obi-wan.

"Wait what are you doing? You said youd help" obi-wan yelled raising his saber only just managing to block your own. He staggered back, unprepared for the power youd put behind the blow. He waited for you to pull back but you didnt. Instead you pushed on keeping your blade locked with his, digging your heals into the rock below you and using your weight to throw him back a few steps creating some distancebetween the two of you.

"I said id raise my saber if you do. I never said it'd be pointed at Anakin" you panted pointing your saber to him threateningly.

His eyes widened, realising you had intended to kill him. He glanced to the purple of your saber. He knew what it meant, had always known what it meant. You were comfortable useing the dark side if you had to. It was unspoken but purple sabers were somewhat feared in the order. It meant you had afinty for both light and dark. It meant you were a different kind of jedi. Strong, dangerous. Suddenly he felt sick, the beginings of dread and icey fear curling around him. It was as they had always feared. You were turning. Not just Anakin, you were going to the dark aswell.

"No. No! Thea dont do this! Dont follow him down this road" obi-wan pleaded lowering his saber shaking his head at you, hopeing, praying you will stop before its to late.

You widened your stance before casting a look over your shoulder to Anakin. As silly as it was you were uncomfortable with him behinde you. He was clearly stressed, angered beyond the point of reasoning. Your eyes locked with his and he frowned. He was trying to figure out if you were an ally in this or not. You nodded subtly to him.

"Youll be okay Anakin. I'll help you with your wounds i promise just... just sit tight okay?" You said glancing at the burns on his side, the bionic prostetic was fucked, the metal and carbon melted and twisted, his fingers all stuck in odd angles and fused as if he had cramp. It was probably where the caseing was melted and shrunk pressing on the components below. It was completely useless now.

Your gaze lifted with a wince the top of his arm and shoulder was almost steaming from the way the intense heat that had caught it. His skin was blitering, torn and sagging away from his actual muscles and tendons. He was sitting down at an odd angle, his arm jutted away from his body, avoiding the same agonising blisters and open wonuds on his arm that also decorated one side of his chest, down his ribs and abdomen.

He only uttered your name in response. Hissing as he shifted trying to inch closer. His eyes told you all you needed to know. He was relieved you were here, thankfull you saved him. Yet determined, angry. He wanted to kill obi-wan you could sense it. See it in him. He was frustrated because he knew how close he'd come to failing. How close he'd been to death. Yet he still wanted to fight. But he also knew he couldnt take on obi-wan again in this state.

"Thea Move!" Obi-wan demanded angrily drawing your attention away from Anakin. You growled locking your shoulders and tensing, anticipating a strike from the jedi master.

"Move Thea please, dont make me do this" you scoffed keeping your eyes on him as he poised his saber for another attack. Both of you prepared to do what must be done.

"Im not making you do anything, your doing it all on your own. Leave obi-wan. Its over, the orders dead. Just... just go" you hissed feeling the irritation grow with obi-wan. He couldnt see it! He was blinded by faith in an order that never was.

"You know i cant do that i cant walk away from this" the jedi master pleade, as if tryingnto make it seem as if his hands were truley tied. And that right there was the problem. The jedi order did this to people. Took away choices, forced decision onto people claiming it was for the greater good. When in actual fact it was just to protect the orders values. They belived that there was no other way, all other veiws were immoral. It was almost amusing the amount of hypocrisy the order spewed, the absolutes they enforced despite only sith deal in absolutes.

"Yes you can, just go. While you still can. I dont want to kill you but i will." Your words were almost pleading, yet too harsh to be considered as such. You needed him to just walk away.

"Youll really do this? Really stand by him? After what he has done! Join his madness?!" You winced as he tried to manipulate you, twisting the knife in the still raw open wound. Dredgeing up the worst atrocities Anakin had just commited to try and sway you. Did you agree with the younglings slaughter? No. Your not a monster. But whats done is done, and you knew Anakin would regret that untill the day he died. When he dropped out of what ever manic fury he was in the younglings will haunt him forever. Thats his burden, his punishment, his guilt to bare. Not yours.

"Yes. I wont abandon him when he needs me. I wont let him suffer alone. Not again" you called out louder then intended, you heard Anakins faint gasp as you confirmed your intentions. You felt his force signature lift from behinde you. Perking up with a warmth you knew to be his own relief and joy. He was happy you werent going to turn on him.

"You.. you love him. All this time you've been in love with him. Youll be sith fall into the darkside for him? This is why we dont love! This is the reason!" Obi-wan's words were small at first, doubtfull and confused. But quickly became frustrated accusations. You met his gaze and drew a breath choosing not to respond which made the jedi master snarl in frustration.

You had to look away from him, casting your eyes back to Anakin who had been torn between watching the scene before him and trying to ease his pain with deep breaths and force healing, that he wasnt exactly the best at.

But Anakin had heard, you wished he hadnt but he had. Looking up with a startled face, locking eyes with you questioning if it was true with a single gaze. You tore your eyes from him, fightened of what youd see in the next few moments. You didnt want him to know, didnt want him to see how far you had fallen. You were ashamed, your love was forbidden. But you loved your best friend, your comrade, brother. You loved a man who belonged to another. And it ate you alive.

"Dont you see? Dont you both see love feeds the darkness! It pushes jedi untill we are irrational and we fall untill we are sith;" Obi-wan began another rant, desperately trying to turn things around and scold you both into an epiphany. As if you both would suddenly stop holding people dear and your love would dissappear.

Obi-wans words seemed to be the final straw, he had found your tipping point. Scolding you like a child about pride and responsibility when he himself couldnt even admit the order had fucked up. That they had been cruel and negligent.

"I am not a jedi! I am not a sith! I am a fucking human being obi-wan. A free, thinking, feeling, angry, tired human being who has had just about enough of the orders propegander cultist shit!" Your scream echoed in the valley so loud it rendered the roar of mustafar almost silent in comparison. A small amount of your force rippled around you shifting the sand and rocks about your feet. Your rage had come to a boil, the darkness within you flickering awake. But you refused to stamp it out, refused to deny it this time.

"Thea.." the jedi master stepped back lowering his saber in shock as your aura darkened before him finally releasing what felt like a lifetime of pent up rage and fear. The fury and down right evil radiating from you was enough for him to rethink this battle. You were glorious and frightening to behold.

"Your right. Your right I love Anakin! I love you! I love padme and ahsoka and stars forbid i even hold a love for my master!" You continued shouting, loosing yourself in the truth of your own emotion. Welcoming the anger and frustration for the first time in your life. Finally, finally letting yourself drown in it.

"But i also hate. I hate master yoda for not listening to me when i sought reassurance, instead of helping me he gave me riddles and kept me silent. I hate that i was never allowed to question anything, i hate that i was expected to give up so much for so little. That my life would become meaningless just because i could use the force; it fucking condemned me! Condemned all of us!" Your words spewed like venom they were acidic on your tongue so much so you had to spit them out to so they wouldnt poison you further.

"I hate that i have become a fucking gaurd dog of the elite! That i spend my days protecting crooked senators instead of helping the civilians i vowed to protect and i loath; no detest the order and its stupid fucking rules, rules that were created out of fear" you clenched your saber tight in your fist untill the ridges of the hilt threatened to cut into your skin. You shook, quivered dragging sharp breaths through your teeth as your own words resounded around you. The fear, hate, shame and guilt youd always felt releasing at once in once torrent of regret.

"You dont know what your saying;"

"Yes i do! i said it and i meant it i hate the order. Hate it Obi-wan! And im fucking relived that this is the end of it because its needed to fucking die for years!" You shut him down quickly with a snarl, inching forward as another more powerful wave of your now tainted force escaped in yet another blast towards him despite you trying to hold it back. It was impossible, the air around you was charged with it. Crackling and twisting in an invisible violent display of power.

You closed your eyes pulling yourself back from what ever edge you were teetering on. Trying to calm yourself and draw some deep breaths. You didnt want to loose control, not like this but... but you didnt want to lie to yourself anymore or pretend. You were a human, you were entitled to feel your feelings.

Obi-wan watched in horror as your saber rattled in your hand, shuddering violently in your grip for a few long seconds untill it faltered. He felt sick to his stomach as the blade transformed before his eyes. Red seeped from the hilt, consuming the purple of your blade with greed. It was over, there was no coming back from that. Your kyber had absorbed the hate and malice. He coudlnt pull you from the dark side now. You were lost.

Even Anakin was shocked never seeing such a thing happen before. He knew how it happened but never once thought youd bleed your crystal. You were always so controlled and carefull with your saber and handling your kyber. Perhaps this was why? You were close to the dark and it wouldnt have taken much to slip and fall. What shocked him the most was that you hadnt even realised what youd done. Was it was so natural for you to feel this rage that you didnt even notice it properly? You didnt cast a second thought to what might happen to your kyber?

You began speaking again, this time clamer. But still on the cusp of pure unadulterated rage. The frightening female rage that could stop a man in his tracks with a single 'no' still oblivious to the new red hue of your blade.

"Between the hate, love and frustration most of all i am sick. Sick and tired of this galaxy and everyone in it trying to contain those gifted with the force. Just because the force chose us to wield it; doesnt mean we have to be fucking soldiers or pawns or or slaves to someone elses doctrines" you explained revealing just what you thought the jedi truley were. Slaves.

You heard Anakin from behind you, repeating the word gently in a strange disbelief. As if he himself had never associated the two. But you felt the realisation. The moment his own anger spiked before knosediving into a deep depressed disappointment. He had replaced slavery for slavery. And he'd never even noticed.

"You.. you have been straying? these? Thea how long has this...." obi-wan summarised, not even angry at you. How could he be? This was the orders failing. For a moment you thought you could see understanding. That he accepted the order hadnt just failed to understand and protect Anakin, but you aswell. How many others? How many jedi hated the order and were just too scared to sya it? How many people had stayed silent just so they could remain with their loved ones and not be exiled?

"Longer than him. As long as i can remember I..." your words trailed off. Once again shame and doubt cluding you. This was difficult, for the first timemyou were being honest with yourself, with obi-wan and Anakin. It was daunting letting everything out like this, feeling true emotions willingly. Youd been trained not to, itgoes against everything youve been brought up to belive.

"Thea? Why did you never say anything?" Anakin called from behind you finally managing to stand and breath through the pain, all be it unsteady and lopsided, his uninjured arms curled below his burned one.

"I couldnt. I never wanted to admit it... anakin you? Had your own doubts if I'd said something? I didnt want anyone to know my real thoughts. Or influence you." You uttered slowly still coming down from your rage, inching yourself back into a calmer state of mind. Somehow your outburst had stopped the raging war between the jedi master and Knight.

Or maybe obi-wan wasnt attacking because he knew itd be useless. A master jedi would struggle taking on one dark side user, let alone two. It was clear both you and Anakin had embraced your afinty for the dark side to certain degrees. You were both unpredictable now and obi-wan probably wouldnt best you both.

You tried to ingor the flutter of pride, you made a jedi master question his own strength and resolve. It wasnt a stretch to say he might even fear battleing you now youd begun your decent into the so called darker aspects of the force

"There is only the force and it is grey. It is balance, but it is power and we all use it to gain victory. The force is blameless and we are all manipulators. Thats it. Nothing else you either use it or you dont. Everything in the force can be used for good or evil." Anakin hummed pondering the words in a very un-anakin like way. He never seemed one for deep thinking or philosophical nonsense. But he seemed to be taking in your points weighing them up against one another.

"Dont you see obi-wan we twisted it, us. We made it what it is and use the force as an excuse to control one another. And if you force me to choose between slavery in the light and freedom in the dark?" You turned from Anakin and began pleading for your friend and teacher to understand your point. He had to, even if he didnt like it or agree you had to make him know of your reasoning. That you werent ust an evil woman driven by a need for power and vengeance.

"I choose the dark, just like Anakin. And honestly i chose it long ago... i was just scared of loosing what was most important to me. Scared to break the chains" you glanced to Anakin again unable to keep your self from checking on him. You were worried, concered and anxious to see if he was angry or disgusted by the way you felt about him. But he didnt give any indication, he was lost innhis own thoughts and didnt seem to aware of what was going on in that moment.

But then again he was probably overwhelmed. In the last few hours he'd betrayed the jedi, stormed the temple, slaughtered the younglings and jedi, almost killed padme and his unborn, fought his master, almost been burned alive and then had to deal with your hidden feelings coming to light.

"Thea please;" obi-wan tried again holding out his hand to you, trying to offer you a path back into whats left of the jedi. And it felt like the final attempt. He looked conflicted and exhausted.

You shook your head and stepped back as if he was trying to poison you. And in a way he was, he wanted to draw you into something youd only just managed to truely escape. He was still a slave he just couldnt see it. You pitied him in a way. He was too far gone and would never ever be free.

"No. I wont warn you again kenobi. You need to Leave now. And do not seek us out again" your voice didnt waver. You didnt flinch or stutter. Though the strength was just a mask. Inside you were crumbling, it shouldnt have come to this. The order should have just faded away like all relics of the past. But the jedi were greedy in their own way, stubborn. They refused to change, belived there was no need to ever compromise and for that hubris they had paid dearly.

Obi-wan didnt say anything, what could he say as you severed every connection you had with him. Every familiarity gone in a instant. He flicked his gaze from you to anakin and back again before disengaging his lightsaber and backed away. And then he was gone, falling out of sight behind the dunes.

You stayed alert until, you saw the ship take off and felt you and anakin were alone. Only then did you finally disengage your own saber and relax, collapsing to your knees taking a moment to come to terms with what had just happened. You were out. Free, free to feel and love and hate, free to decide whats best for you, live on your own terms with your own beliefs.

Tears began streaming down your face. This wasnt what you thought itd be, wasnt what you feared. Where was the shame? The terror and guilt? You were supposed to be lost and alone now. But all you felt was relief and strong. You felt peace yet a chaos, powerfull. You felt bold. It was everythingnyou were told it wasnt. You heard anakin shuffle behind you and then a gruntal moan as he fell heavily to the floor next to you. That snapped you out of your trance, you can reorder your feelings later, for now he needed you.

"Fuck, fuck are you okay? Here lets get away from all this lava, come on up here, let me see." You began quickly assessing him while trying to usher him futher up the bank. He swore under his breath pushing at you hands as you tired to support him. It was slow going but you managed to help half drag him higher moving him away from the rushing lava river that nearly killed him.

"Hey talk to me..." your voice grew quiet as the silence dragged on becoming uncomfortable and tense. But he just stared at you, yellow eyes burning into you trying to figure something out. Like you were a puzzle for him to pull apart.

"You... saved me from the lava... you pulled me free before....and protected me. You chose to stay?" He finally spoke confusion lacing his words. For a moment you thought he was going into some pain induced delirium or shock syndrom. He was both questioning you and doubting himself. Yet at the same time reaffirming what had happened.

"Yes. I did... Are you okay? Anakin your scaring me;" you confirmed before trying to find out if he was feeling like himself. You needed to lnow if he was going to turn and attack you or not. You had to be ready, he may have dropped his saber but youd seen what he'd done to padme without it. You didnt want to be the next one on his list.

"Anakin is dead." He snarled, sharp and furious. It was manic he was desperate to distance himself from who he once was. You drew a breath nodding to him, raising your hands slowly in a surrendering motion as you felt his force swirl around him erratically smothering you in a thickening cloak of raw power.

"W-who has taken his place?" You tried not to fear the answer, fear him. But he was glareing at you so intensely it almost physically hurt.

"Vader. Darth vader." You flinched, swallowing dryly. So it was true, he wasnt just becoming a dark jedi, but a sith. A true sith apprentice, one day a sith lord like the old tales. But you managed to take it in your stride simply nodding along with him.

"And what is darth vader going to do? I-is he; are you going kill me? Now that obi-wan is gone and the jedi are being eradicated" with that he relaxed. The acceptance soothed him, his rage receded as if he understood you werent going to argue or harm him. You felt an overwhelming sadness at that. He was so defensive and vulnerable yet youd never noticed before. He didnt reply the silence was deafening, you could only assume the worse.

"It okay vader... its okay of you need to; just at least let me help fix you up first alright?" You reassured him holding back tears. You knew this was a possibility. Knew he might kill you anyway to truly set himself free of the order. And you were willing to do that for him, to die for him to release himself from the shackles of the order.

"Thank stars its your right at least you wont lose another hand, well youll need a new prostetic and your shoulders fucked for now but we can;" you continued babbling trying not to think as you began healing him slowly, carfully letting your force flow through you to at least sooth his pain. He stared the whole time gazing almost blankly at you. Not evern hissing or flinching as you worked over the burns.

"Were you telling the truth?" His voice carried a vulnerable lilt to it. Like a child asking a parent if they were truly forgiven after being naughty. It was a small voice one youd never heard him use before. You stopped what you were doing and sat straighter giving him your undivided attention, yet it was you who felt like you were under a microscope.

"Is what you said true? About the order... the dark. Your feelings... your love?" He struggled to voice the words aloud but had to. And just like he had to ask you knew you had to answer.

"Yes. I havent ever truly cared for the order, but i did fear them. I stayed because i had people i was afraid of losing" you looked down still feeling shame. It was so ingrained into you that everything you thought and felt was wrong you could'nt help but be nervous revealing it so intimately.

"But eventually you have to be true to yourself and accept it. Even if it means getting yourself killed. If thats the case I'll die free and honest" you summarised tryingnto let him know you understood and you were at peace with your impending demise, especially if that ps what he needed.

"And your love? Was that a truth you had to face? The thing you couldnt lose...The person you were afraid of losing?" He asked again this time more desperate. He raised a hand to yours, clasping your wrist tightly and pulling it from his wounds. You closed your eyes sighing.

"Im here arent I?" You chuckled nervously motioning around you. Trying to deflect and make him assume what he wanted to save yourself the embarrassment. But he shook his head a growling at you in frustration, irritated at your refusal to answer him directly.

"No. Thea I need to hear you say it. I need to know the truth. Tell me." His frustration rose and his grip grew tighter making you wince. Your eyes searched his, pleading for him to let this go. Whats the point in pouring your heart out to him now?

His gaze was stern, brows pinched and jaw set firm, twitching in anger as the seconds slowly ticked away in silence as you continued your staring match. Finally you gave in looking away afterall you didnt have to look at him to bare your soul to him.

"Say what? That ive been madly inlove with you since i was a child? That i didnt understand what it was untill it was too late? That i adore you? That i always pushed myself harder and harder just so i could keep up with you and we wouldn't be separated? So i could be there if you ever needed me? That i could be strong enough to save you if you needed it?" You managed to wokr up the courage to look at him and gently twisted your hand from his grip and raised one slowly to his face. Cupping his jaw softly. He closed his eyes pressing into your palm, twisting slightly nuzzling into you enjoying the soft comfort.

"Yes. Yes to all the above. I love you and it has always terrified me like nothing else in the world. I was told so many times by my master by yoda and everyone who noticed that i was wrong. That it was dangerous and itd destroy me but i didnt care. I love you An-Vader;" you stopped yourself short and pulled away from him before you broke down. You felt like your chest was in a vice, being crushed. Your stomach was churning unsettled by the mix of fear and warmth you were feeling. It felt unnatural to just be human and experience your own emotions without resisting.

Vader followed your hand unconsciouly before capturing himself. Frowning in disappointment as the soothing touch fell away from him. He let you retreat knowing you you needed to distance yourself to get this off your chest once and for all. He was prepared for tears, and frustration and cursing. But he wasnt ready for the dark turn your words took.

"Fuck i even pulled clovis aside and threatened to skin him alive when he started to interfere; and i wasnt bluffing i was going to do it. I had a plan on how i was going to get away with it too. i scared him and myself. i couldnt find it in myself to be jealous of padme or resent her becasue i just wanted you to be happy. And if her love made you happy that was enough for me" your words pulled your force,making it thrum once more igniting under the surface with an eager malice as you remebered the fear. The promise you made to clovis as he trembled at the thoughts you were pushing into him. Youd gone too far that day. You knew you had, forcing him to see his own torture in his minds eye. It wasnt the jedi way. Youd avoided him after that. Not wanting to relive it, far too frightend of your own commitment to your threat. Youd have done it. Youd do anything for Anakin.

"She didnt, she never actually;" Vader began speaking searching for the words to explain himself. As much as he didnt want to belive it he knew there was only one explination for padme's refusal. He wasnt enough. His love and devotion wasnt enough to keep her by his side. He trembled, lip quivering as he turned to look you in the eye and finally with a shaky breath he admitted outloud what you both knew to be true.

"She has betrayed me. She wouldnt come with me y/n. In the end she didnt want me enough. I did everything for her. All this for her and she abandoned me her love wasnt enough to stand by me." He broke down, he didnt understand. Didnt want to, the pain was too much. He had sacrificed everything for her survival. And he sees now it was in vain. He'd been living a lie for her and she didnt see what it had done. What she had cost him. What he was willing to pay for her to be safely by his side.

You inched closer as he crumbled, mouring his love. His loss, his failure. It cut you, twisted cold knives in your gut. How? How could she have done this? Didnt she see what there marriage had cost them? Cost Anakin. No. How could she? Padme was free, she had nothing to lose. To her she had a powerful, respected ,handsome husband who she could have exciting secret couplings with when ever she wished. She got to run around in her own exciting forbbiden romance reality.

Yet Anakin could have lost everything he had worked for . All his years of blood sweat and tears would have been for nothing. He'd have lost his home,family, freinds, job his entire world would have crumbled around him if he'd been caught. And in the end he gave it all up willingly, falling from grace so thoroughly just to save her life. And it wasnt enough.

"But you didnt run... you didnt abandon me..your feelings are real, they have to be" you were pulled out of your thoughts by him grasping you, his hand coming to your cheek. You gasped as he pushed forward fingers trailing down to your jaw thumb lightly, ghosting your lower lip and then with a languid twist his fingers rose once more to settle on your cheek again.

Its was like he was mapping out your features. Fascinated and in awe. You blinked at him speechless from the delicate feather light touches. He'd never done anything like this before. His eyes became haunting as the yellow shrunk giving way to his puplis that grew wider. It was like he were seeing you for the first time, releasing the tight grip on his own restraint. Just as you were about to break the silence he spoke again, this time softer.

"You... you just threw away everything for me. Risked everything to protect me, just as i did for her. You truly love me. More then the others; more then my own wife. Im sorry, sweet angel im so so sorry i never saw it before." He apologised slidingmhis hand to cup the back of your neck and tipped forward pressing his own forehead to yours.

"I will not forsake you as she has done me. Do you hear me? I will not, i swear to you Thea. Come with me. Join me" the vow caught you off gaurd. This was something you only dreamt of. A fantasy youd kept in secret. He closed his eyes arching up pressing a kiss to your head inching closer and pulled you to rest on his collar bone. His arm now dropping to coil around you as best as they could with the damage done to his prostetic. You leant into him letting yourself curl into him, closing as much space as you could between the two of you.

"Join me? Please? We can... we can build something. Be something greater than what we were designed to be. Make an empire that will bring peace, that will punish the wicked greed festering in the galaxy" you shuddered feeling a sob bubble up. The guilt and elation both clashing in an overwhelming storm of emotion youd never been allowed to experience before. Tears began flowing once more as you tried to latch onto something familiar, something comforting. But there was nothing, it was all brand new and frightening.

"But what about Padme? Arent you going to try and convince her again? Or sidious? He will kill me im not strong enough to join him he'd never;" your words were mumbled, sentences torn apart by weak sobs and soft sniffles. You were desperately trying to find some stability, some comfort in all the chaos. And you were most comfortable when denying yourself everything youd ever truly wanted.

"Padme is not my concern any longer. Its time i stopped kidding myself, she showed where her loyalties lie. She was willing to let me; the so called love of her life, her husband, the father to her child; die at the hands of obi-wan becuase i chose another more powerful path" You shook your head disagreeing in mumbled hlf sobs weeping into him still unable to really understand what he was saying, you heard the words but it didnt register. You didnt want to risk believing them incase this was a trick, a ruse to ruin you completely.

"You were not. You who has been by my side, and loved me in secret. You stood up against obi-wan to protect me, thats the loyalty and courage a true wife should have. I will not ignore that sacrifice" he said louder, a grit to his voice determination and authority pouring from him. He wanted you to listen. To truly listen and see this for what it was. This was the defining moment of both your lives. The moment you both truly found oneanother and began walking the same path, marching towards a future that would give the both of you everything youd ever wanted and needed.

He honestly belived that both of you had been drifting through this life, mearly exsisting waiting for this moment where the force finally unites you both. He could feel it now, see clearly for the first time in years. The sleepless nights, doubts and fear of his own desires and marriage came to an end and al. He knew was that this was where he had meant to be. Here with you standing on the dawn of a new era for the galaxy.

"Sidious will not harm you. I will not allow that. You are loyal to me. You are mine. And i will fight to,protect you as you have fought for me today." His words poured, hands grasping you tighter as you cried still weakly holding onto the past. Your own doubt and fear clouding your resolve. He hated it. The way you crumbled so completely into him, you were strong. Always so strong but here and now you were lost and overwhelmed. It was down to him to pull you through. To guide you back and show you your place amongst all the changes.

"But im a jedi; vader dont... dont toy with me. I know you need to kill me and its okay. Its okay, im ready. I knew; you dont have to;"

"You are no longer a jedi. Look. Your saber...see?" He cut you off quickly, a snarl. Then he let out a breath before tipping his head to your saber and explained gently. You frowned at him before leaning to the saber youd discarded beside the both of you as you slumped to the ash. With a quick look to Vader you ignighted your saber only to yelp and drop it as soon as the red glow shone from the hilt.

"Oh... oh stars what?" You blreathed out fear and shame flushing through you. Vader moved bringing the saber between you both again ingiteing it again needing you to face the reality of your new predicament.

"You bled it Thea. Somehow while your kyber was still sat inside your saber. I haven't even managed to bleed mine yet. But you? It seemes you have been much closer to the dark side than me for a while" he hummed flicking his gaze from your awe struck face and the now red saber. It was odd seeing one so close without being attacked. It was raw, powerful. He could feel the rage and distress from within it, he knew he was feeling your own discontent through the hilt. But at the same time there was almost a relief? You were at peace with the red kyber. There was an understanding. He could only assume youd been fighting it for a long time.

"I think that is what made obi-wan retreat. He realised you were serious and willing to do what ever it took. That you meant every word and if he had stayed he would be fighting a powerful woman with no jedi rules to follow" he pondered outloud still watching you trying to decipher your thoughts. He could see how this was a moral dilemma. You seemed to return to him from the shock and gave a half smile taking the saber from him with a lightly nod and clipped it to your belt.

"He feared for his life and ran" he smirked as you scoffed at that rolling your eyes at him. He released a breath he didnt realise he'd been holding as you seemed to have gatherd yourself together with an odd acceptance.

"Once i have gained the knowledge i need i will end sidious and We shall rule. You and me Thea. The jedi order and all those who stand in our way will fall;that is if you want to join me? Become the force wielder you were born to be" he ducked down following your eyes as they dipped away from him, his uninjured hand tipping your chip up once more. You flicked your eyes to his, the amber was almost golden and shone with a sincere pleading. He was being honest.

"Become the woman you were meant to be. Im asking you take this final step with me please. Come with me, serve me, stand beside me; where you belong take your place along side me and rule. Will you help me make them all pay?" You swallowed whimpering quietly lowering your eyes to your saber resting in your lap and then locked eyes with him again. What was there to lose now? You had nothing now. Nothing but the freedom to choose.

"Yes of course i will. Id do anything for you" you managed to speak through the thickening lump in your throat, managing to push through the emotional whirlwind that encased the two of you.

"And i you. Perhaps it is not too late for us, maybe we can both finally break our chains and find the true love we have always craved"

"Dont say things like that, you love padme and that wont change. And thats okay Vader." you grunted into him still weakly trying to deny what had just happened. Still convinced that Vader was lost in his own feelings and hurt by his wife. Refusing his love for her out of spite.

"You love many people, why would you think im any different. I have always held you close to my heart. I do love you, i thought i loved padme more. But... I was young and foolish, you were jedi and untouchable she wasnt. I loved you enought o never risk you, yet i didnt do the same with her. Maybe i was wrong?" He sighed pondering hos own reasoning and short comings. Maybe he should have giving things more thought before jumping the gun the way he had. He would admit after his marriage hed been torn, happy to have a slice of normality but felt an uncomfortable pain when he'd watched your face drop at the news.

"Fuck anakin really must be dead. He's never been wrong before" you laughed slapping at him playfully. He grunted pushing you back making you fall back into the ash calling you a brat.

"Oh thank god theres still some sass in there, for a second there i though vader was going to be a boring old fart" you both chuckled at that and for a second there was nothing else. No responsibilities, no betrayal no jedi of sith. It was just the two of you chuckling at your own antics as youd done so many times a children. Before everything real and pure had been stolen away and twisted for someone elses gains.

"Come. We should go he isnt patient" vader spoke glancing up the ridge as he felt Sidious approach looking down the bank to the both of you. He stood with a grunt dragging you up beside him with useing the force. You gasped lightly at the way his life force acquainted itself with you in a new familiarity. It was forbidden to use the force this way, touching carelessly could cause unbreakable force bonds, your own life forces could mingle and become reliant on one another. It was almost seen as rude and obscene to let your force touch someone else outside of healing and battle.

You eyed him flushing but said noting, instead shyly opened yourself up to him as you both began to climb up the bank towards sidious. You felt unsure as you followed vader, but you trusted him. Sidious might not have wanted you but... would he real1ly deny another corrupted jedi? Your answer came as you approuched him, he peered around vader to you and his face lit up into a sinister grin. He nodded eyes glinting with glee, it would seem he was pleased with his two for one deal.

"Come, let's get both of your injuries tended to and then we can discuss our next objectives" you relaxed visibly at that before letting Sidious lead you both away. You weren't sure what was going to come next, and selfishly you didn't care. All you knew was for the first time in your life, you'd made the choice. And you will stay beside Vader for along as he allowed you to. You will not turn your back on him. Not now, not ever.

#oh for fic sake fics #anakin x reader #darth vader x reader #darth vader imagine #darth vader x you #anakin skywalker imagine

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