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dixons-sunshine · 8 days

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Hiii! First of all i love love love your writing i get so excited every time i see you’ve posted ❤️ i was wondering if i could request a daryl x fem!reader where they’re just chilling out watching a silly cartoon and he’s finally relaxing and happy to be with his girl, maybe it could be young daryl it’s up to you. Thank you for producing such good work for us all to read!!! 🫶

Selfish | Young!Daryl Dixon x Young!Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine.*

Summary: When you woke up and walked into the kitchen, you didn't expect to find your mom sitting there with a man you didn't know. And you certainly didn't expect the man to go off on your boyfriend when you didn't even know who he was.

Genre: Fluff, teeny bit of angst.

Era: Pre outbreak.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive themes.

Word count: 2.7k.

A/n: I hope you don't mind, but I already had an idea for my next installment to this universe, and thought this idea would work well with an idea I already had. To be honest, this isn't my best work and I feel like the plot is all over the place, but I hope you like this nonetheless!

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The moon was shining brightly in the night sky, surrounded by the twinkling of millions of beautiful stars. Crickets were chirping outside in the grassy areas and owls were hooting from their spots in the trees. All the inhabitants of the trailer park were in their homes, tucked in and ready for a good night's rest.

Everyone except you and Daryl.

“M'tellin' ya, this cartoon ain't all tha'. S's'posed to be 'bout a talkin' dog helpin' reveal the culprits tha' ain't actual ghosts, yet him and tha' green shirt guy still believe in ghosts. Even after all the mysteries they solved, they still believe in 'em. S'fuckin' ridiculous.”

You rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest and letting out a huff, albeit a playful one. “So you're telling me, real or not, that if a guy who looked like a ghost was threatening to kill you, you wouldn't run?”

“Nah, I'd run fer the fuckin' hills, I ain't denyin' tha',” Daryl stated, lazily picking at the dead skin on his thumb. “But c'mon, these guys are s'posed to be professionals. They unveil criminals tha' dress up as monsters fer a livin'. Ya can't be a fuckin' pussy durin' somethin' tha's yer job.”

“Okay, then, smartass,” you replied playfully, lightly shoving his shoulder. You giggled when Daryl wrapped his arm around you and pulled you tightly against his side, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “How about we watch that roadrunner cartoon you like?”

Daryl's eyes lit up. “Yer serious?” he asked, excitement lacing his tone.

You nodded and nuzzled your head into his chest, flicking through the channels with the remote until you found the aforementioned cartoon. Daryl pressed a kiss to the top of your head, before wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you sat there, cuddled up under the blankets, simply enjoying the serene moment.

Daryl couldn't believe how lucky he got with you. After nearly a year together, the two of you were still going strong. The so-called "honeymoon phase" that people said wore off after a few months into the relationship didn't falter between the two of you. What you and Daryl shared ran much deeper than just a phase. The two of you worked hard at your relationship, making compromises and being open with one another. Daryl wasn't the most open person, but for you, he tried. Likewise, there were things you didn't normally do that you did for Daryl—you weren't the most keen person on catching fish, but you did it for him, just because he liked it. Your love for one another ran deep, so it was unlikely for the happy, giddy feeling to wear off. That spark between the two of you would never burn out.

Your laugh suddenly echoed through the trailer, soon followed by Daryl's own chuckles at a particularly funny scene in the cartoon. Daryl looked down at you in awe, marveling at how beautiful you looked. Your eyes sparkled in the light that the television emitted and your smile was more radiant than anything he's ever seen before.

Yeah, Daryl Dixon knew he was the luckiest guy on the planet.

Before he could fully register what he was doing, Daryl cupped your cheek and turned your head to him, pressing his lips against yours in a firm, passionate kiss. You were surprised at first but ultimately sunk into the feeling of his lips on yours. The kiss soon escalated from loving and sensual to heated and lustful. Daryl picked you up and helped you onto his lap, quietly groaning when you lightly grinded your hips against his, putting a pleasurable amount of pressure against his growing erection.

You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead against his. “Do you want to take this to my room?” you asked in a whisper.

You giggled when he stood up while holding you firmly against him, not saying anything. You wrapped your legs around him, and he walked the short distance to your room, kicking the door shut behind him when he reached it.

The cartoon playing on the television was forgotten of for the rest of the night.

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Soft, feathery light kisses all over his face, shoulder blade and arm was what Daryl Dixon awoke to the next morning. Blinking away the last remnants of sleep from his mind, he turned over in the bed and locked eyes with you. You looked like a goddess to him at that moment, the sun gleaming through the window giving you a golden-like aura. You were wearing your shorts from the prior night, but you were wearing his shirt instead of your own. However, he didn't complain.

“Good morning, handsome,” you greeted him, giving him a cheerful smile.

Daryl gave you a lopsided smile in return, adjusting his head on the pillow. “Would be a better mornin' if I got a kiss,” he spoke in his raspy morning voice, sending shivers down your spine at the sound.

Complying with his not-so-subtle request, you leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his lips. You pulled away after a few seconds, bringing your hand up to brush through his hair.

“I'm gonna make us some breakfast. Throw on a pair of pants and come meet me, okay?” you told him, your hand lingering on his cheek for a moment before withdrawing.

Daryl nodded as he watched you stand up, adjusting the sheets around him as he became painfully aware that he was as naked as the day he was born under them. “Alrigh',” he started, his eyes slowly trailing over your form, appreciating the way you looked in his shirt. “Ya look good, sunshine.”

“Thank you,” you replied, sending him a smile, before finally making your way out of your room.

You closed the door behind you and made your way to the kitchen, but stopped in your tracks when you saw your mom sitting at the table with a man you've never seen before in your life. The two were engaged in a heated argument, not even noticing your presence.

“For the love of god, Henry! You can't just come here and demand to see her after seventeen years of nothing! We've been doing just fine without you or your money, so you can leave, just like you did all those fucking years ago!”

“She's my daughter too, Cecilia! I have every right to see her.”

“Mom?” you questioned confusedly, finally making your presence known.

Your mom turned her head to you, her eyes widening in horror. However, before she could say anything, the man called Henry stood up, sending you a strained smile.

“Princess?” he questioned you, taking a step towards you.

You took a step back, unexpectedly making contact with someone behind you. You stumbled but a familiar pair of arms encircled you, steadying you. You turned your head and locked eyes with your boyfriend's beautiful blue ones.

“Wha's goin' on?” he asked you, slightly standing behind you to hide his bare upper body from your mom's and the unknown man's view. He was suddenly painfully aware that his scars were on display to a person who he did not know, and that made him want to shrink into himself and disappear.

Instantly picking up on what he was feeling, you moved to stand in front of him. You eyed the man standing in front of you warily, sending questioning glances to your mom.

“Mom? What's going on?” you asked her, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the man's intense stare. It wasn't uncommon for your mom to see you and Daryl walking out of your room in the morning—she was well aware of why he stayed over most of the time—but it certainly was the first time that she had an unknown man with her in the morning.

“Who's this?” the man asked, a slight bit of anger lacing his tone. “What the fuck are you doing sniffing around my daughter, boy?”

“What?!” you exclaimed in surprise, your eyes widening. “What the actual fuck are you talking about?”

“Sweetheart, please calm down. I can expl—”

“Shut up!” the man cut her off, turning towards you. “I come over to meet my daughter and this is what I walk in on? A fucking orgy? You couldn't even find someone better than some redneck?”

Daryl visibly stiffened. He ducked his head to avoid the man's harsh glare, uncomfortable with the way he dissected him with his eyes. The man had taken one look at Daryl and decided that his worth was nonexistent.

“Leave him out of this,” you warned him, snapping out of your confusion. Nobody had the right to target Daryl, especially not some man who, if he was your father, ran away seventeen years ago. “You don't get a say in who I date or not. And if you really are my father, what the hell makes you think that you can come in here after seventeen years and expect me to welcome you with open arms? What makes you think that you get to come into our home and play the man of the house? I don't know who you are, and after the last few minutes with your behaviour, I have no interest in getting to know you. You can go to hell.”

“Henry,” your mom jumped in, lightly shoving him back. “Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops.”

The man glared at you and your mom, before shifting his attention to Daryl again. “Well,” he started, scoffing and turning around to leave. “Like mother, like daughter. Seems like trying to get knocked up in high school is a hereditary gene.” He paused before turning back to you. “If you're smart, you can come find me at that motel near the bar. I'll be staying there.”

“Get the fuck out!” your mom yelled angrily, pushing him out.

Shutting the door once the bitter man was gone, your mom turned to you and Daryl. She looked at you sheepishly, a deep frown on her face.

“Guys, I'm so sorry,” she apologized sincerely.

“Mom, what was that?” you asked, allowing Daryl to pull you into his side, your boyfriend instantly recognizing your anxiousness. “Was that really—?”

“Your father?” she finished for you. “He is, but I really wish he wasn't.”

Your breath got caught in your throat. Unwillingly, you felt a lump form in your throat, the recent play of events turning your whole world upside down. For years, it had just been you and your mom. Your father was practically a ghost story, only being regarded as your "sperm donor". Yet there he had been mere minutes ago, standing in front of you. You felt overwhelmed, and you could feel your throat constricting.

You had to get out of there.

“I have to go,” you weakly mumbled out, withdrawing from Daryl's hold and pushing past your mom and heading out the door, walking in a familiar direction.

“Sweetheart, wait!” your mom called after you, but to no avail—you were already gone.

Daryl placed a hesitant hand on your mom's shoulder, bringing her attention to him. “I'll get her. I know where she's goin'.”

Your mom offered him a weak smile. “Thank you, Daryl,” she thanked him, vaguely motioning over to the laundry hamper at the other end of the room. “You left one of your shirts here the other day. It's in there.”

Nodding, Daryl walked over and grabbed the shirt, slipping it over his head—he was glad that his scars were once again hidden from plain view. Sparing your mom one last glance, Daryl ran out of the trailer and in the direction where you had disappeared.

A few minutes later, Daryl ended up by the river. There, just as he had predicted, you sat, your knees brought up to your chest, your bare feet resting in the cool water. You were staring straight ahead, clearly deep in thought.

“Figured I'd find ya here,” Daryl spoke softly as he sat down next to you, successfully gaining your attention.

You turned your head to him, tears falling from your eyes. The sight broke Daryl's heart. It was extremely rare to see you crying; you were always so happy and never let anything get you down, so the whole ordeal must've been too much for you.

“I'm sorry,” you brokenly whispered out, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Fer wha'?”

“For leaving so abruptly,” you explained, tracing mindless shapes and figures into the sand beneath you with your finger. “You were probably so uncomfortable. I know how you feel about people seeing your scars and I just left. I'm really sorry, Daryl.”

It amazed Daryl how, even when it was something that didn't directly affect him and quite obviously took a huge toll on you, you still worried about him more than yourself. You were selfless and hated making just about anything about you, and even though Daryl loved that about you, in that particular moment, he wanted you to be selfish. He wanted you to make this about yourself. He wanted you to cry, to scream, to throw things. He wanted you to be mad at what happened. He didn't want you to worry about him in a moment like that.

Daryl wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his side. “Dun' worry 'bout me,” Daryl whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. “How are ya feelin'? And dun' try and pull tha' "m'alright" shit with me. I know ya better than tha'.”

You inhaled deeply and sniffled. “I just... Never expected to meet my father like that. I've always dreamt of meeting him, y'know? And now that I have, I don't know how to feel. On one hand, he's my father and I wanna get to know him, but on the other hand, he's clearly a fucking dick and he needs to fuck off. And my mom... Oh, god. I left my mom. She probably thinks—”

“S'okay,” Daryl reassured you, wiping away the tears that had fallen from your eyes again. “She ain't mad. She's jus' worried 'bout ya.”

“I'm overreacting,” you mumbled, shaking your head in disappointment at yourself. “A few harsh words with that man and I bolt. It's ridiculous.”

“Listen to me,” Daryl began, pulling back and cupping your face in his hands, gently forcing you to look at him. “Yer not overreacting. Everythin' tha' happened was unexpected fer ya. Ya jus' met yer dad in the worst way possible and ya were overwhelmed. Nobody blames ya fer needin' a moment to process everythin', alrigh'? Ya deserve to take a moment fer yerself, a moment to be selfish. Ya hear me?”

You nodded, allowing the tears to fall freely now. Daryl pulled you into a proper hug, allowing you to sob into his shirt. He didn't care that your tears were soaking his shirt—his only concern was you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, rocking you from side to side until you calmed down.

“Thank you,” you whispered after a while, sniffling softly.

“Ya dun' have to thank me,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “M'always here fer ya, jus' like ya are fer me.”

“I love you, Dar.”

A beat of silence passed, until Daryl whispered into your ear. “I love ya too, sunshine. I love ya so fuckin' much.”

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moonit3 · 19 days

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I've been completely addicted to reading your yanderes since yesterday, especially Harem and the Twins.

Therefore, I would like to request a part 3 of the Harem, if possible with more yandere fem, I am extremely lacking with yandere female, if it is not a bother, I thank you in advance for your attention and I am happy with your stories

𓆩❤︎ YANDERE! CONCUBINES HAREM

⟡ cw: yandere! female (of course), gn! reader, mentioned somnphilia (nothing happens i swear), overthinking from concubines, age gap (but like one line only), mentioned blackmail, pure fluff i guess?

⟡ word count: 1.1 k

⟡ notes: a new format? yep, i got a little tired of the same old ive been using since the very first post and its like it changed a lot…also, i am giving up my life to try to get the new mythic mercy skin (even started playing competitive to get more points) and to have aventurine in star rail (i barely have tickets, so i am going to wait to the anniversary rewards…), either way i am working hard to archive my goals and you should too! enjoy today’s writing, my dear readers :)

earlier today you forget to lock your office’s door to prevent the concubines to enter and spend time with you during work hours, which basically mean they are all over the room in completely silence, observing you working in the documents. it’s wearied to have an quiet audience like this one, but you enjoy hearing the breeze outside your office while working and the ladies definitely know, so they keep to themselves when staying at the room with the only goal to admire you.

you catch most of the ladies moving their gaze away when you stare at them when the files start becoming boring, it’s cute to think about these women who often flirt and shamelessly throw themselves at you acting like this. it reminds you they acted so desperate before as many believed that you would kick them out if any of them showed interest in you, but the ladies now know better.

stretching your arms behind your back, a faint smile slowly made to your lips as you know today’s paperwork is coming to an end. it’s a challenge to stay sit down behind the desk and analyze every new law made by the council as the elections has taken place a few months ago. if you only could ask your personal advisers to finish the work so you could take an hour or two to rest, but that won’t be possible as it is necessary to have your signature at the papers.

a yawn came out of your mouth, calling the ladies’ attention towards their beloved one while you didn’t notice their watchful eyes, you did notice how tired you’ve become in seconds. and almost instantly, your body slowly fall into the desk and right there, you began dreaming about tomorrow’s work.

the little noises of snores made all the concubines step closer to check on your sleeping body.

some of them poked your cheeks to try to wake you up, but immediately failed when you just turned out to prevent them from doing so. others had the idea to bring a plate of your favorite meal so you could smell it and suddenly wake up to thank them, but you payed no mind for it. and the remaining ones just accept that you won’t wake up any time soon, so just they carried you back to your chambers to have a proper bed to sleep on.

seeing how your chest goes up and down with your soft breathing, the concubines couldn’t help themselves to just stay quiet to watch you sleeping form. it’s adorable how their great leader looks so precious in a defenseless position like this! all the things they could do with you right now are possible, but they aren’t animal, no. never in a million years would these lovely women use your body without your consent. so, the ladies just stay inside your chamber to admire you.

“should we get our love’s plushies to let them feel savior in their dream?” the daugther of a merchant asked.

“don’t be ridiculous, anne. do you think [name] would be happier if we show that we learn about their secret stock of plushies? I don’t think so.” the third daughter of a former general answered. “also, they can’t know we stole some of them.”

the others nodded, a little scared that you would discover of all the things they have stolen from you. would you learn how many of your undergarments just vanished? or would you question they found out about your recent discussions with the former emperor? every single of them loved hearing the old man scolding you for not having any heirs to the throne, even daring to ask you if you are sterile or just a coward.

while they got angry at the your father for speaking nuisances about your body, the women couldn’t be happier when hearing the words coming out of lips. ”i will h-have my f-first night soon! just let me choose someone, okay?” and that only made them more eager to stay around you. all the ladies made a pact to keep their newly found secret away from the man who are part of the harem, after all, they are already rivals and none of them need more people to complicate their plans.

that’s why the women of the harem have become more overprotective over you in recently days, not that you’ve noticed any change on their behavior. you are too busy working to make the nation better and to take care of the harem as a whole that you barely notice the immense change on their behavior.

“it’s been hours that [name] has fallen asleep! can we wake them up to spend some time with us? please.” a foreign princess was immediately stopped from touching your forehead, her hands quickly slapped away by a older woman.

and that woman is no other than a renowned actress who retired of her incredible care to become part of the harem, but still gaining enormous revenue from her previous works. “didn’t we said to let our love to rest? oh, wait. we have been talking about it for the past hour or so and you keep insisting on waking them up? you are dumb.” the woman’s words made the princess’ face go completely red as a tomato, then leading to a silent argument between the two of them. with everyone else to witness it.

the discussion continued for ten minutes until both stopped when noticing that you’ve wake up due to their constantly shifting in their voices. of course, both of their face became red of embarrassment while the rest of the concubines could only watch you yawning, probably thinking on what you would to the troublemakers.

“…how long i was sleeping?” even with your best attempts, you can’t keep an eye open to see how many women are inside your chamber.

“a-around seven hours, your majesty.” one of them answered. “are we disturbing your rest? if so, we can leave.”

“oh, don’t worry…” a yawn escape of your lips, interrupting your words. “…you, ladies, aren’t bothering me at all. i was just thinking if you guys would like to rest with me.”

did they hear correctly? are you really asking that or they are just imaging those words to make themselves calmer of this situation. but they knew this is real when you began patting the bed, asking them once again if they would like to sleep with you for the rest of the day and of course, all of them accept it.

it didn’t took much time to you fall asleep again, this time surrounded by many and many ladies over your immense bed who almost fought each other to gain the opportunity to lay next to you. the only reason a conflict didn’t broken out was because you began cuddling a pillow of yours, leading to the concubines crying to themselves while others took photos of this precious moment to use as an important blackmail material in the future or perhaps just to sell at a high price to the male concubines.

@moonit3 . don’t repost it, don’t modify it, don’t plagiarize, translate it without my permission.

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theushijimaoverlord · 3 months

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"this whole thing is a mess"

♡ tooru oikawa x reader - 1.3k ♡ warnings - none other than oikawa himself (and some ugly baby shenanigans) ♡ notes - hi! i'm purple and this is my first post, enjoy! (prompt credit from @creativepromptsforwriting)

It was a mess.

A big, tremendous, nearly-unfixable mess.

The day started off normal enough, you in your comfy gray sweat, loose shirt (that may or may not belong to Oikawa), a book you’ve been overdue to read in your hands. As your eyes scanned the pages, your attention was drawn away as you began to the thump thump thump of someone running up the stairs. And unless someone had broken into your house, you already knew who was currently making their way towards your bedroom.

As if on cue, a familiar ruffle of brunette hair came into view as said person came barreling through your door. For an athlete, it always bemuses you how Oikawa always got so winded running up your stairs.

You patiently wait for him to catch his breath. Finally, after he had decided that enough air had entered his lungs, he looked up and if you knew any better from the look in his eyes, you could already tell he was about to tell the most ridiculous thing ever. Because your boyfriend wouldn’t be doing the world justice if he were one for the dramatics.

“You would not believe what I just found out.”

Staring at him for a few seconds, you roll your eyes, close your books and turn your whole body to face him. This was gonna take a while. “Okay I’ll bite. Tell me what you found out.”

If you squint hard enough, you could almost see the joy gleaming in his eye from the fact that he caused you to turn your whole attention to him. But it quickly disappeared as he crossed the room and plopped down face first onto your bed, arms wide, and began whining.

You should convince him to take up theater.

“Come on Tooru, tell me what you came all the way up here for or I’m going back to my book,” Turning his face, Oikawa looked at you and gave his signature pout. If you called him out for it, he would vigilantly deny it.

“Did you remember when you went over to my mom's house a week ago?”

“When we visited for new years? Yeah I remember, remind me later to ask her for her mochi recipe.”

“Yeah, yeah. So you remember when the two of you decided to torture me by looking at my baby photos?” Honestly, he was the one torturing you with the way he was loudly complaining with each flip of the photo album.

If it wasn’t already obvious by the media attention, countless photo-shoot bookings, and (to his dismay) amount of fanfic being written about him, Oikawa Tooru was a very handsome man. Some might even argue (you) that the word pretty comes to mind when talking about the Argentina National Volleyball Team’s setter.

But a little secret that he had and would rather take to the grave is that he was a very, very ugly baby. At least by his standards. You have a running theory that he only thinks that way because Iwaizumi liked to taunt him about it, especially when they were younger.

“Yes Tooru, although I’ve told you pointless times that you were a very normal looking baby, I do recall looking at photos with your mom.” Reaching a hand out from under the warm blanket, you grab his hand that is closest to you and intertwine your fingers. You swear his pout lessens a little before he continued telling you about his current dilemma.

“Well I was scrolling online and you will not believe what I saw” Sitting up without disconnecting your hands, he sits on the bed, brown eyes now directly across from you.

“Well she. Posted. The. Photos.”

A beat of silence passed as he just stared at you, straight faced and serious.

And then you break eye contact by letting out a short laugh, which apparently broke a dam inside you because your free hand came up to cover your mouth as you tried to suppress the fit of giggles you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Oikawa just continues to stare at you, but now he had a dumbfounded expression on his face, as if he hadn’t just told you the worst possible thing to ever happen to him. Realizing you weren’t gonna stop, Oikawa lets out a long drawn whine, closing the gap in between the two of you and throwing his arms around your body, pressing his face into your neck.

The position caused you to uncover your mouth and now the only sound filling the room was your unfiltered laughs. As much as Oikawa loved listening to the noise, he hugged you tighter hoping you would eventually stop being entertained by his misfortune.

“Why do you hate me, babe. What have I done to deserve this mistreatment?”

As your laughter finally dies down, you reach your arms around and hug him back, rubbing one palm up and down his back as the other hand carded his brown moppy hair through your fingers. Your bedroom was now engulfed by a (rare) moment of peaceful silence as you felt him breathing into your neck.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’d have a knack for always being the most dramatic person in a room” A pause before his response.

“...no” An obvious lie, but you let it slide.

“Alright, what are people saying about your photos though? Can’t be that bad”

Sitting up straight again, his arms were still wrapped around your body so he had to crane his neck to look down at you and you find yourself doing a similar motion to look up at him. If anyone else saw the two of you like this, they might find the positioning comedic.

“It’s terrible. Absolutely horrible. This whole thing is a mess. The entire world is making fun of me as we speak.”

Rolling your eyes, you reach for your phone on the nightstand and begin searching for his mother’s post which wasn’t hard considering you closely followed her actively due to her weekly recipe post. And just as you presumed, Oikawa’s mom’s most recent post was a picture of some photos from the album the two of you looked at a few days ago.

You could tell they were pictures of Oikawa during his infant years, but only because you were able to see it in person but…. When you closely examined the post, you were astonished that anyone could even tell what the photo was off. Even though mama Oikawa had skills in the kitchen and taking pictures of the foods she makes, the woman wasn’t as skilled when photographing other things.

“Babe, literally no one can tell what this is a picture of. If I didn’t know any better, it just looks like she took a picture of a photograph of a loaf of bread and posted it.” A gasp falls from his lips, causing you to look back up at him.

“Are you saying I look like a loaf of bread? How dare you!” You are practically rendered speechless.

“No! I’m saying that unless people have seen the real thing, there is no way anyone would guess that it’s a photo of you as a baby. And I’m looking at the comment section right now, no one is saying anything about you, most people are asking what it even is.”

“What? I swear people were saying stuff” Snatching your phone, he also begins to scroll before he comes across a comment that read:

that’s the stupidest looking baby I’ve ever seen

Turning the phone to show you, he pointed at the words on the screen, giving you a wide eyed I-told-you-so look.

“See??” Looking at him, you gave Oikawa a blank stare.

“Tooru, Hajime is that one who commented that” Flipping the screen back around, his eyes quickly scan for the person who typed out the atrocious words and staring right back at him is Iwa-chan’s username, and profile pic of the gym he worked at.

“Oh”

Pondering his existence, Oikawa almost misses the snort you let out if it wasn’t for the explosion of laughter you let out.

Again

♡ hello! thank you for finishing my first work, i hope you enjoyed it. i would love any type of constructive criticism, either in regard of my writing, theme, or anything else

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♡ thank you (again) and warmest regards, ms. purple

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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had you said the words

obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader

word count: 7.5k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (oral m and f receiving, general sexual content, obi-wan is a virgin but they don’t actually fuck but yeah) swearing, think that’s it??

a/n: obi wan i love youuUuUuUu. okay in honour of the show coming out i am finally letting go of this lil thing I made. i wrote it months ago but never felt like it was good enough to post but here we are!! im feeling okay about how it turned out so i hope u enjoy and if you didn’t just lie and say you did!!! also this is inspired by that one line from the clone wars u know the one. okay that’s enough goodbye!

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“This is ridiculous! You can’t do this!” You shout to the Jedi council. In front of you is some of the galaxy’s most respected members, the most seasoned generals from the clone wars, and yet not a single one seems to be able to see reason.

“We must. For the good of the Jedi.” Mace Windu says from the corner of the room, not meeting your eye. Your face drops, unable to comprehend their callousness.

“How could you? You know me. I would never jeopardise my career. This is what I’ve done my entire life! I-’

“This isn’t permanent, however the council has made a decision. We cannot afford to have a Jedi falter in their cause - not now, in the middle of a war.” Plo Kloon says, empathy guarded behind the crushing words. So that was that. All this over one decision.

You made one mistake.

One.

During the heat of battle, you lost sight of your focus, lost control, all because of one particular member of the council who sits in front of you now, saying nothing. Obi-Wan cant even look at you, and you dont know if its because of disappointment or if he just doesn’t care as much as you thought he would. Maybe he agrees with them. A sense of anger washed over you and you see him fidget in his chair, locking eyes with you for the first time since the council called session.

“He would have died.” Your voice shakes as you tilt your head towards Obi Wan Kenobi, leaving his gaze to find the rest of the council staring at you. “I saw the situation and reacted. I only did what I had to - to save him.”

“Had to, you did?” Master Yoda croaks from next to Mace, and you shudder a breath under his accusation, but nod.

“Yes.” The council all look at you, well, all except Kenobi, who’s knuckles are going white gripping the side of his chair, and nod. You bow your head, knowing you are fighting a losing battle, and spin to leave the room.

“You are one of the best of us, child. We know you meant no harm, but this is the Jedi way.” Kit calls and you dont get a chance to respond as the doors shutter behind you.

You were heartbroken. All day you had been turning over the events of yesterday in your head, trying to see a way out - another way you could have saved his life without compromising your career. There was none.

It started out as any battle did, the longevity of the Clone wars hardening most Jedi to become seasoned generals. Anakin and Ahsoka took troops around the back to catch the droids from behind, while you and Kenobi engaged the main platoon. It was going well - even perfect, you and Kenobi working seamlessly together, able to read each others minds, know the others thoughts without ever having to look at each other. It had been that way since he found you on Corellia, a teenager with a strong connection to the force and an attitude to boot. He trained you - in spite of everyone who told him you were a lost cause, showed you the ways of the Force and watched you grow into one of the best Jedi in the Republic - you were part of the reason he took a chance on Anakin.

Either way, no matter how well you knew each other, you never could have expected what happened next.

Breaking the droid lines, you breached their hold. This was the main prize, for it contained the systems that held hundreds of documents detailing the battle regiments of the droids entire army, including exact numbers, weaponry and AT-AT deployments. What neither of you knew was that they had one last surprise set up.

As Obi-Wan entered the hold, you could both feel something was off immediately. You told him as much, and said you should wait for Anakin and Ahsoka to arrive so you could go in together and scan for entities. Obi Wan was convinced there was no time, the droids already beginning to regroup outside the hold. He wasn’t wrong, you could feel them caging you in, but he had always taught you to be patient; to clear your mind before rushing into battle. The role reversal threw you off guard as he pushed forward into the hold.

You still felt uneasy, but you didn’t argue and stepped inside with him. It was huge, monotone walls shutting you into a sphere shaped room, two steel doors that shuttering behind you. As Obi-Wan took one more step, you both heard the click at the same time, heads snapping to find each other’s eyes, and you didn’t even think before you reacted.

Obi-Wan turned and threw himself at you before you even got a glimpse of the explosive. Within seconds you knew he would be blown to pieces, but his body would shield the blast from you and the board of computers behind you, which contained the information the entire mission was hinged on. Time stood still. This is what is was to be a Jedi - to sacrifice yourself for the greater good, the bigger cause, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Obi-Wan looked down at you, and his eyes were so piercing - so satisfied in his decision to die so that you will live, and you felt him through the Force, a warm longing drifting into your heart. You knew what he was saying; all the words you could never speak out loud, the thoughts you were too afraid to have in fear he would reject them. It was his final goodbye - and you couldn’t take it.

You threw out your hand, finding the explosive through the Force and flinging it behind you, right behind the computers main frame. The blast went off a split second later, shattering the entire set up and motherboard. The information would be gone, a shimmering snow of computer parts and wires falling around you. All you could focus on, though, was how Obi-Wans’ hand had come up to cup the side of your face, and how warm his skin was against your cheek, the failure of the mission worth every second of contact.

“You saved me.” He had said, voice a whisper under the still falling pieces of the destructed technology. You just nodded, and he didn’t move from on top of you, reminding you how it would have been the other way around had you acted half a second later, and he would have been dead.

His eyes were filled with an emotion you have seen a few times before, but you don’t know what it is. You only know that when he looks at you like that, your heart beat shoots into your throat, and every feeling you tried to lock away when you became a Jedi fights its way back to the surface.

Once Anakin and Ahsoka arrived, they found you both in amongst the rubble, and it wasn’t until the shock had surpassed that you realised you were both all cut up from the debris. They brought you back to the main base, and you weren’t thinking straight, immediately spilling about how you sustained these injuries. You put Obi-Wans life above the Jedi cause, and even though you knew you would get in trouble for it, you couldn’t hide from the truth.

What you hadn’t expected was Obi-Wans complete silence. He hadn’t spoken to you since you arrived back to base, and you were sure he was just preparing for the council meeting where he would back you, abide by your decision, or at the very least say something. He didn’t. Anakin and Ahsoka tried their best to influence the council, but neither of them held the power to do much. Anakin was still not yet a Master Jedi, and Ahsoka; although she had the attitude of one, was not yet a general.

So now you were marching back to your room, empty halls of the ship seeming colder and colder the further you get from Obi-Wan. You knew what you did betrayed the sacred oath you made the day you put on your Jedi robes. Jedi did not make emotional connections, the order had to be put first, and the good of the galaxy depended on it. You knew you risked countless lives by losing that critical information, and you knew you would be reprimanded.

You didn’t regret it though.

You were always a rule breaker, a little bit of a rebel in regards to the orders strict guidelines on that kind of behaviour - how were you to truly care about the galaxy if you had no one in it to protect? It was human nature to form connections - and practically impossible not to care in the case of Obi-Wan’s life. Did they expect you not to attempt to save him, even when there was a way to do so?

Obi-Wan was one of the many times you broke the rules. You were infatuated with him ever since you met him - he was significantly older than you, yes, although not by so much it would be deemed inappropriate. You were both adults, so it was more your occupations that kept you from admitting your feelings. He found you on Corellia, sacrificed his time and patience to mould you into the perfect fighter, fought for your right to train beside the Jedi even with your training being so late. He stuck up for you your entire life, and it made his silence that much more painful.

You finally trudged through the ship far enough to find your room, and as you go to enter, you feel two familiar figures come up behind you, and a female voice calls your name.

“We were waiting outside, but they made us leave after they called the session.” Ahsoka says, and she reaches out to hold your arm, careful to miss the bandage holding you together.

“It’s fine. Nothing happened we didn’t already know would happen.” You knew they would remove your titles - take away your leadership of your battlement. It was a glorified way of grounding you, sending you to your room as if you were a child.

“What of Obi-Wan? There has to be a way to change their mind. He has to be trying.” Anakin says, shaking his head. Him and his master have always gotten along, and their bond is one that rivals brothers, but you know Anakin takes after you in the attitude department, so as he paces up and down the corridor, you know he’s as pissed as you.

“What of him? He couldn’t even look at me. I don’t think he even blinked the entire session.” You scoff, and even Ahsoka shakes her head, more confused than angry.

“He’s going to have to speak up sometime.” Ahsoka says, and releases your arm.

“He will if I have anything to say about it. Padmè will talk to the council about the diplomatic influence, she’s already speaking to the other generals. We will have you back out there in no time.” Anakin’s eyes are fiery, and you smile at the man who was once a boy, small and unsure now so confident and clear.

“If he wanted to, he would of. Thank you, both of you for your help, but I’m just going to have to ride this one out. There’s nothing I can do about it now.” Both of them look at you with the same sympathetic frown, and you would laugh at how similar they are if you weren’t feeling so defeated.

“For what it’s worth, I would have done the same thing.” Anakin says, and he steps forward. You know he’s talking about Padmè, and you nod, a mutual understanding of the conflicting emotions of the Jedi way. They both turn to leave, and you can hear the hushed conversation of their plan as they round the corner.

You enter your room and fall onto the bed, the air rushing out as soon as your head hits the pillow. The past few days have been entirely exhausting, and you weren’t just thinking about the cuts and bruises that now littered your skin. This little incident has forced you to really own up to your feelings towards Obi-Wan. The way you felt when you were faced with the possibility of him dying tore you to shreds, and the strength of those emotions were impossible to draw up to just an admiration of a friend, or a small crush born of gratitude. You were in love with him, and you had been for a while. You knew it was wrong and you wanted to fight it, fight the feeling you drowned in whenever he was in the room, whenever he smiled at you or pulled you away to talk about battle plans, knowing no one else would understand the way he thinks but you.

It also forced you to think about how he may feel about you. He reacted so quickly, throwing himself on top of you when the explosive dropped, and the look in his eye told you he wouldn’t of regretted dying for you. His Force - the energy you knew so well felt different - like he was reaching into your body and touching everything inside you, giving you no option but to yield to him. The intensity of it - it was nothing you had ever felt before.

It made it hard to breathe, thinking about that. Would he have ever felt the same? He was one of the most accomplished Jedi in the galaxy, surely there was no way he would return those feelings, right?

It was impossible - you and him, for so many reasons, the main one being how you were now banned from fighting, banned from council meetings and practically shunned from the Republic just for presenting the idea that he meant more to you than you let on. One mistake, you said to yourself, but you weren’t entirely sure it was a mistake.

Your eyes began to close, and even with everything in your life being pulled apart, you can’t help but drift off. Your energy is drained, and maybe that’s why after you fall into a deep sleep, you don’t feel Obi-Wan’s presence at your door before he knocks, softly, almost as if he doesn’t want you to hear it.

You know its him as soon as you open your eyes, able to recognise his energy anywhere, but when he says your name, you throw the blanket off and move to open the door.

Dull lights from the hallway don’t show you any emotions on his face. It has to be the middle of the night. His hair is out of place and he looks so unlike himself. He is almost always put together, in his robes and armed with his lightsaber, but he stands in front of you in just a few layers and no weapon to be seen.

“Wh- What are you doing?” He shifts his weight onto the other leg and finally looks at you.

“I needed to see you. The council held me all day. May I?” He motions to behind you. Was he asking to come in to your room, at three in the morning? After what has just happened?

“I don’t know if thats a good idea, considering.” Your voice is small. The truth is that you do want him to come in, more than you’ve wanted anything. To have him in close quarters, all to yourself - it’s what you’ve wanted for years, and you hate that you have to sound even slightly hesitant.

“If you don’t want to see me, I understand. I’ll go.” He steps backwards and your hand shoots forward to grab the wrist of his robe before you can think.

“No! I do.” Damn, you folded fast under those puppy dog eyes he was giving you. You step out, looking left and right. The hallway is completely empty, and you dont have long before the skeleton crew of night guards come back through on their rotation. “Come.”

He moves swiftly past you and closes the door behind him, you going to sit on the edge of your bed. You sigh, trying to get a hold of the swirling array of emotion twisting in your stomach. It felt similar to wanting to puke. On one hand you want to scream at him, demand him to answer for the way he acted, or rather didn’t act in the council meeting.

On the other, you want to take advantage of this time. You have already lost the one thing that kept you from admitting your feelings to him, what more could you lose? You don’t get a chance to decide, because he speaks first, standing in front of you.

“I wanted to apologise. The way that I behaved today - it was cowardly. I should have spoken sooner.” You were nodding, but when he says sooner you look up at him and tilt your head. “When the council dismissed you, I felt the true consequence of my actions. I ordered a reconsideration.”

That makes your eyes widen a little. The thought of the Obi-Wan Kenobi arguing with the entire council on your behalf makes the heat in your cheeks heavier, and you look away, hoping he can’t sense it.

“A reconsideration?” You repeat, and he nods.

“Yes. I was afraid I may of found my bearings too late, but I explained how your actions were only fuelled by your respect for me, and that you would have done the same for any council member had they been in my place. I know how much you respect the order and your superiors, and I told them as much. We have a… unique connection, something other people might not completely comprehend. I explained as best I could.” You blink, trying to take in every word, but you are stuck on the first part. Your actions weren’t fuelled by respect. Your heart acted before your mind did, and he had just lied to the council for you, because he knew it too.

“I find it hard to imagine you had anything to say, considering you stayed so silent during the three hours of my own hearing.” Anger bubbles up your chest at his dismissing statement, and he rubs his hands over his face.

“I apologise. I was - not in the right mind to speak. I was afraid I would only make the situation worse.” His voice shakes slightly as he stops talking.

“So, you lied.”

“I did not lie. You deserve your place, on the battle field and on that council one day. I will not let this incident ruin your career. Not over something like this.” The unsaid words hang in the air, thick as smoke.

Not over me.

“You did lie. You told them I did it out of respect.” You can’t look at him, nerves starting to break up that anger you felt as his voice gets softer. He says your name again, and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for his response.

“I also told them about what I did. You are not the only one who acted on instinct. I was unprepared; arrogant even. I should have listened to you.” You scoff and shake your head. “Tell me how I can make this right.”

“Look, whats done is done. Thank you for speaking in my favour, but the council has made up their minds.” Defeated, and convinced you weren’t going to hear what you so desperately wanted to hear, you move further away from him on the bed and let your back rest against the wall. He was quiet for a moment, letting you sigh and sink into the wall. Maybe he thought you were going to continue - he seemed to be anticipating something. After a while, though, he starts to fidget and shifts his weight to the other side again.

“I know you have more to say to me. Argue with me; yell at me, if you must. Just speak to me.” He finally speaks. You dont remember ever seeing him this unsteady. You sigh again and find his eyes, already looking at you, pleading.

“You threw yourself at me. You would have died today if I hadn’t thrown that explosive. Do you really expect me to believe you also did that out of respect for the Jedi?” His face doesn’t change, he doesn’t even move. “Because I didn’t. I didn’t think about the Jedi, or the information on those computers. I wasn’t even thinking about myself. I thought of you. I wanted to save you.” The confession sheds a weight of your shoulders you didn’t even know you were carrying, and your mouth is suddenly dry as Obi-Wan continues to stare at you. He goes to speak and his voice cracks, so he swallows hard and tries again.

“I wanted to save you too.” You think you stopped breathing. “If you had gone in first, you would have.... It would have been my fault. I couldn’t bare it; to lose you would destroy everything.” Your eyebrows furrow together and you slide off the bed, standing only a few steps from him.

“Destroy your plan to get me on the council?”

“It would destroy me.” You see it beginning to crack; the fragile glass ceiling that kept your deepest secrets below. You suck in a breath as his voice cracks and he keeps talking somehow. “What you said, about lying to the council. You are right. You know I respect you as a general, and I want all those things I spoke about for you. I want to provide that for you. To think you would lose that because of me - it couldn’t happen.”

It couldn’t happen.

This, the heat swirling in between you in the dimly lit room, it couldn’t happen. It would mean the destruction of both of your lives, and you knew that. You never expected him to say any of this in front of the council, but a small part of you dared to hope he would say it to you.

“I understand.” Your head drops, and you see his hand rise up, and a finger coming underneath your chin. Your breath hitches as he gently brings your face back up to his, the warmth of his skin a welcomed return. This was it. The crossing of the invisible line. It felt so much easier to do now that you were here. You resist the urge to press into his touch.

“I lied to the council, but I am not sure how much longer I can lie to myself.” His eyes search yours for any sign of confusion, or resentment, or anything other than the heavy longing that has been building over years and years of close proximity. However, its you who hesitates this time, although you dont pull away.

“Obi, this - I won’t let you risk your position for this. Mine is already at threat, we can’t - I know what the order means to you. I couldn’t - ”

“Had you said the words, I would have left the Jedi Order.” Your heart flutters and your stomach drops. Left? “I nearly lost you yesterday and I - I don’t know what to do. How can I continue on this path when I feel this way? The one thing that feels right - how can it be viewed as so wrong?” You step towards him this time, wanting to be closer.

“You mean you-”

“When I threw myself over you yesterday, it was because I couldn’t imagine living in this galaxy if you were not by my side. You are the only thing worth more than this. Any of this. I want - truely, I want to serve the republic - the planets, bring aid and peace where I can and protect those who cannot fend for themselves. It is all I’ve wanted my entire life. I never knew I could- that I would want anything else- until I met you.” You bring your hand to cover his own on your face, and he closes his eyes when your hands thread together.

“You won’t have to leave this behind. I swear. I’ll talk to the council, admit it was my fault. We can figure this out, together.” You can’t compute his confession, not yet, not when he’s going down this road of throwing everything he’s worked for out the vat - for you.

“You will do no such thing.” Your face is screwed up with worry and your anxiety of the danger of confessing your feelings is creeping up, but you feel his energy mixing with your own, and he is so calm and steady it makes your hands stop shaking.

“I care for you, too. A little too much, I think.” He smiles for the first time in days, absorbing the heat of your words and letting them sink into his skin. “We- we just need time. We can figure this out. Let this whole thing settle down first.” You nod at your own plan and hold his hand tighter to your face, not wanting the contact to end.

“Whatever you want, I will make sure of it. I will not silence myself again, I swear it.” You smile this time, and his thumb comes to run over your bottom lip. His eyes widen with the contact, as if he’s surprised by his own actions.

“I know why you did now. You didn’t want them to think it was true. Because you already knew how I felt about you, didn’t you?” You smile a little and he mirrors it.

“You were never all that proficient at hiding how you feel. It took everything in me to cover your anger during the session.” You think of how he was so concentrated, looking almost in pain as he watched you in silence. “But yes, I have known of your feelings for a while, although I wasn’t sure if they were aimed at me.” You step forward again, and you can feel his chest against yours, robes brushing your bare arms.

“How long?”

“A few months. My own - affections, however, have been stirring for quite longer, if I am honest with myself.” He almost sounds ashamed, and you want to punch every single council member for making him feel that way.

“If it makes you feel better, I have definitely had a crush on you for longer than that.” He breaths out a laugh, and you feel it on your cheeks.

“Is that so?” You loved this side of him, teasing and lighthearted. It was rarer these days, but it made you feel warm inside that he let you see it.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” You roll your eyes and grin at him, and he closes the distance between you. He doesn’t kiss you, but he’s close enough that if you stuck your chin out just a fraction, your lips would touch. Your legs feel like jelly and you are sure he can feel how nervous you are through the energy you must be putting out, but you never hide it. Not from him. You hear him swallow, and you keep your eyes closed.

Just in case.

“I don’t know what this is.” He says, his honesty making you feel a lot more at ease. Neither of you have any idea how to play this, of what is too far. All you know is how badly you want him to kiss you.

“Neither do I.” He nods and leans his forehead to yours. Now all you would have to do is tilt your head, and you could finally feel him against you how you have wanted to all these years. “We can just- go slow. Okay?”

“Slow.” He says and you can feel him sigh, and then he moves. He tilts his head. You stay deadly still, afraid to scare him off. As much as you both are completely inexperienced, you are pretty sure he has less an idea than you do. You were 19 when he found you, and didn’t become a Jedi until two years after, so you had some time to experiment in that department, but from what you know, Obi-Wan has been dedicated since childhood - something you admire about him.

His breathing picks up and his lips brush against yours. He was right there, all you had to do was move. He makes a small sound in the back of his throat and you cant contain yourself anymore. You move your head to capture his mouth in yours.

The kiss is as perfect as any first kiss you could imagine. It was sweet, no tongue, just slow, simple movements as you both explore the feeling of each other. His free hand comes to your hip on instinct, pressing you harder against him. He clearly wasn’t prepared for his own action again, a moan of surprise vibrating against your lips as your bodies come together. You move both of your arms around his neck, one tangling in his messy hair.

As you start to find a rhythm, the hand on your hip gets tighter, needing you to be closer, to touch more of him. You need it too, and as much as you wanted to rip his clothes off right now, your sense of urgency is dulled by the unknown of if this would ever happen again, so you were going to be as slow and explorative as possible.

You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, and you feel him jolt a little under the movement. It sends warmth through your entire body to know how affected he is by you, and it only makes you want to give him more. You owed everything to him, your entire life, and you wanted to show him just how much you appreciated him.

He opens up to you and you slide into his mouth, the feeling of him moving against you making you moan. The sound mades him tense, and he gets a little more desperate with his movements, kissing you a little harder and walking to back you up against the bed. You spin and push him back, and his legs give out so he sits on the edge.

He looks up at you, chest heaving. He extends his arms and you take the hint, straddling him and bringing your mouth back to his. Both of his hands stay off your ass, one coming back on your hip, which you think he likes because he can create the tiniest amount of friction between you, the other resting on the small of your back. You keep your arms around his neck and he twists his head a little, inching your hand back up into his hair. You smile a little and oblige him, twisting your fingers through the soft strands.

You start to feel him harden underneath you, but you don’t want to push him. Instead, you just follow the grip on your hip and start to move when he does, grinding against him ever so slightly. He moans instantly, a deep, low sound that vibrates to your bones. You do it again, and he gasps, so you tear your lips away from him to let him breath. His mouth chases yours and you giggle.

“I don’t think I will ever get enough of that.” He murmurs as he kisses your nose. You roll your hips again and his spine straightens, capturing your lips in another kiss. “Or that.”

“So greedy.” He laughs and kisses you again, and you can tell he’s not really sure where to go from here as his grip begins to loosen on your hip. “Have you ever..?”

He shakes his head, and drops his forehead to your chest. You let the tips of your fingers lightly scrape against his scalp and he ‘hmms’ under his breath, enjoying the sensation but also hiding from you.

“Thats okay. We don’t have to do anything. I just want to be with you right now. Whatever that means.” He looks up and kisses you again. You know what this would mean, the final nail in the coffin for him.

Technically, its the emotional connection that the Jedi do not allow. The physical side of things is not forbidden, as long as there is no relationship, although most Jedi observe celibacy as a general rule. You have since you met him, it would have been impossible for you to have one without the other.

The movement of your hips is not the problem for him, though. It’s the fact that you both know there is more here than just a physical attraction. You admitted it. This would be breaking the code.

You only care right now if he does.

“I want- Maker. I want to. This is-“ He talks and cuts himself off by kissing you, never finishing a sentence. You look up and laugh and he just kisses your throat, turning to kiss your neck when you look to the side. You stop laughing when you feel his arms wrap around you tighter and a slight scrape of his teeth against the spot that makes you shiver. He pulls back to look at you, and then does it again, kissing and scraping his teeth, biting experimentally.

You can tell he’s enjoying it, and he spends a while moving himself up and down your neck, finding all the little places that make you gasp and hum.

“Oh, Obi. Shit.” Your head drops to his shoulder and your hips start to move on their own. He keeps kissing your neck, starting to suck and bite in the spot he seems to have deemed his favourite. He moans against your skin, and a small fire in the pit of your stomach sparks and warms your entire body. You pull on his hair again, and his hips buck slightly.

“This is okay?” He says against you and you nod and roll your hips again.

“Yes. Yes.” He continues, and that same shiver goes up your spine.

“You are so soft.” His nose drags along your throat and your mouth drops open.

“Can I- Can I touch you?” You ask desperately and he pulls away from your skin, nudging your head up to find your eyes.

“You want to?” He seems genuinely curious, and you nod. Your hands come to his chest and you slide them up to his shoulders, bringing the two layers of robes off his shoulders slowly, giving him ample time to stop you. He helps to pull them off, and then you bring his hands to your shirt. His eyes widen a little at the thought, but you see him try to regain composure.

“Do you want to?” He grabs the hem of your shirt and fists the material.

“Please.” He breaths out and pulls your shirt over your head slowly, goosebumps appearing where his fingertips brush your skin. When the shirt finally comes off he lets his eyes trail along your now exposed skin, just a small bralette holding you from him. You lean back a little so both of his hands can find your ribs, and they run strong lines up and down your sides.

“So soft.” He repeats and you begin to melt into his lap.

You bring your hands to the hem of his shirt, and he clearly is not as patient as you, his own coming over the top and whipping the shirt over his head. You have seen him without his shirt before, sometimes after training he would tear it off before he disappears into his room and you would get a glimpse of his back, but now you were up close and could look as much as you want.

He was built; bigger than he looks under all those robes, and you run your hands over the hard muscle, wanting to remember the feeling of every inch. He keeps one hand on your rib cage and brings the other to your chin to kiss you again.

“You are beautiful.” He whispers, and your heart sparks at the compliment.

“So are you.” You return and he smiles into the kiss. Your hand finds the hem of his pants, fingertips dancing along the seam and he sucks in a deep breath. “We don’t have to do anything. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

“Have you done this? Before.” As much as you want to tell him no if only to make him relax, you can’t lie to him. You nod your head.

“Not for a while. Not since I met you.” This sparks something in his eye, and you would never have picked him for a possessive guy, but it seems he likes the idea of him being the reason you haven’t.

“I have not. I am not sure I know-“

“Anything you do is perfect. Just relax, okay? Let me make you feel good.” He tilts his head as you slide off him, and sits up a little to come with you. You just stop him with your hands on his thighs, and slip your fingers into the waistline of his pants.

You aren’t sure how you manage to be so patient with the way he’s looking at you - eyes wide and bottom lip between his teeth, but you wait. Wait for him to say stop, or to bring you back into his lap and change the direction. He does neither, and you pull ever so slightly, revealing skin you’ve never seen before. You tilt your head up at him and he just nods repeatedly, moving his hips in a silent plea.

“Oh, Maker. What do I d-” With another deep breath, his eyes flutter closed and then back open, trying to figure out if he wants to watch or just feel you. You slide his pants down a little more and you can see how hard he is already. You look up at him again, and he’s staring so intently that you feel he would have said something if he wanted you to stop. His energy is warm around you, like nothing you’ve ever felt and it is full of curiosity and heat. You pull his pants down past his knees.

Sliding in between his legs you bring your face closer to his length, and your breath is hot against his skin. His pants drop to his ankles and he quickly kicks them off.

You start slow, placing a kiss to the inside of his thigh, and his hips jolt in response. You laugh breathlessly, and decide there will be plenty of time to tease him later.

You were going to make this so good for him that he will never be able to think of anything else when he looks at you.

You start at his head, kissing him gently. Then, finding his eyes you lick a long stripe up him from base to tip. He strangles a moan, and his eyes never leave you as you take the tip of him into your mouth and suck gently.

“I-oh maker. Fuck.” You can see the way every part of his body relaxes under your manipulation, and a rush of heat floods your body. Something about Obi-Wan swearing, coming undone because of you makes your own arousal begin to grow, but you try to focus all your energy on him. You stay there for a while, gently sucking and letting your tongue swipe over him, enjoying the little moans he makes every time you do so.

When your sure he’s relaxed, you look up at him again and spit, bringing your hand up to coat his length, making it as wet as you can. His eyes roll back at the image, and every time your hand works him his hips buck to meet you.

You take him into your mouth and hollow your cheeks, letting him fuck your face as much as he wants. He was acting off pure instinct, it’s still slow and a little uncertain but he starts to go a little deeper when he feels you moan around his length, a wordless plea for him to take what he needs. A hand finds your hair, not to push you down but just to hold, a reminder of where he is. The other arm supports his weight as he no longer holds himself up, and you pull off of him after a few strokes, saliva coating your mouth.

“How does it feel?” His eyes are squeezed shut and his abs are flexing so hard he almost looks like he’s in pain. You don’t know why it didn’t occur to you before, but he’s probably also never had an orgasm. It makes you want to work even harder, make him feel even better, so you take him back inside your mouth before he answers.

“So go-ah! So good. Stars- You feel so good. How are you so good?” He’s completely lost in his own pleasure and it makes you feel all tingly in your stomach. You try to keep your eyes on him and work him faster, grip him harder as you push to get him over the edge. You keep pumping him in your hand as your mouth comes off him to catch your breath for a second.

“I can make you feel so much better.” You take him back into your mouth, and the sounds of him inside of you are only muffled by how loud he is, moaning your name and strangled cries every time he hits the back of your throat. Small tears start to form in your eyes but you keep going, every sound he makes only making you feel hotter. You can feel him everywhere - and when you start to take him as deep as you can, he hits the back of your throat once and he shudders.

“Wait! St-stop. Wait.” Immediately you pull off him, and you can see how fucking close he was, the tip of him leaking pre cum and his entire body shaking.

“What’s wrong? Are you ok?” He nods, trying to catch his breath. You wipe your mouth with your thumb, and slip it into your mouth wanting to savour the taste of him.

“Something feels - strange. I don’t know wh-” He’s breathing so hard it takes him a moment to get the words out in a way you understand - but you know. You know exactly what he’s going to say, and save him from his clear embarrassment when you lean up to whisper on his ear.

“Good strange? Or bad?”

“I can’t- good. Overwhelming; I can’t feel a-anything else.” He sounds a little worried, but the pleasure is evident in how he drags out his words. He’s worried because he can’t feel the familiar safety of the Force when his mind goes blank.

“It’s- it’s okay. I promise. Relax, okay? I’m right there with you.” He nods rapidly and even though he’s noticeably a little nervous his body scoots further off the edge, closer to your mouth. You smile and lean in, and he instantly falls right back into his building orgasm.

You work him hard and fast, swirling your tongue and taking him as deep as you can. He gets louder as you get quicker, and you can’t help but moan around him as he thrusts into you with less composure.

“Hol- yes, that’s- right there oh gods-“ His entire body shakes as he cums in your mouth. His orgasm takes all the strength in his body and he falls back, arm giving out as he flops onto the bed. He says your name over and over and it’s like it hits him in waves, you just keep pumping him into your mouth and taking whatever he gives you. His abs are flexing every time you take him into the back of your throat and the slight reaction as he stops moaning your name makes you slow down.

His hand comes over his abdomen and you watch as he begins to come back to his body, the rise and fall of his chest becoming a little more even as you slide him out of your mouth.

“Come here.” He says, his voice so low and thick that you move faster than you thought possible. You come up next to him, and gasp as his hands find your wrists and he pins you against the bed, both of you vertical on the bed and your head perfectly centre on the pillows. He looks over you, completely naked and kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding into your mouth. He was a quick learner. The taste of him is still on your tongue, and the mixture of his mouth makes your head spin.

“Was that okay?” You ask under him and he presses a short kiss to your lips and then laughs.

“You are joking, right? That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt.” You blush at the way he looks at you, completely enamoured. “I want to make you feel like that.” You freeze and all the blood in your body rushed to your core. A look of determination you’ve seen from training covers his expression.

“You don’t have to, don’t feel like ob-“

“Let me make you feel good.” He purrs your words from earlier in your ear and your eyes flutter closed as he pulls your pants down your legs. He leaves your underpants on, and shifts so his body is between your legs. He hangs above you, and the way his eyes drop down to your underwear and slowly work their way back up to your face makes you feel hot all over. He stays like that, above you as he does something you can only describe as admiring you.

One of his hands brushes over your stomach, fingers tracing aimless lines along your skin. You try to stay as still as possible, but the way he looks at you, how he runs his hands so so close to the hem of your underwear, and then slide away to explore somewhere else. It isn’t long until your squirming underneath him.

“Please, Obi-Wan.” He blinks a couple times, focusing back on what he was doing.

“Sorry. Your beautiful.” He leans down to press a kiss to your stomach, and then copies what you did to him, moving down your body, kissing your thighs and it making your back arch. “Show me.”

“Wh-what do you want to do?” He looks up at you and, after seeing you smile at him encouragingly, slowly drags your underpants down your legs, making sure his fingertips touch all the exposed skin they can on the way. Then he lays down between your legs, and looks up at you, awaiting instruction. “Fuck. O-okay.”

You open your legs a little more and let your hand tangle in his hair. He leans into that touch, and he ‘hmms’ again as you run your fingertips through it. He kisses your thighs again, and his tongue darts out to lick the skin there a little bit. You realise he’s still waiting.

“Just- anything. Please touch me.”

“Hmm. You never were a good teacher.” Your jaw drops open and you laugh without making a sound, way too distracted with how sexy he looks between your legs.

“Give me your hand.” He does as you ask, and you run his hand down over your stomach. His hands are softer than you thought, and when you bring one of his fingers over your clit, you let out a long moan of his name.

You show him how you would touch yourself, but somehow it feels a hundred times better with his hand. He follows your motions and you let go, fisting the blankets as he copies you. It takes him a moment but he never takes his eyes off you, watching as each time he touches you right your body reacts, and faster than you were prepared for he starts to build a perfect pattern.

“Like this?” He applies more pressure and you arch further off the bed. Of course he would be a fast learner. You feel him move closer, his breath hot on your arousal. You nod frantically and moan in a loud, long release. “What about this?”

“Oh fuck! Yes, just like that!” He flicks his tongue over your clit. You don’t remember a time you’ve been this sensitive so fast, but then again you’ve never had someone as incredible as Obi-Wan Kenobi between your legs. He swirls his tongue in the same pattern he was creating with his fingers and the feeling intensifies, your nerve endings buzzing with pleasure.

“Need more. Wanna feel you.” You break out between gasps and he unfortunately takes his expert mouth off you to answer.

“Okay, darling. Show me, okay?” He brings his hand up again and you quickly bring two of his fingers into your mouth and suck on them. He never takes his eyes of you, the image of you sucking his cock earlier surely running through his mind. You run his hand back down and guide them to your entrance and he slides them into you.

“Move them- oh, shit - up. Just a little.” You prop yourself up on your forearms but your head drops back as he curls his fingers inside you, and you practically sob when he does it again while returning his mouth to your clit.

He starts slow, and you are too enveloped in your own pleasure to give him instructions, but it’s like he reads your body. You both work so in sync with each other on the battle field and in meetings, it makes sense he would be able to give you exactly what you were so desperate for without having to speak. He can feel every time he does in the right way, when his tongue and his fingers sync up, and he chases the form every time.

Once he figures out a pattern that makes you squirm he goes faster. The pace makes your eyes roll in the back of your head thinking about how good he makes you, and only you, feel.

“Right there. Oh m-“ He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks. If you thought he was loud, you were definitely louder as you cry out, begging him not to stop.

“So- stars; so pretty.” He says and you can feel the heat of his words on your wetness. “And so wet. For me?”

“Yes. Always for you.” He groans and goes faster and faster, his entire mouth exploring the taste of you while still hitting that spot that makes you cry out.

“So fucking warm. Thought about this - feel perfect.” The lewdness of his words make your legs begin to shake and you can’t see - can’t feel anything but the earth shattering sensation filling every part of your body.

Pleasure builds faster than ever and you can’t prepare for how hard you cum in his mouth. Everything flashes in sparkles of heat and melts your mind until you can’t think - pulling his hair and riding his face through your pleasure.

Your leg muscles were sore already and you manage to open your eyes to see your thighs have seized up around his head, keeping him in place. He doesn’t seem to mind, and although he has taken his fingers out of you his mouth remains, aimlessly tasting you seemingly for his own enjoyment. He has no idea the effect he’s having on you, and his tongue brushes over your clit occasionally, the overstimulation making your lungs burn.

“Oh Maker. Obi please come here.” You say, and your shakey legs drop open from his head. He looks up at you, and takes a final taste of your pussy before crawling up your body, kissing you.

“You taste sweet.” He whispers into your mouth. There’s something about how dirty the words are mixed with how proper and polite he always is that makes your legs shake for a different reason, and you pull him down next to you, curling your body into his.

“You are amazing.” It’s his turn to blush, and you see a little red come across his cheeks in the dim light of the room.

“Hardly in comparison, my love.” Your heart is slamming in your ears. That was your favourite nickname, you think. He brushes the hair out of your face, a finger tucking it behind your ear so he can see you better.

“Can you stay?” He shouldn’t. You know he shouldn’t, because if anyone sees him leaving tomorrow everything you both said at the council meeting will be worthless.

“Of course I will stay. As long as you want me to.” You smile into his neck as you bury your face there.

“I want you all the time.”

“Then I will stay all the time.” You both smile, enjoying the simplicity of this moment, knowing it will not last.

“We don’t have to talk about it right now, okay?” You can sense his worry - and you are relieved you sense no regret like you were so sure he would feel. His muscles relax under your words and he nods, pulling your back against his chest so you can feel his slowing heart beat. Somehow - as if it was possible, you feel more connected to him that before. Your energies were always intertwined, but now it’s like they were fused. You could still tell who was who, and they could be taken apart, but together they formed something greater - stronger; and you knew he could feel it too.

You both fall asleep soon after, knowing tomorrow will bring forward a thousand new challenges, with a million new consequences.

You don’t care.

The world could burn down around you, and you would happily watch it, as long as you could do so in his arms. There will be nothing they can take, nothing they can say that will diminish how you feel, and no Jedi Order could convince either of you that what you felt for each other was wrong.

If anything, it made you stronger, and maybe one day you could prove it to them.

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jewishvitya · 10 months

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Looking at the trivia part on YOI wiki just for a bit of fun. Ignore me, I’m not doing well in summer, the heat is killing me.

Kenjirou was planned as Yuri's Planned Design.

Help, Minami is what Yurio was supposed to look like. Yurio was supposed to be an angry chicken nugget.

Georgi is known in Japan as the "pigeon".

DFJGLJGHJLHKL WHY??

Seung-gil has an extreme aversion (a strong dislike or disinclination) to women and vegetables while he likes meat and dogs

Dislikes women and vegetables. That’s the same category. I hate cabbage and also half of humanity. Where’s that meme. “You’re gay because you love men. I’m gay because I hate women. We’re not the same.”

Seung-gil doesn't look good in anything, but he wears sportswear when he dresses himself as he basically has no interest in fashion since he's so devoted to his sport

SDKGHJLSHFGLKFHSLDH “DOESN’T LOOK GOOD IN ANYTHING” WHY SO MEAN TO HIM. He didn’t do anything, he just wanted to skate as a rainbow parrot.

He also has many mischievous friends.

This is about Otabek. What does it meannnnn. I wish I could read the source.

According to SNS, Phichit is one of the Three Most Adorable Men's Figure Skaters in Asia.

The others are Minami and Guang Hong. I love that this is a thing.

The caption on his Instagram post during the credits reads "Reunited with bae".

This is about Chris. Captioning a post with his cat. I want to know if that’s the cat’s name or if he’s just being ridiculous. Probably just being ridiculous.

Chris is near-sighted. He uses contacts when skating.

See, Yuuri, you don’t have to skate practically blind.

Emil does extreme sports during the off season, which makes his coach nervous.

dhfghdjhghjkfg I did not know this. I love. “I swear to god if you come back with a broken leg--”

It is likely that Celestino has a low alcohol tolerance.

The way this is phrased compared to the image of him passed out on the table with Phichit taking pictures

Toshiya does not know much about figure skating as he is more of a soccer fan.

That’s not an excuse, Toshiya, your son started doing it when he was a child.

On the official site, she is described as "the woman of Yuuri's dreams"

About Yuuko. I’m. What fgjhghjlfhkjg Even with my interpretation of Yuuri being bi, this is a lot.

According to Mitsurou Kubo, while the staff did their best to portray the appeal of the skaters, they didn't try very hard with Takeshi.

GSLJHSLKDGKHJLDH SO MEAN

Mila is seen during the Sochi GPF banquet taking pictures of Yuuri Katsuki pole dancing.

And I want to see her pictures too. We got pictures by others, give me hers too.

Sara's Instagram is sala-crispino

And I find this now, years after we had the naming discourse.

Michele is ironically described as a virgin.

The “Ironically” is the part that kills me here.

A portion of Michele's free program is skated by Yuuri Katsuki in the opening credits

Does he deserve the honor? And he was so rude to Yuuri too ( ᓂ��⁾⁾⁾)

Actually this made me think about Viktor deciding to get back at Mickey for disrespecting Yuuri, and encouraging Yuuri to skate his program just because he’ll do it better. I think Viktor is that kind of petty.

Some part of one of Michele's skate program "Serenade for Two" have been a part of Yuri Plisetsky's skate for the opening of anime.

Definitely Viktor’s idea. And Yuri was in on it.

#riki babbles #yoi #yoi thoughts

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wonwooslibrary · 10 months

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in other words, i love you | ksy

member: soonyoung x gn!reader genre: fluff, light angst, roommates!au, 4+1 things, dance student!soonyoung, student!reader, technically college!au but it's not mentioned word count: 2009 summary: four times you jokingly confess to soonyoung, and the one time he seriously confesses to you. warnings: swearing, an argument, a couple loving shoulder smacks bc i think they're cute, mentions of food/eating, y/n bullies soonyoung but it's all loving don't worry! author's note: i finished this after months instead of writing the wonwoo birthday thing that i'm supposed to post in like ten days lmao oops but a big shout out to @kthpurplesyou for beta reading this for me!! bee, i love u sm you've become such a good friend of mine over the past couple months !! i love all your writing and aaaa ur just amazing thank you !!! i am now on my way to work so have a wonderful day everyone & enjoy some short soonyoung fluff <3

The First.

What is one thing that everyone wishes was free all the time? Of course, it’s food, and you were definitely someone who loved free food. So, when you saw the new ramen and boba place in the local mall was open, you were convinced. Your goal for today: get Soonyoung to pay for your lunch..

“Soonie, you love me, don’t you?” you questioned your best friend, tugging a bit on his sleeve.

“I cannot believe you even had to ask that! Of course I do!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a quick, but meaningful hug.

“Okay so, if you love me like you say you do…” your voice droned on. “You should totally take me to the new boba shop. Please!” you held out the end of the word, begging the man.

Soonyoung looked away from you and moved his gaze to the ceiling of the store before he sighed.

Exhaling loudly, he grabbed your hand and walked with you towards the restaurant. You quickly cheered with the hand that wasn’t in Soonyoung's.

After arriving and ordering, you picked an empty booth to sit in as you both waited for your order number to be called.

"Thanks for paying, Soonie."

Soonyoung smiled, his teeth showing. "You're welcome, I-" He was interrupted by the sound of their order number being called.

Soonyoung stood up. "I'll grab them."

“Are you sure? It might be a lot for you to carry by yourself,” you tried to stand up to help. “Let me help you.”

Soonyoung put his hand on your right shoulder and lightly pushed you to sit down again. “It’s fine, I got it.”

Coming back to the table from the second (and last) trip to get their food, Soonyoung sat back down across from you, making quick work of taking his wooden chopsticks apart.

Immediately picking up your boba, you began swinging your legs a bit before speaking with a bright smile.

"Soonieee!"

Lifting his head up from his rice to look at you, Soonyoung smiled brightly. "Yeah?"

"I love you," you took another sip of your tea. "And boba. I think I love boba more though."

Soonyoung laughed. "I'm starting to think that you like the boba more than my friendship."

The Second.

“Hey Y/N, do you want to do something today?”

Looking up from your novel, you focused your gaze on Soonyoung. “It depends. Where do you want to go?”

“They opened a new arcade down the street from that bookstore you really like. I wanted to check it out sometime, so I was just thinking that you could join me.”

You smiled. “Of course I’ll go with you Soon! Give me like ten minutes to get ready?” You gestured to the pajamas that you were currently lounging in.

“Of course! I’m so excited!” Soonyoung sprinted off back to his room, most likely preparing the most ridiculous outfit imaginable.

You shook your head and got up from the couch after placing the receipt-bookmark on the page before closing the novel.

After getting dressed and grabbing a quick snack from the kitchen, you sat and waited patiently for Soonyoung, who sprinted down the stairs and stumbled about half way through, tripping a bit and catching himself on the wall.

Of course, as one does when their best friend almost faceplants, you laugh. “Good going. You should do that again so I can record it.”

Soonyoung, peeling himself from the wall, gave you an exasperated look. “Ha ha ha,” he walked into the kitchen. “Very funny.”

You looked up at him. “You’re right. It was.”

Soonyoung smacked your shoulder lightly before grabbing his keys off the counter. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.”

About twenty minutes later, you learned that you should never agree to going to an arcade with Soonyoung. You watched from the sidelines, sweating, as he absolutely demolished the DDR machine he found in the corner of the small inner-city arcade.

Winning another round (and yet again breaking the highest score), Soonyoung got off the arrow-covered platform and walked to where you were sitting.

“Are you sure you don’t want to challenge me again? I can go easy on you!” Soonyoung smiled, his gums showing.

Laughing loudly, you argued with the man. “If you think I’m getting back on that,” you looked at the platform in disgust. “Thing, you’re absolutely insane. I love you so damn much Soonyoung, but you can’t pay me to get back on that.”

Soonyoung scoffed. “It’s not that hard!” “I’m sure you don’t think it is!”

The Third.

The first thing you noticed after the countless minutes of sitting in this brightly lit room was that it was hot. You were leaning against the wall, phone on a tripod focused on Soonyoung’s movements in the wall-length mirror.

“Soonyoung!” you whined. Across the large room, Soonyoung looked up from the ground, his thoughts interrupted.

“Yeah?”

“Is there no air conditioning here? Like come on, it’s a dance practice room! Do they expect their dancers to die from heat every day?”

Soonyoung smiled, “They’re working on fixing it right now. Something broke somewhere in the building so now the whole floor is not getting AC.”

“That’s awful. Terrible. A crime to humanity!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I'm here every day. Though, they said it should be done within the next couple of days, so don’t worry about it.”

Soonyoung begins the music again, and he begins dancing his routine, movements sharp and well crafted. But, as Soonyoung dances, the temperature of the room increases, and there is only so much a couple of revolving fans can do.

When Soonyoung is done dancing, he turns to face you. “How was that?”

You nodded and clapped. “It was amazing! Though, I’m dying. You’re lucky I love you, otherwise I would have left an hour ago.”

Soonyoung smiled. “But you like the dance? I’ve been working on it for a while and I really just want to be done with it.”

“Yeah! It’s amazing. You know that every dance you do is going to be perfect by the end of it! You’re incredibly talented!”

“Thanks, Y/N. Let’s go back before you melt into a puddle that I have to mop up off the floor.”

“We both know if that happened, you’d be making Chan mop the floor. There’s no way you’d do it yourself.”

The Fourth.

The movie that was playing at full volume on Soonyoung’s TV was not your first choice, and you made that extremely clear to Soonyoung as you both sat next to each other on the couch for your weekly movie night.

“I just don’t understand why you’d want to watch a horror movie when you know that you’re going to be more scared than the characters on the damn TV!” you argued to your best friend.

“Oh, come on you scaredy cat! It’s not going to be too bad! Jihoon said this one wasn’t that bad!”

Wrapping yourself in the blanket Soonyoung kept on the couch, you refuted the statement. “There is a 99 percent chance that Jihoon was saying that just to fuck with you in hopes you get so scared you call him crying so he can laugh at you.”

Soonyoung thought about your statement for a second before wrapping his arm around you. “Okay, while you do have a point there,” he began, “I don’t think Jihoon hates me that much!”

“While he might not hate you that much, he doesn’t love you like I do---of course he’d pull a useless prank on you like that.” Once the words came out of your mouth, you could feel your heart start beating faster at the words you just said. It feels…different, somehow.

“Of course! He can’t love me nearly as much as you do!” Soonyoung yays, hugging you and rubbing his hair into your cheek.

Grimacing, you complain, “Okay, okay, please get your greasy hair off of my face.” Placing one of your hands on Soonyoung’s hairline, you push him away.

Soonyoung lets go of the hug and leans to the other direction, pouting. “Y/N doesn’t love me anymore!”

The One.

“Soonyoung! Did you seriously?” you mutter to yourself. After a long day in classes and stressing about the endless amount of assignments you have to do, the last thing you wanted was to come home to the shared apartment and see piles of dirty dishes by the sink. Of course, it wasn’t only the dishes that upset you: the living room was a mess of snack wrappers and empty water bottles and the TV was still on, the sleep screen lighting up the living room. The couch and coffee table were both pushed out of the way to create Soonyoung’s mini dance studio in the living room.

“Kwon Soonyoung! Where are you?” you yelled up the stairs.

Soonyoung peeked his head out of his bedroom door to see you halfway up the stairs. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Did you forget to do something?” Soonyoung tilted his head, thinking.

“I don’t think I forgot to do anything? Why?”

“The sink is filled with dishes! Didn’t you say you were going to stop doing that? And the living room is a mess! None of the furniture is put back and there are wrappers everywhere! You promised that you wouldn’t leave stuff around all the time!” you angrily tell your best friend off.

“I’m sorry! I forgot about it, I’ll go clean everything right now!” Soonyoung came out of his room and headed towards the stairs.

“No, it's fine. I got it, just-” you sighed heavily. “Actually remember to do your chores next time, and put the living room back together.” With that, you walked back down the stairs to the kitchen, but Soonyoung was hot on your tail.

“It’s not fine! The dishes were my chore and it’s my mess in the living room, just- move and I’ll do it.” Soonyoung began cleaning the dishes out of the sink in order to fill it with water.

You tilted your head down to the floor, eyes watering. The angry reaction you had was finally hitting you, making you feel terrible about yelling at your best friend.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Soon.” You wiped a tear off your face. “I really d-didn’t mean to. I've just had an awful day and I didn’t think about what I was doing or saying.”

Soonyoung turned to face you, hands covered in suds. “Y/N, it’s fine. Please don’t cry,” he wiped his hands on the closest towel to him before wrapping his hands around your upper arms and making eye contact.

“I promise everything is fine -- you were right to yell at me, because I did promise you I would stop doing these things. I love you, Y/N, more than anything, and that doesn’t stop just because you told me off for something.”

Your eyes widened as Soonyoung kept talking. This action led Soonyoung to make a similar face, finally realizing what he said.

“You…love me? That much?” you questioned in a meek voice, still wide-eyed.

Soonyoung’s cheeks turned red and he looked away before whispering a small, “Yeah, I do.”

When he finally looked back at you, he smiled. “Yeah,” he spoke louder. “I didn’t mean to say it in this context,” He looked around quickly. “But I guess now is better than never.”

The dried tears on your cheeks begin to stiffen, but it doesn’t stop you from smiling as widely as physically possible. “I love you too, Soonie.”

You wrapped your arms around your best friend newfound lover, tightly squeezing. Of course, Soonyoung hugged you back.

You both quickly pulled apart when two voices scared you.

“Soonyoung? Are you guys done making out in the middle of the kitchen?”

“Hi, Y/N!”

Turning around, you saw Soonyoung’s friends, Seungkwan and Seokmin.

“Hi guys,” you began. “I guess that explains the living room being a mess?” you ask Soonyoung.

He nods, laughing a bit. “Yeah.”

You smile. Of course.

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saltygilmores · 1 month

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls: 3x8 Let The Games Begin (Aka Let The ShitCircus Begin) (Send In The Clowns) (Send Help) (Part 1)

You can read my thoughts on all previous episodes in my Pinned Post. Ladies and Gentlemens, do you know what time it is? it is officially Literati Kickoff Time.

To get everyone up to speed, in the last episode, Rory recieved a Public Dumping for the Ages, Dean has stepped down as Rory's Primary Male Life Ruiner and handed that crown to Jess, Shane has been eviscerated into a bloody pulp, Lorelai and Luke both missed the showdown at the DM and so Lorelai learned about this tea off-screen sometime between the last episode and this one. It's yet unclear whether Lorelai learned what happened through second hand gossip or if Rory dusted off her Season 1 Balls of Steel and had the courage to inform her mother that Dean was out and Jess was in. Episode Opener: we see Rory and Lorelai walking through town shortly after the dance marathon, complaining about their sleep deprivation and achy feet. ("At least you bitches still have your feet," says Shane's dismembered ghost, looking down at her new webbed swan feet).

What is this shirt? It looks like an octopus ejaculated on this shirt.

Hey baby hey baby hey! J: Hi R:Hey J:Hi Lor: Hi (Who told you you could speak? Butt out, bish) Luke: Hi Jess: Hi R: I have to get to school. J: Me too. R:Bye J:Bye. Bye. Lorelai: Bye (bish, I swear...) R: Bye Luke: Bye Jess: Disappears

Only THE CUTEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED?! That was so cute, they should be immortalized into a pair of Precious Moments figurines. The little plaque on the figurine would be titled "Idiots In Love." So naturally, a certain Grinch in a lavendar blouse has a problem with this and it only further reassures her that Jess is nothing more than A Sex Criminal (who would never murder anyone).

Yay. Lorelai and I are both crying on the inside over this development, but for vastly different reasons. Anyway, look at her hanging her head! This bish is in mourning! Look at how depressed this bish is! Hahaha! Get SAD, BISH! I WILL LICK YOUR SALTY, SALTY TEARS! Ahem. I haven't seen such a somber delivery since the medical examiner delivered the news to Shane's parents that he had positively identifed her mutilated corpse.

Who will visit my home and sift through my panty drawer now? Luke: What happened? Lorelai, somber as a funeral director: Jess happened. Luke, uncharacteristically giddy with excitement: Wow! WOW! This is great! Wow! Rory and Jess! Jess and Rory! This is great! Don't you think this is great! Honestly Luke and Lorelai reflect both sides of my conflicting feelings about the Literati Shit-Circus. Lor: "I'll tell Dean you said that." I'm sure you will before the next time you gargle his dick. I think it's the next episode where Lorelai tells Dean, "Just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did." #Sick

MOMMY FAIL! Rory is 18. She's a fucking adult so leave her alone. Anyway, what does that mean? I think it's code for "It's about time Rory dated a boy who knows how to remove a bra.' Luke: I know Jess is tough (LOL, yeah, he's a real toughie, just look at that last exchange) but he likes Rory and Rory's a good kid. Her good will rub off on him.

You are so full of baloney. You're a Baloney Superstore. You are the Walmart of Baloney. Oh, this episode contains multitudes. Lorelai is insufferable on not just one but two fronts. Heavens to betsy. This is the episode where she has a shit-fit over Richard taking Rory to interview at Yale. One of the most ridiculous Lorelai tantrums I can ever recall, at least in the earlier seasons. Maybe not as insane as "I'd rather my child and I be homeless than accept a loan from my mother to save my termite infested house" but it's up there in the top 5 for me.

I am so brave. Ar FND, Richard invites Rory to embark on said Road Trip to Yale, which shouldn't be a big deal for a child with any other mother besides Lorelai Gilmore, but this is Rory so she is shaking lke a flu stricken chihuaua at the thought of her mother finding out she would ever deign to visit a school endorsed by her grandparents. She reluctantly accepts, then quietly pees her pants.

God speed, girlypop.

Fun with Product Placement time: Rory went to fetch a soda from the kitchen, and my immediate thought was: "These rich bitches better have name brand Coca Cola in their fridge, and not that odd Hansen's soda that Rory is always drinking", and they do. A real honest to god prominently labeled Coke can. Girlypop here is feeling the heavy weight of possibly displeasing her mother in both her romantic and academic choices. She has a lot on her plate right now. While the car is parked in the Gilmore Grands driveway after FND, girly pop musters up the courage to tell Lorelai "Grandpa wants us to go on a road trip to Yale" which causes Lorelai to huff and immediately exit the car. She begins storming back into the house, intent on demanding that her father explain this unbelievably callous and cruel attempt to brainwash her daughter into considering another school besides Harvvard. Rory stops her at the porch. where a lengthy argument ensues. Rory has to (once again) dig in her heels to defend her position against Lorelai over something so STUPID. I am really sitting here watching Lorelai and Rory go back and forth forever just because (ADULT) Rory wants to visit a college campus at the invitation of her own grandfather. Lorelai even calls Richard a "master manipulator" for this evil plot. You know what Rory, stop asking Lorelai for her input. Since you don't have a car, just hop on a bus to New Haven and just fucking go. After comparing the city of New Haven to leftover sludge at the bottom of a coffee pot, Lorelai decides she's going to accompany Rory on the trip anyway, even though its been made quite clear she does not have to go (just like the Sherry Baby Shower). In both instances, Lorelai's presence will ruin everything. Per @frazzledsoul: "Lorelai is so spoiled here. Imagine being a parent of a teenager and your worst problem is what Ivy League school your kid goes to." Amen. The rest of this episode promises to be a complete shitshow of epic proportions. At least the next episode is "Deep Fried Korean Thanksgiving", one of the best.

#gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 3 #denise rewatches gilmore girls #let the games begin #ltgb #literati #jess mariano #rory gilmore #luke danes #send help

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xoxonxo · 28 days

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can anyone let me know if they’d actually read this?? i just started to write and i didn’t want to actually get into this entire fic if no one liked it. i only put a snippet 😭 pls be honest and constructive criticism is appreciated!

i also have a version that only uses you instead of Y/N.

Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

AU- MC is from the Americas, but Hogwarts was the only wizarding school to admit her.

He Says I’m So American! (oh god i’m gonna marry him..)

From the moment Y/N met Sebastian at Hogwarts, he’d make fun of her ‘silly’ accent. He’d playfully critique the way she pronounce her ‘R’s, as well as her ‘T’s and ‘D’s. Or the different ways she’d stress her vowels and sentences, completely different from how the British did. Y/N found it odd, yet it was something that never failed to make her giggle after a long day of fighting spiders in caves and brewing potions with Weasley.

Y/N’s delicate fingers flipped through the pages of her Charms book, the residue of dust still left on her fingers. Catching up with material after material never seemed to end, and most of the time her life seemed to be composed of things outside of the Hogwarts grounds. Tasks seemed to pour at Hogwarts, even if they were as simple as growing some Fluxweed. She breathed out heavily, the strands of hair framing her face blowing upwards in her frustration. Footsteps trudged their way towards her, the wooden floorboard creaking less the closer they approached.

“Imelda, have you done the charms work? I-“, you turned around to face someone who was definitively not Imelda. It was Sebastian.

“How many times have I told you to not come in the girl dormitories without telling me first!” Y/N’s lips pursed, and her foot tapped, matching with the steady rhythm of the clock in the dorm. Sebastian grinned from ear to ear.

“Fine! I’ll just come in with an Invisibility Potion next time.” She chucked her book at him, flustered from his comment. She turned her back towards him, mumbling swears under her own breath, awfully annoyed with his current unwanted presence.

“Okay! Okay! I’ll leave. But hurry down to the Quidditch Field, we want to play a quick game and Imelda is too busy training for her next race.” Y/N tilted her head to the right, glancing over at Sebastian, and tugged at her bottom lip. Her eyes caught the leather book that had just been tossed on the floor, her head simply imagining how frustrated Professor Weasley would be when she found out that she failed to complete another assignment in the required amount of time given by her other professors. Her eyes darted back to Sebastian, defeated, she decided to take in a deep breath and complied.

“Fine. But you owe me two Butterbeers and the answers to these ridiculous questions.”

She pointed at the charms book, “And you must shake your hand on it!” Sebastian complied, raising out his hand, grasping Y/N’s and hastily moving it up and down.

“You Americans and your ridiculous agreements. I’ll never get used to it.”

if you guys do like it, i’ll post it on ao3

#sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #writing #fanfic #pls help #feedback #ao3 fanfic #ao3

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kedsandtubesocks · 10 months

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Bendecido

pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

summary: Javier and the terrible, no good, very bad day (and how you now might be his reminder of better days)

word count: 4.8k

warnings & tags: post season 3 and lovestruck Javi, fluff, just extreme sweet goodness, light sexual allusions but even with that my work is 18+ only mdni

a/n: I’ve been having a tough time & just needed to write something sweet and tender and thought Javi deserves some of that too or maybe we all just do. the title of this is from the juanes song of the same name that inspired this. thank you so much for reading! also a sweet thank you to @skeletoncowboys & @lowlights for everything always

For a Friday, Javi thinks it has to be one of the shittiest he’s seen in a while.

He’s already wondering if he might be fucking cursed.

First he spilled coffee all over himself this morning. After that his trip to the hardware store to just get one item for his dad turned into an hour long hunt with the piece of shit hardware store owner Javier swears is the devil incarnate. Then once he returned home to finish up some last minute chores, Javi caught his finger on the fence gate latch and it hurt so damn bad.

And the only thing that has been getting him through this damn ridiculous day?

Knowing he finally is going on a date with you tonight.

And not just any type of date, he’s doing this one right because it’s with you.

Jesus, you’re special. Javier knew it from the first time he saw you at the bar here in Laredo and you snorted at his corny joke. You rolled your eyes of course, already seeing right through him like he was a damn crystal glass.

But he likes that about you.

There’s honestly so much he likes about you.

It’s why he wants to do this first date right. Because shit, he can’t even remember the last time he had a true first date.

“Don’t forget to pick up flowers.” Pop repeats for the third time and Javi sighs annoyed.

“I know Pop, I know.”

Chucho now sighs understanding to step back. Yes Javi knows he might be letting the nerves get to him, but he does appreciate his dad’s well meant support. Before he leaves, Pop pats his shoulder firmly with a fond warm smile.

“Enjoy tonight mijo, you deserve it.” Then Chucho adds-

“You deserve to be happy again.”

The words weight more than Javi can put his finger on. He can’t help but nod appreciatively at his dad.

“Thanks Pop.”

His Friday can only get better now.

When he arrives at the flower shop by the ranch, Javi can’t even be upset it’s closed. Because he proudly says fuck it and simply drives to your place. And the minute he shows up to your place and you greet him at the door, you brighten his day ten fold.

You’re beautiful, looking so pretty and dressed up that his heart skips over itself.

Javier has to stop from leaning down and kissing you as if it’s the most natural way to greet you, as if he’s always been doing this. Him showing up to take you out, admire how gorgeous you are, and just get knocked out at how lucky he is to be by your side.

Or maybe that’s just what Javier hopes for. That this is the consecration, the start of many more dates with so many sweet moments in between.

“You ready to go?” Javi calmly asks, trying to hide how giddy he truly is. He’s here, with you, and he doesn’t wanna fuck it up.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You smile and it illuminates him from the inside out.

With that he drives you to the restaurant.

He picked this place the same day you agreed to go on a date with him a week ago. He made the reservation that night because he knew how stupidly lavish it was.

The most elegant and fanciest restaurant in town was a daunting one. It’s why he’s in a stuffy blazer and too tight dress shoes. But for you? He wants this. He wants to wine and dine you like the lovely treat you are. Besides, a fancy first day is classic. This feels like it’s the best way to start whatever this is on the right path. He knew it couldn’t go wrong.

Except apparently when it can.

“I’m sorry sir,” the hostess sighs sadly for the second time. “But we’ve checked twice and there isn’t a reservation for Peña anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” Javi is about to scream, maybe even beg. He can’t believe this.

“Is there even a spot at the bar open?” He’s getting desperate. Panic leaks out of his voice like a broken dam he can’t stop.

The hostess frowns, shaking her head. “I’m afraid not. We’re a packed house tonight.”

On a Friday night of course they’d be packed as hell. And of course this would happen.

“Javi, it’s okay.” Suddenly your hand gently rests against his back and your voice floats out a comforting balm. You effortlessly become a steady lifeline.

“Come on, let’s try and figure something else out.”

Javier lets you guide him out of the restaurant like a deflated balloon.

Back in his truck, the most bone aching defeated sigh leaves him as he rubs his face in his hands. There’s no way any of the other upscale restaurants Javi has in mind will have availability this late.

Something inside him starts crumbling. He should’ve known this day was cursed to crap and just rescheduled.

A piece of him wonders if this is the universe telling him he doesn’t deserve an actual sweet normal relationship. Like all the bad shit he’s done finally has cultivated into this bad cloud of some twisted form of karmic punishment and Javi can’t even argue with its arrival.

You’re too good, too dang smart and lovely for him.

This might be the universe just reminding him of that.

“Javier,” your voice floats out a concerned whisper. “Javi, please talk to me.”

When he turns to look at you, he’s mentally kicking himself for making you this upset. Even if you do look adorable with your soft endearing eyes, he doesn’t want to worry you this much.

“I’m sorry cariño,” he reassures you as his hand moves to rest on top of yours. “This night…this day has just been shit. You deserve better.”

“Better?” You ask a bit confused.

“Yeah. You deserve a good first date. Not this.” Javi mutters disappointed.

A moment passes in the stillness of his truck.

“Do you…want to take me home?” Your voice comes out small and Javi swears he catches an underlying thread of disappointment.

“If you want.” He leaves the final decision up to you.

“Javi,” you squeeze his hand and now stare directly at him. A delicate seriousness settles among your lovely features. “I’m sorry this day was hard for you. And I understand if you’re tired and want to reschedule. But…”

But?

“I’m still open to see if we can figure something out tonight.” Your voice floats hopeful and light, a delicate olive branch reaching out to him. Javi swears he feels his mouth drop open a bit in surprise.

“You still wanna go out tonight?” He doesn’t even recognize his own stunned voice.

“Of course! And with you, definitely.” You grin playfully and it sparks a crawl of something warm against his neck.

“Are you sure?” He offers you one final out, like he’s trying to bargain with a damn narco.

“Yes Javi I’m sure!” You laugh. “Now come on, I’m hungry. Let’s get something to eat!”

His heart flutters at how warm your voice is and he squeezes your hand.

“Alright grumpy pants. Let’s get you some food before you chew off my arm.” He teases playful and you cry out without any malice as a smile tugs at your lips.

God he’s already down so bad.

It’s why he’s only thinking about how good your perfume smells in his car, how his hand still feels so warm from holding yours. Javi is so caught up in your presence that he doesn’t even let his nerves get to him.

Except when he arrives at the spot.

The parking lot stretches out among a small cluster of closed shops. Cars are already parked in various spots and in the distance, his plan for tonight glows.

“Okay,” he begins cautiously taking off his seat belt. “I can argue how I think this place is honestly one of the best damn places in town. But, I get if this… might not be your thing or what you had in mind for a first date.”

His eyes rapidly whip to your face to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes stare out from the window and Javi holds his breath. He waits for this day to hit the final nail in the coffin with you wanting to go home.

“You brought me to a food truck?” Your voice sounds intrigued and Javi wonders if maybe you’re staying this composed for his sake.

“…yes.” He hesitantly replies.

“Oh hell yeah!” That’s when you answer so effervescent, so excited, that it colors your voice and dances across your face. Javi swears you’ve never looked more beautiful.

Your eyes sparkling flicker to his. “Alright, let’s go!”

His heart flies out of his ass but in the best damn way. He scrambles out of his seat and rushes to open the door for you. He even slides his blazer off to keep you warm in the cool late Laredo evening air.

The music swirls to greet you and him with buoyant rhythm. Javi tells you about how he and Pop have been coming here for years, that’s it’s a favorite spot of theirs.

Javi holds your hand in line the entire time.

“Oo, Peñita! Who’s your cute new friend?” Marco, the man who runs the window, wiggles his eyebrows curiously and Javier wants to shut the window on the old man’s face.

“Did you bring a date here?!” Marco's curiosity spikes even more as he soaks in yours and Javi’s fancy attire.

Before Javi can bark at Marco to shut up, you surprisingly jump in and answer.

“He did!” You sound proud, so proud that your voice clutches Javi’s heart. Marco cackles an amused laugh and winks at you. Then he tunes to Javi and grins wide.

“I like this one.”

Me too, Javi thinks. Maybe more than he can admit even to himself.

Now Javi can’t help but watch you take the first bite. It might be weird. He knows this. But shit, he's nervous.

Sauce pools by your cheek. Your eyes light up and you beam brighter than all the damn neon lights illuminating the parking lot.

“Holy fuck, this is amazing.” You cover your mouth from the last bit of chewing but he honestly wouldn’t even care if you spoke with your mouth full. Because right now? You really are the most beautiful force on this damn earth.

On the hood of his truck, with his blazer around your shoulders, bathed in the fluorescent glow, Javi thinks his world melts to focus simply on you.

You and him stay in that parking lot for hours. Laughing and exchanging stories that range from the funniest holiday memories to worst date experiences.

“This…isn’t one of those bad dates right?” Javier can’t help but ask, nervous again like a damn school boy praying his crush likes him back.

You hum playfully and even pretend to be in deep thought.

“Well, so far it’s going great.” You admit light and Javi’s heart drops a bit.

“So far?” He asks as casual as he can.

“Yeah,” you begin. “I mean, just between you and me, it’s actually one of the best. Might be a top five actually. But you know what will make it the best ever?”

“What?” Javi hates how quickly he asks. You grin so big it crinkles your eyes. You nudge your face to the truck.

“If we split one of those ice cream sundaes I’ve been seeing everyone walk around with.”

Javi laughs, so warm and true that he feels it in his damn chest. He doesn’t hesitate to push himself off the truck he’s been leaning on.

“For you cariño, I’ll get you two.”

Your laughter carries Javier all the way to order at the window and even all the way back to your place. Your hand stays in his the entire time he walks you to the door. Something echoes in him, a small ache of a thing, upset that he has to leave you.

In the quiet space of your apartment door, Javi whispers out your name.

“Thanks…for making tonight great. Sorry if it wasn’t what you thought it to be.” He adds still feeling a bit of shame for not giving you the elegant first date he had in mind.

“I get it and it’s okay. But honestly, I think it turned out way better than expected.” You beam.

“Yeah?” Javi asks soft.

“Yeah.” You smile back beautifully.

Javi can’t help it. His hand gently cradles your face and his thumb strokes your cheek.

He hasn’t felt this way about anyone in so long. He hasn’t been caught up in someone’s orbit this fast.

So when he watches your eyes soften as they flicker to his lips, he leans down and kisses you like you’ll float away. Because he’s worried you will. You’re just so good and he doesn’t know how much time he will have with you. So he wants to stay caught up in your atmosphere for as long as he can.

Immediately he tastes the lingering sweetness on your lips of the ice cream you kept playfully stealing scoops away from him. Then he realizes, underneath that, that delicious sweetness is just you. And you taste so good, like the delicate hope of something special and Javi wants to let it consume him. Your lips are so soft and Javi continues to chase their plush warmth.

“Thank you for tonight Javi.” You whisper soft and genuine against his lips. He kisses you again.

“You too baby.” After that Javi floats back home on cloud nine.

When he goes to grab the drink he kept from dinner, he finds a receipt from tonight tucked into the other cup holder.

His name is scribbled on it and Javi’s heart jumps.

When he opens the receipt he finds a note.

“Thanks again for tonight! I really did have so much fun, can't wait to see more of your secret food spots!”

Javi knew he was falling for you so bad. But now here he is getting tripped up over how much he likes your handwriting. He's even getting weak over the sweet little heart you drew.

Yeah, you really did taste like a sweeter tomorrow…

“Whoever said you don’t get to eat at your wedding I hate that they were right and I want to fight them.”

Javi snorts amused at your huffy comment then kisses your bare shoulder.

“I’m being serious Javier! We should’ve taken a plate or something to go!” You try to sound aghast but it’s hard, especially when your new husband continues kissing up your neck. You giggle in his arms.

After running around the reception hall the entire night earlier, to Javier deciding to celebrate the minute you and him stepped into the hotel room, your legs are practically jello. However, you welcome this exhaustion with a coy pleased grin.

“We could order room service.” Your husband offers while he tenderly kisses your jaw. The two of you are tangled in the afterglow of exhaustion and pure newlywed marital bliss.

“It’s one in the morning my love, you know it’s too late.” You sigh defeated as you pray maybe there’s a bag of chips or something in your travel bag.

“I can go get us something.” Javi suggests. Although the temptation of a delicious late night drive through dinner sounds heavenly, you don’t want to get out of this bed or see him leave.

You twist in Javi’s arms and cling to him as if to lock him to you.

“No, I’m fine. You know I’m just being…a little grumpy.” You mutter out and Javi smirks against your forehead.

“A brat. You’re being a brat.” Javi clarifies with a bright tone.

“No!” You argue back. “I’m just grumpy from being hungry.”

“Uh huh.” Javi says unconvinced.

“Hey, I’m a Peña now. That means I have to work on my cute grumpy pout so I can compete with yours.” You tease, leaning back in Javi’s arms to grin up at him.

You expect a semi classic Javi complaint about him not being grumpy, about him not wanting you to be grumpy. But instead his molten eyes stare down at you with something achingly tender that sweeps you up in a landslide.

“Damn right you’re a Peña now.” His voice croaks, thick and beautifully weighted down by unwavering adoration.

He swoops down and kisses you, passionate and so loving it seeps into your soul. You think this might spark another round until Javi sighs against your lips. Your poor husband, he is tired too and you know it.

It’s why he kisses you soft now once, twice, until he draws you into his chest again.

“You know,” Javier begins lightly. “I like it when you act like a brat sometimes.” He lightly squeezes your bare ass making you squeak.

“Naughty, naughty.” You teasingly chide him.

“I just state the facts baby.” Javi simply shrugs casual, unbothered, and you laugh.

That ignites him to pepper playful kisses all across your face and your laughs bubble louder.

“Besides, I’m your husband.” Javier’s voice almost comes out a low growl. “I’m always gonna take care of you, especially when you wanna act like a brat.”

His voice is rich, begging you to drown in him. You pull your handsome husband’s face to yours and kiss him again. It’s all you can do and you find it’s all you want to do. You discover there is something simple, unwaveringly strong, that knocks you breathless just knowing you’re kissing the love of your life, your husband.

You can’t even stay grumpy even with how hungry you are.

“Wait here.” Javi mutters your lips. Then suddenly he untangles himself from you and slides out of bed.

Curiously from the warm sheets you watch him slip on his pants. He walks over to the side of the hotel room where all his bags and other things clutter together.

He simply grabs the brown bag folded and sitting unsuspectingly on the counter. Now you sit up, intrigued at what’s inside. Javi places the mysterious bag beside you as he takes a seat on the plush mattress.

“Are there snacks inside?” You can’t help but sound hopeful.

Your husband simply shrugs casual, almost bored. You narrow your eyes at him but then greedily scramble to open the bag up.

What’s inside greets you like the warmest friend. A few plates, plenty of napkins, a small bag filled with various to go items and then a couple of hearty rolled up aluminum treats, all get poured out onto the bed.

“What’s this?!” You can’t help but exclaim in both confusion and adoration at your husband now helping you set up your makeshift table on the sheets.

“Just grabbed us something earlier.” Javi says casually.

He continues to be so casual about this, not even meeting your eyes.

But you know your husband.

This is a response to being so overwhelmed by all the emotions swirling around that he doesn’t want anyone to see how greatly it affects him. Because what your sweet husband sometimes doesn’t want the world to know is how deeply he does feel. But you understand just how much Javi loves, how much he can get swept up in his true golden heart.

And right now, that is evident in the meal laid out before you.

“You got us food for later.” You say the words so gently as Javi grabs a few drinks from the mini fridge.

“Knew we might be hungry.” Now he grins so boyish as he shrugs again.

“Well thank you.” You tell him earnestly as you slide out of bed to slip on your robe. Of course you scurry over to kiss all over your wonderful husband’s face who soaks it up with an amused grin.

“Come on cariño, let’s eat.” Javi softly kisses your forehead and pats your ass softly.

There on the hotel bed you sit down to enjoy your first true meal with your husband.

Then you take the first bite and your eyes go wide.

You snap your face towards Javier who simply pours out a whole salsa cup on his torta.

“Javi…”

“Hm?” He doesn’t even look up at you as he looks for a lime slice.

“Did you get us food from our truck?”

Our truck. You can say that because it has become yours and Javier’s.

Anytime you didn’t feel like cooking or even after bad days at work, the truck was the first place offered to go to. Of course the food was delicious every time and you loved becoming friendly with all the workers who relentlessly joined you in teasing poor Javier.

But if you think about it, the food truck had transformed into something more. It now stands a strange but beautiful concrete evidence of you and Javi growing with each other since that very first date all those years ago.

“Well yeah. Like you said, it’s our place.” Javi says simply. Your throat tightens heavy with adoration.

“And besides,” he suddenly adds. “It’s the spot we went to on our first day. Had to get it for tonight.”

Earlier, when the exact moment came when you were officially announced as husband and wife, you thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest into millions of bright confetti pieces.

Now you don’t know why, but this moment overwhelms your heart just as much.

Maybe even a bit more if you were being honest. Mainly it’s because it feels so much in so little. It’s Javier wanting to take care of you that he got food for later. It’s a visual representation of just how far you and Javier have come wrapped up in the most simple to go bag.

That first date, you were so worried and heartbroken seeing him so upset. Now here you were, married to the man who on that same first date playfully joked about fighting you for the cherry on top of the ice cream sundae

You can’t help but blink back tears before you wipe them away.

Of course your dear wonderful husband notices as he slides closer to you on the bed.

“Honey, what’s wrong?! I can go get you something else if you want. I won’t be upset I promise-”

“No.” You laugh through the tears as you wipe more away.

“No baby, this is perfect.” You mean every word as you finally turn to look at your handsome man, your Texas sunrise who’s brought so much tenderness and love into your life.

“I love you.” You croak happily.

“Love you too, mi amor. You sure you’re okay?” Javi thankfully draws you into his arms and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

This sweetly grumpy heart of gold man you can’t believe is yours.

“I am. Thank you.” With one extra thank you kiss, you readily jump in to feast. You consume the late night meal through drying tears and the most tender warmth blooming through your chest.

As you start to clean up you spot the folded receipt tapped to the other side of the brown bag.

Your name is scribbled in the familiar handwriting of your husband. With greedy fast hands, you happily scramble to open it.

“To my wife,

Thank you for making me the happiest man every day but especially today. Here’s to more food truck dates

I love you”

You remember when you had left a note for him on that first date.

You had done it because Javi had seemed so upset about the restaurant cancellation. You just wanted to reassure him that the new route your date took only seemed to make you fall for him more. You even had written the note in secret when Javi went to grab you more napkins.

Now here he is leaving you a note just as sneaky and twice as sweet.

You don’t care that you’re exhausted or that you and Javi might fall asleep any moment now.

Quickly sliding off the bed you rush to Javier’s side as he cleans up in the bathroom. You embrace him tight.

“Honey?” His voice even weary and tired more than ever still sounds so comforting.

“Thanks for taking me to that food truck.” You kiss his bare arm as you snuggle into him as close as you can.

“Nah, I’m the one who needs to thank you. You were the one who agreed to go with me. Can’t even believe you even agreed to marry my stupid ass today.” Javi snickers a soft tired chuckle and you reverently kiss his warm skin.

“Easiest decision ever.” It was. It is and will always be the easiest decision to pick Javi every and any time.

Javier abandons whatever he’s doing to completely wrap you in his arms, holding you tight, strong and true.

In your husband’s embrace, exhaustion finally catches up to you. Your mind melts under the whirlwind of the day, and from the overwhelming love you have. You don’t even realize you’re being tucked into bed until Javier turns off the light by his nightstand.

“Night baby.” You slur half asleep barely staying awake.

“G’night cariño, get some sleep.” Javi kisses you goodnight. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And every day after that.

The promise of getting to greet every day with Javier by your side eases you into the most peaceful and beautiful sleep.

You’re still knocked out cold when Javi wakes up the next morning.

He can’t help but snicker at the sight of you. Practically hogging all the covers, lightly snoring, and now curled on his pillow, you’re his favorite sight to wake up to.

As he starts going through all the shit he brought back from the wedding a soft knock comes at the hotel door. Freezing with every caution he would’ve used at a drug raid, Javi stares at you waiting and worried you’ll move.

You barely make a sound and that again makes him almost snicker.

At the door stands a hotel worker with a small and beautiful bouquet of flowers.

“They were sent in for you and your new bride.” He warmly explains and Javi smirks.

That first date he forgot the flowers, but this time he knew he wouldn’t. It’s why he ordered these in before to make sure.

When Javi pulls out a few bills from his wallet to leave a tip, he cant help but spot the white paper still folded in his wallet. His lips already twitch wanting to grin like the lovesick husband he is now.

He quietly places the flowers on your nightstand so you’ll be surprised to see them when you wake. Then he pulls out the white paper.

It’s faintly faded and he refuses to throw it away. Just like how he didn’t want to throw it away those few years ago when you first left the receipt in his truck’s cup holder.

Javi unfolds it with a delicate touch. The message is still the same. Your little heart still knocks him breathless. It still brings the goofiest smile on his face and fills his body with an incredible amount of love he never knew he could have for another.

As if on cue, the sheets start to rustle. Then comes the softest sigh from you almost like a siren’s song luring him to your side. And who is he to deny you?

Besides, he’s already excited about celebrating your first morning together as husband and wife.

As he slides back into the sheets, into the warmth that radiates beautifully from you, Javi thinks that even on the worst day, it will never truly be a bad day because of you.

He can’t help but think of that first date and how awful that day had been. Then you just effortlessly transformed it into something damn magical he still can’t believe he witnessed.

His mind always goes to the image of you in his blazer, looking so gorgeous in that elegant outfit, leaning against his truck as you giggled.

Javi might not have known it, might not have fully processed it, but in that moment his life became tied to yours. To find someone as understanding as you, who even back then was so eager to face whatever changes, whatever stupid hiccups life threw at him, he can’t believe how lucky he is that he found you.

Maybe it’s because some part of him is still in that parking lot. He’s still in his truck under the neon lights waiting for you to leave him any minute. He’s done so many terrible things, probably doesn’t even deserve you, yet you never left.

You simply stayed by his side, firmly even told him that’s where you felt you were always meant to be.

His sweet stubborn little love, his wife.

Javi knows he’s the lucky one who gets to stay by your side. You’re not just his good luck charm to beat any kind of awful as fuck bad days, but you’re his sunrise. You’re his tomorrow and forever.

And for that, he can’t help but thank that fateful shitty Friday that led him here.

"bendecido" en inglés: blessed

#he is…truly my forever beloved and this narcos rewatch has reminded me I should never doubt my Javi P heart 😭#anyway I’m terrified this is too soft and not typical for Javi but I just needed to write this…maybe even just for my sake #Javier Peña x reader #javi peña #javi p 🤎

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I SAW UR MARVEL X FAMOUS READER THING and can i please req for a bucky x singer!reader or peter parker x singer!reader and the secret relationship trope where the avengers catch peter/bucky in a phone call and catching them acting all pouty and whiney and all cute and twirling their hair while giggling like school girls and the avengers being all shocked but not knowing who he was talking to + little scenes or bucky/peter smirking or looking proud whenever r is on tv + and the all the avengers going to some sort of concert or event where r is performing and r literally going down to the audience while performing to kiss bucky/peter and just social media freaking out !!

I LOVED WRITING THIS!! sorry it took so long to finish; i wanted it to be perfect for my tubmblr spouse ksjdfhd. anyways this was so so cute and i'm gonna do some extra drabbles + smau bonus posts because wow i loved this concept

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧

peter parker x singer! reader

notes: swearing, mentions of the birds and bees in a non-sexual way, so much fluff bro, the tiniest smidge of angst it's like a sprinkle of salt, a bit of insecure peter feeling like he's not enough, vague description of canon-level violence, lowkey breaking the fourth wall, the avengers are nosy as fuck and definition crack, clint is in his red (taylor's version) era

w/c: 5.2k

the songs used in the fic are by taylor swift + linked at the bottom of the post <3 (but also taylor canonically exists in this universe so she still has her music peter's a swiftie just go with it pls)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

peter parker never failed to confound; and no, it wasn’t just the avengers that were confused by his… antics. may, mj, and ned were equally as surprised when they caught peter parker, their [overly] enthusiastic, nervous, forever-in-motion peter parker, casually laying in bed, propped against a pillow with one arm behind his head that made him look like some cookie-cutter male love interest in a cheesy romcom, nonchalantly talking to a female voice from his phone.

mj and ned were no idiots—they’d been the first to discover his spiderman identity so scoping out the identity of peter’s secret female friend was almost as easy as getting flash to talk about sports cars. peter eventually had to spill the beans to may after she confronted him about his ridiculously high monthly phone bill.

but the team of the world’s best spies, geniuses with multiple PhDs, highly trained super soldier assassins, and the man who singlehandedly made the “birds aren’t real, they’re government spies” conspiracy come true, still hadn’t managed to find the tea they so desperately wanted peter to spill. they were too prideful to ask peter to his face and admit defeat, so for weeks, they’d pulled out all their tricks only to fail miserably.

sam tried having redwing perch outside peter’s window to catch footage of any new visitors; there were none. clint, who’d snuck into the vents, and bucky, utilizing his super soldier hearing, had tried eavsdropping on one of his calls. all they heard was peter singing off key and then a yelp as he snapped one of his guitar strings. steve and bruce had tried to casually sit peter down and talk to him about the birds and the bees, hoping that peter would let something slip about any of his romantic or sexual relationships, but peter just groaned and said may had already told him this. natasha even tried hacking into peter’s internet and phone history, but once she found the spiderman tiktok edits and an obscene number of shirtless pictures, she had to stop.

after a lot of bribery and light extortion from tony (who was probably the most invested in revealing peter’s gal pal), wanda reluctantly tried to read peter’s mind, only to see flashes of who she presumed to be peter’s celebrity crush. the avengers had never pegged peter for a fanboy (actually, a good third of them thought he swung the other way and sam and bucky insisted he was on the path to incel-hood), but the fanatic squealing and giggling that emanated from peter’s room every night told a different story. it was clear: the boy had an unhealthy parasocial relationship with a girl who would never know of his existence.

“hey petey pie, d’you still have my artisanal hand lotion?” tony came up to peter as he tinkered with his web shooters.

“oh yeah, mr. stark! they’re in my room and on my desk. you can just go in, if you want.” peter had a spare room in the tower that he used after long missions or big lab projects; it was much more empty than his room at aunt may’s. as most teenagers did, peter considered his bedroom a personal, private sanctuary, but his tower room’s furnishings were pretty basic and he usually didn’t even bother to close the door.

peter’s desk was fairly empty sans tony’s lotion, but because of how barren it was, tony’s eye was automatically drawn to the papers at the corner of the table. no, not his illegible chemistry notes. there was a flyer advertising your upcoming tour dates and locations, and underneath it was an autographed vinyl of what tony assumed was one of your albums.

but tony was truly horrified when he found the bottle of half-used perfume from your brand sitting on peter’s nightstand, in front of a framed picture of him photoshopped next to you.

“peter, we need to have a chat.” tony gestured to the communal living room, where steve, bucky, sam, wanda, and natasha were sitting. steve was holding a sheet of printer paper that said “intervention.”

peter looked around the room, trying to figure out who the intervention was for. “you never call me peter,” he laughed nervously, “is something going on? are we throwing a surprise party?”

peter made the mistake of looking over at steve and he couldn’t help but cower under the nation’s most powerful I’m Not Mad, Just Disappointed Face™.

“kid, why don’t you take a seat?” steve sighed like a Disapointed Father™.

peter sat as far away from the rest of the avengers as he could, wary of how they’d all been looking at him. that was his second mistake, because he ended up across from a team of master interrogators who were staring him down like he was their next victim (because he was).

“we wanted to discuss- uh, the… internet with you,” bucky began.

“oh, mr. sergeant bucky sir, if you need help with the wifi router again, i can show you how to fix it yourself, it’s easy, ac-”

“no- no! that’s not… we’re not talking about that. so obviously your aunt may has already given you the se- safe reproductive activities talk, but we wanted you know, as tech experts-” bruce looked at tony and nat. “-to make sure you understood safe internect practices. safe and healthy internet practice.”

peter visibly relaxed. “oh, if that’s what you’re worried about, it’s all good! midtown has a mandatory seminar and i already know not to use omegle—i learned that the hard way, but i did learn; plus, i took a scratch lesson about html so i’m pretty like, tech proficient.”

“peter, have you ever heard of parasocial relationships?” the rest of the team shot wanda dirty looks at her slip up. they were supposed to ease into the whole thing so that peter didn’t get scared and run off.

“oh, like dating app parasites? yeah, ned was joking around on christian mingle and got this horrible-”

“let me put this into chronically online gen z words,” natasha grimaced. “do you know what the infinitive ‘to stan’ means?”

peter was puzzled. “oh yeah, of course! this guy flash from school has a huuuge obsession with sebastian stan; like, he stans sebastian stan. it’s kind of unhealthy. i’m pretty sure flash thinks he’s the y/n in a ‘my mom sold me to one direction for money’ ao3 fanfiction.”

“right…” sam’s face was all screwed up as he tried to steer the conversation away from 2000s boyband kidnapping aus. “and what about you, peter? do you stan anyone? any… attractive female celebrity who’s approximately your age?”

peter looked genuinely confused. “i mean, i’m a swiftie, if that counts. but not in an unhealthy way!” peter reassured. “i’m not one of those people who has a twitter account dedicated to analyzing the spray painted words on the wall she pisses on in the music video for the man to try and figure out the order of her next album releases, so don’t worry. i’m perfectly normal.” he laughed shrilly.

steve shuffled for something behind him. “i didn’t want to have to do this,” steve enunciated, holding up a picture of you. “we found your shrine and the pictures you’ve photoshopped yourself into and we know that you’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you have a relationship with her and we’re just worried, okay? look, i also enjoy her songs every once in a while, but this is too far. we can’t have an avenger with compromised judgement out on the field.”

peter’s mouth gaped and he stared at the picture steve had chosen, feeling himself blush. that was the picture you’d asked him for his opinion on it before posting it on instagram. and that was the night you’d sent him a voice memo of a song you’d written for him, in which you’d told him how you’d loved him for the first time.

“uh, come again?” peter’s voice turned up at the end in his confusion, but the other avengers took it as a sign that he was lying.

“okay, this is enough. we’re taking him to cho for an evaluation,” tony snapped, taking peter by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.

“hey- hey! wait! i’m not delusional, just let me-” peter scrambled for his phone, trying to pull out pictures of you and him together as proof, but he dropped it amidst the chaos of tony’s fussing and nat and bruce’s hushed whispering, and the exclamations of surprise in this unplanned step of the intervention.

peter watched as his phone clattered to the ground and he reached his free hand out for it cinematically, but it was to no avail. that stuff never worked in the movies either.

“jarvis!” peter yelled desperately.

“yes, young spiderling?” jarvis replied. tony must’ve reprogrammed eyerbody’s name in jarvis’ system.

“play voice memo! uh, the most recent one!”

“playing voice memo: this is peter with trial four- ahhhh! no, not that one!” crashing noises and a string of curses from a voice in the background that made steve flinch ensued. “oh my god, mr. stark’s going to kill me if he every finds out-”

“stop! no! jarvis, um, play the second most recent voice memo!”

peter looked at the ground to avoid tony’s withering glare. “we will be discussing this later,” tony warned.

“playing voice memo.” through tony’s newly installed surround sound speakers, your silvery voice reverberated around the high-ceilinged walls and silenced the other avengers’ jabbers.

“my thoughts will echo your name until i see you again, these are the words i held back as i was leaving too soon—i was enchanted to meet you.”

sam’s mouth dropped. “what the fuck? i didn’t peter say he learned to code on scratch? how did he work out this voice generator thing?”

bucky’s face contorted into the cute stupid expression he made every time he was confused. “relax, the kid probably recorded a live performance on the you-bee-too to feed into his whole hormonal teenage crisis fantasy.”

peter was outraged and opened his mouth to protest. steve cut him off. “kid, young people at your age will go through… ahem… changes. and perhaps that has manifested into a romantic yearning towards this lovely young woman, or uh,” steve blushed. “the desire to… fondue is very common as you develop into a man, and i myself-” steve choked and started coughing to avoid spilling any dangerous blackmail material. bucky patted his friend on the back knowingly.

“hey horndogs,” tony yelled from the front of the crowd, where he was still struggling to drag peter. “can someone turn off the damn music? i don’t want to know what the kid gets up to in his free time, like, at all. especially not in song form.”

“will you all stop calling me kid?” peter begged, finally freeing himself from tony’s *iron* hold. “look, that song’s unreleased, so i couldn’t have just recorded it off youtube. plus, tony already banned me from working with voice AIs after i accidentally broke karen and she wouldn’t stop screaming for like, six days straight.”

natasha raised her eyebrows, but nodded. “and we know the boy isn’t smart enough to come up with those lyrics on his own.”

“hey!” peter defended. “no, actually, yeah. you’re right.”

“what does this have to do with anything?” sam interrupted, throwing his hands in the air. “i personally find it creepier that he got access to the girl’s unreleased music. and don’t even get me started on the shrine-”

“she’s not some girl, she’s my girlfriend!” peter blurted.

steve scoffed. “sure she is. gorgeous, talented, multi-millionare singer-songwriter from brooklyn, mind you, is your girlfriend? what’s next, bucky and sam’s bickering is actually unresolved sexual tension?”

“yes?!” peter hissed incredulously. “you’re just jealous,” he huffed,” and don’t even lie, mr. captain rogers sir. i heard you crying to this is me trying last week. which, by the way, are you okay? anyways, yes, we’re dating.

“i didn’t ‘photoshop’ the pictures, i- how would i even-? it’s not like there’s conveniently a picture of her in a photo booth holding up a green prop mustache that i can edit myself into. my ‘shrine?’ she sends me previews of her merch and stuff, i’m not gonna throw it out. it’s not like i’m collecting strands of her hair to replicate her dna. we literally just call each other,” peter huffed.

“we call each other, and- and she teaches me to play guitar… she writes songs for me… she has the sweetest cats… and she’s so beautiful and i can’t believe she’s mine…” peter rambled on with glazed eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

steve scowled.

wanda sighed dreamily. “i can tell how much you like her… your thoughts are so bright every time you think about her…”

“excuse me?” peter raised his eyebrows defensively. “were you… reading my mind?”

“there are no secrets in this tower, underoo.” tony slung a heavy arm over peter. “what’s yours is ours.”

peter squinted. “i’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying- whatever.”

“secrets? please, we all remember when you tried to hide your baby photos. the vents were a stupid idea.” natasha snorted. “anyways, when do we get to meet her?”

“meet who?” peter lied innocently. if the avengers had been this zealous over a couple pictures of her, god knows what they’d do if they ever saw her in person? (and god knows what steve would do.)

“doesn’t matter. play dumb all you want kid, but we both know you’re smarter than that.” tony chattered absentmindedly, but peter went red at the casual compliment. “i saw the tour dates already; peter left ‘em in his room. second to last concert’s in new york, two weeks from now. i’ll pull a couple strings; easy.”

tony took off his yellow-tinted glasses and cleaned the lenses on his shirt. “right. jarvis, cancel all plans for the saturday two weeks from now. and reschedule that dry cleaners appointment to… uh, tuesday. gotta wash the merch before wearing it. oh yeah, and set a reminder for… tonight at 9, to shop for merch.”

tony looked smugly down at peter, who blinked a few times, dazed. “uh, thank you, i guess? thank you, mr. stark.”

in the two weeks leading up to the concert, peter was hearing your voice all over the compound. steve had officially indoctrinated bucky and sam into fans after he’d showed them his favorite album, and now the three of them would frequently squabble over which songs were the best lyrically, melodically, and emotionally.

peter had seen wanda comforting a crying clint, who’d been listening to all too well on repeat for three days straight. (peter wasn’t sure why. clint was happily married.)

he nearly had a heart attack when natasha cornered him murderously with a perfectly manicured finger pointed threateningly at his chest. (right then, peter tried to come to terms with the fact that in his eulogy, they would reveal that he had died from a fingernail impaling.) it turned out that natasha had come to interrogate peter on how he’d met you, confessing that she wanted girl tips. natasha had also sworn to make his death long and painful if he ever told anybody about it.

what delighted peter the most is when he’d heard tony listening to one of your songs in lieu of his hard metal while working in his lab. and he swore he’d tony humming one of your songs while making breakfast a few days before the concert.

peter didn’t think it was possible, but his high was only multiplied once your merch arrived. it was like a second civil war had broken out. tony had made sure to order multiple of each item, but overlooked the fact that all the avengers wanted the limited edition concert tour t-shirt and an autographed copy of your newest album. he watched from the sidelines as grown adults threw hissy fits over themed notebooks and guitar picks (even though none of them played guitar), knowing he was already supplied thanks to your gifts.

even may, mj, and ned had gotten into the spirit. they’d surprised him one evening, after a tiring mission, by showing him the short video you’d sent them along with 3 vip tickets.

“hi aunt may,” you smiled lovingly at the camera. “thank you so much for… everything, i guess. for raising peter. and letting him see me; i know that it’s not easy or typical, but peter’s job isn’t easy or typical either. i love your son so, so dearly, and i just wanted to let you know that i’d do almost anything for him—whatever his job entails and whatnot. i’ve been on tour, so haven’t seen peter in a while, but i would love to see him again and maybe meet you and peter’s friends as well, which is why i’ve sent you three tickets.”

may cooed and told peter what an angel you were, and ned and mj teased him relentlessly for how stupidly in love he looked when he saw your face in the video.

“you’re down bad, man,” ned laughed, pushing peter’s chest. mj punched peter’s arm, telling him he was “one lucky bastard,” and peter’s only reaction was to whine about how they were manhandling him.

the night before the concert, peter was panicking about what to wear. though tony had been the most annoying about peter’s relationship, he’d come to check on his mentee and tony’s heart panged as he saw the anxiety radiating off of peter.

“what’s wrong, spiderboy?” tony sat on the edge of peter’s bed as the boy examined himself in the mirror. tony patted the space beside him.

“n-nothing, mr. stark.”

tony looked at peter disbelievingly.

peter sighed. “i’m just- she’s a superstar, like, she’s got fans and front-page modeling contracts and everyone loves her. sometimes i just don’t believe that she’d actually love me, y’know? ‘cause she’s her, and i’m just peter. some kid from queens who got bitten by a spider.” peter looked at his feet, eyes burning. “i’m not rich, or famous, or popular—i still get picked on by flash!”

peter looked up at tony with red-rimmed eyes. “and i’m not like all the fancy celebrities that she’s around—she could have anyone. anyone. i’m pretty sure janelle monáe talked about her in an interview once. janelle. monáe. a-and jojo siwa danced to her music in a tiktok. and i can’t even tell you how many men say they have crushes on her in interviews and stuff… it’s like, i’m never there. we’re both busy, and she’s surrounded by people who are way cooler and smarter and famous-er than me, and it freaks me out, mr. stark.”

tony’s cool demeanor broke upon seeing how genuinely devastated peter was. “underoo, this girl wrote a song for you. hell, i think the most romantic thing i’ve done for pepper recently was eating lunch with her. jarvis? remind me to do something romantic for pepper. she talks to you almost every day, and trust me, i know, because we can hear you jabbering from the common room.

“kid, you work for me. that makes you pretty damn cool. you went to space—even though i said not to, but whatever—and you’re spiderboy. i passed by a street vendor selling knockoff spiderman masks the other day. people love you too. the team loves you. and i guess i think you’re pretty okay too. the girl loves you, spidey. jojo siwa has nothin’ on you.”

peter sniffed. “you really think so?”

“yeah, yeah. don’t push it.” tony went to leave peter’s room, but not before pointing to peter’s closet and winking. “it’s a secret.”

he opened the closet doors, shuffling through a couple of shirts you'd left behind and one of your cardigans. it was the same as always. but in his peripherally, peter caught sight of one of tony’s $200 smarthangers beholding the last limited edition tour shirt that had “mysteriously” gone missing. (bucky and sam were accusing each other for days.) he ran his hands over the cotton fabric, which was softer than he’d expected. tony must’ve dry-cleaned it for him beforehand. peter smiled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

peter fiddled with the hem of his shirt the entire ride to the venue. happy picked him, may, ned, and mj up in the limo a bit earlier than the rest of the team was planning on leaving so they could get settled into their vip seats.

the venue was smaller than he’d expected. you’d played in much larger spaces before, with huge audiences and grand stages with special effects, but tonight was almost intimate. peter’s heart was beating until he felt it in his throat and may squeezed his hand reassuringly. he’d heard you sing on facetime, or in the videos you’d sent to him, but never live. he thought he might’ve been more scared than you were.

as the venue filled, peter’s anxiety only increased. mj and ned were bubbling happily, and peter caught the avengers waving to him from a section just a bit further from the stage. he was secretly grateful that they weren’t up front with him. maybe it was selfish, but he wanted you to himself tonight.

when the lights dimmed and ambient music begin filling the air, peter watched as you slowly rose from a platform under the stage until you were fully revealed, holding a sleek black guitar, beaming so brightly that peter was pretty sure you wouldn’t need the stage lights.

the cheering of the crowd was dull in his ears. he was mesmerized by the way you moved, adjusting the vintage microphone in front of you. it was only you on stage, illuminated by a spotlight, standing in front of your microphone like you were at home on a stage in front of hundreds of people.

you needed no introduction before you began singing a song that peter hadn’t heard before.

vintage tee, brand new phone. high heels on cobblestones. when you are young they assume you know nothing…

it was your first date. peter had exchanged his science pun shirts for an old band tee, and you’d complimented him immediately, revealing that you were also a fan. you’d dropped and cracked your phone on the sidewalk that night, stumbling over a bump in the concrete and falling into peter. you’d made a stupid joke, “it looks like i’ve fallen for you,” and peter had laughed like you were the funniest person in the world.

but i knew you, dancing in your levi’s, drunk under a streetlight, i… i knew you, hand under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better, i… and when i felt like i was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said i was your favorite.

it was the night you’d first kissed. it had started raining, both of your socks were all wet, and the sweatshirt peter had given you to wear after you’d gotten cold was soaked through. you’d pasted your hands under his shirt onto his chest, claiming you needed warmth. he did the same.

to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed… you drew stars around my scars but now i’m bleedin’...

it was you and him, trying not to be seen. you and him, avoiding cameras and crowds—hiding behind tinted car windows and hole-in-the-wall restaurants. it was you and him: when he took you swinging right before you left to tour and you scraped your knees from the rough landing. you and him: peter kissing your cuts and apologizing profusely about giving you scars right before your concert. you and him, when you’d pulled him into your chest and told him you’d sacrifice anything to be under the stars with him.

‘cause i knew you, steppin’ on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain, i… i knew you, tried to change the ending, peter losing wendy, i…

you and him: when he’d hugged you goodbye in a quiet corner at the train station and wiped away your tears from under your sunglasses. you and him: when peter watched as the spiderman bandaids on your knees that he’d given you last night as you bled walked further and further away. you and him: when he’d called you and cried after a difficult mission, telling you how he thought he might have not made it and how the thought of losing you—his darling—was what kept him going. you and him: how you’d wanted to cancel your tour and see him again, but how he insisted that you keep going, that the both of you kept going.

i knew i’d curse you for the longest time, chasin’ shadows in the grocery line; i knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light…

you and him: how you’d fought halfway through your tour, when he didn’t understand why you didn’t want to go public with your relationship. you and him: how you’d gone grocery shopping with him but dropped his hand and left as soon as cameras appeared. you and him: how he’d told you that the secrecy of the relationship might be thrilling for you, but was hurting him. you and him: how he’d promised that no matter how difficult your relationship got, you’d always have a home at his and may’s apartment.

and i knew you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me… and you’d come back…

next to peter, ned and mj hollered excitedly and jumped up and down; may screamed and clapped. peter hadn’t budged, staring up at you with awe and pride as your strumming faded out. he would’ve been content staring at you, glowing as you immersed in your element, until ned elbowed him.

you tapped the microphone a couple of times and the stage lights began to reveal the landscape behind you; a small band, a few background singers, and a simple, natural scene.

you cleared your throat. “thank you, new york!”

peter had never heard a sound sweeter than your giggle as you watched the audience cheer and wave their glowsticks.

“thank you! this is the second to last concert of my tour, and it’s been such a privilege to play for you. you guys are the first to hear my new single, cardigan, that i wrote while on tour.”

there was more screaming and your eyes scanned the audience for something that you evidently hadn’t found, given the nearly imperceptible frown on your face.

“uh, this song is really important to me, ‘cause it’s about someone i really love. i haven’t seen him in a while, and god, i miss him, and i hope he knows that i’d always come back to him…” you sniffled, and the audience cooed.

“y’know, sometimes you have those moments when you’re paralyzed or when you’re scared, so you keep trying to live in the past, where things are easy and you already know how everything ends. but if you take the easy route, trying to protect yourself from the unknown, you end up losing what could’ve been. all the new moments that you’ll never get to have because you’re too busy living in old memories. ‘cause when you stay behin, the people you love might want to move forward, take risks, and explore even better things. so you might lose them.”

your eyes searched the audience once more. “and i’ve learned so much from being on tour with you all. it’s very- if you don’t know, everything that goes on behind the scenes in the music industry is very… intentional. every word, action, public appearence—it’s all planned. but i met this boy; or rather, i fell in love with this boy, and he makes me want to say, ‘fuck the plans.’” the audience roared and you laughed jubiantly alongside them.

“i don’t know if i’m allowed to swear, actually. it’s fine,” you admitted. “anyways, he makes me want to take chances, even if that terrifies me. ‘cause honestly, it did; still does. i hope he’s here today. i can’t see him from here, but his name is peter. peter parker.”

there were cheers and murmurs, and peter heard heard thor somewhere in the back roar, “the spi- the small man is here!” thor pointed vigorously to the front, where peter was standing and blushing profusely. there was a bit of sweat beading on his forehead, and sure, the body heat from the crowd was pretty hot, but the fire in his cheeks had nothing to do with that.

peter watched as you walked towards the edge of the stage to where thor was pointing, shouting back at him with a quick banter that the audience seemed to love. peter cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, praying you could hear it from amidst the crowd, because he couldn’t even hear himself.

your eyes widened and you burst into a grin as you locked eyes with peter. “oh my god, is it- peter?”

peter nodded, face contorting into surprise and then adoration and then determination as the both of you rushed forward to try and touch each other. you fell to your knees and reached your hand out to peter, and he took is tightly between both of his. you mouthed his name so that nobody but him could see it, and under the harsh stage lights, peter could clearly see the watery tears collecting at the corner of your eyes that you carefully dabbed away as to not smudge any of your makeup.

“peter—this is peter, my boyfriend!” you announced to the crowd, holding his hand up. “is there any way you can come up-” you looked around for stairs.

peter smirked, slinging himself onto the stage with ease. he’d scaled buildings before. this was no challenge, especially because he had an incentive to work towards.

“oh, you’re just climbing- that works too!” you offered him your hands to pull him to his feet and enveloped him into a hug. you’d left him a bottle of your perfume before you’d left, but nothing could compare to actually holding you in your arms. you smelled like sweat and hairspray, but he could still catch hints of your perfume and the shampoo you loved.

when you let go of him, still keeping one of your hands in his, peter snuck a glance at the audience. from the stage, the venue seemed twice as large. he could see may, mj, and ned waving and screaming at him, and a bit further back, he could see thor waving his hands maniacally and tony, who had somehow managed to clear out a spot, actually smiling.

“what am i supposed to do?” peter hissed to you, smiling awkwardly at the audience as his heart pounded. fighting robot-alien-ancient-powerful-gods was so much easier than this.

“kiss me?” you whispered, eyes glittering. peter didn’t need to be told twice.

“so i’m peter? and you’re wendy darling?”

“mhm,” you sighed, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

“i’ll never lose you, darling. i’ll always come back to you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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Kiss 14 with Bob!

Hi! Thanks for requesting Kiss #14 ... casually with Bob. This one ended up being really fluffy and cute! I hope you love it!

A Casual Kiss

You've known the Dagger Squad for a while. In the year and a half since they became a permanent squadron, they've been in and out of the small cafe and bookstore you opened in town. They all swear you make the best coffee, but of all of them, you think you believe Bob the most.

He's the only member of the squad whom you've had come in for anything other than the coffee. What can you say? You have a fondness for well read men. Bob's handsome in a quiet, steady way. He's not all flash like Hangman or oozing charm like Coyote, Payback or Rooster. He's a dependable sort of handsome, a man who would stick with you through thick and thin.

You've been waiting and waiting for him to make a move. You've dropped so many hints, from ridiculous discounts on the books he buys to free coffee whenever he stops by. But he never does a thing. It looks like if you want something to be done, you're going to have to do it yourself.

So when Natasha invites you to go clubbing with the squad, you say yes and show up dressed to the nines. The guys all give you once overs and compliments, but Bob just blushes red and seems to avoid you. As the group parties itself from bar to club and back to a bar again, you notice how Bob seems to shrink into himself, rather like he wants to be anywhere but here.

You don't drink much either and exhaustion is quickly overshadowing your fun mood.

"Hey, Bob." You practically have to scream the words into his ear. "I'm beat. Tash was my ride home but I don't think she's in a state to get me anywhere safely. Would you mind?"

He's helping you out of the chair with a soft nod, holding your hand tight as he leads you out of the bar. From the lascivious look you get from Hangman as the two of you pass by, you're sure he thinks Bob is taking you home for an entirely different reason.

You feel like you can finally breathe when the two of you step outside. Bob's hand is rough, big and deliciously warm around your own as he leads you to his truck in the parking lot and opens the passenger door.

"C'mon, let's get you home." In that moment, as his words hang in the night air between you, you peck his cheek softly. He freezes, like you've just shocked him.

"What was that for?" He sounds awed that you would ever want to kiss him.

"A thank you, for driving me home." Your words are muffled by a yawn you hide into the back of your hand as you settle into the passenger seat.

"You don't have to do that." His blush is crimson in the low light.

"Do what? Thank you or kiss you?" Your exhaustion is slurring your words. At a stoplight, you watch the muscles of his face expand and contract, sleepily noting how he frowns, just a little as he thinks.

"Both." He's chewing on his bottom lip as the light changes and he places his foot on the accelerator again.

"Hate to break it to you, Bob, but I'd kiss you on a lot more places than your cheek if you let me." He blinks, before pulling the car onto the shoulder.

"Then go out with me?" You can barely see his face, but you're nodding just as easily as you'd kissed his cheek earlier.

When you wake up the next morning, there's water and painkillers on your bedside table, half-there memories floating through your mind, and a note saying, "Dinner tonight. 6 PM. Thanks for giving me a chance. Bob"

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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hey so u just shared this post:

"When the characters in the fanfiction you’re reading are both hopelessly in love with eachother but they think the other doesn’t like them back and they are just communicating horribly and getting interupted at al the wrong times and you just freaking"

aaaand I wanted to know if you have any recommendations or know any sterek fics like that?

Yeah! I love oblivious!bbs.

Erasing Him by scarlettletterr

(1/1 I 2,058 I Mature)

When Derek was 15, he thought he met his soulmate. But then, she burned his family. When Stiles was 8, he met his soulmate. But he wanted nothing to do with him.

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Soulmate AU where even if you get your soulmark removed, it shows up under UV light.

a study on cat's behavior by peachicicle

(2/2 I 3,408 I Explicit)

“Hey Derek,” He snapped out of his trance, “Do you like cats?”

“What?” It seemed like Stiles kept catching him by surprise most of the time these days.

“Do you like cats?” Stiles said while slowly raising his hand up to the bookshelf, picked one out and inched the book out of its place, then dropped it on the floor.

Derek gawked at him, mouth dropped in silence.

Stiles kept staring at him and dropped another book, and another, and another, getting closer to the much rarer book section of the bookshelf.

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Stiles goes out of his way to tell Derek that he like him.

as the skyline splits in two by dumpac

(1/1 I 6,142 I Teen)

The whole school, Stiles included, is just waiting for Scott and Derek Hale to act on their unresolved sexual tension, because of course the sweetest omega and the most handsome alpha of Beacon Hills would get together. And Stiles swears he wants to support his best friend the best he can. So what if he has a crush as big as Jupiter on Derek Hale?

Navigating This Space Between Us by Omni

(1/1 I 9,641 I Explicit)

Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest. Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it. So much so that he's even drawn into the fandom. There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten. Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles...

The One with the Stolen Hat by nerdfightingwhovian

(14/? I 50,964 I Explicit)

In high school, Stiles stole Derek's hat and everyone who hears the story of Stiles stealing Derek's favorite (and only) hat begins to ship it. Luckily, Stiles never found out about the ridiculous number of people who ship it. Except, one day he does and he confronts Derek about it.

That is where the story begins, the cat is out of the bag and Stiles, the curious person he is, wants to know how it started. So now, Derek has to tell him.

Except, what starts out as Derek and Stiles laughing over ridiculous stories about stolen hats and glittery campaign cards becomes something more.

Season of the Witch by gryffindor17

(22/22 I 95,013 I Explicit)

“I just want to feel whole again.” Stiles said weakly, turning his head to look searchingly to Derek. “I’ve got all this…guilt…this pain…and it feels like it’s a part of who I am now. This…constant ache. I just wish there was a way to get rid of it.”

Stiles watched as something flickered to life in Derek’s eyes, and suddenly he was off like a rocket.

After the Nogitsune's been killed, Stiles still finds himself haunted by what it had done with his body. Try as they might, The Pack can't seem to console their friend... That is until Stiles mentions something that jogs Derek's memory and he takes off to find a friend from the past who he thinks can salvage Stiles's mind. After all, she'd done it for him.

And if she happens to become a part of the pack while she's at it, well, no one's really complaining.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #pining #oblivious!stiles #oblivious!derek

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solanumofthestars · 1 year

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Stay at My House

AN: Under the cut :)

Rating: M

Tags: romance, friendship, flirting, kissing, implied/referenced nsfw, angst, tenderness- more under cut

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Luis Serra

Characters: Ashley Graham, Luis Serra, Leon S. Kennedy

Word Count: 9.8k

Summary: "I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

A short AU fic where Luis successfully helps Leon and Ashley escape, and then, to his own surprise, successfully invites Leon to his apartment.

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Tags: one-sided infatuation from Ashley's side / friendship / Ashley is friends with Luis and Leon / drinking / smoking / romance / Implied/Referenced Sex / Kissing / Flirting / AU / AU where Luis lives / Angst / Tenderness / Humor / the romance is centered on Luis and Leon as the tags reflect / Swearing / Luis taking care of Leon and Ashley / Ashley goofing about with Luis / And having a bit of a heart to heart

Author Note: I hope you enjoy this short AU fic. It certainly turned out to be longer than expected. Title an obvious inspiration from the song "I Really Want to Stay at Your House", but much fic inspiration was taken from Donkeyboy's "Stay", "We Can Be Friends", "All Up to You", and "Darkest Night", as well as YYY's "Maps". Apologies for any mistakes- fic has been proofread twice. Thank you for reading :) Cross-posted to ao3.

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“Let’s put him down over there, on the big chair with all the medical…” Luis waved his hand. “...things,” he said. He didn’t want to say energy blasters.

“Will it save him?” Ashley asked. She was beside herself, holding back tears for what seemed like the fifth time in the past hour.

“I used it before, and it worked- it has no business not working.” The words may have been confident, but in reality, Luis was full of doubt. The parasite he had removed from himself was slightly different from what Leon and Ashley had been injected with, and to make matters worse, his parasite hadn’t been stalled with suppressants.

If someone held a gun to his head and asked about the odds, he’d bluntly say that Ashley’s chances were better. The suppressant had been administered to her only a few hours ago, making its effect minimal. The parasite would be more visible and easier to extract. Leon, however, had already taken two doses- one 10 hours ago, and another an hour ago.

As if they didn’t have enough problems already, the suppressant clearly wasn’t working properly on Leon anymore. Yes, Leon’s mind wasn’t ‘dead’, but he was half-conscious and he could barely walk. His veins were dark, and his blue eyes were turning into a hideous reddish-brown. Luis suspected that the accelerated effect was because of all the physical activity and injuries Leon had sustained, unlike Ashley, who had been for the most part stationary due to her captivity. It was a ridiculous silver lining that allowed her body to put up a better fight, unlike Leon’s body seemed to be on the verge of giving up.

He and Ashley managed to get Leon on the chair, despite his weak pushes and mumbled protests. “He’ll be fine, Luis began to say, “but we need to get him-”

Leon grabbed his wrist. “Ashley….first,” he spat out, eyes dark and fierce.

“No Leon! Shut up!” Ashley yelled as she began to wrestle him into the chair. She was crying, her tears falling all over Leon’s arm.

“You heard the lady, cowboy.” Luis pulled Leon’s wrist away and positioned his arm in, ignoring the “no’s” coming from the man. “Miss Ashley over here has a good few hours, maybe even a day. But you, my friend?” Luis adjusted the contraption hanging above the chair. “Like 10 minutes.” An exaggeration, but he hoped that it would be enough to get Leon to listen.

Finally, Leon stopped struggling. Thank god he was weakened. He was ridiculously strong, and if he hadn’t been semi-unconscious, they wouldn’t be able to stop him from climbing out.

“Quickly…” Leon croaked out. His breathing was labored.

So Luis hit the button. And it was horrific, and he was wringing his hands, and Ashley had her hands over her mouth to stifle her scared cries. But he couldn’t comfort her- he had to be alert and watch the machine do its thing, praying to the God he did not believe in anymore. it had to work. It had to. Leon saved his life more than once. The very least he could do was return the favor.

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The lab used to be a cold, stifling place, especially since Luis began to feel overwhelming guilt about what he had done. But now, it was a source of comfort, nay- a safe haven, despite its overall ransacked and dirty appearance.

The parasite had been extracted from both Leon and Ashley successfully. The procedure, as he had predicted, was a lot less taxing for Ashley,. After a few minutes she was already sitting up next to him in a chair, wrapped up in a blanket. Leon, on the other hand, was lying down on a nearby cot, in a shallow slumber from the pain medicine Luis had injected him with. During the trashing during the procedure, Leon’s wounds had opened up, and they had needed stitching.

Luis glanced at Ashley. She was looking at Leon with deep concern, along with a hint of undeniable infatuation. Not that he could blame her. Mr. Leon Kennedy had bewitched him as well.

"He'll be alright," he reassured her. "Our squire here is a strong man."

Ashley gave him a weary smile. "Do you think you could..." She shifted in her seat and pulled the blanket tighter over her shoulders. "...you could take a look at him again?"

"I just did, but sure." Luis patted Ashley's shoulder and made his way to Leon. He sighed. Leon seemed to be breathing regularly and calmly, and his muscles seemed relaxed, but the furrowed eyebrows and frowning lips betrayed the tension on his face. No doubt he would have fought sleep if he had the strength, but thankfully, he didn't.

And if Leon did, he would make sure to inject him with another dose of painkillers. Problematic nature of the action aside, Luis suspected that this was one of the few ways Leon could relax in any way, shape, or form.

Either way, everything else looked good; Luis did not fancy himself a doctor in the traditional sense, but he knew how to check a pulse, do and check stitches, apply injections, check for trauma and broken bones, and apply antiseptic - something he noticed one of Leon's wounds could use.

As he applied the antiseptic, Luis studied Leon, glancing every other second at a different feature of his. The soft lips, calloused hands, muscular chest and arms, surprisingly clear skin, the lovely blond hair. And to think he was seeing it slightly greasy, dirty and unkempt- it must be a wonder to behold after being washed.

But the lips, oh the lips. Thin and usually pursed but undeniably soft-looking.

Perhaps he should feel somewhat guilty for gawking unapologetically, but he couldn’t. Luis gently ran his fingers down the length of Leon’s left arm, partially to check his veins for the virus, and partially to have yet another excuse to touch him as he looked him over once more.

Oh he was attractive, painfully so. While his first meeting with Leon was fraught with disappointment and fear, followed by annoyance and fear again, curiosity got the better of him. That curiosity very quickly morphed into an infatuation, one he couldn’t help express with obvious flirting that without a doubt flew over Leon’s head.

“Luis?” Ashley was now standing behind him, peering at Leon.

“Right, uh, he’s good.” Luis awkwardly patted Leon’s shoulder. “Just needs to rest a little more. Let’s give him some room.”

He walked back to his chair, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Ashley gently touch Leon’s shoulder before sitting back down in her seat next to him.

Ashley was a lovely woman, and it was a shame she got so brutally introduced to the underlying horrors of science. Well, at least as much as one could call it science. Ever since he had started working for Umbrella, everything had comically veered into a mess of science-fiction and fantasy, all cloaked in greed, betrayal, hate and conspiracy theories that would make the founding fathers of capitalism proud. Ah well, he couldn’t be too angry about that- he was able to barter his safety thanks to it.

Huh, he had access to a computer. Maybe the mysterious yet beautiful Ada left him a message. Luis chuckled to himself as he thought about her. Looks like Hollywood movies were true- secret agents were hot.

He started typing and clicking, figuring he’d also back up the information on it. Wouldn’t hurt, and he could use it to barter even further. Saddler’s fucking idiotic henchmen ransacked the lab without checking for any cloud backups. Morons. . Fuck, they didn’t even bother cracking a password that was quite literally written on a post-it note taped to the monitor screen. And they didn’t even properly look for the amber, which was now safely on his person. Although he should not have been surprised with this level of incompetence, especially considering how virus affected the brain.

“So…what are you doing?” Ashley asked. She looked a lot calmer, but the weariness in her eyes was telling.

Luis gave her what he hoped was a charming smile. “Backing up some information. And doing something no self-respecting scientist would do in a lab.” He pulled out his pack of smokes and lit up a cigarette.

Ashley laughed, and he offered her a cigarette, which she, predictably, declined. “I would go for a drink though,” she said.

“Ah, good thinking.” He pointed at her in approval. “Let’s see….” He rolled his chair to a cabinet in the corner, hoping that the bottle of Metaxa was still stashed behind a collection dated, dusty files.

It was.

“Excellent!” he exclaimed, and held up the bottle. Ashley gave him a thumbs up.

“It’s room temperature but hey, it’s still good. Oh wait…” They had no glasses. “Looks like we will have to drink straight from the bottle, if you’re alright with that.”

“I am,” she said, and gestured for him to pass her the alcohol. God knew the girl needed a drink. She took a big gulp, coughed a little, and then took another.

Ah, a true American college girl.

“I don’t even know what this is,” she laughed. “Cognac?”

“Technically not, although it’s often compared to it,” he said, taking the bottle from her and taking a swig himself. “It’s an…” he trailed off, and scoffed.

“It’s a what?” Ashley asked.

He passed the bottle back to her and shook his head. “A kind of Greek amber spirit.”

She raised her eyebrows at him, the mouth of the bottle frozen inches away from her lips.

“Just because of the color, nothing else,” he assured, raising his hand. An uncanny coincidence, truly.

Ashley thought about it for a moment, shrugged, and then took another sip.

Were it not for the horrendous circumstances, this would be an amicable social evening. Luis loved company of any kind, and made friends with ease, no matter their age, nationality, or gender. And this company was not only very nice, but particularly interesting- a shame one of them was unconscious, but hopefully, he’d be able to talk to Leon some more before they made their way out of this whole mess.

Because after that, he’d either have to run away and go into hiding, or he’d be caught and put into jail or forced to work for the American government. Or the Spanish government. Who the fuck knew anymore. His life was a fucking mess.

“Ow, fuck, mierda,” he hissed. He had reached over to the computer, irritating his shoulder wound.

“Are you alright?” Ashley asked, putting her hand on his knee.

“It’s fine, just…that fucking knife wound really stings.” And it probably hit the bone too, fuck. But at least he wasn’t dead. Had Leon not yanked him to the side, that fucking G.I. Joe freak would have hit him square in the back, most likely making him bleed to death in minutes.

“Luis, can I ask what happened exactly? Leon didn’t really say....”

“I’m not surprised. Here, give me that.” He motioned for the bottle, and took another sip before recounting what had happened.

As soon as the blade slammed into my shoulder, I hit the floor and blacked out immediately- the pain was fucking horrendous. Thankfully, I woke up fairly quickly, only to see Leon struggling with this Krauser dude, yelling about betrayal, mentorship, and whatever else. Shit, I didn’t care. I got up to my knees and fired three rounds into this motherfucker’s back. He dropped, but then began changing into one of those things, only worse. He had a blade for an arm, and his flesh was all plagas-like. Horrific. He sighed, and took a drag from his cigarette. Ashley was awkwardly holding the bottle, and looking down. She mumbled that Krauser was the one that arranged her kidnapping. He expressed his remorse, and assured her he wasn't a threat anymore. As you will find, we managed to kill him. He continued. True, I was still stunned from the wound in my shoulder, but I did my best to help. I even stabbed Krauser with the sharp end of a rusty pipe. Ha. But…Leon was the one to kill him. Stabbed him right through the heart, while the other encouraged him to do it. From what I gather this dude had trained Leon, so there was some connection.”

Ashley finally looked up at him. “Leon must not have taken it well.”

Luis shook his head. “He did not. He stared at his lifeless corpse for a good minute, his bottom lip trembling. I thought he would cry. He then went off to the side and sat in silence for a good few minutes.” He finished the cigarette, and threw it to the ground- this place was filthy either way. “He eventually snapped out of it, and helped me with my wound, but yeah, nasty stuff.”

Ashley nodded solemnly. “Shame about your jacket,” she commented with a sympathetic smile, looking at the bloodied piece of clothing thrown over the edge of a desk.

“Hey, at least it looks cool now,” he quipped. He fully intended to get it fixed, but for now, he’d have to just waltz around in his simple white shirt.

She smiled at him. “You look good in that too,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

He in turn gave her a light smirk and jutted his chin out. “Why Miss Ashley, thank you.” After all, he had the sleeves rolled up and the top buttons undone, just like the ladies liked. “I see my charms have worked. And that you know how to utilize yours, hm?”

She laughed. “Maybe. I’m not too good at this stuff.”

“Ah, you’re still better than our squire over here.” He nodded at the still sleeping Leon. “I sometimes wonder if he even realizes when he’s being flirted with.”

“Oh my god I know right?” Ashley exclaimed. She then furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait…”

Luis nodded in acknowledgement.

“I thought you were a ladies man, Luis,” Ashley said, an amused smile on her face.

“I mostly am, but…I sometimes also am a gentleman’s man.” He lit another cigarette. “Especially if the man in question is so enticing.” And sexy.

“Yeah….” Ashley trailed off wistfully.

“So I think it’s safe to say you like him too, Miss Ashley?”

Her shy smile confirmed it immediately. "It's hard not to. He's so…nice."

An understatement to be sure. "That he is," Luis said. "And interesting that it was something you've noticed as well."

"How do you mean?"

He motioned for the bottle which Ashley was clutching. "Leon is wide, muscley, very handsome, very pretty, and very capable. We have both seen him fight and we know he is capable of impressive acts of violence against those who deserve it, something some people may find attractive." Luis took another swig, noting that somehow they had already gotten through a fourth of the bottle. "And yet what is perhaps most striking is how willing he is to help others. I've known him for what, 24 hours, and he's saved me at least five times. He technically didn't have to. And he would be even right to let me die. But he didn't."

"Luis don't say that…" Ashley trailed off.

"I eventually figured out what Umbrella was doing, and I still stupidly stuck around."

"Well if you hadn't, you wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't have helped me and Leon."

Luis cocked his head. "You have a point, senorita." He winked. “And since you two plan to be around for a while, perhaps you will get Leon interested in you, hm?"

Ashley grinned. "I plan to ask him to join my detail. Dad wouldn't oppose it." She sighed. "Especially since I will probably end up sequestered somewhere. Having Leon would make it better."

"Good plan, good plan." Luis nodded along, not at all jealous.

"But…I don't know how I feel about him. I certainly like him, but I wonder how much of it is just a normal attraction and how much…you know." Ashley gestured, unsure of what to say.

"Stockholm syndrome?" Luis asked.

Ashley gave him a horrified look, and he realized he made a mistake. "No wait, that's not it!" He exclaimed. That was for kidnappers. "...Ah, shining knight syndrome?" Fuck. His English was good, but he still frequently lost himself in all the idioms and metaphors.

Oh, and now Ashley was laughing at him. "I'm sorry it's just, I’m not making fun of you, but when you said Stockholm syndrome, I thought of those freaks, and-" She descended into a fit of hysterical giggles, and he with her. The idea of any of them being a romantic interest was a terrifying and morbid thought, but clearly the alcohol was doing its job, making them silly and giggly. He had to admit he was already feeling tipsy, as was Ashley no doubt.

"I'm sorry Ashley, I-" he coughed, trying to make himself stop laughing.

"No it's okay, I needed a good laugh.” She straightened up in her chair and took a deep breath. “Either way, I know what you mean. I may be more influenced by how heroic he’s being. Even though he says it’s his job.”

“Exactly,” Luis said. “Nothing wrong with that, but if anything, you will probably get a better read once you have known each other, er, outside these lovely circumstances.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, nodding slowly. “I do know that no matter what, I would want to be friends with him. I even asked him if he could maybe train me to be an agent, but he didn’t seem too excited about that…”

Luis tsked. “That’s not surprising, I think.”

“Really? You don’t think he was just blowing me off?”

He shook his head. “Nah. He just doesn’t want you to be involved with such horrors.”

“Well I will be involved anyway.” She sounded indignant. “I will either be an agent, or go into science like you so I can study this virus and stop others from using it. I can easily switch my major, I’m already taking biolog-”

“No no, I am a scientist and I am telling you to not do that. Look at me.” He pointed to himself. “Look at the situation I am in.” He clapped. “Become a medical doctor instead. You can still help people, right?”

“Yeah, I guess….I also was, or am still I guess, studying to become a lawyer.”

“That’s very noble. And still useful. I wouldn’t abandon it.” He put his hands up. “Apologies if my advice is a bit too forward, it’s not like I know much about you and really-”

Ashley shook her head. “No, I appreciate it. It’s nice to talk to someone about it.” She smiled and reached out to hold his hand. “Thanks Luis.”

“Of course. Can I kiss your hand?” He cocked his eyebrow.

Ashley nodded/ “Of course sir!” She giggled, and he readily acquiesced, placing a soft kiss just above her knuckles. “Since I’m giving bad advice- you could always marry someone rich and just use their money to further your own goals.You’re the president’s daughter- you’re a catch!”

Ashley had just been in the middle of taking another sip, but pulled the bottle away to stop herself from spitting the alcohol out everywhere. “Oh my gosh pfft….”

They both descended into laughter again, laughter that was interrupted by a groggy, deep voice. “Ashley?” Leon was attempting to get up, and squinting his eyes at them with a confused expression.

“Leon!” Ashley exclaimed. She put the now half-empty bottle down with a thud and rushed to his side.

Luis slowly followed.

Ashley had thrown her arms over a still half-lying down Leon, and he was warmly hugging her back. “You’re okay.” he said, a smile on his face.

“Of course she is,” Luis said, having already made his way to them. “Got on the machine right after you, and got the virus blasted out of her with great success.”

Leon looked at Ashley, who was sitting on the side, her hand on Leon’s thigh. She smiled at him. “I’m alright, thanks to Luis. And you’re alright too, thanks to him.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Leon said.

Perhaps it wasn’t the most eloquent of thanks, but Luis could tell how sincere Leon was. His eyes betrayed a mixture of overwhelming gratefulness and relief, even though his sunken cheeks and bags under his eyes displayed his sadness like a neon sign above a shitty convenience store.

“My pleasure. I told you I wanted to help. But you-”

There was a distant rumble, followed by a light shake.

“We’ll talk later, we need to go,” Leon said. “Luis, you said you need to pick something up?”

He grabbed one of his over shoulder bags and rushed over to the computer and pulled out the CD backup containing all his notes, research and messages. “Yeah, I don’t think I will be able to. I will just count on you to get me off this island.” He shoved in some medical supplies too, just to be safe.

“Of course!” Ashley exclaimed.

“But you will have to lead us out of here first,” Leon said. He was now up, fully alert, and in battle mode. His eyes were darting around, and his gun was drawn.

“Naturally, my prince charming,” he curtsied, which earned a laugh from Ashley, and a glare from Leon. Fuck they were both still tipsy. Here’s to hoping they didn’t trip over their own feet.

“Shut the hell up and go!” Leon yelled.

He shrugged and broke into a jog. “You know, I just saved your life, you should be more appreciative of that!” he called out. They ran out of the lab and made a left turn- the corridor should take them to a concealed entrance that led to the cliff sides.

“I’m about to not be if you don’t stop with this needless commentary,” Leon grumbled.

Damn. Leon made it just too easy to annoy him.

“And now if you look to your right you will see this amazing cement wall lined with only hints of blood,” Luis began to say in a cheery voice, “-and up ahead we will make a right and see the lovely Los Illumindos labs-”

Ashley was already laughing, and he could only imagine how furiously Leon was pouting. “Are you two drunk?” he asked.

Oh fuck, he must have noticed the bottle. “Of course not- that would be irresponsible.” He turned around and winked at Ashley who was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Anyway, as you so rudely interrupted, if we take a right over here you will see some delightful tunnels-”

This went on for the whole 3 minutes of them escaping. At one point he caught a glimpse of Leon’s annoyed yet resigned face, and it nearly made him double over in laughter. To make matters even better, Ashley giggled and sometimes joined in on his stupid comments throughout the whole thing.

“And here we are, end of tour!” Luis exclaimed. They had emerged onto a wide wooden walkway on the cliffs that stretched both up and down the steep rocks. “Now if we just go up this ladder, a helicopter can easily pick us up.”

“About that…” Leon trailed off. “It blew up, and I lost contact. My comms are down.”

Ashley looked at Leon worried, and Luis threw his head back and sighed. “It seems I have to do everything. Let’s go.” They would try to make a run to the small cave wharf the walkway led to, and hope to god that the motorboat used to make supply runs was still there along with its keys.

The earthquakes were becoming more frequent. Luis could only guess what they meant. The lack of any kind of ganados or any other variety of henchmen led him to believe that Saddler had been defeated, or was in the process of being defeated.

Luis’ theory was confirmed when they miraculously found the motorboat intact with its keys and managed to put some distance between themselves and the island. Through Leon’s binoculars, he watched the mysterious Ada launch a rocket straight into a mutated Saddler's face.

Leon smiled when he had a look himself. "Ada," he softly said.

"Ada?" Luis asked. "So you know her then?"

"We go back," Leon said, not offering any more explanation.

"She saved us before,"Ashley chimed in. "Do you think she will be alright Leon?"

Just then, a helicopter flew over them, clearly landing where Ada was.

"Yeah, she will be fine," Leon said. He had a wistful, tired look on his face. It was obvious that there was some romantic involvement, and Luis had to admit he was deathly curious, but there was no way in hell he would get it out of Leon.

He then noticed there was blood seeping through Leon’s bandages on his right arm and shoulder. "Joder, Leon you're bleeding again.”

"Leave it, we will be picked up soon," Leon said, in a vain attempt to wave him off. Like hell.

Luis asked Ashley to pass him his bag, and began working on Leon, despite his protests that he was steering the motorboat.

"We have open sea in front of us, you won't crash into anything."

"Can I help?" Ashley asked. She was scooting over closer to the both of them, careful not to get up- while the boat was not going very fast, the boat was rocking a fair amount.

"Actually yes, pass me my tote bag," he said.

He got to work as carefully as he could-thankfully Leon slowed and kept the boat sturdy, while calling someone to arrange a pick up place.

"And we have Luis Serra with us….no I did not arrest him,he saved me and Baby Eagle."

"I'm saving you now!" He exclaimed while gently wrapping the bandage around Leon's muscular arm. The person on the other end better have heard him.

Leon gave him an amused smirk. "Copy, will bring him to the extraction point."

"Wait what?" Luis asked. "Am I getting arrested, American? Technically you can't do that, I'm a Spanish citizen."

"What?! Luis is getting arrested?!" Ashley exclaimed, "Leon you can't-" She was pulling out a fresh bandage from the bag.

"Relax, it's not like that, they just want to ask you some questions," Leon said.

Luis scoffed and shrugged. "Looks like I don't have a choice."

"By the way are you done?" Leon asked. Luis had just finished redressing the wound on his forearm.

"No, now your shoulder. Nurse!"

"Yes doctor," Ashley laughed, handing him a neatly rolled bandage.

"Great," Leon grumbled, a slight smile on his face. Regardless, he still dutifully lifted his right arm so his companions could fix it.

"You seem to overstrain your right arm, Leon," Luis said. His fingers neatly danced around Leon's shoulder, swiftly wrapping the clean bandage around the bruised and wounded areas strewn all over his shoulder blade. "Injured your left?"

"Yeah, gunshot wound, six years ago."

Luis tsked. "That would do it." He tucked in the end of the bandage, pulling Leon's sleeve down to keep it in place. His hand lingered longer than it should have, ever so lightly gliding against Leon's shoulder blade. "21 years old huh? You started early."

"Yeah, I did," Leon said, not turning to look at him.

Luis started to realize that the man before him most likely had had a very tragic, upsetting past, not unlike him. He wanted to find out more, but before he could attempt further conversation, Ashley loudly coughed.

Both him and Leon whipped their heads around to look at her, Leon immediately asking if she was okay.

"I think so, I mean, I'm pretty sure I got pneumonia." She gave them an awkward smile, but it was clear the same thought had crossed her mind as theirs.

"Mierda, I should listen to your lungs, but I won't hear shit in this boat and without a stethoscope, but here..." He took her hand and began to take her pulse.

It was alright. "Now look at me…" He moved close, looking into her eyes, specifically the sclera. No trace of the virus.

"Now let me just take a look at your arms…" He ran his fingers up her forearm, applying pressure to key points. He noticed Leon glancing at them, clearly concerned.

Everything looked in order. "You seem to be alright," he gave a reassuring smile. "But doctor first thing. And don't spare details about what you were affected with. I assume the American government knows about the virus, umbrella, all that?" He turned to look at Leon.

"That's classified." He answered. "But…that's part of why they want you around. Just in case."

"Go figure." He sighed.

To his surprise, Ashley took his hand. "I'm not going to let them lock you up somewhere, Luis."

"Oh querida," he leaned in for a hug, and Ashley eagerly reciprocated. He could feel the relief and exhaustion seeping out of her tired body. "You want in Leon?" Luis craned his head around to ask, knowing full well the squire had to steer.

"Very funny." He shook his head. "And also heads up- we're here."

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Before the secret service carted Ashley away, she managed to say goodbye to both Luis and Leon.

First, she took Leon to the side, and while Luis could not hear anything they said, it was clear she was offering him to join her security detail. Leon looked at her with a tired smile, and he could tell by his body language that he was politely declining. Thankfully, Ashley did not seem too broken about it, especially since he had leaned down to let her give him a kiss on the cheek. They then hugged tightly, after which Ashley pointedly ignored the increasingly frustrated agents to also give him a hug.

“He let you down easy?” Luis whispered as they hugged.

She laughed. “He didn’t let me entirely down. He gave me his email and phone. See?” She showed Luis a shakily written number along with a very interesting email address: [email protected]

It certainly wasn’t Leon’s professional email.

“Luis?” Ashley looked at him. “Please stay in touch. I know we already exchanged emails but…please write me. I’ll write you!”

He sighed and cocked his head. “You want to stay in touch with a horrible person like me?”

“Don’t say that.” She quietly said, choked up. “You’re really wonderful, and your knowledge can help others. It’s what you want to do, right?”

“Yes.” He shrugged. “Okay, I give up. I will write you.” He smiled, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She hugged him again, and then, she was climbing into the helicopter.

Luis slowly walked to Leon’s side, watching as the machine took off into the sky. He wondered how they would be shipped out, and more importantly- to where. He took a deep breath, and rubbed his shoulder. The wound hurt like hell, and wherever they were headed, he hoped that there’d be some medical care.

“How’s the shoulder?” Leon softly asked.

“Oh, now you ask, it’s-” Luis did a double take. He had turned to look at Leon, fully expecting to be met with a hardened, somewhat pouty stare he had grown so accustomed to seeing over the past hours. Instead, he was met with a man who had dropped his entire facade.

Exhaustion was too weak of a word to describe what he was seeing. Leon was slouching, his arms were crossed, hands gripping his own biceps in a self-soothing way. The bags under his eyes had somehow increased ten-fold, and his lips were turned up into a weary half-smile, one that said ‘if I take another step I’ll keel over’. It looked like he wanted to faint, but was fighting the urge to do so, instead sort of clumsily swaying, shifting his weight from one foot to another.

Fuck. This man needed to be put on bed rest immediately.

“-it’s, it’s fine.” Luis finally finished his sentence, forgoing any intention of giving Leon shit.

“Some day, huh?” Leon quipped. Fuck, his voice was so shaky.

“Leon, my friend, you need to have yourself examined by a medical professional, now,” Luis insisted, walking up to him. He guided him to a nearby bench overlooking the sea, coaxing him to sit down. “I assume that these people out there in the back are arranging for your transport?” he asked.

“Yeah, they’ll get a helicopter to take me, and you, to the American embassy. I don’t know what will happen from there,” Leon muttered. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

“That’s not important- you need a doctor.” He put his hand on Leon’s back, and to his surprise, Leon didn’t shake it off. In fact, his body twitched and ever so slightly leaned in towards him, as if he wanted to be hugged. But instead, he stiffened, and he continued to silently hold his head in his hands.

This needed to be fucking sped up.

He got up and jogged towards a small group of annoying looking people in formal suits. “Are you getting a doctor for Leon?”

The group stared at him blankly before a woman with glasses finally indulged him. “Condor One said he didn’t need a doctor. I protested of course, but-”

“Yeah, Leon is full of shit.” Luis began to rant. “He’s injured, and physically and mentally exhausted, he’s on the verge of a breakdown, and I only crudely patched his wounds up- agh!” Luis leaned forward, hissing in pain. The wound on his shoulder began to throb.

The nice woman put her hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“No my dear, I have been stabbed.”

She softly chuckled. “We’ll get you a doctor too, Condor One, er, I mean Leon, said you saved their lives. And possibly stopped the virus from moving onto the mainland.”

“That I did too.” Luis gave her his best charming smile, and it worked. The woman ever so slightly blushed and looked to the side, flustered. Yep, he still got it. “Heyyy, you’re the woman Leon was talking to.” By now the other agents had shifted over to the side, continuing their private conversation in hushed tones.

u“Indeed,” she said. “Ingrid Hnnigan.”

“Luis Serra. Encantado.” He winked at her.

“Pleasure to meet you, former Umbrella researcher Luis Serra Navarro.”

“Ahhhh….” Luis’ flirty smile fell away. “And just in how much trouble am I?”

“Possibly none.” She pushed her glasses up. “You have way too much valuable information and experience for us to let it go to waste. And since you seem to be on our side…we could use your abilities.”

Oh, this was good. It meant that he still had plenty of leverage without having to reveal that he was still in possession of the amber. “Alright, but listen,” he slowly crossed his arms, careful not to aggravate his wound. “I have some demands.”

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Luis didn’t think his demands were outrageous. He’d cooperate fully and provide the American government with any information and expertise they needed. In fact, he’d gladly work to counter las plagas and any other strains of the virus. That thing was very much a plague, and it had ruined his and so many other people’s lives.

In return, he demanded legal immunity, a decent salary, and for the American government to pay off his small apartment on the outskirts of Sevilla.

Surprisingly, it was the apartment they balked at- for fuck’s sake it was a measly 50 000 euros left on that mortgage. After gently reminding them that he may be the last surviving plagas expert and the only person with any insider information about Los Illuminados, and that he helped save the president’s daughter, they agreed.

So here he was, after a few-hour round of exhausting questioning, back in his apartment with all of his most important belongings. Fuck had he been smart to set something up before he decided to bail from Los Illuminados, otherwise he’d be homeless.

At least he had received excellent medical care, and he actually felt good, despite catching only a couple hours of sleep before arriving. Americans had excellent painkillers.

He was just about to take a shower when there was a knock on the door. “Are you already here to take me on a job, yankees?” He called out. They better fucking not- the doctor examining him said he needed a few days rest at least.

To his shock, he was met with Leon standing in his doorway.

“Leon…” he trailed off, a wide smile on his face.

Leon had also been given a full medical check-up, and the doctor’s professional opinion was for him to not only get more tests, but to also rest for a whole month. Leon’s response to that was to go for his debriefing, and then to let Hunnigan know that he was ready for his next assignment..

Luis had tried to strike up a conversation with Leon then, even offering him a room in his apartment if he didn’t want to make the trip back to the States immediately. He realized that what he was offering was stupid. No doubt the government could put Leon up in an excellent hotel, far better than his two-room.

In reality, he had been hoping that Leon picked up on his subtle flirting, and that he had some interest in him, even in a platonic way. But what were the chances of that? So Luis gave him a hearty farewell before he left the embassy, hugging him, fully expecting to never see him again. In fact, he thought he had been delusional when he thought he felt Leon smooth his hands down his back.

Well, judging by the handsome blonde man standing in his doorway, he had been wrong.

“You said you could use some company in your apartment. And Hunnigan told me I’ll have an assignment here in Spain soon. So I figured I’d wait here…while keeping an eye on you.” There was a glint in his eye, one that betrayed an inkling of flirty interest.

Luis grinned, and stepped to the side. “Bienvenido.”

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Leon didn’t even drink the coffee Luis had taken time to prepare.

Luis had warmly invited him in, and told him to make himself at home in the small room that functioned as his private study. It wasn’t much, but it had a pullout couch that functioned as a pretty comfortable bed. As Leon trudged to the room, Luis chattered on about how he’d need to find some new sheets, and how he hoped they weren’t too dusty, and how you had to wrestle with the handle a little bit for the bed to come out, and that Leon should ignore the stacks of books and papers lying about, and also that he’d make the coffee black but warm up some milk if Leon wanted to add some.

It took him a good ten minutes to realize Leon had not been responding at all.

“Fuck, did he die in there?” Luis mumbled, rather hurriedly going inside, only to be met with Leon fast asleep on his stomach, one arm hanging over the couch, the other under his head. He hadn’t even bothered to unfold the couch, or undress in any way; his white T-shirt was bunched up around his waist just above the leather belt looped through the waistband of his tight black jeans. Fuck, he didn’t even take off his boots, and his duffle bag had just been dropped into the corner of the room.

Luis’ thought about at least getting the shoes off, but decided against it; he had no doubt Leon possessed killer instincts, and the last thing he wanted was to be pile-drived into his own apartment floor because he touched a sleeping federal agent.

So he waited, adamant on making Leon at least slightly more comfortable, but the moment never came. After four hours, he realized that Leon probably wasn’t going to wake up for another four, if not more. With a sigh, Luis took off his glasses and looked at Leon. He had changed his position, and was now curled up on his side, arms crossed in front of his very wide chest.

He thought that the loud clacking of the computer keyboard would wake Leon up- he had brought a towel and bedding in preparation for that- but it did not. He hadn’t planned to use the computer in the first place, but unfortunately, this was his study, and the machine was far too big to drag on a whim to his bedroom.

So he typed away, making notes, and writing his own detailed report of what had happened on the island, along with what he had done with the ‘sample’. It needed to be studied, and he planned to get himself hired at a private university that would let him use their labs at night under the pretext of personal research. At least, that was the plan for now. Who knew if Ada would come looking for him? He could always lie to her and tell her he never managed to get the amber from the island.

He ran his hand through his hair. He’d figure it out eventually.

Perhaps putting Leon in his study wasn’t the best idea- he did need to work after all. But….if the man slept this hard, then maybe there was no need to. Regardless, Luis was now tired himself, and was definitely not going to do anything else for the next foreseeable hours.

“Goodnight, Prince Charming,” Luis said out loud as he got up. It’s not as if Leon could hear him. He powered down the computer and switched off the lamp, failing to notice Leon’s eyelids flutter open.

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Leon was still asleep when Luis woke up at noon, but to his relief, Leon had wised up and not only folded out the couch, but also showered and undressed down to his T-shirt, as evidenced by the pants and boots dumped unceremoniously on the floor. He was now curled up beneath the thick duvet Luis had laid out, his blonde hair and nose the only thing visible.

Cute.

By the time he made breakfast, Leon was already up.

And oh what a sight it was. The blond prince was standing before him in nothing but a white T-shirt and boxers that left little to the imagination. His hair was delightfully tousled about, fluffy from the shower he had recently taken.

And the best part was that Leon did not look like he was past the point of exhaustion anymore. Simply mildly tired.

“Sorry to impose myself on you like this,” Leon said, sitting down at the tiny kitchen table with a thump. He gratefully accepted the mug of coffee Luis put in front of him.

“I invited you, remember that.” He smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” He scoffed, “I did.”

“And that is…surprising?” Luis asked.

“It is. I haven’t slept well in a while.”

Luis put the food down on the table. “That much I figured. it was obvious from the moment I saw you.”

“Yeah,” Leon said. “I don’t think I would have slept that well in a hotel room.”

“You wouldn’t? Why?”

The conversation flowed from there. Between mouthfuls, Leon told Luis how he was always somewhere on a mission, and could never fully relax, especially since oftentimes he was alone. To make things sadder, Luis found out he didn't even have a place of his own.

But Leon just shrugged at it. "After training I was traveling so much that it just made no sense." He took a sip of his third mug of coffee. "I'll get a place when life settles down."

Luis looked at him and sighed. "You know with this life…"

"Yeah I know." Leon leaned back. "Either way, Luis, I have to thank you.”

“For what?”

Leon smiled and looked away, the blond strands of his hair covering his face. “Just…you’re a good guy. I don’t know or understand how you got with Umbrella, but-”

“I can tell you.” He raised his eyebrows at Leon. “If that will make you feel better.” Anything to get him to stay and trust him more.

“You don’t have to,” Leon said, slightly shaking his head. It wasn’t a dismissal of his experiences, but rather an understanding of how painful the past could be. “You know...” He tapped his fingers against the mug. “I was at the village elder’s house. There was an account of what happened to your grandfather.” Leon looked right at him. “I’m sorry.”

Luis sucked in air. “Yeah…thank you.” The mention of it alone made his stomach turn. At least his revenge had been carried out, to some degree. In fact, just this morning he had offered a quiet prayer to the God he still did not believe in that Saddler and all of the Los Iluminados had been defeated forever.

Still, he was grateful that Leon was understanding, and not wholly judgemental. So he began to speak- partially to gain Leon’s trust, and partially because he had never been able to freely talk to anyone about his past, and God knew he could use a friendly ear.

As it turned out, Leon seemed like the perfect person to do so. Umbrella had effectively ruined both their lives, along with other lawless organizations. In his case, it was a cult. In Leon’s case, it was organized crime and then the American government.

Before they both knew it, it was already late afternoon.

“Luis, can I ask you something?”

Luis laughed. “I think by now you can ask me pretty much anything, American.”

“Why do you call me prince charming?”

There were so many ways he could play this. He could say it was a joke, that he associated Leon’s blond hair, blue eyes, pretty face and seemingly reckless valor with stereotypical Western fairy tales. He could also tell the truth, that he thought of him as an honest hero-type figure with an unshakable moral compass that was as attractive as his looks were.

Luis had been silent too long, because Leon continued. “Do you think of me as charming?” He had propped his head on his hand, and swept his hair out of his face, his blue eyes clearly visible as he studied Luis with an amused smile.

Ay por Dios. He was flirting!

“So you can fl-” Luis bit his tongue. He wasn’t about to tease Leon about his flirting skills, not now, not when he had some kind of in. “Maybe,” Luis said, cocking his eyebrow. “You interested?” Oh that was fucking weak. He could do better, but in his defense, this version of Leon was very different from the version he had initially met. Then again, it stands to reason that one acts differently when not in life-threatening situations.

Leon hmphed and got up with a chuckle. “Maybe. But right now, I need to go lie down.”

“Alright then.” Luis bit his lip. “But could I ask you to go sleep in my bedroom?”

Ah yes, he had hoped Leon would do a double take. He let the question hang before clarifying that he wanted to work in the study. “In fact, I don’t mind us switching rooms. I have to work on getting a new job, you see.”

Leon smirked at him. “We’ll figure something out.” Leon got up, and gently patted him on the back. “Take care, knight.”

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The romantic tension bubbled over after three days.

Luis was surprised it had even taken this long. He soon realized that Leon had a dry, sarcastic sense of humor that very accurately portrayed his state of mind. So when he would jokingly ask Luis to not peek at him while he undressed, or to not get too distracted when he did push-ups in the living room, Luis knew he meant the exact opposite.

It wasn’t subtle, and it was driving Luis crazy. “I will throw you out,” he jokingly threatened at one point, and Leon had jumped up from doing his crunches and stared him down with a “Huh, I’d like to see you try, Dr Luis.”

Luis had to go sit in the kitchen to calm down after that.

That very same day, Luis was sitting on the sill of the large, open living room window. A perk of living in a townhouse with high ceilings and excellent lighting. He was smoking, mindful to at least not do it around Leon. He knew this shit was cancer, but he needed something to take the edge off. Although in this case, it was Leon that was making him nervous.

He had wanted to make a move earlier, but figured it hadn’t been the right moment. So he sulked, smoking, wondering if this would amount to anything, or if they would just dance around each other for eternity.

“Hey, Luis,” Leon walked into his view. He was wearing a tight black shirt, and his blonde hair was falling loosely in his eyes- overall, he looked incredibly handsome. His cheeks looked fuller, he was less pale, and his eyes were not so sunken anymore. Luis had made sure to feed him well, not only cooking but also putting out proper Spanish food to eat, including fresh bread that Leon almost too happily kept filling up on. He couldn't imagine what this man’s diet looked like on a day to day basis.

In return, Leon helped clean up, and Luis even caught him one morning washing the windows…shirtless. His logic had been that he didn’t have too many shirts with him and he didn’t want to get them dirty, but Luis wasn’t stupid- Leon was sporting a coy smile throughout that entire interaction. Helpful asshole.

Luis shook his head, willing the horny thoughts away. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I got the kitchen clean, do you need me to do anything else?”

Luis laughed. “No, I mean you didn’t need to do that at all in the first place. It’s a nice evening, enjoy it.” He nodded outside at the view- while the horizon was obscured by buildings, the warm pastel sky was visible.

Leon crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. “I do. It’s not like I pay rent.”

“You’ve been here all of three days,” Luis said, taking a drag from his cigarette. “And if you insist, there are other ways to pay.” His voice dropped low, and he gave Leon a sultry look.

“Really?” Leon softly asked. “Like what?” He inched closer, not flinching at the cigarette smoke that hit him in the face. There was determination in his eyes.

Luis tried to nonchalantly shrug. “You could….run some errands for me,” he said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly exhaling the smoke out the window. “Or you could do me a more personal favor.” He put the cigarette back between his lips and raised his eyebrows.

Leon tsked. “Stop fucking around, Luis.” And then he leaned in, close, with a clear intent to initiate a kiss. The only thing stopping him was the cigarette in between Luis' lips.

A chill ran down Luis’ spine. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tried to turn his head to exhale, but Leon’s hand was suddenly on his cheek, preventing him from doing so.

So he exhaled, slowly, bathing Leon’s face in a cloud of smoke that dissipated around his features. Leon didn’t even flinch, instead slowly closing his eyes and opening them again, looking at Luis with a barely concealed intensity before finally kissing him.

Luis threw his arm around Leon’s neck, shamelessly kissing back. He flicked the unfinished cigarette out the window, and sunk his hand into Leon's soft hair, reveling in how it felt in between his fingers. In return, Leon engulfed him with his arms, bringing him close to his chest.

They were not being slow, and they were not taking it easy, something they quickly paid for in pain; they were both far from healed yet. So they tried to be more careful, although the shallow kisses soon turned into deep ones, and the light touches turned into groping. Neither of them exchanged a word, but there was no need to- at this point, it was clear where things were heading.

They stumbled into the bedroom, haphazardly undressing along the way. Luis found himself trying to kiss Leon every moment he could- the man's lips were somehow both soft and firm, and he could not wait to feel them across his body, if Leon were so kind to indulge.

And indulge he did, placing kisses on Luis' neck, drawing out satisfied sighs, followed by moans when those very lips moved to his chest. They were now on the bed, in a state of near nudity; Leon was already in his underwear, while Luis still regrettably had his shirt and underwear on. He was desperately trying to wrestle it off as Leon left open mouthed kisses on his lower stomach.

Leon's eagerness was enthralling, but Luis found it unfair- he wanted to do the same to him. Eventually he did, managing to encourage Leon to lie on his back while he licked and nipped at his wide, smooth chest, slowly making his way down to where Leon’s happy trail began.

The first time was awkward, but pleasant. It had been a while for both of them, but they managed to sync with each other, enjoying their mutual, intimate company as the sun set in hues of pink, red, and purple. By their third time, it was already midnight.

Luis laid on his side, slightly panting from the exertion and the following orgasm it had brought. He was grateful for the night air coming from the open windows, cooling his overheated body. He imagined Leon was just as grateful; the beautiful man was lying on his back with his arm thrown over his face, panting furiously- during that last stretch he had done most of the legwork, and while his strength was enviable, Luis imagined it too had its limits.

“We should probably go to sleep, huh prince?” Luis had been forced to abbreviate the nickname; ‘prince charming’ was a little long to call out while getting fucked.

Leon’s lips turned up in a smile. “Yeah, probably.”

They settled into a comfortable silence, before Luis broke it by asking a question. “Leon, if you don’t mind me asking-” he propped himself up on his elbow, the bed slightly creaking under his weight. “-you’ve always been into men? Because myself…” he waved. “...a fairly recent development, well recent; I decided I was bisexual five years ago.”

Leon softly chuckled and turned towards him, the lone lamp they had turned on bathing his naked body in a warm light. Luis held his breath; this man was a picture of male beauty. He hoped he would never leave his bed.

“I haven’t really thought about it. Didn’t really have the luxury to do so,” Leon replied.

“The luxury?” That was a confusing answer.

“You know,” Leon cleared his throat. “I had other things happening. And it seemed like trying to figure out my sexuality was on the bottom of the list and not a priority. Or having a relationship of any kind.”

Luis sighed. It was a sad thing to say, albeit not surprising. Leon was the kind of person who put others first and himself second- in apparently every regard.

“Well I am glad you made your way into my bed. “Luis leaned in to kiss him, and the kiss was eagerly returned. “Let’s sleep then.”

“Yeah, night,” Leon said, getting up. “See you morning.”

“Uh, Leon? where the fuck are you going?” Luis said in a tone of mock anger. No doubt he was going to shower or something.

“Well to my room.” He was now standing awkwardly at the food of the bed, a spare white sheet wrapped around his waist.

Oh Luis was now actually angry. ‘Why?! There’s plenty of room here-it’s not like this is a one-night stand you know!” At least, he didn’t want it to be. “You don’t have to bolt out as soon as we finish! Do you not like my company anymore?”

“No, no no.” Leon raised his hand in a reassuring manner and lightly shook his head. He sounded very sincere. “It’s just, I usually don’t stay.” He shrugged. “Even if it’s in the same apartment.”

Luis figured he’d get to the ‘why’ one day. Currently, he was too tired to ask, but like hell was he going to sleep without Leon next to him. So he sat up and reached for Leon’s sheet, pulling him back into bed.

Leon stumbled forward, a beaming, toothy smile on his face as he lay back down. One of the biggest ones Luis had seen yet.

“Here, turn around,” Luis said, coaxing Leon to lie on his side with his back to him. He then pressed himself against Leon, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Let me just hug you like this for a little while, hm?” Luis nuzzled his face into the crook of Leon’s shoulder, sighing contentedly into the soft, still-slightly-damp skin. “Keep you from going away.” As to make a point, Luis squeezed Leon’s waist a little tighter.

Leon made no effort to shake him off, instead placing his hand on Luis’ arm. “I will have to go though.”

“Hm?” Luis hummed into Leon’s shoulder.

“Hunnigan called. Nothing big, but I’ll have to go for a few days.”

“Uh-huh. And you intended to sneak out in the morning, huh prince?”

It was silent for a while before Leon replied. “Not anymore.”

Luis was falling quickly asleep, but that didn’t stop him from placing a lazy, wet kiss to the back of Leon’s neck. “Come back as soon as you’re done. I’ve been lonely for too long. As have you.”

Leon didn’t say anything- sleep was already taking him. However, in the cozy darkness of the small bedroom, he took Luis’ hand in his, and squeezed it tightly before giving into slumber with a soft smile on his lips.

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