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sweets3rial · 2 months

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the tutor in dorm 24B

inspired by this request

meantutor!re2!leon x fem!reader

summary: you have no choice but to go to your math professor for help in the class. unfortunately, he can't help you. but he knows a certain blonde that can, top of his class, perfect scores on everything, just the tutor for you.

tags: college!au, math/stats terminology, ooc leon, leon is an asshole, leon & reader have attitudes, dom!leon, slightly jealous leon, degrading kink, praise kink, leon talks you through it, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (use safety guys!), oral sex, cunnilingus, clit stimulation, teasing, etc.

word count: 9.8k 🧍‍♀️ (this shit long sorry)

math is horrible. you’ve never been bright in math, plus it isn’t fun. it’s only fun when you understand what you’re doing. especially statistics, which is a whole other level for math. there are symbols, very important definitions and strategies, formulas and techniques, very precise calculations and data.

you never understood what the teacher was writing up on the board when you’d step into lecture. he moved fast and spoke even faster, you’re hands would cramp trying to keep up with him and you’re notes were a jumbled mess.

even if you tried so hard, you just couldn’t understand. your mind was constantly running, like a hamster on a wheel though it was nonstop. it was the same schedule pretty much every day. you wake up, rush out of your dorm, race to class, get to class huffing and puffing, and you do this three more times for your other classes.

then after a long day of learning, you’re off to work at the cafe down the street. it’s a very famous cafe, especially with it being so close to campus. convenient for students who needed work and wanted a nice coffee.

after work, you’d go back to your dorm on the brink of passing out, but of course, you had to study.

it was a constant look, a constant cycle that seemingly never broke until summer break. your days were starting to blend together and you were slowly driving yourself insane. at one point, you put stats at the back of your mind since you were so focused on an essay for your english class.

little did you know that you’d pay for that in the future. you missed one class, one lecture - and it seemed like you missed a whole semester.

you went to class the next day, after turning in that very important essay, and you were completely lost. you tried talking to your classmate about what the professor was talking about but she was just as lost as you.

if you thought stats was hard before, it’s even harder now. you looked over your notes from before, trying to correlate those to the ones now. though, nothing made sense.

that led you to where you are now. a week later, still very much lost, and you’re grade dropping with every single assignment.

you toyed with the drawstring of your sweats, blinking your dry eyes and nibbling at the dry skin of your lip. you were trying so hard to stay awake as your professor scrolled through your grades. his eyes were squinted and his knuckles pressed to his lips.

he had a pensive look on his face, looking from your scores and back to you.

you could practically read his mind. it was embarrassing and shameful. he took off his glasses with a sigh and turned his chair to face you.

“you were doing really good in the beginning but after chapter three i mean,” he paused gesturing his head over to the computer where the D’s and F’s lined up like a pattern.

“what happened? chapter three was so long ago why didn’t you reach out?”

you never understood why some professors didn’t take students' lives into consideration. some professors think that students have no life while others are very considerate. this professor wasn’t one of those professors.

he didn’t understand why his students couldn’t understand his material or why people asked stupid questions. even though, at the beginning of the semester he mentioned:

‘even stupid questions are good questions’

then when that stupid question is asked. he sits there with a disappointed look on his face and quite literally embarrasses that student in front of everyone. which is why, you don’t ask questions at all. you don’t want to be embarrassed, especially not in front of 30 other people.

“i’m sorry, my life has just been really hectic lately and-“ you rambled, running your hands over your face with a heavy sigh. until, of course, you were interrupted.

“no worries, i understand but,” he paused again, judging you with his eyes and completely ignoring the fact that you were on the brink of a mental breakdown. “you gotta reach out for help if you need it.”

even if you tried, it probably wouldn’t help. his teaching methods are like tough love. harsh but it’s supposed to teach you a lesson. spoiler alert, it never does.

he reached over for a pen and a sticky note and you watched him scribble down a few numbers and a name.

“i can’t really help you since my life is also hectic,”

alright, asshole. you’re the fucking professor you should be helping me. you said to yourself, never in your life did you want to slap someone so bad,

“but i can refer you to one of my top students.” he pushed the sticky note toward you. you picked it up and read the name at the top, his dorm number, and his phone number.

great, just what you needed a tutor.

you weren’t sure how exactly this ’top student’ was passing this class with flying colors and it was to the point your professor was impressed. which he never is and never was.

either this top student is sucking your professor's dick behind the scenes or is actually insane.

you read the name at the top as your professor began to speak.

“his name is Leon, he’s gotten perfect scores on every quiz and test, very smart and a decent kid,”

yup, Leon is definitely sucking this man's dick.

Leon’s contact info and his dorm room were written underneath his name. it was odd that he didn’t tutor in the library like the rest of the tutors did. though, given the fact he’d rather tutor in his dorm, he probably isn’t a tutor at all.

“i contacted him before our meeting today, he’s expecting you.

“oh, okay.” you nodded slowly, pocketing the small slip of paper. you weren’t so sure if you were comfortable being alone in a random dorm with some guy you’ve never met, but for the sake of your grade you were willing to do so.

you finalized your meeting with your professor and left his office even more unsatisfied than when you came. you were hoping he’d give you a run down on what you missed but instead, he completely dismissed you to his top student.

you left the building phone and slip of paper in hand, you weren’t sure if you should text him or not. ultimately, you decided it could wait. you were exhausted and maybe a small nap would be helpful rather than going to this guy's dorm where you probably wouldn’t learn jack shit.

—

Leon waited for you. he was told to expect you around the afternoon, so he canceled his plans with his friends, he went home to his dorm, tidied up, and put on a more suitable outfit. he never wanted to be a tutor it was tiring trying to teach someone something over and over again.

plus, he had doubt in his skills as well. he would be to blame if someone were to get a bad score or if they failed their exam.

but when his stats professor made a deal with Leon, he decided to take it. if he were to tutor you and possibly future students, he’d put in a good word with any police academy he wanted to join.

Leon wasn’t so sure how his professor would get that to happen but it was better than nothing at all.

so he waited, half an hour went by and then an hour and another. at this point, he was tired both physically and mentally. he sat leaned onto his desk with an elbow, tapping his pen against his notebook. it didn’t take long for him to catch the hint that you weren’t coming.

and just as he was about to strip his clothes to take a nap, there was a knock at his dorm door. his hands dropped at his sides and a sigh left his mouth, though he tried to maintain a calm act even though he was close to bursting into flames.

he was irritated, you were two hours late, he was already drained from a long day of sprinting around campus for his classes and he just got dumped not too long ago. he does not have time to be in a good mood.

albeit, he still opened the door with a smile.

“hi, you must be-“

“yes, i’m so so sorry! i know i was supposed to be here hours ago,”

Leon let out a small laugh, mumbling under his breath, “yeah, you were…”

unfortunately, you heard that part, and your heart dropped. at first glance, this guy looks like a sweetheart. he had a nice face, his cheeks a little round but his jaw very defined and sharp. his eyebrows were relaxed and a thick brown, and his dirty blonde hair was split down the side and a little long — the ends just touching the height of his cheekbones.

his lips were plump and a nice pink, glasses were perched up on his head and you guessed he was probably wearing them earlier.

his chin had a small indent, a little butt chin almost. he had two beauty marks on his throat, right on his adams apple, and a few small ones on his face.

he wore a basic dark blue sweater, even with the baggy fabric you could still tell his shoulders were nice and broad and he paired his sweater with basic grey sweats.

he was very attractive, tall, and muscular but that baby face was throwing you off. it wasn’t a bad thing, rather it was intriguing. how are you supposed to focus when there’s a very attractive man tutoring you? maybe your professor is secretly setting you up.

“oh god, i’m so sorry. i probably should’ve gotten your number from our professor,”

“uh no worries, just come in.” he said in a hurry, opening the door further for you. you nodded to him a thank you and stepped inside.

his dorm smelt of fresh mint and lemon, there was a hint of spice in the air as well. it was pretty warm, which made you guess the heater was on.

he shut the door behind you, walking past you as you stayed in the doorway to slip off your shoes. you took around the room for a second. his bed was up against the left side of the room, away from the sight of the door. dark midnight blue sheet, with a matching duvet and pillowcases.

underneath his bed were a bunch of bins, probably clothes and extra storage. against the back wall was his desk, piles of papers and different books were all stacked neatly at the side. the large window above the desk allowed a natural hue of light to cast down into the room, giving the room a pale yellow glow.

against the other wall was a dresser and closet. his room was very generic, with some posters and photos taped to the walls and a whiteboard with messy scribbles depicting his schedule for the week.

“so uh, how much did the professor tell you?” he asked, sitting at his desk chair and swerving around towards you and he lowered his glasses down to his eyes. you took a few steps further into his dorm, adjusting the tote bag on your shoulder.

“um he just said to meet you here and that you could help,”

“well no shit,” he scoffed, catching you off guard and sending a tense feeling through your muscles. “did he say what you needed help with? which chapter? which concept?” he asked and each time you shook your head like a dumbass.

“i’ve kind of been struggling the whole semester i just-“

“why didn’t you get help earlier?” Leon asked curiously, tilting his head to the side. unlike your professor, who seemed actually concerned this time. but that concern was probably for himself instead of you.

“i was embarrassed, i guess,” you shrugged.

he sighed, dropping his head and nodding his it up an down.

“okay well, uh please sit anywhere really uhh,” he got up from his desk chair and walked over towards the other corner of his dorm. there was another small chair in the corner, albeit a bit old, and he brought it over to his desk.

“sorry, i’m not used to visitors.”

“no worries,”

you sat down on his old chair and placed your tote bag into your lap as he opened up his computer. you watched as he brought his glasses up in front of his eyes and opened up the course page. “so uh, what did you need help with?”

his tone was harsh, almost like your professors. you felt intimidated by him, he was smart and quite rude.

“um well, everything?” your answer sounded more like a question, causing him to raise an eyebrow up at you.

“i’m sorry, i can’t help you with everything,” he spat, turning his shoulders towards you with one elbow on his desk. “give me specifics, like which chapter?”

“every chapter, it just isn’t making sense to me and i-“

a sigh left his lips and his shoulders slumped, you could practically hear the thoughts running through his head. “alright well, i can help you with the first chapter,” he said with a shrug.

you nodded along, reaching into your bag for your notes.

“the first chapter is pretty basic. basic terminology and techniques we use throughout the class, ‘kay?” he began, speaking with his hands as he went. you nodded at him, placing your notebook at the edge of his desk and writing down what he just said.

anything counts, anything you could get would help. you needed to get a good grade in this class, if you had to retake it for the credit it would be a disaster.

“it’s mostly the types of data, the collections of data, the types of sampling — and those are the basics.” his eyes flickered from his computer down towards your hunched figure. you were writing down every single word he spoke. you’d repeat his words to yourself in silent whispers.

then, as you finished writing, you looked up at him and waited for him to continue but he was left speechless. you really were desperate.

“tell me, do you know any of the terminology in chapter 1?” he asked, turning his full figure towards you. doing so, his knees were now touching yours. he didn’t miss the way you scooched back further in your chair to avoid his touch. cute.

“uh,” you hummed to yourself as you flicked through your notes and back to chapter one.

“no, no,” he stopped you, placing his hand over yours and bringing it back down into your lap. “tell me from memory, not from your notes.”

he watched you blink at him as if you were processing his words slowly, “uh yeah, i can do that.” you leaned away from his desk and your notes and faced him, your knees touching his again.

“i know sample versus population,”

“give me an example of both.” he cut you off again, leaning back into his chair and adjusting his hips.

“um, a population will be all the college students of our university but a sample would be just the engineer students,”

“good, at least you know that.”

you gave him a nervous laugh, a little more proud than you should be but his praise made you feel … good.

he continued to make you list what you know, making sure you knew every term by giving him real-life scenarios and every time you got it correct it was like a golden sticker was placed on your forehead. you were beginning to understand and, as ridiculous as it sounds, you were starting to have fun.

relating the different terms to real-life situations made it easy on you, rather than the unrealistic scenarios your professor gave you.

he let out a loud yawn and you caught a whiff of his minty breath, he’d been chewing on mint gum for the past hour now. throwing an old one away and popping in a new stick. you could tell he was getting tired, he was less responsive and blinking slowly.

“i think you should get some rest,” you told him. he looked over at you with a small ‘hm?’ before shaking his head, blonde hair sweeping over the bone of his brow and lips curling down into a frown.

“i’m fine,” he practically shouted out after another yawn, “let’s just finish it, ‘kay?”

“no, Leon, it’s okay we can continue another time.”

he stayed silent, his lips pursed as he looked down at your notes. gradually, his head began to bob up and down into a nod and another yawn left his mouth. this time, he stretched back, letting his sweater glide up slightly to reveal a sharp v-line and brown happy trail.

you quickly looked away and began to pack up your things, shoving your notebook and pencil case into your bag — not even bothering to shut or zip anything up.

“man, look at the time,” he said, lifting up his sleeve to reveal a black watch. “next time be on time, that way we have more time.” he smiled at you as you stood up.

you weren’t sure whether to take that as a friendly reminder or a warning but either way you nodded.

you made your way towards the door, slipping on your shoes and looking back at him to say goodbye. you expected him to still be seated at his desk or even going to lay on his bed. though, to your surprise, he was standing directly behind you.

hands stuffed in the pockets of his sweater.

“jesus!,” you jumped, “sorry, you surprised me.”

“uh, who else do you expect to lock the door behind you?”

you blinked up at him, again caught off guard. he was a little bipolar with his attitude, one minute he’s proud of you for getting something the next he’s making fun of you with his eyes.

“well, goodnight,” you said to him as you stepped out the door, he didn’t say anything else. he kicked the door closed and locked it the moment you stepped out.

you could feel your eye twitch, only if you could march back in there and beat the blue out of his eyes but he was just a tutor. just a few weeks of this and then you’ll never have to speak to him again.

“are you serious? we just went over this,”

“i’m sorry i blanked out,”

“no, you didn’t i was watching you giggle on the phone with that little boyfriend of yours,”

“first of all, why are you watching me? and second of all, i wasn’t on the phone with any boyfriend.”

he sighed, leaning back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “i wasn’t stalking you, dumbass. your bright ass screen caught my attention and when i looked over voila it’s you.”

he leaned forward, pointing a finger at your face and squinting his eyes behind his glasses, “and who else would have you giggling like that in the middle of a lesson huh?”

to be honest, he didn’t like that you weren’t paying attention, it was more work on him because you always came crying to him about not understanding a topic. he didn’t necessarily hate tutoring you. sure, you guys had some fun times but it was beginning to become a part of his everyday life.

canceling plans on his friends, not going to the gym, and missing out on his personal time. his goal was to teach you and go over a chapter every week, it was working … slowly but surely.

“i saw a funny video, ‘kay?”

“wow, so you’re just sitting in class watching silly videos. no wonder why your brain is rotten.”

“hey, asshole, the professor wasn’t even talking about anything important. it was more about his dumbass grandkids,” you rebutted, grumbling your words toward the end of your sentence.

“if it wasn’t anything important, how come you don’t know what he just fucking talked about?” he said with a scoff.

you groaned and began to pack your things, you probably should’ve done this a long time ago. sure, Leon helps, but he belittles you in every way and it’s beginning to actually hurt. his rude comments and attitude.

he was like a hawk or a vulture, hovering over you every second of the day and then picking at you when you were alone. slowly tearing at your skin and ripping off flesh until he got to bone. he was always watching you.

you couldn’t go on your phone in class to check a text or even walk out early because he will know and will say something about it later. maybe it was time for another tutor.

“whatever, Leon. you’re not helping anymore.” you scoffed his way as you stuffed your computer into your bag.

“that’s where your wrong, your grades have been getting better, haven’t they?”

“what are you? my dad? you’re checking my grades now?”

only if he wasn’t so stupidly handsome, you would probably smack him across the face or maybe choke him out. there was something about Leon that you liked, unfortunately. he was intriguing, he knew so much about you but you didn’t know anything about him.

he wasn’t in the frat, thank god. he was smart and had a large group of friends. you always caught them hanging out in the private study rooms in the library, the ones they always made sure to book. they all would stay there and hang out like obnoxious fools.

it was rare to see Leon smile and laugh, he looked like a completely different person. his eyes gleamed differently and he had a specific glow around him. maybe the reason you saw him so much in public or outside of his dorm was because you looked for him.

you looked for him and that glow.

“i’m not, the professor told me.” he watched as you continued to pack, were you really leaving? was he too harsh? sometimes he was only ‘mean’ to you to elicit a reaction from you. it was cute to watch your jaw drop and your fingers twitch as if you wanted to hit him.

sometimes, you played along, insulting him back. it was amusing to watch your spark glow into a flame. he hated tutoring but he didn’t hate you.

“of course, you practically suck that man's dick during office hours,” you said to yourself but loud enough to let him hear.

“that’s hilarious,” he said, rubbing at his nose bridge where his glasses sat.

“you didn’t deny it.” you huffed turning to leave until you were, very abruptly, yanked back. his hand had wrapped around your wrist, holding you back from leaving.

you turned back to him, his head was tilted to the side and he silently motioned with his eyes towards your seat.

“sit, we’re not done.”

his tone sent chills up your spine but you still refused, only if he didn’t look so damn good.

“yes, we are.”

you yanked your wrist away from him but much to your prevail, that only prompted him to stand up, grab you by your hips, and push your right back down into your seat.

“no. we are not.”

you sat still, bag in your lap, eyes wide and lips shut. did he just…man handle you back into your seat?

he sat back down in his seat after you, rolling his jaw with a sniff. “where were we?”

you remained silent and still, you knew if you got back up to leave he’d only pull you back down into your seat. though, you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. the minute his large hands fell onto your hips there was a burn that ran through you, and it wasn’t rage.

“what is variance?” he asked turning towards you.

“standard deviation squared,” you replied, very straight and mellow-toned.

a smile grew onto his lips, the blues of his eyes gleaming and his pearly white teeth slowly revealing from underneath his pink plump lips. “good, you’re getting the hang of it.”

ever since then, Leon was very comfortable with touching you and kind of controlling you. tugging you by your wrists, guiding you with his hand on the small of your back, touching your legs, or shoving you to get your attention.

you were slowly losing it. you couldn’t even think straight, he was such a distraction. his voice, his hands, his scent, everything. the way he dressed was always so casual but he always looked so good, basic sweats with graphic tees or a sweater.

glasses, hair sometimes a little messy. you noticed when he was very focused his tongue would stick out from the corner of his mouth, it was cute, to say the least. he’d scrunch his nose to keep his glasses up on his eyes, he rolled his ankle instead of bouncing his leg, and when he laughed.

it was boisterous and full of light. you never thought that you could make him laugh, even if he wasn’t laughing with you rather he was laughing at you.

“are you serious? it’s like you don’t retain anything at all, how did you even get accepted?”

that one kind of hurt but you were too focused on the brightness in his cheeks and his perfectly straight teeth.

“well the acceptance rate is pretty high so…” you shrugged turning back towards your notebook.

you kept on denying the fact that you very much had a crush. is it wrong to find someone attractive? no, not at all. it’s a regular thing to find people attractive, doesn’t mean you have a crush on them. but this … is different.

a month and a half in you were beginning to realize you very much had a crush on Leon. you were beginning to get used to him and he was getting used to you.

you looked forward to tutor sessions now, practically dropping everything to go and see him. you began putting on extra perfume and wearing your hair down rather than keeping it up.

you kept your attire casual, you didn’t want him to think that you were dolling yourself up for him. so pajama pants or sweats were your usual go-to.

little did you know, Leon noticed everything. he was keen to snuff people out. he could smell you from a mile away, that heavy fragrance of yours was slowly seeping into his clothes and his brain. even after months, everything you touched was beginning to smell like you.

he noticed how your makeup slowly became heavier and your hair was all nicely done for him.

to be frank, he was flattered. he hoped you were getting all dolled up for him and not the guy who constantly blew up your phone. who is he? is he a boyfriend? a relative? a crush? a friend? who is he?

Leon wants to know, who do you see throughout the day? who are your friends? what do you like? do you like him? do you hate him? every time he sees your face he just wants to know, who are you?

Leon sat at his desk, waiting for you. his hands were folded up to his mouth and his leg was bouncing anxiously. you’ve never been late, well except for that first day but other than that you were always on time. always.

the pillow you occasionally sat in your lap during these sessions was now in his lap. it smelt just like you. at first, he wanted to snatch it away from you the moment you put the pillow into your lap, hugging it against you and spreading your germs onto it.

but then, it was nice. it was your signature pillow, you looked for it every time you came over and placed it directly in your lap. now, he finds himself carrying it around or having it next to him while he sleeps. is that weird?

well, it was his pillow in the first place. what’s so wrong about having it in his bed? it’s comforting.

his eyes quickly flicked over when his phone screen lit up, he looked over at it quickly reading the notification. you texted him.

was something wrong? are you sick? do you no longer need tutoring?

he quickly unlocked his phone and read the message, the pillow now bunched up underneath his nose as he slowly inhaled and exhaled your heavy scent.

‘hey, might be running a little late today :/. there’s a lot of traffic.’

traffic? where are you coming from?

‘k.’

he kept his reply short and nonchalant even though his curiosity was close to killing him. he knew the semester was close to ending, meaning he wasn’t going to see you afterward. it’s a big campus, so many buildings and so many students. he rarely sees you.

though, he catches a glimpse of you in the library, walking and talking with your friends. in the lunch hall, always getting the same drink from the vending machines and leaving in a hurry as you typed away at your phone.

you told him you had no boyfriend, but maybe you were lying to him. maybe it’s because he wasn’t a close friend of yours. that’s right, he’s just a tutor — not a friend or a love interest in your eyes.

he sat there longer than he anticipated, he didn’t realize how long he had been sitting until there was a knock on the door. he stood up, tossing the pillow in his lap aside onto his bed and rushing to the door. almost tripping over the clothes and mess that sat on his floor.

shit, he forgot to clean. he kicked the mess aside as he made his way to the door. kicking it under his bed mostly. he almost tripped on one of his shoes, letting out a small cuss before stumbling more towards the door.

the chaos behind the door caused you to furrow your brows.

“Leon? you good?”

“yeah! hold on!” he shouted out. you nodded slowly, itching at your ankle with the tip of your shoe.

Leon looked down at his attire, week-old sweats and a white sweatshirt with oil stains on it.

he turned away from the door quickly and silently ran back into his room, he needed clean clothes and he hadn’t done laundry all week. he didn’t have time, all because he was too busy thinking about you.

he quickly threw his sweatshirt off, taking the glasses off his head in the same swift movement. now he was just a mess, feeling around his bed for his glasses like Velma from Scooby Doo. all while his sweats were halfway on his legs.

“shit, shit,” he muttered to himself and he almost sighed with relief as he finally found his glasses and a clean, well decently clean, sweatshirt.

he rushed over to the door, sweat sticking to his hairline and very much out of breath. when he swung it open he was met by you looking down at your phone, texting someone once again. you looked up at him with a smile.

“what were you doing in there, huh? hiding a girl from me?” you taunted with a smile. he took notice of your outfit once you stuffed your phone away, a small wine-red top paired with some baggy jeans. you had a nice pendant necklace on, hanging right between the swell of your breasts, and cute little bracelets all up your wrists.

your makeup was done nicely, same with your hair. you were very very pretty today. you always were. but who did you look pretty for today?

“don’t be an idiot,” he scoffed, stepping sideways and letting you inside. you chuckled to yourself, finishing up your text to your friend before your phone was miraculously snatched from you.

“no phones tonight.” he snapped at you, taking a sneaky peek at your text convo. it wasn't a guy, it was a friend who was a girl. you two were speaking about a house party and tutoring. he lifted an eyebrow and looked down at you, he was completely ignoring your small grumbles of complaints.

“you were at a house party before this?”

“nosy much!” you snapped as he shut your phone off and stuffed it away into his pocket.

“answer the question,” he sighed like a disappointed parent.

“yes, i was and i ditched it to be here. with you.” you finalized.

he wasn’t gonna lie, the last part of your sentence sends electricity through his veins. you ditched fun to be here. not for tutoring. not for your grade. but to be here with him. he had no words, he was just frozen in place not sure of what to say or do.

“um, no phones today no distractions. midterm is coming up and i don’t want you to fail,” he said, clearing his throat. he shut the door softly and locked it. he turned to face you, taking off your shoes with a pout.

“aw, you care about my score?”

he rolled his eyes, shoving past you with another scoff. “yeah because your score reflects my tutoring.”

"and here i thought you hated tutoring,"

"i do, hurry up and get inside."

you smiled up at him, walking further into his room and instantly looking for your pillow. it wasn’t in its usual spot but you found it on top of his bed. his very tall bed. you jumped up, half of your body on the bed and your legs dangling off the floor.

you outstretched your arm for your his pillow. it was just at your fingertips but still out of reach. why did his bed have to be so big?

Leon watched you struggle for a bit, amused at how hard you were working just for a pillow. he also took this chance to admire how good you looked, almost perfect. bent over the edge of his bed, shirt riding up to reveal more of your back.

he couldn’t help but imagine you in this position but in different circumstances. his hands on your waist, bodies sticky and sweaty, hips rocking against one another.

he was quickly shaken out of his trance when you hit him in the face with the pillow.

“let’s get this over with, my friends are expecting me back in two hours.”

he cleared his throat and nodded with a small, “yeah.” his voice cracking in between.

it was hard to focus, he couldn’t stop looking your way. he couldn’t dismiss the burn that flew through him every time your knees touched his. he couldn’t form a sentence when your eyes would lock with his as you patiently waited for him to teach you something else.

almost like a dog waiting for a fucking treat.

the mascara on your lashes made your lashes pop more, shiny gloss on your lips, and the blush on your cheeks was nice and bright — but not too obnoxious. what was obnoxious though was your top, so dangerously low and that pendant hitting the fat of your breasts with every movement.

you were speaking to him but his eyes were focused on your pendant necklace. you took notice of it, stopping midsentence and looking down towards your necklace that he was so focused on.

“who’s the one distracted now?” you chuckled, taking out the pendant from your shirt and showing it to him.

“where’d you get it from? a boyfriend?” he asked out of nowhere. even his own words caught him off guard. he didn’t mean to ask that last part but it has been on his mind forever.

“Leon, how many times do i have to tell you?” you sighed out, leaning back into your chair and crossing your legs. “i don’t have a boyfriend.”

“then who is currently blowing up your phone?” he asked, motioning down to your phone constantly buzzing in his pocket.

“my friends,” you said with a shrug.

“i don’t believe it.”

“well, you should.”

“what could they possibly want to talk about?”

“you,” you said, looking from your phone lighting up in his pocket then back up at him.

you watched his eyebrow raise in confusion and he tilted his head to the side once again in disbelief. but you nodded slowly leaning towards him.

“they think you’re hot,”

“oh really?”

“yes, really.”

he scooted closer to you, both of his meaty thighs now trapping yours. his pupils dilated as he looked into your own. instantly, your palms began to sweat. you crossed your arms over your chest, subconsciously trying to shoo away the goosebumps rising onto your skin.

“what do you think then?” he asked, his voice low and his eyes flickering down to your lips and staring there.

“of?” you answered with another question.

“you think i’m hot?” he was inching closer closer, surely this was another way to tease and taunt you. even so, your heart was beating out of your chest and you were shrinking away from him.

“mmm not really, you’re kinda ugly.” you lied. that was the biggest lie you’ve ever said out loud. you haven’t even admitted your little crush to your friends. you were denying it to your core but right now with him so close like this, his breath fanning against yours and his hands placed on either side of your chair — you were ready to give up.

“liar.”

“not a li-“

before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours. soft plump and warm. wet from the amount of times he’s licked over them with a hint of mint from his gum. you kissed him back, leaning forward to press your lips against his even more.

your entire body lit up, you could feel your knees grow weak and the butterflies in your stomach felt more like a wildfire. with every smack of your lips, there was another spark and more of that fire spread.

his hands found your waist, tugging you up off your chair and towards him. you accepted his instruction quickly and obediently. he pulled you into his lap, hands moving from your waist and towards your hips.

his thumbs rubbed at your skin, calloused fingertips colliding with your soft skin. hot and gentle. you moaned onto his lips, tilting your head to the side and bringing your hands from his shoulders and towards the nape of his neck.

shivers ran through him at your touch, the cold sweat on your fingertips and your manicured nails scratching at his scalp.

he ran his hot tongue along your bottom lip and you welcomed him. tongues finding each other in a heated and passionate battle. you moaned at the minty taste on his tongue practically melting into him.

his hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer to him until you could practically feel his heart beating against yours.

he reached down into his pocket, bothered by your buzzing phone. he threw it to the side and onto his desk, he couldn't care less where it landed, he was more focused on you. your gloss stuck to his lips, it tasted fruity like cherries and he could taste the smallest twinge of rum on your tongue.

he pulled away, one hand grabbing the back of your neck to keep you in your place, “drinking and driving, huh?”

you rolled your eyes, rolling your hips down into his, “it was just one shot.”

you kissed him again, feverishly. you were hungry and desperate, you never wanted someone so bad. even if he made you feel like shit, pretty privilege at its finest. you didn’t care if he tugged and shoved you around like a damn rag doll, it was hot.

you didn’t care if he insulted you, part of you really fucking liked it.

he kept his lips on yours as he let his hand run down underneath the curve of your ass and the other guided your thigh around his waist. he stood up taking you with him, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.

you held him close, both of you kissing at a slow and deep pace. in all truth, you didn’t think Leon was interested in you in the slightest but judging from the way his hands traveled all over your body you were very very wrong.

his hands reached up beneath your top, feeling for your bra clasp but he was surprised to find none. you smirked against his lips.

“no bra, fuck that’s hot.” he sighed against your lips, copying your smirk.

he threw you down against his bed, watching your hair splay out around your head like a halo. your lip gloss was ruined, smeared all over your mouth and your lips were now plump and glossy with his spit.

you looked up at him, the fire behind your eyes and adrenaline running through every vein in your body. you propped yourself up onto your elbows, slowly scooching away from him as he crawled towards you.

his hands on either side of your frame, icy blue eyes staring right into yours. his lips were now swollen and pink, some of your lipgloss smeared all over his mouth.

“where you going?” he taunted, a certain tone in his voice. his hands reached for the hem of his sweatshirt, quickly pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side along with the rest of his clothes. you scanned your eyes up and down his built figure, who knew he was so muscular.

underneath all those sweatshirts and loose tees was a greek god. chiseled muscle and wide shoulders, his arms were thick and looked as if they could kill. no wonder he could throw you around like you weighed nothing. he was built like a fucking tank.

your eyes trailed down to the happy trail, you witnessed now and then. sharp v-line, light brown hair with a single vein running down.

his hand wrapped around your ankle, tugging you down the bed until his face hovered over yours. “my eyes are here,” he told you before placing his lips on yours. your hands ran up his arms and up to his shoulders, you sunk your nails into his skin creating little pink crescents.

one of his hands kept him up while the other worked with the button of his jeans. the minute he got the metal button off, he was tugging them down your thighs and you helped by lifting your hips for him.

he kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, and then your jaw. his kisses were wet and slow, his fingers playing with the hem of your panties.

“god, you’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, kissing your lobe. your body shook with excitement every time he touched you, your body immediately responding to any of his calls. you were under his control and his command.

“i need you,” you whispered to him.

“shh shh, how about this?" he shushed, removing his glasses and then throwing them onto his desk.

he smirked at his own idea, loving the sound of what plan just popped up into his head.

" if you get these answers correct you’ll get what you want, ‘kay?”

you threw your head back against his pillow, whining his name. he swatted your ass as a warning as he traveled down your neck with opened-mouthed kisses, “i’ll stop.”

“no! okay, okay.” you exclaimed. he smiled against your collarbone, sinking his teeth into your skin as his hand traveled up the sheets to play with the hem of your top.

“give me five different ways to collect data,” his hand traveled underneath your shirt, his thumb finding your perky nipple and swiping over the bud slowly. you shivered at his warm touch, your brain melting and your mouth opening into a silent moaning.

“answer me, baby.”

“um surveys, experiments,” you began, trying to focus on his question rather than his touch. he pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his knee slotted between your legs and pressed against the gusset of your soaked panties.

he applied just the right amount of pressure and friction to your clothed cunt, earning him a small moan.

“an observational study,”

“good good,” he praised, lifting up your top and bunching it above your breasts. he watched them spill out and bounce, “so pretty, baby. give me two more.” he placed a soft kiss over your hard nipple and watched your body squirm for him.

“focus groups and- fuck and sampling,” you whined, arching your back towards him.

he grinned down at you, one hand cupping your left tit while the other stroked your cheek. “good job.”

he placed another hot kiss over your nipple, dragging his teeth ever so slowly over your hot skin.

this was killing him more than it was killing you. but he just loved teasing you, the excitement in your body, the hunger in your eyes, and the desperation in your voice. he loved having control over you.

“what’s the formula for a z-score?”

“Leon!”

he swatted your thigh as a warning, “say it.”

you pursed your lip, watching him place small kisses around your areola, purposefully avoiding your sensitive nipples.

“x minus x bar-“

“do it correctly,”

“sample size minus the mean, divided by the standard deviation!” you whined out.

he rewarded you by taking your nipple into his mouth, harshly sucking and dragging a long whine out of you.

you’ve never been so sensitive before but he was bringing everything out of you. your hips began to grind down against his knee, the smallest amount of pressure against your clit was all you needed. you were aching for him, clenching around absolutely nothing and dripping into the gusset of your panties.

his hand was splayed over your stomach, his thumb playing with the hem of your lace panties. his lips left your nipple with a pop and he looked up at you whilst biting down on his bottom lip.

“if the mean is more than the median,” he began kissing down the valley of your breasts. “how does the graph skew?”

you couldn’t focus, your brain was mush and you were very lightheaded. you couldn’t breathe and you were aching for him worse and worse every coming second. you tried to go over his question but every kiss he placed on your skin was a distraction.

“come on, baby you got it.” he said, now completely in between your legs. his hands were running up and down your thighs, keeping them at either side of his head. he placed a wet kiss on your inner thigh, sucking and then dragging his teeth over the small hickey.

your hips bucked up and your legs began to shake, “Leon, i don’t know.”

“i know you do, baby. come on,” he hummed against the skin of your thigh. the smell of your pussy was making him dizzy, it was right in front of him and god he needed it so bad. he could see how wet you were, just for him.

he wanted to rip these pretty lacy panties right off of you and devour your pussy whole, but he wanted to wait. he wanted to wait until you were at your limit, he wanted to watch your eyes roll back when you finally got what you both wanted.

“um, it skews right!”

he smiled against your inner thigh, placing a kiss on your abdomen and then moving your panties to the side. his cock jumped at the sight of your cunt right in front of his eyes, dripping wet and quivering just for him.

“answer this next question right and i’ll let you cum, ‘kay?” he said placing a kiss over your swollen clit.

“fuck!” you moaned out, hands reaching for his blonde strands.

“what is the empirical rule? and what does every single one of them mean?” he asked, prodding his tongue at your hole. his breath was hot against your clit, your whole body was shaking to the point you couldn’t take it.

“Leon, i-“ you stammered out with a tear running down your temple and into your hair.

“come on, we just went over this yesterday.”

“i can’t,”

he gathered a glob of spit onto his tongue before spatting it against your pussy, watching it drip from the hood of your clit and over your fluttering hole. “yes, you can.” he egged on.

“it’s mmm,” you pursed your lips and squinted your eyes close, you just needed to think and avert your attention away from him. “68% falls um one standard deviation of the mean,” your statement was more like a question.

he confirmed your answer by flattening his tongue over your slit and languidly licking upwards. he moaned at your taste, practically drunk on your pussy already. he shut his lids and let his eyes roll to the back of his head.

“95% is two and 99.7% is three!” your voice raised a few octaves as the languid strokes of his tongue became faster.

he was done testing you, for now. right now, he’s focused on making you cum all over his face. his arms wrapped around each of your thighs, holding you close to his mouth as he got to work. his thumb went to find your clit, rubbing small slow circles around your swollen nub.

“oh god,” you sighed out. his tongue prodded at your dripping cunt, messily lapping up at your juices mixed with his saliva. you arched your back, your fingers digging into his scalp both pushing him away and pulling him closer.

he applied more pressure to your clit, his tongue plunging in and out of your hole shamelessly. wet and sloppy sounds filled the room along with the sound of your messy moans and chants of his name.

“fuck, so good.” he moaned to himself, completely focused on your pleasure even if his hips were grinding into his sheets. he could cum just like this, to the sounds of your moans and the taste of your cunt.

he couldn’t wait to fuck you, to feel the warmth of your walls suck him in, and the sound of your moans directly in his ear. but he needed to be patient, he needed to reward you for doing so good in class.

he picked up his pace, taking turns fucking his tongue into you feverishly and sucking on your clit. your legs shook around him, thighs clamping around him and keeping him locked in place.

“yes, Leon! i’m close,” you moaned out, drool gathering at the corner of your lips and more tears spilling from your eyes. he kept his pace, not moving faster or slower but he just applied the smallest pressure against your clit that sent you over the edge.

you cried out, arching your back and curling his sheets into your fist. with your release, stars danced behind your vision and every muscle in your body contracted and then relaxed. he eased you down from your high, sucking at your clit lightly and drawing circles over the bone of your hip.

he looked up at you, lips swollen and slick with your release. he placed a kiss on your abdomen with a grin plastered across his cheeks.

his blonde hair stuck to his forehead sweaty and hair disheveled all because of you.

“you did so good,”

your whole body was worn out, your eyes shut ready to pass out but he wasn’t done. he tugged your panties down your legs, keeping them scrunched in his fist.

“i’m not done testing you baby,” he said placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Leon, please,”

he ignored your pleading working himself out of his sweats. you caught a peep of a dark grey splotch in his sweats, either from when he had his knee placed against your heat or his dripping tip.

“get this question right and i’ll fuck you, got it?”

you nodded excitedly, biting down on your bottom lip. you watched his cock spring out and god was he pretty. tip swollen and red, veins running up his girth, thick and long. god, of course, he was big.

“words, baby. i need words.”

“yes, yes, okay!” you snapped at him, very obviously sexually frustrated. he didn’t like your tone so he slapped your clit with the tip of his cock, sending a shock wave through you.

“watch your tone, i don’t have to fuck you, i don’t have to give you a second orgasm,” he grabbed your chin harshly and tugged your head up to face him, “understand?”

“yes,” you croaked out.

he placed a kiss on your lips, letting you get a taste of your juices still on his tongue.

he ran the tip of his cock through your folds, his shoulders tensing up and his hand twisting in his own sheets. it was taking everything in him to be patient.

“how do you find the three quartiles?” he asked, pressing his tip against your fluttering cunt. you opened your mouth to answer but nothing came out but a weak moan. he watched you closely, not breaking any eye contact.

his pupils were blown out, only leaving a halo of his blue irises.

“please,” you croaked out.

“come on baby, you got this.”

you gulped down a lump, getting rid of the dryness in your throat. “the first quartile is the 25th percentile,” you answered weakly.

he pressed his tip into your dripping cunt, hissing at how your pussy was practically ready to suck him in. your breath hitched at the stretch and a tear ran down your temple, he kissed it away, leaning his forehead against yours.

“keep going baby, you got this.”

“the second is the- the median. 50th percentile, the third quartile minus the first,” you rambled, looking up into his eyes as he nodded his head.

“good, good,” he moaned out, giving you just a few more inches of his cock.

“the third one is 75th percentile,”

with your final and last answer, he thrust his cock all the way in, until his tip was kissing your cervix. you sucked in a shaky breath, your thighs shaking as you adjusted to his size. he kept his tip pressed against your cervix, stroking your thigh with his large hand.

“s- so big, fuck,” you whined out, walls fluttering around his girth.

“shh shh, take it. take it.” he whispered close to your lips.

“lower fence versus upper fence, quickly.” he was struggling to stay still, he was torturing both you and himself. you choked back a sob. you could feel his cock pulsing inside of you and god you couldn’t even think.

“lo- lower fence is the first quartile, mmm,” you moaned out.

“come on,”

“first quartile minus one point five times the IQR,”

he sighed out against his lips, grinding his hips into yours earning him a whiny moan from your quivering lips. “one more baby,”

“upper fence is, shit, it’s the third quartile plus one point five times the IQR.”

he was done.

he pulled out and then thrusted straight back in, your whole body convulsed. every tense muscle in your body relaxing the moment he thrusted his cock back into you. he cupped your cheek, bringing your lips to his. he kissed you hungrily, invading your mouth with his tongue, moaning at the taste of you.

his hips continued to snap into yours, bullying his cock into you with no remorse. each thrust of his cock stroked at your g-spot and your body would jolt from the force.

“been waiting to do this forever,” he spoke into your mouth. “fuck, you’re so beautiful,”

you moaned out his name, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. his hands reached back towards your top, tugging it over his head and throwing it off the side.

he was quick to cup your breast, slotting your nipple between your two fingers and then slamming his lips against yours. you scratched down his back helplessly, the fresh polish on your nails chipping and blood seeping through the cuts you were giving him.

you couldn’t focus on anything else but him, not only did you really like him but he was also fucking you so good. his pace was perfect, his touch was intoxicating and his lips were hot.

there was a ring of white forming around the base of his cock, lewd noises spilled from both of your lips as you both found yourselves inching closer and closer to your highs.

your kiss grew sloppy and his pace quickened, “this pussy ’s so good, fuck,” he groaned out, moving the hand from your breast towards your clit.

your whole body shook once his two fingers began to draw figure eights around your clit. the slow pace of his fingers contrasting with the fast pace of his thrusts.

“god, look at you,” he breathed out, “all fucked out on your tutor's cock, huh?”

you couldn’t reply, only croaking out a moan of his name.

“fucking whore, came here for math help now look at you,”

his words only added to the tension in your abdomen, the burn in your stomach getting hotter and hotter.

“i’m gonna cum,”

“go ‘head baby, cum all over my cock,” he said, placing a kiss on the corner of your lips.

you whined out, chasing his lips for another kiss but he denied you with a shake of his head.

“i wanna hear you,”

you looked into his eyes, seeing a reflection of yourself in his glossy eyes. mascara smudges, lipgloss gone, hair a mess. all because of him.

“fuck!” you moaned out, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your head back. he was quick to guide your head to face him, he kept his eyes locked on yours watching your pupils dilate as you came undone.

your walls fluttered around his cock, clenching down as your orgasm hit you like a heavy wave. he pulled out quickly, finishing himself off with heavy and breathy moans.

you watched as he came. thick, white ropes of cum decorating your stomach and abdomen. his abs tensed up with each spurt of cum and his hips still bucked up.

he let out a final breath into the crook of your neck. both of your bodies shook against each other, hot, sticky with sweat and cum.

he leaned up out of the crook of your neck looking into your eyes and you watched as they gleamed, such a rare light in his eyes but you were glad you were able to see it.

he pressed his lips to yours, this time it was slow and deep. there wasn’t any hunger or lust, just pure passion.

“i’m sure you won’t fail that test,”

(divider creds to @saradika ,, photos off of pinterest & photo of leon from @/laughingwallaby on twitter)

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thekeeperof-thefandoms · 9 days

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Hello, oh my, damn... so english isn't my first language and i wasn't sure how to phrase it better so don't worry, i totally understand being uncomfortable and I'm sorry 😅

I did enjoy your version very much and i also think that you should definitely go for a crow reader cause that is such a cute idea!

- accidentally proposing anon

No problem! And since you're interested here's some very quick ideas I had about crow reader before I go to work today!

Alastor

Nothing phases this man anymore. Niffty literally gifted him a crown of dead roaches. So when you flutter excitedly and present him with a string of shiny can tabs, you've been collecting he accepts it graciously.

"You're quite right dear, these are incredibly colorful. Yes, very shiny are you sure you don't want to keep this? Oh! You made it for me? Well, aren't you just precious."

He makes it into a necklace or even something to decorate his horns.

Vox

Valentino likes light, you like shiny things, both of you tend to like being around screens and bright colors.

Except you don't just like screens, it's anything colorful or shiny. Actually sometimes it's not even that, its just random odds and ends that caught your attention for some reason. He gets it sometimes, textures, patterns, things like that.

But you have everything from soda can tabs to random buttons to rocks of various shapes, sizes, and colors. You have different sticks and pieces of wood you found that for some reason you then had to have. Pieces of mismatched jewelry. It's cute but it also clutters up space and he eventually designates one room for your stuff and tells you to keep it condensed. You do, and swear it's organized, but it's all just a jumbled mess to him.

He's in his lair, observing all the many different cameras, looking for some wannabe actress who owed him money, when you bounce in, barely stifling excited squaking. He sighs fondly and turns to you, knowing he's not going to be able to concentrate until he sees what you want to show him.

It's a collection of your molted feathers, the best ones, sleek and iridescent, bound together with some colorful twine you found and attached to it is a miniature glass jar filled with colorful, shiny bits of plastic, metal, and rock, and corked shut and sealed with hot glue.

It makes a nice rattle sound when he shakes it and the feathers are nice to pet and run his fingers over and..."Did you make me a fidget toy? From....random stuff you found? That's, that's actually really cute, thanks Doll."

He downplays how much he uses it, but it's literally on his key ring, so you know it goes everywhere with him and if during long meetings his staff are subjected to the consistent background noise of little shiny bits rattling around in a jar, then that's their problem.

Lucifer

As you may have noticed Lucifer also tends to collect things he has no need for. But he might need it one day! Between the two of you it does get to be a bit of a problem, so you both agree to sort through and condense your piles.

It takes days cuz you guys keep stopping to show each other cool stuff you guys have. Then, several more days just to get through his numerous rubber ducks. Eventually it's down to a single room where your collections have merged. Each item carefully chosen and presented to one another like expensive jewelry or other such luxurious things. But it's a cool rock you found, a giant bronze spring, a box full of candy wrappers with clever sayings, and a scrapbook with various brightly colored pieces of cardboard from snacks, toys, shoes, literally anything, that caught your eye.

It's anyone's guess on who adds what, but you do both have to agree on it before it's added so you don't hoard things again.

That's the end, but maybe I'll go back and add Adam and some of the other characters later. I just wanted to get my initial ideas down before work.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel lucifer #vox x reader #lucifer x reader #alastor x reader

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sturn1olo-ffics · 7 months

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- INTO IT -

pt. 1 | pt. 2

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: kissing (making out), profanity, pining?, use of y/n, I think that’s it

- About: Reader goes on a trip to Florida with Chris, Madi, Matt, Laura, and Nick while trying to hide her feelings for Chris, but soon failing when they get alone.

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(Y/N’s POV):

“The sky is so pretty right now.” I paused to take a picture for my Snapchat story. “Yeah, I love coming to the beach. It’s beautiful here.” He said calmly, brushing his arm up against mine for a quick second. The conversation back to the condo wasn’t awkward at all. Everything felt just right with him. We talked about new music we listened to and how we both missed our parents back home a lot. The conversation was so easy until we got into the condo and closed the door behind us. The lights were off and the curtains were open, revealing the huge windows in which the warm sunset came through, lighting up the room softly. Silence over came us as we both walked toward the couch so I could grab my portable charger off the coffee table. I grabbed my charger, which was soon dropped on the floor along with my phone when Chris placed his hands on my waist, pulling me in. “I don’t know why, and I don’t think I ever will know why, but I really, really want to kiss you right now.” He started before my lips crashed onto his, interrupting him. Our lips moved in sync like they were made to fit together. The soft, sweet kiss sooner turned into a rough, passionate kiss as he pushed us down onto the couch. A few minutes of making out pass by and I pull back, gasping for air along with him. “Chris- I don’t know what that was- but I’m-“ I jumbled my words together nervously before he finished my sentence for me. “Into it? Yeah I know baby.” He whispered into my ear seductively before kissing my neck and helping me off the couch. I was so in shock I couldn’t respond. I was so crazy for him and he knew it. “Come on, let’s go back before they get worried.” He picked up my phone and portable charger, then guided me to the door by placing his hand on the small of my back. As we began walking to the arcade, I finally muttered out a response to everything. “Chris, I know this is wild but I think I’m in love with you and I have been since March-“ I started. “I know, sweetheart. The look in your eyes when you look at me says it all.” He laughed. “There is no way-“ I laughed along with him. “You’re my girl.” He said, pulling his phone out to snap a picture of the two of us to capture the moment. He giggled at me leaning into him, then interlocked his hand with mine and laced our fingers together. “Really?” I questioned, heart practically melting into his hand. “Always have been, I just get to say it now.” He responded, rubbing his thumb back and forth on my hand. We made it to the arcade and met up with Matt, Madi, Laura, and Nick. “No fucking way.” Matt said excitedly when he saw us holding hands. “Annoying ass mf.” Chris shook his head and walked past, buying us cards to play the games. Everything in my life after that felt so content. Everything was at ease knowing Chris was mine and I was his.

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A/N: Guys! If you haven’t voted on the poll yet for what you wanna see next, do that! I need to know 😭 So far it’s my other planned Chris fic up next (sorry Matt girlies 💔 I’m also hurting over this)

#chris sturniolo fluff #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris x you #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets x reader #matt sturniolo fluff #nick sturniolo x reader #the sturniolos #sturniolo triplets #fluff

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sunnybeewriting · 1 year

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peachy keen. Part Four

Hi guys!! I’m sorry for the wait! The next few chapters will be MASSIVE if I don’t split them up! And the plot is about to pick up for sure. Thank you all so, so much for all your encouragement and likes and comments, they make me so, so happy. And trust me things will spice up I promise 😈😈! 🥹 I love you guys, you are all the best!! Peachy Keen, Part Four 🍑✨

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“Ni-hona.”

The word coming from Quaritch's mouth is jumbled and slow as he struggles to pronounce it. His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, his hand waving in front of him in the correct gesture as he tries to speak.

“No, no, not ni-hona, nìhona.” You speak slowly, making sure to pronounce the syllables correctly. Your mouth twitches as you struggle not to smile. Really, it’s just ridiculous how charming this guy can be when he’s frustrated.

Quaritch’s scowl deepens as you correct him, but he begrudgingly repeats your speech pattern.

“Nìhona.”

You beam and clap your hands together twice in front of you, pride filling your chest. “Yes! It can be a little tricky to remember, but once you practice a little bit, you’ll be saying it in your sleep!”

Quaritch sits up straighter, and you definitely aren’t imagining the way his chest puffs out a little bit at your praise. His mouth quirks up slightly at the corners at your elated reaction.

“Honestly, I’m pretty surprised you got it so fast. I know it took me at least two weeks to learn what you learned in one week.” It isn't a lie. Quaritch had taken off with your lessons much faster than you could have ever expected, soaking up everything Na’vi related like an eager sponge. It was impressive, to say the least.

He snorts softly, crossing his massive arms over his chest. “What, you thought I wouldn’t be able to do it? This shit is easy as hell.”

This time you can’t help your giggle, and you aren’t imagining the way his golden eyes soften just a bit.

It’s a beautiful day as you sit across from one another in the courtyard, so close your knees almost brush together. The daylight is warm against your skin and dark hair, and it lights up Quaritch in front of you. It would be the perfect day if you could hear the sounds of insects and the breeze of trees around you, but the only thing you can hear is the constant cacophony of construction and hexbots at work in the distance. Even with that all that noise, there is almost nothing that could ruin your mood right now.

It's been two days since your conversation on the stairs, and you’d been so relieved when you’d met up the morning afterward and everything between you felt…surprisingly normal. You’d been worried that it would feel uncomfortable, or that something would have changed in how he interacted with you. To your relief, Quaritch had simply greeted you with his usual scowl before kicking your ass again.

You were just glad that your emotional moment with him hadn’t seemed to change anything.

You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply soaking in his presence. Your lesson time for the morning ended about fifteen minutes ago, but you just don’t want to leave yet. It seems Quaritch feels the same way, as he makes no move to get up. In fact, this is probably the longest time you’ve spent with him in silence.

It was nice to just be with someone, with no expectations or small talk.

Eventually, Quaritch shifts to stand, long legs pulling out from his seat on the floor to push himself up. You look up from your place on the ground to watch him rise, not even bothering to look away as he catches your gaze.

When he offers you a hand up, you grasp it without hesitation. He pulls you to your feet much more gently than in the past, and your hands linger together for a brief moment before you simultaneously let go.

That’s the one thing you've noticed that seems to have changed since the stairs. He's more gentle with his words and with his hits, less mean almost. He grabs things for you, and when you walk together he hovers a hand above the small of your back. He's almost hesitant to meet your eyes sometimes. It's a stark contrast to how he acted to you in the beginning, but you couldn't say you minded at all. In fact, his behavior now never failed to make your face burn and butterflies explode in your stomach.

“Well, Peach, this has been fun, but I got a meeting with my team in thirty. Those assholes are probably already loosin’ their minds waitin’. Jackasses can’t do shit without me.” He sneers, rolling his eyes derisively.

You snicker. Quaritch definitely has an ego, but from the way you’ve seen his team hang onto his every word and order, he probably isn’t too far off the mark with that statement.

Quaritch grins briefly at your laugh, sharp fangs peeking out slightly. Even though you have your own set of sharp teeth now, seeing his never fails to make your stomach jolt.

“Sounds about right, sir. Same time tomorrow?”

Quaritch falters so briefly that you wonder if you're imagining it. He opens his mouth slightly, as if to speak, before something flashes over his face and he closes it. His eyes move between yours and his tail flicks unsteadily behind him.

“Yeah, sweetheart. And make sure your scrawny ass isn’t late this time, alright? I don’t have all day to wait on you. I am actually important around here, you know.”

Your lips twitch, but you manage not to smile. You contort your face into something semi-serious, but your eyes and voice are clearly amused.

“Yes, sir!”

Quaritch rolls his eyes, his own mouth twitching. His long arm reaches across the distance between your bodies and he presses his hand briefly against the bare skin of your upper arm. The training you’ve been doing together has put some faint callouses on his hands, and they rub tenderly against your skin as he strokes a quick path. He does it quickly, as though it’s an action he doesn’t even realize he’s doing.

You’ve been in close proximity for months, training and talking and almost kissing, but your heart still races in your chest every time you touch. It’s embarrassing, really, the effect he has on you.

You gaze at each other for another long moment before he releases you and turns around.

You blow out a quiet breath as you watch him walk away and out of the yard, appreciating the view as you always do. At least this time you don’t have anything sharp in your hands. Just thinking about it makes your hand sting, even though the cut has long since healed.

You wander back to the Avatar sleeping center, taking your time and enjoying the light of the day. You certainly don't have much of anything to do once you are linked back into your human body.

Soon enough, though, you make it to the center. After you link back, you simply lay in the pod for a moment, staring up at the warm yellow lighting. You just can’t seem to get your body to move.

Eventually, you’re able to find the motivation to rise from your position and open the pod. You swing your legs over the side and sit there for another minute, blearily rubbing your fists against your eyes to clear them. Your mouth feels a little fuzzy and your head has begun to throb sharply at your temples, but all in all, you feel fairly energetic. It’s much better than you felt when you first began linking.

You stand on your feet, turning this way and that to stretch out your lethargic muscles. Your stomach begins to growl hungrily, so you drearily make your way to the doors of the center just as Miss Hall strides through.

Her red hair is in its usual severe bun, slicked back and not a hair out of place. Everything about her looks as it usually does, but it’s her quick pace and the pleased expression on her face that takes you off guard.

“Nice morning, isn’t it, Miss Hall? How’s it going with-” you pause when Miss Hall’s head jerks toward you and an uncharacteristically enthusiastic smile appears on her face. In the time you’ve known her, you’ve never seen such a happy look from her before. It’s enough to make you hesitate in the doorway, startled. When the smile doesn’t fade from her mouth, something clicks in your mind and realization floods your body.

Is it…?

Your heart leaps into your throat when she answers your unasked question by nodding her head.

Ohmygod it’s time!

You quickly cover the remaining distance from her in a few brief seconds so you can either clap her shoulder, pull her into a hug, or do a celebratory dance. You aren’t even sure. Just as you’re lifting your arms to apparently pull her into a hug, she coughs and shoves her arm in between your bodies for a handshake.

Oh, right. Woops.

You lower your arms and stay a few feet away, respecting her choice for less physical contact. That didn’t stop you from squeezing her hand and giving it ten pumps up and down though.

“They actually agreed to let us head out? All of us? How far do we-?”

“We are allowed a maximum distance of ten miles from the tree line of the Kill Zone-"

You squeal and clap your hands, interrupting her sentence, but you just can’t help it.

“But only ten miles, no more, do you understand?” She gives you a stern look as she speaks.

You nod your head franticly. Ten miles past the Kill Zone was so much further than you ever expected the RDA to allow your little group of newbies to head out on their first trip into the wilderness of Pandora. But you certainly weren’t fucking complaining! It's a dream come true, being able to travel that far so soon, and you are not going to ruin it.

You had spent the past two months developing the muscular tone and reflexes of your Avatar so you would be ready for the large amount of physical activity wandering around Pandora would require. Learning to fight from Quaritch of all people had undoubtedly helped in that goal; your Avatar had much better strength and speed now.

And you wonder if this is what Quaritch felt like all the time, fast and powerful, so much bigger and better than everyone around him. If so, it’s no wonder he’s kind of a bully; sometimes even you got a little cocky with your newfound physical prowess, and you aren’t even half the asshole Quaritch liked to be sometimes.

“Okay, okay, when do we leave?”

Tomorrow, tomorrow, say tomorrow!

“We’ll head out tomorrow morning, all five members of the second division.”

I might literally shit my pants right now.

Your mind races, your heart furiously pumping to keep up with all the exhilaration now surging through your blood and into your brain. You’re going to have to shower, have to pack, have to prepare the equipment that’ll come along, have to tell the group-

You gasp, lurching up from the chair you hadn't even realized you had drifted into, too consumed with your wild thoughts.

“I’ll go tell the group!” you almost shout, already halfway out the door before Miss Hall can even respond.

They’re going to be so excited!

If you had been bored to tears these last few months, Emma, James, Margot, and even David were all absolutely crazed by monotony at this point. With no Quaritch to lighten up their day, they’ve fallen into the same old routine of grey walls and mindlessly studying things they already reviewed years ago.

You race down the hallways. You bump into a few people but don't slow down to apologize properly, instead shouting a haphazard, “Sorry!” back at them as you continue on your way.

You turn a corner a few hallways from the break room too fast, and you crash face-first into the side of someone’s hard leg.

You bounce right off them, face throbbing angrily. You would have landed on your ass if a giant hand hadn’t shot out and grabbed your shoulder before you could fully tilt backward.

“Jesus Peach, where the hell you runnin’ off to so fast?”

You gasp lightly, lifting your wide eyes up, up, up until you meet Quaritch questioning golden ones.

You beam up at him, too buzzed to feel embarrassed about running into him like an excited toddler. He raises his eyebrow as he takes in your thrilled face, clearly curious as to what was tickling you. You're about to deliver the news when your eyes trail down his chest and you freeze.

There, against his green tank top and resting by his silver dog tags, is your pendant.

You stare at it, stunned. All thoughts of Pandora dissolve in your brain like mist. You barely refrain from gasping again.

While he had accepted your gift and hadn’t laughed straight in your face like you thought he might, you never actually believed he would wear something you had made, something so clearly sentimental.

Quaritch follows your startled eye line to his chest, blinking when he sees you gaping at the pendant. He raises his eyebrow questioningly again, scoffing while crossing his arms over his chest.

“What, Peach? You thought I wasn’t gonna wear it?” He sneers, looking almost defensive.

You stutter, mind struggling to catch up with everything that's happening. “W-Well, you just weren’t wearing it the past two days, sir. I just figured…”

He rolls his eyes derisively. “I needed to find a chain to put it on. Took me a few days.” He smirks at you. “Just couldn’t wait to see me wearin’ it, huh?”

You color a bit, lips thinning, but you refuse to rise to his teasing bait. You lean back and cross your own arms over your chest to match his stance. “No, sir, I’m just glad to see you liked it, that’s all.”

“Well, you made it, so. Anyway, what the hell has you running around here like your ass is on fire?"

Your eyes soften as your limbs practically melt into the floor at his words. He was wearing it just because you made it?

You clear your throat, attempting to move onto Pandora and not focus on his surprisingly tender words. Even as you do, the sweet feeling of affection for Quaritch doesn’t leave, instead nesting deep and gently into your heart and bones. “Uh, Amanda said our group is now cleared by the higher-ups for fieldwork. My group and I leave tomorrow morning.”

You snatch up Quaritch’s right hand resting by his side, the excitement of the news once again making its way through your veins and rejuvenating you. It takes both your hands to hold one of his, and even then they still look teeny tiny by his own massive one. You squeeze it as tightly as you can, which probably feels like nothing to him.

“Isn’t it amazing? We’ve been waiting months for this, not to mention the years we’ve been training and prepping, and I-” Your voice had been getting higher and higher as your excitement explodes like fireworks in your blood, and you drop his hand just as quickly as you had grabbed it to start clapping your hands together. You’re just about to start jumping up and down when Quaritch places an enormous hand on your shoulder to keep you still and interrupts you.

“You mean to tell me they already cleared your little group of pussycats for Pandora? Jesus, you think your team is really ready for that?” Despite his harsh words, the grip on your shoulder is gentle. He doesn’t look angry per se, more disbelieving and annoyed than anything.

Your childish excitement falters, your smile dropping a bit when you realize he has a point. You’ve struggled with remembering that Pandora isn’t a joke or something you can just waltz into half-cocked and hoping for the best. You were always too focused on the beautiful scientific possibilities, and you often forget just what Pandora really is; an unknown, hostile environment that will kill you if you let down your guard. Like Quaritch had said when you had first met him, Pandora would eat you alive if you weren’t careful.

You breathe in deeply, squaring your shoulders as your heart rate begins to calm. You’re still beyond thrilled about this, but Quaritch is right. This is not the time for you to slip off into your head like you usually do when you start overthinking things.

If you weren’t alert, focused, and mature about this, something awful could happen to you or to your friends, just because you were off galivanting around the forest. If someone you cared about got hurt because you were too distracted by pretty flowers, you would never forgive yourself. And with that thought in your head, you feel a spark of fear tighten your gut.

You swallow. “I - I know. But I really think that we’re ready for this, and it won’t be for more than a few hours-”

“I know you, Peach, and whether it’s for a minute or an hour, you like to get lost in that pretty lil’ head of yours and not pay attention.”

You wince, conceding. “I know, I know, but I will focus when I’m out there and I’ll do my job. This is what I came here for, what I’ve studied for. We’ll be in and out, just like that.”

You reach out hesitantly and slowly grab onto his hand once again. Your gentle touch seems to calm him a little bit, and his eyes lock onto yours. Your sure to any passerbys that your height difference must look extremely comical as you stand across from one another, but you don’t break eye contact to see if anyone’s looking.

“I’ll be okay, Quaritch. I promise I’ll pay attention and listen to every order. I’ll be back before you know it.”

The tension that had suddenly gripped him seems to flee him as quickly as it appeared. You’re about to relinquish your grip on his hand just as he tightens his gently. He squeezes your hand, clearly making sure to be careful with your fragile limb.

Something flashes across his face, gone before you can determine what it is. Determination, perhaps? Resolution? Whatever it is, you’re just glad he had pulled your head from your ass and given you the facts straight. If there was one thing you could rely on Quaritch to do, it was to give no bullshit.

“I’ll you in two days, Quaritch. I’ll be back before you know it!” You grin, trying to sound convincing. You’re not sure if it’s for him or for you.

You slowly let go of his hand again, giving it one last soft squeeze. You peer up at him as best you can at your height. Eventually, Quaritch nods once, a distant expression on his face. He takes a step back, putting some distance between you as he speaks.

“Guess I’ll see you soon, Peach.”

Your mouth twitches upward. “See you soon, sir.”

Quaritch nods one last time before he swiftly moves around you and continues on his path. You turn to watch him go, brows furrowed at his seemingly sullen mood.

It really won’t be that long, you reason. We’ll be able to continue our lessons soon, he won’t miss that much time.

You wander back toward the break room where you know your team will be, thoughts of Quaritch soon replaced by nervous excitement as you imagine your group's reaction to the news. As you step through the doors, you hear the tail end of an irritated discussion.

“ -alright, and I’m just saying that if they wanted to, they would totally have us moving in that direction - oh hey, girl!” Margot breaks off her sentence once she notices you standing in the doorway. Her face brightens up, grin spreading across her face. You don’t blame her; two months spent with just David and the lovebirds for company has made you a little crazy, too.

“I was just telling these three about how - ” Margot’s sentence cuts off as she takes a full look at your face. Her smile drops a bit, eyes flickering over your expression. You have no idea what you look like; probably nervous, delighted. It has to be a very strange look.

“What’s wrong, sugar? You look like you’re about to either pass out or dance, I can’t really tell. Why don’t you sit down-”

“We’ve been approved for Pandora.” Your words come out choked.

Everyone freezes, stunned. They gape at you from around the room. You’d all been expecting this, but it was one thing to wait for it and another thing entirely to have it happen. Just as you thought, your group is torn between the thrill of seeing Pandora in the flesh for the first time and the terror of being in a hostile environment.

The room sits in silence for a moment before Margot closes her mouth, swallows, and rasps, “When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow, Miss Hall said.” You struggle to speak. Your mouth is dry from both excitement and dread.

They sit there for another moment, wrapping their minds around the news. Margot is the first to stand. She smiles, clearly enthusiastic, but her mouth is tight.

“Well. I guess we need to get packed, huh?”

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When you make it back to your quarters that night, you spend at least two hours packing every single thing you think you might need in Pandora. You run around your room like a whirlwind, packing things into a bag and then unpacking them over and over again as you work yourself into a frenzy. Eventually, you send it off to be put in the center for when you link up. All the really important equipment is already in the Avatar center, but you still want to be prepared.

Your thoughts anxiously jump all over the place. Waiting for stressful situations has never been your strong suit.

You doze in and out of sleep restlessly, spending more time kicking off your covers and tossing and turning than you actually do resting. Blessedly, you’re able to grab a few hours of sleep once your mind stops running wild, but you know you’ll still be tired when your alarm clock goes off.

Once you wake up and the reality of the situation pumps energy through your veins, you get dressed and ready as fast as you can. Your fingers quiver slightly as you struggle to put on your tennis shoes.

You head down to the mess hall, squinting your eyes against the bright lights of the hallways. You snag a bagel and eat it as best you can, ignoring the way your stomach turns. By the time you eat it and make your way to the linking center, you’re practically sweating. Nerves are quickly making a complete mess of you.

Just as you enter through the doors, Margot leaps from her seat and hurtles her way toward you. You barely have time to open your arms before she’s crashing into you so hard that you take a step back, but you don’t hesitate even a second before wrapping your arms around her in turn.

You only hug her for less than five seconds, but by the time she releases her grip, you feel so, so much better. It feels like a sharp, heavy stone had been lifted off your chest and you can finally breathe. You hadn’t noticed how twisted your mood had turned, torn between excitement and fear.

“Hey, girl.” Margot speaks in a rare, quiet voice. She looks how you feel; tired, thrilled, stressed. Her hair is slightly mussed and her face is a little pale, but you can’t imagine you look any better.

“Hey, Margot.” You give her as best of an encouraging smile as you can, even though it feels more like a grimace. She returns the look, and together you walk toward the table where the rest of the group is waiting.

Poor Emma looks like she’s a second away from puking, and James sits by her, rubbing a hand soothingly against her back. David is in the corner of the room, muttering to himself almost frantically as he obsessively wipes his glasses clean against his shirt.

You grimace at their state, but you feel a little glad that you aren’t the only one apprehensive about this trip. It’d be more worrisome if they weren’t acting like this, really. The last thing anyone needs is someone acting cocky and causing trouble on your first outing.

You take a seat just as Miss Hall comes through the doors, professionally put together as always. She scans the room in one quick glance, and once she realizes the whole team is here, she says,

“Alright, team. Let’s get started.”

You make sure to focus on the quick reminders, what the primary mission of your group is, and the process of the investigation. Your mind begs you to think about the future and everything that could go wrong, but you stubbornly keep your attention on the present.

Three hours and many conversations later, it’s time to link up. You squeeze Margot’s hand one last time and share one last look before you shuffle over to the linking pod. It takes too many minutes to clear your frantic mind. Eventually, bright white and vibrant colors flash across your eyes, and then you’re waking up in the body of your Avatar.

You and the team get dressed in tense silence. Your clothes are different from the regular attire you wear around Bridgehead. Now you’re wearing dark green shorts and a beige crop top that is covered by a tan, long-sleeved open shirt made of thin fabric. Your long dark hair is pulled back and covered by a bandana. You wear shoes for once, sturdy boots and socks that will help you walk on the slick forest floor.

Most of the supplies for Pandora exploration stays in a separate part of the Avatar center, and for the first time since arriving on on this planet, you actually get to use it. Holotablets preloaded with specific data, vests, comm links, backpacks filled with equipment. Everything that could possibly be needed for exploration and data collection is here.

It’s a scientist’s wet dream.

You pack quickly, fussing and triple checking everything before it’s time to leave the center.

Your group makes its way across Bridgehead toward the utility aircraft section of the city. Your tail waves nervously behind you as you walk, and it almost hits a tiny passing military man as you wander too close into his personal space. He shouts at you, glaring, and you only spare him an apologetic glance and a squeaky shout of “Sorry!” before you keep walking. You don’t have time to do anything else.

The loud noise of people and machines does nothing to calm your nerves, and your sensitive ears frantically flick with the amount of deafening pandemonium that assaults your senses.

It doesn’t get any better as you walk. When you reach the launching pads, the shrieking of the SA-2 Samson aircraft makes you want to cover your ears and cower. You’re grimacing fiercely as you walk closer to the pad, and you can see the rest of your group doing the same. When you see it waiting, the nerves return full force. Your stomach turns and a cold sweat breaks out across your skin.

Don’t puke, don’t puke, Jesus Christ.

“Get on!” Miss Hall shouts as best she can over the howling. The other members go first, stepping up and into the large carrier. The whirring of the blades causes your hair to whip wildly over your face, blocking your view, and you try not trip on your feet as you pull yourself onto the craft after James. He turns around after he finds his footing again and gives you a hand up. Once you stand inside, you quickly take off your backpack and find a seat.

Miss Hall is the last one to climb in, hands full of the light, protective vests that are now required by the RDA. She hands them out to everyone and you grip yours tightly as you take it from her, knuckles white. You hold it your hands uncertaintly; you’d watched training videos on how to put the thing on and how to properly buckle it up, but now that you’re here your mind is going blank.

You shake your head in an effort to reorganize your thoughts, but the shrieking and the wind make it an almost impossible task. You sit up from your seat a bit to put the vest on over your shoulders.

Miss Hall finishes her conversation with the pilot and makes her way steadily over to your seats.

“Everyone ready?!” She shouts. Her eyes are a bright yellow, hair finally ruffled. She has a wide, encouraging smile on her face, and you distantly realize that this is the most genuine you’ve ever seen her.

She opens her grinning mouth to shout again before something seems to catch her attention. She looks out the open side of the carrier, eyebrows furrowing after a second. You follow her gaze, curious to see what made such an expression.

For a brief moment, you aren’t really sure if what you’re seeing is real.

Holy fucking shit! Is that Quaritch?!

Indeed, striding toward your aircraft, flanked by Z-Dog and Lopez, is Quaritch.

It feels as though someone has shocked you with a taser. You lurch up in your seat, gasping, eyes wide and mouth open as you stare at Quaritch’s intimidating form. Your heart thunders in your chest from both surprise and excitement.

Is he coming with us!?

The thought fills you with giddiness and you eagerly watch as he gets closer to the aircraft. As he nears you can see his hard and serious expression, as well as his new getup. He’s wearing dark green army vest covered in pockets, the thick straps resting against his broad shoulders. A black comm link that matches your own is around his throat. He holds a massive gun strapped across his chest next to his usual breathing mask. He walks like he owns Bridgehead, sneer firmly in place as he towers over even his team members. From this angle you can see his blue skin glowing in the daylight and his tail flicking irritably behind him.

You don’t realize you’re gawking at him until your mouth begins to dry. You snap it closed, suddenly breathless.

Soon enough, a large blue hand wraps around the opening to the carrier and Quaritch’s massive body lifts itself through. Your seat is right next to the large opening, so when Quaritch enters his shoulder brushes against the bare skin of your knees as he pulls himself up.

You're out of your seat before you realize it, hand reaching out to grab onto Quaritch’s massive bicep. He jerks a little bit when he realizes he’s being touched, glower firmly on his face when he turns to see who’s doing the touching. His expression settles when he realizes it’s you, face brightening as his sneer turns into a mocking smirk at your shocked face.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” You shout over the engine and wind, leaning close until your face is right next to his shoulder. You almost have to press your body to his so he can hear you. He leans down over you, putting his face close to yours as he shouts back. His golden eyes lock onto yours.

“What, Peach, you think I was going to let your scrawny ass get yourself killed out there!? God knows you wouldn’t last a second in Pandora without me watching your dumbass! What would everyone think if someone I was training died on their first time out?”

You beam at him, too happy to care about his slightly insulting words. “You have no idea how glad I am that you’re here!” You shout as loudly as you can.

He seems briefly surprised by your joy before his smirk turns cocky. “I bet you are, Peach!”

You scoff and daringly wack him lightly on the arm just as Z-Dog and Lopez pull themselves into the carrier. Z-Dog raises an eyebrow at Quaritch’s close position to you, her smirk growing mocking as she pops her bright pink bubblegum. Her expression schools itself into something more neutral when Quaritch turns to shout instructions at her, but you can still see the amusement in her eyes. Lopez remains silent beside her, hands holding his gun close to his chest. He nods when you make eye contact with him.

They turn to take a seat near your group, eyeing your team members distastefully. It seems like Quaritch wasn’t the only Recom member who dislikes scientists.

You grip Quaritch’s forearm and lead him toward the empty seat next to yours. You push your backpack off to the side to make room for your feet and take a seat. Quaritch places himself next to you, close enough that your thigh presses tightly against his. It makes your body buzz.

The whirring of the engine begins to scream even louder as it prepares to take off and you wince. Your hands bring themselves up until they’re pressed tightly against your ears. It only muffles the sound slightly.

Quaritch scowls when he sees you wince, golden eyes tightening around the corners and mouth thinning. He leans in close again to say something, and you tilt your head closer to hear. Your hair brushes against the bare skin of his arm.

“The loud noises will get better!” He shouts, nodding when you look at him. You nod back, immensely relieved to hear it.

He snorts when he sees your open vest. He rolls his eyes as he stands up from his seat to kneel in front of you, uncaring of the way the carrier shakes aggressively as it leaves the ground. His broad fingers swiftly begin to put the buckles and snaps in place, tugging here and there. As he gets lower, his hand brushes against the gentle flare of your hip, and you can’t help but shudder. Luckily, it's covered by the shuddering of the aircraft. You really didn’t need Quaritch to look any smugger than he already does.

You watch him tug your vest into place until everything sits perfectly, pretty mouth twisting as he works. He nods once he’s done, moving to sit back in his seat like he hadn’t just taken you completely by surprise. That does seem to be his thing, though.

You can’t seem to wrap your head around the fact that Quaritch was actually here and coming with you on your first trip. All your worries seem to fade away as you realize what this means. If there is anyone whose capabilities you trusted, it's Quaritch. You’ve seen this guy fight before, and even then he barely broke a sweat. You also trusted that he would put in an effort to keep you safe, even if just to ‘save his image’ as he said. You almost roll your eyes.

The important thing is that you feel safe with Quaritch. Maybe that's stupid, maybe you’d end up regretting it. But for now, it's the only way you can feel. And with that feeling, hope and elation fully blossoms as you think about what you are about to accomplish with Quaritch by your side.

And really, what’s the worst that could happen?

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How Keene!Reader and Hawk get together:

CW: Robby's Twin!Reader; slight smut, angst, and hurt/comfort. Nothing graphic.

✨️ all their flirting turned into a fwb relationship (and if Hawk is bad at a fwb thing, Keene!Reader is worse). They fuck when her dad isn't home, they fuck in his car, they fuck anywhere they can. They kiss and makeout, whisper to each other about how hot and sexy they think the other is.

✨️ it's a few weeks in and in the middle of fucking, Hawk blurts out "I love you" and Reader fucking comes.

✨️ when they're done, she cries out of embarrassment and mortification. She can't believe she just did that. Hawk has to assure her that it's okay and it isn't just that that has made her upset. She's never had a good relationship, never stable. She's scared to love Hawk even though she's been falling for him for a while now.

✨️ he holds her and let's her cry it out. When she finishes crying, she tells him she's sorry.

He lifts her chin so she'll look at him while he speaks. "It's okay, Reader. It's nothing to be sorry for."

She has such deep seeded problems stemming from her parentage and that's a lot to unpack. He knew that before jumping in bed with her. But he's unafraid to face it with her. Just not now.

Right now, he assures her. "I did t say it because of the heat the moment."

"You didn't?"

"No, I do love you."

She feels better to tell him. "I love you too. And I'm not just saying thay because you said it... I am glad you said it first though."

Him saying it first makes her feel safe and secure. As she lay in his arms, sharing little kisses and sweet nothings, she feels like she can finally let her guard down around somebody.

✨️ they don't tell anyone this is how it went down. To their friends and families, they kind of just got together unceremoniously. Like one day they were flirty friends and the next they were dating, kissing and holding hands.

✨️ he calls her babe in front of her dad and he physically grimaces. Johnny cannot stand it. Hit has nothing to do with his daughter growing up and everything to do with him having taught Hawk "how to get babes" and firmly stands on the hill that his daughter isn't a babe. Hawk will die on his own hill, the mole hill that he turns into a mountain everytime he addresses Reader as babe. It touches a nerve in Johnny and they're bound to fight over it someday.

✨️Robby and Demetri going on double dates with Hawk and Reader, usually movie and milkshake dates. Robby and Reader agree to see whatever superhero or sci-fi movie their boyfriends are jazzed about, but sometimes Robby and Demetri try to get a concrete answer out of them on when they started dating. They ask questions like "what was your guys' first date like?" and "how long have you two actually been together?" They get no real answers, partly because Hawk and Reader know they don't wanna know and mostly because the two enjoy messing with them. So they get a jumble of answers, usually wrong or flat out absurd.

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sunwoowrites · 1 year

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Comfort.

oneshot.

Lee know x reader

fem!reader

established!relationship

angst, fluff, comfort

"And then she totally-" She sighed. "Y/n. Can you give everyone else a chance to talk? It's so annoying. And you wonder why non of us hung out with you in school." My eyes widened and I looked down at my lap. "Gosh I'm so sorry, I never realised I spoke so much." She ran a hand through her hair. "How could you realise over your squeaky ass voice?" I frowned and kept quiet after mumbling a quick apology. They continued their conversation and I sipped on my coffee. What is wrong with me. How did I not realise. "Alright guys I'll see you later." One of the girls said standing up. "Yeah Me too." I mumbled grabbing my purse and phone. Immediately going to message Minho.

Y/n

Hey Min. Can you come pick me up please?

Min 🥺

No.

Y/n

Oh. Okay Nevermind then I'll get a taxi. See you at home.

Min 🥺

Hey I was kidding. I'll come get you. Is the reunion over already?

Y/n

Its fine. I'm on my way home already. Bye.

I sighed switching my phone off and looked out of the taxi window. What if he thinks the same? I felt my heart sink. I can't lose him. I need to fix this. I need to be better. For him. I used a tissue to dab my tears away. The make up is gunna make me look horrid if I cry.

I paid the driver and got out and walked up to my front door with my shoulders slouched. What a lovely reunion. I sighed and pushed in the passcode walking in. "Y/n? Jagi!" Minho ran up to me and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. "Are you okay? You sounded so down over text. Why didn't you wait for me? I would've picked you up. I was just kidding when I said no, baby. I told you. But you got a tax-" I smiled. "Its fine. I got a taxi." He frowned. "Baby-" I looked over his shoulder. "I'm going to go change." I mumbled before letting go of the hug and scurrying of to the room.

I sat on the bed after changing into my pjs, then lied back looking at the ceiling. I sighed. "Baby." Minho walking in with a cup of tea. "here." I sat up, took the mug and didn't say anything. "So what happened at the reunion. Did ya see your friends?" I stared at the tea in my cup. "Min..." He looked at me, eyes sparking. "Do I? Do you...Am I.." He frowned at my jumbled words, put my cup down and took my hands in his. "What is it?" He asked softly and I sniffled. "Do you ever get tired of me talking too much, Is it annoying?" His face fell.

"Tired? never. And why would it ever annoy me" He wiped the tears that slipped down my cheeks. "You telling me about your day, ranting about everything. Talking to me in general. It comforts me. It makes me feel like I'm home. You're my home. Your voice calms me down. And when you talk about that new artwork you've been busy with, your eyes sparkle. Its the most beautiful thing ever. I absolutely do not get tired of you talking and no, it doesn't annoy me." I pouted.

"really?" He nodded. "really jagi." He rubbed our noses together. "wanna tell me about that reunion?" I nodded and pouted before mumbling a small "yeah."

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gingerjolover · 7 months

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Wait would you like to share more thoughts on the boys and their commitment styles 👀

i would be happy to pretty anon! sorry if it is jumbled or messy, as always we can discuss!

i am 1000% going to contradict myself, like yes i FULLY believe these but i am not opposed to writing/i currently have marriage-related fics in the works. I also want to write an addition to this where it's their love languages 👀

phoebe - gives me married vibes all the way. maybe it's because she was previously engaged, i just feel like she loves with every fiber of her being and i can't imagine her with someone for a long ass time and not committing herself to them like mind, body, and soul without govt documentation lol

i think way before you're engaged, you would already be maxine's mama or second parent, there's no way you wouldn't be building a home together. she strikes me as a lover who just wants to share things with you. she's involving you in the care of maxine, in decisions in the home, she's involving you in her career whether it be on the album or on a tour, she's including you in her friend groups and it just gives like chosen family/little family vibes.

again, i think she values commitment, and not in such a traditional way where she like needs to be married to feel connected but like she just loves waking up and knowing that she's your wife. IDK i could be wrong about this i just have her in my brain really valuing your relationship, but enough that if you were against marriage, she would happily be engaged forever or even just be your life partner contentedly.

lucy - i have moments where im like yes, lucy is a WIFE but other times i feel like she is so vehemently against tradition in the way that you don't need to be married for her to be committed to you. i think if you were against marriage she would be fine, If you really wanted to be married I think she would do it without a shred of doubt. I imagine a scenario where you both aren't sure but maybe there's like some perks of being married legally. like i feel like if you DID get married, it would be for like tax purposes which i know sounds so fucked but it would be so funny she would definitely lovingly call you her beneficiary, but i don't think she would do a courthouse wedding, even for legal reasons she would love a small ceremony with your family and friends and it would just be a whole vibe.

rn i think she has roommates in Philly (go birds), but as i write her often i think she also values a home base and regardless of how long you've been together, she would be building a home with you and like taking into consideration your style and interests and making you comfortable. i think apartment hunting with her would be so cute! she is such a deep thinker and i think her opening up and letting you really know her and her quirks in a way that maybe only a few others know her would be her way of committing to you. Like waking up, rolling over, and realizing that you know everything about her and love her anyways would mean more to her than a wedding ring.

julien - same with lucy, sometimes im like yup she wants to be married in a small backyard ceremony in the fall and she's wearing a beautiful suit and your guys' dog is the ring bearer and lucy and phoebe sing for you both and it's not a religious ceremony, i think it would just be all vibes, like no pressure just truly a celebration of your love and commitment to one another.

other times i think she is not going to get married but she is buying yall a house and taking you to places in the world you've always wanted to go and getting your initials tattooed on her ring finger and tattooing your name over her heart or writing a song where the title is just your name and its about unfiltered love and gratefulness. she is obviously (like all of the boys) so loving, she loves the boys so much, she has a great outlook on life now (that speech she made where she said the boys gave her her voice back had me BAWLING) and like all of them, i don't think she NEEDS to be married to show her commitment. Julien, in my mind is a very small actions everyday type of lover, like yes, the tattoos are grand gestures, but she's playing your favorite songs in the morning or washing your hair when you're tired, she's making you your favorite meal when you're sad, and she prides herself on knowing you so well that she can just kiss you in the right places and know she doesn't have to put a ring on your finger for you to know she loves you.

#anon cutie #boygenius #julien baker x reader #lucy dacus x reader #phoebe bridgers x reader #boygenius blurbs #boygenius x reader #i have no evidence #this is just my brain #i am only a girl

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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moony i just had a thought

farmer!sevika coming home close to sunset after going into town for some shopping/business, and when she comes home she can't find you anywhere. she's checked the garden, the flowers you typically tend, the den, the kitchen, the backyard, so naturally she goes to the second floor of your home. you're not in your bedroom, and she's puzzled, until she hears the water running in the shower and she can hear you singing in there and it just warms her heart. you, her precious wife, safe and happy in the beautiful home you've built together, and it just makes her so happy that THIS is her life.

oh baby you know the way to my heart. also sorry it took a sec to get to this, I've been so busy this weekend and im only gonna get busier bc it's officially finals season in about a week but bc I'm an English and history girl, I have to start Now </3

But yes!! I imagine she got you a lil something when she was out, like some soda water for your fizzy lil drinks, some floral jam from some of the other farmers, maybe a new book, etc. etc. She loves bringing you lil gifts from her trips to town, absolutely adores the way your face lights up everything she hands you a gift. She also knows it's less about the actual gift than the fact that she thought of You and decided to buy you something just because <3

She's pulls up to the house and hops out the truck, and usually you greet her at the porch when she comes home, but not this time and she's like??? uh?? hello???

So she heads into the house and she literally can't find you on the ground floor, and she also knows you wouldn't be out on the farm right now, so she goes upstairs.

As she's heading up, she zones in on the sound of the shower and immediately relaxes. Sevika, the sweet but very worried woman that she is, always gets anxious when she can't find you quickly, scared that you'll get hurt if she's not there to protect you </3 but I digress <3

She walks into the bedroom, depositing the gifts on your pretty lil vanity when she hears you singing. She honestly doesn't care if you are or aren't a singer, she thinks you sound beautiful as ever, singing along to Dolly Parton's "I Really Got The Feeling". Sevika pauses, standing in the middle of the room, heart thumping out of her chest because all of the sudden she's hit with just this wave of love and happiness and warmth.

It's hits her all at once, this is your guys' home. She has a home, not just a house, a home.

She is safe and warm and her wife is singing in their shower in their bathroom in their home on their farm. It hits her that she is no longer that angry and mean girl from the city, the one who with no family, no actual friends, a freezing cold one bedroom apartment and a rotating cycle of meaningless hookups. It's been Years since then, and she's somehow made it here, to a woman who loves her more than anything and a farm that they revived.

It feels like a homecoming, this one inconsequential moment after a trip to town. It makes it all feel so real, and Sevika, terrifyingly, feels herself tearing up. She's gotten more used to crying since she met you, but it still catches her off guard. She feels one slip down and she sniffles, making her way to the bathroom and stripping her clothes off bit by bit, determined to show you how much she loves you.

ok this made me so weirdly emotional??? hello???? farmer sevika lore for y'all, also I'm thinking about making separate master lists for each au? bc I feel like they're all getting jumbled </3 does that sound good to y'all?

#jj baby 💚#arcane sevika #sevika x reader #sevika fluff #sevika x reader fluff #farmer!sevika

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wildemaven · 1 year

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Hey lovely🥰 if you’re taking requests, I’d love your take on this: (sorry it’s v jumbled)

Her Steve and Javi get caught in a bad raid. She witnesses Carrillo’s death, and is desperately trying to wake him up.

Javi n Steve try to get through to her and pull her away. She eventually stumbles back and runs away.

Javi finds her hours later standing in the middle of the locker rooms, half naked in front of the sleazy CIA guys, drunk and frantically trying to scrub the blood off.

He tells them to fuck off and helps her when she needs it most. Thank you 🥹

Hi anon!! Thank you for sending this in. I sat on it for a bit, but ended up writing a little something. Hopefully this kind of lines up with what you were thinking. It’s not beta’d and honestly I just quickly threw this together so hopefully it works. 💕

Warning: death, blood, not canon events, I think that’s it.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. It was just a routine questioning of some informants, following up on some leads. But you hadn’t taken in account for possible sicarios surrounding the informants home— their own informants tipping them off.

You called for backup, but it’s too late. He’d already taken his last breath nearly 10 minutes ago. His body cold and lifeless as his head lays cradled in your lap. Your vest and clothes now the color of his blood.

Tears stream down your face as the moment replays over and over, how you could have saved him— prevented this catastrophic loss.

Your grip tighter on his vest, muffled voices nearing your hunched over body.

You don’t register what is happening. You see their mouths moving, but you can’t hear them. Everything playing out in slow motion. You grip his vest tighter.

You body is forced away from his, warmth dragging you further and further from him. You think you’re screaming, you have to be. Sound isn’t registering still.

Your focus coming back as Steve shakes you, fingers snapping for your attention. He’s going on about getting you back to the embassy so you can clean yourself up. Your attention is drawn to Javi standing over Carillo’s body, now draped with a sheet. He looks over making eye contact with you, he sees the guilt wash over you.

You push Steve away, stumbling back a few steps before turning and making your way to your car. The tears have stopped, dried crystals of loss. You look out the window one last time before the engine turns over and you drive off. This is part of the job and yet nothing ever prepares you for the reality of losing a colleague and friend.

The drive back is a blur. Both Javi and Steve rang you multiple times, but you just don’t have the mental capacity to hold a conversation. You have paperwork to do, there will probably be meetings and interviews, standard procedures for something of this magnitude.

You feel like a robot moving through the halls. Stares and whispers as you pass by, you’re to numb to care. You catch a glimpse of your reflection in a window, you now seeing the cause for gawking bystanders. His blood.

You need to scrub and clean yourself before you meet with anyone.

It’s been a few hours, Carillo’s body no longer laying in the street, it’s been sent to be prepared for his funeral.

Javi and Steve at their desks working through their own piles of paperwork as the night drags on. At some point Javi decides they both need a coffee break and makes his way to the break room. A few CIA guys are standing in the corner when he enters, their voices lowering immediately.

Grabbing some clean cups, he fills each with freshly brewed coffee. As he goes to leave he hears what sounds like a mention of your name and still being covered in blood. Another stating a missed meeting with the ambassador.

He doesn’t wait around for more. Dropping the cups off with Steve, Javier makes his way to the locker rooms to check on you.

Steam is billowing from the shower room when he enters. He doesn’t immediately notice you, calling your name but only to be met with sound of water running.

Then he notices you. On the ground, back propped up against the wall. You’re still wearing your vest and stained clothes, soaked from head to toe. Your hands in your lap watching the water slowly wash away what’s left of him, the stream of crimson water flowing towards the drain. You can’t move, can’t bring yourself to scrub it away because then it will feel too finalized— you washing yourself and moving forward, while he is no longer here.

A hand gently grabs one of yours, you look up to see Javier a look of worry in his eyes. Your lip trembles as a sob wrecks through your body, a new wave of tears rolling down your cheeks.

You try to speak but you can’t find the words so you just cry.

There’s a tug at your shoulder as Javier begins to remove your vest, breathing now easier after its removal.

Then Javier is pulling your wet clothed body to his now fully clothed soaking-wet self. He holds you as the water continues to spray over you both.

“I’m not ready yet.” You tell him between your dying sobs.

He pulls you closer, “Okay, I’m here when you’re ready.”

#javier Peña #javier peña x reader #Pedro pascal #javier pena imagine #javier peña x you

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iconocon · 2 years

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coffee stains | leclerc

summary: a beautiful stranger spills coffee on you

warnings: mostly fluff, cursing

type: oneshot | wordcount 1.7k | ✧ fluff

anybody that has ever been to the airport and has come out of it saying it was a relaxing experience had to be the biggest liar in the world or maybe had to be just plain lucky because everything that could’ve gone wrong for you this morning had. from not being able to find your passport to not being able to find your car keys, to even the worst of all being now, standing in the security line as your bag sets off every censor possible. to be fair you probably would’ve been more put together if it was a trip you had even wanted to go on and not a trip to go meet your brother's new “love of his life”. the quotes surrounding that were very necessary as It was almost clockwork for him to marry some random gold digger then have some big wedding and even divorce a year or two later because he wanted kids while they just wanted him for his money. each year you wish to be the last but instead the visit got sadder and sadder especially when you would try to talk him out of it and ask him to just come back to america with you to settle down instead of making you fly to monaco just to see him.

“ma’am you can’t keep this.” snapping out of your daze you're brought back to the security guy holding up a random bottle of perfume you didn’t even realize was in there, to begin with yet somehow the fact it took them 20 minutes to dig through your bag to find it made the anger in you grow.

“that’s all?” you didn’t wanna be rude because after all he was just doing his job but come on man, shaking your head you grab your bag back shoving maybe a little too aggressively all of the stuff that was ripped out of it back in before haphazardly zipping it back closed to finally make your way to your gate. the big LED screen above your head that had colored arrows and jumbles of letters/numbers showed the time brightly in the center of it all.

6:55am

boarding didn’t start till at least 7:30 so in the grand scheme of things you had plenty of time to maybe get coffee or even if you were lucky enough maybe even something to eat before sitting on the absurd 11-hour flight that with each step you seemed to be dreading more and more. following the same signs as earlier the smell of coffee hit you in the face before even getting the chance to see the barista at the counter in their bright green apron.

“hi, what can i get for you?”

“can i get a vanilla cold brew cold foam please?”

“size?”

“medium.”

after paying and a couple minutes later collecting what would be the only thing to keep you sane for a few hours you found the closest set of tables you could which also happened to be the furthest ones by other people needing the couple minutes of alone time to reset. hanging your backpack on the back of the chair and searching for your airpods in your hoodie pocket you are able to start to relax with both the music and coffee kicking in giving you some release. sip after sip the time passed as you people watched even playing a game of trying to guess where people were going based on what they were wearing for example the stressed-out guy in the oddly bright hawaiian shirt matched with an ugly bucket hat could only be going to hawaii, right? or the guy in the (uncomfortable looking) 3 piece suit that has done nothing but talk through the little black earpiece connected to ear like a lifeline only could be spending his time in new york. like everything else today that relief only lasted so long because the next thing you knew you heard the loud screeching sound of shoes rubbing against the tile along with a string of colorful curse words followed by freezing cold liquid hitting you square in the chest.

“what the FUCK?”

“oh my god no no no i'm so sorry”

completely frozen in your seat you didn’t even look up at the culprit only able to concentrate on the huge foamy mess that covered you from your neck down to your thighs as it continued to drip down spreading quickly. next thing you knew the 'coffee guy' was grabbing wads full of paper towels and trying to clean up the mess but instead of actually helping it ended up feeling like he was doing a better job of feeling you up than he was doing anything else. the scene did nothing but draw loads of attention to you both which didnt help make you feel any less embarrassed for something that wasn't even your fault.

“stop please- just stop”

grabbing the stranger's wrist you end up yanking the napkins out of his hand doing it yourself for a second before realizing it was no use and just taking the hoodie off altogether leaving you in nothing but a random white t-shirt that you found in a random corner of your closet this morning with an ugly pink font that said 'hottie'. great just great. finally getting a chance to look up at the guy you almost felt bad for yelling at him as he was way prettier than you even realized, the light coating of blush got even darker as you just stare at him with what you only could assume as a resting bitch face.

“i really didn’t mean to drop it on you just your backpack was in the way an-“

“wait you’re blaming me?”

“yes- well no- i just-“

“are you serious?”

“i-“

he was pretty but he definitely wasn’t pretty enough to drop coffee on you THEN blame you when he was the clumsy idiot who did it. grabbing all your things in a rush but also at the same time making time to grab the wet used napkins which you then shove into his own chest walking as fast as possible hoping to find the nearest bathroom.

“WAIT”

drowning out the pleas to stop you just kept continuing to walk away weaving in and out of the passing bodies coming at you until you reached the bathroom sinks to finally get an overview of the damage. fuck, you looked like a hot mess. there was coffee in your hair, on your jeans, and worst of all your hoodie was definitely ruined beyond saving, at this point you were better off throwing it out than waiting for it to dry on the plane.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 1622 TO MONACO ONCE AGAIN THIS IS A LAST CALL

and that's when you started running as fast as your feet could carry you back to your gate just in time to make it before the flight attendant officially closed her line which speaking of she was in the middle of doing and you could tell from the look on her face she was not at all happy about. you wanted her to say something so bad just so you could get even the tiniest bit of emotions out from the already long morning you had yet luckily for her and you, she just scanned your ticket and let you go on your way.

22B

with one final sigh you could finally see your seat as you went through first class and then through the rows of economy seats towards the middle of the plane. in approaching the row you realize that the aisle seat was already occupied by a man with his black hood already up and around his ears so the only way to get by was to tap him on his shoulder.

"excuse m- no fucking way" none other than 'coffee guy' was staring you back in the face with his pretty blue eyes and a surprised look on his face as he just sat there looking like an idiot. "are you gonna- uh- move?"

"right right"

finally getting the memo he undoes his seatbelt and turns his body sideways trying to scoot out from between the packed seats to allow you to get in between him to sit. huffing you already knew it was gonna be a long awkward flight having to deal with him beside you for 11 hours.

"I'm charles by the way- and I'm sorry for the um" redoing your own seatbelt you watch as he sits down staring at the coffee stains that cover your jean-clad legs leaving brown splotches as far as you could see from this angle. "how can i make it up to you?"

you didn't want to be mean or be angry over it anymore you just wanted this to be over with and go back home as soon as possible where you could live your boring life until you had to do this trip again the following year. "really it's fine i promise i won't hold it against you for the whole 11 hours just maybe 10 of them”

trying to be at least a little sincere when you say it you actually give him a smile while cracking the joke which he does chuckle at which is a huge win in your book. from then on you and charles didn't stop talking for what felt like the whole plane ride even a few times getting whisper screamed at from nearby passengers as you talk through the night about any and everything. even at one point, you started falling asleep, and being the gentleman he was he offered you his shoulder as it "was the least he could do for ruining your day" to which you responded by telling him he also made it for you so all forgiven.

when the plane eventually touched down in monaco the stewardess came over and gave you both light taps reminding you to be ready for landing but in coming back from sleep land you both realize how you looked with his head resting on your own as you snuggled into his shoulder wrapped around his arm basically holding it hostage in your sleep.

"oh god im sorry"

"hey thats my line"

and we that it was time to deplane which ended with you both promising you wouldn't be strangers, especially in a small principality like monaco which in turn he offered to buy you another coffee this time in hopes of not spilling it all over you giving you his number and telling you to call whenever you're free this weekend.

maybe the coffee stains weren't so bad after all and maybe monaco could be somewhere you want to remember this time.

#charles x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #f1 drabble #formula one x reader #f1 x you #📗#driver x reader

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dailydragon08 · 10 months

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Breathe With Me Part II

Summary: Luke is determined that you end your day on a good, relaxed note. Pairing: Luke Skywalker x Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: M Warnings: crying/emotional reader, steamy makeout session, illusions to past/future smut (not described, just as in "this has happened before/could happen in the future"). A/N: Reposting AGAIN. Again, tried to write it so you can insert any era of Luke you want (no idea how soon after ANH he became a commander). Please let me know if you want a part 3 with Luke and reader's vacation! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. Masterlist can be found linked in my pinned post on my blog (which includes a link to part 1; Tumblr is weird about links with me sometimes and if I link things, it gets lost in the ether, so please take a look if you’re interested!). Enjoy!

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You went to take a sip out of your water, sighing when only a few drops slid down your throat. You glanced at the empty mug and set it back down on the table harder than you meant to, wincing as Threepio startled and looked at you. “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that,” you mumbled, turning back to your datapad.

“Oh, it’s quite all right,” Threepio replied. Artoo whistled next to him.

You tried to concentrate on the files Leia had sent you, but everything was jumbling together into an incoherent mess in your mind. You set the pad down and leaned back in your chair, rubbing at your eyes as you looked around the mostly empty conference room back on the rebel base. “You know, you guys don’t have to stand here if you don’t want. I won’t mind if you need to leave.”

“Oh, well,” Threepio motioned to his companion, “Master Luke instructed us to stick close to you. He mentioned you’d been under a lot of stress and wanted us available to you in case you needed any assistance.”

Your heart swelled and you chewed on your fingernail, unsure what to say. He was always so sweet and thoughtful. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Artoo beeped as an arm shot out of one of his sockets, grabbing your empty mug by the handle and speeding out of the room. You watched him with a frown before returning your eyes to the protocol droid.

“Oh, I suppose it should be any minute now. I don’t believe they went far from base.”

You nodded your thanks, feeling tears fill your eyes as Artoo wheeled back over to you. He whirred softly as he set your now full cup of water back down on the table in front of you. You patted his head and smiled, picking up your datapad again to message Leia.

Will it be an issue if I get these files back to you tomorrow instead?

She replied instantly. Not at all. Is it bad again today?

Yeah. Really bad.

I’m sorry things got too hectic for a vacation once we all got back. I just freed up some time, so why don’t you let me take care of those files? If you send Threepio my way to help, it shouldn’t be an issue for me. Go get some rest. You’ve earned it. Luke is with me now giving a report. He’s almost done and I’ll send him your way as soon as we finish.

Thank you, ILYSM.

ILY too. Now go rest.

You sighed, sending Threepio to aid the princess as requested before trudging down the hall. Artoo stayed faithfully by your side, determined to carry your water for you. Since Luke had become a commander, he got his own small, but private quarters. You had your own bunk assigned to you with the others, but you frequented Luke’s room so often, people usually looked for you there first. You buzzed the code into the keypad—still feeling your stomach do somersaults at the fact that Luke made your name his passcode—and flopped down on the mattress.

You glanced around for a moment before burying your face in the pillow and letting the Jedi’s familiar scent wash over you. Doing all he did for the rebellion had its perks (mainly thanks to Leia): a double bed, his own private refresher complete with a bathtub (a small tub, but still a tub), a mini fridge, a small counter complete with storage, a kettle, and burner, and even a screen that came down out of the ceiling to go with his projector. It was initially intended for meetings with others off base, but you and Luke had used it for watching holos whenever you got the chance.

Artoo dimmed the lights as your eyes drooped, using one of his little arms once more to pull the blanket over you. He struggled with the thick material and you smiled, helping him pull it the rest of the way over your shoulders. “Thanks, buddy.”

He chirped happily before settling beside you to wait for Luke.

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A gentle shake on your shoulder pulled you out of your slumber. You’d ended up crying yourself to sleep, the box of tissues Artoo had brought from the refresher still on the bed beside you. Luke sat beside you on the bed, staring down at you with concern as he moved the tissues to his nightstand and brushed some leftover tear tracks away with his thumb. “Hey, starflower.”

“Hi,” you warbled as he kissed your forehead.

He gently brushed your hair away from your face. “Guess what?”

“What?”

“Leia managed to get us both five days off.”

You stared at him in amazement. “Five? But won’t they need us? Especially you?”

“Things are calm enough now that they’ll manage.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Then they’ll call us, but Leia seems to think we’ll be fine. Even Mothma agreed. Now scoot over.”

You did as told and he climbed into the bed with you, pulling you tight against his chest. He kissed your forehead again, his hands gently wandering from your hair to your cheek, jaw, and neck. His fingers wrapped around the back, massaging the tension away. You weren’t sure how long you laid there, dozing on and off with Luke peppering your face with kisses and massaging your sore muscles. His soothing voice whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he nuzzled into you, smoothing a hand up and down your back and squeezing you tight.

“Does anything in particular sound good?” he asked. “Or do you want me to take the lead?”

“Um…” you hesitated. The dimmed lights made a blue, almost hyperspace-like glow in Luke’s room. That, combined with the steady beat of his heart against your ear, made you feel like you could breathe deeply for the first time in weeks. “I’m having trouble thinking right now, so do you…” you glanced up at him, “Do you mind taking the lead?”

“Of course I will.” His thumb brushed against your cheek before he left a soft kiss on your lips, then your nose, cheeks, and forehead. “Will you be okay if I get up and get some things ready for a few minutes?”

You nodded, reluctantly extracting yourself from his hold. He kissed the back of your hand as he slid out of bed, clinging to you until you were out of reach. He murmured a few things to his astromech that you ignored as you let your eyes slide closed again. You hugged Luke’s pillow to your chest, inhaling his scent and pretending he was still holding you. You heard him moving around the room, prying your eyes open long enough to see him rooting around in his mini fridge as Artoo whizzed down the hallway at top speed like he always did whenever Luke sent him on a mission. Their closeness made you smile as you closed your eyes again.

You had almost slipped into sleep again when you heard Artoo hustle back in with a series of excited beeps, followed by the sound of running water and a plunk. You opened your eyes to Luke gently stroking your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear as he pulled you into a sitting position. “Mmkay, sweetheart, let’s get you out of these clothes.”

“Mmm, kinky.”

He chuckled. “Not like that.” He brushed his lips against your neck, just below your ear, as he helped you undo your pants. “But if you want, I’m more than happy to help with that. But no pressure if you’d rather just relax and cuddle.”

You lifted your hips as Luke slid your bottoms and underwear off in one go. “I’m…not sure I could get in the right headset for that to feel good right now. I’m sorry. Is it okay if we just see how I feel?”

“Of course.” Luke lifted your shirt over your head. “You never have to apologize and you’re never obligated to do anything.” He pressed his lips to your forehead before shrugging off his jacket and rolling his sleeves to his elbows. Before you could admire his forearms and hands for too long, he disappeared into the refresher again and you heard the water stop. He hurried back out and carried bridal style to the refresher. He set you down in the now full tub of warm water, complete with a lavender bath bomb.

“Where did you even find this?”

“Leia had a few. She knew you were stressed, so told me I could use some if I needed them. I hope the lavender is okay. The scent is supposed to help you relax.”

You nodded, leaning back in the tub. “Yeah, it’s perfect.” You sighed as you felt the exhaustion hit you like a freight train, bringing more tears to your eyes. “Ugh, no, I thought I was done.” You buried your face in your hands, leaning your elbows against your thighs in the water.

Luke rubbed your back. “Just let it out. Do you want some space or company?”

“Don’t go,” you mumbled into your hands.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You felt him kiss your hair before gathering it behind you and tying it into a loose bun. “You left a hair tie here last time. Who knew you forgetting things would end up being so convenient?”

You let your hands fall into the water, huffing out a meager laugh as Luke took your favorite body wash—which had found a home in his refresher—and spread it over his hands. “I mean, I practically live here anyway, so does it really count as forgetting?” You groaned as Luke’s hands smoothed over your body, gently working out the knots as he came across them.

He laughed and the sound further relaxed your muscles. “I guess not.” He hesitated, gently pushing you to lean back so he could rub the body wash over more of you. “You know…if you did just want to…move all your stuff in here, I wouldn’t mind.”

You glanced at him hopefully. “Is that allowed?”

He shrugged, rubbing your thighs. You couldn’t help but admire the veins and tanned skin of his forearms. You always forgot how large his hands were until you saw them compared to you, making you melt every time. “I doubt it would cause too much of a ruckus. Command knows you’re in here more often than your own quarters anyway and no one’s said anything yet. Plus, I am also part of command. I could pull a few strings…if you want.” His blue eyes looked at you hopefully, nervousness tinging their edges.

“Are…” you paused to groan slightly as his hands moved to your sore calf muscles, “are you sure you want me to?”

He smiled and the lovestruck look in his eyes made you want to cry again. “More than anything.”

Your stomach flipped and you smiled shyly at him before nodding.

His face lit up. “Is that a yes?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

He flashed a toothy grin at you before squeezing your thigh and pressing a deep kiss to your lips. You pressed your forehead to his for a few seconds before you both laughed, kissing him again before his hands traveled to your ankles and feet.

You glanced at his hair and chuckled. “I think it might be a bit humid in here.”

He laughed. “Well, I know how you like your water to be Mustafar temperatures.”

You couldn’t help the loud laugh that bubbled up out of you. “Your hair’s so fluffy.”

He smiled before shaking his head vigorously, making it fluff up even more. “If you tell anyone else that nickname, I’ll get you back.”

“What, you don’t wanna hear them call Commander Floofwalker over the loudspeakers?”

He laughed. “No. Especially Han will never let me live that down.”

“I mean, you have similar haircuts, so I bet his does it too—oh, Maker, imagine poor Chewie.”

Luke laughed so hard, he had to pause in massaging your feet. “Oh no, that would be bad. We might not be able to get him through the door to the Falcon’s cockpit.”

“I’m sure Han would love having a bunch of poofy fur in his way while he’s trying to pilot.”

“Just flying like pleh pleh pleh.”

You giggled, admiring his smile as he met your eyes.

“It’s good to hear you laugh again. I love your laugh.” He smoothed a hand up your calf and back onto your thigh. “And your legs.”

Your smile faded a bit. “Are you sure? I’m a little insecure about them.”

“I know you are. But they’re perfect, I promise.” He kissed the part of your knee that poked out over the water. “Every part of you is. But you are turning into a giant wrinkle, so I think that means it’s time to get out.”

He helped you up and out of the tub, pulling the drain and drying you off with your favorite fluffy towel. “Now,” he kissed your jaw, “do you want Artoo to go grab some clothes from your room or just wear mine?”

You fixed him with a look. “You know the answer to that one.”

He smiled before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into the bedroom with him. He put his hands on your shoulders and gently sat you down on the edge of his bed before turning on the burner and setting the kettle on top of it. He pulled a mug and hot chocolate pack out of the cabinet before making his way to his dresser. After gently pulling a black v-neck shirt over your head and helping you step into his boxers, he left a soft kiss on the inside of your thigh.

As he stood, you pulled out the hair tie, the motion making the collar slip off one shoulder. You glanced up as Luke blew a slow breath out his mouth, his eyes tracking the movement hungrily. You chuckled nervously. “What?”

“Just…” Luke shook his head, shuddering out another breath as his blushing face filled with awe. “When your hair sort of just rains down like that combined with the off-the-shoulder….”

You laughed. “You okay over there?”

He laughed breathlessly, stepping between your legs and pulling you flush against him. “Yeah.” He pressed a deep kiss to your lips, his hands roaming underneath the fabric of his shirt to glide over your skin. Your lips moved in tandem as his hands, still warm from the bath water, slowly traced up and down the sides of your torso and spine. He gasped softly as you dipped your tongue into his mouth, returning the gesture as his hands moved over the top of your shirt, his fingers barely grazing over your chest to cup your face. His hands were large enough that his thumbs could still stroke your cheeks while his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck. You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the toned muscle beneath his shirt, slipping into his hair and giving it a gentle tug. He shuddered out a shaky exhale and you felt his knees buckle slightly as he leaned against the bed.

Before you could continue, the kettle started whistling. Luke continued kissing you, hands wandering, for several seconds as the whistling intensified. You laughed against his lips. “Luke—”

He cut you off with another kiss, murmuring a hmm? into your mouth. You pushed against his chest and he finally pulled away with a dazed expression on his face. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, but your kettle.”

He frowned. “Huh?” His eyes widened as the whistling increased in intensity, his head whipping around so fast his hair flew with him. “Oh!”

You laughed as he rushed over to the kettle, taking it off the burner and depositing the hot chocolate pack’s contents into the mug. “I thought Jedis were supposed to be focused.”

He chuckled as he poured the steaming water over the powder. “I was focused, just not on the kettle…Oh, I’m out of spoons…uhhh…” He hesitated before swirling his fingers several inches above the cup.

You laughed harder. “Are you Force-stirring?”

He laughed with you. “Maybe?”

You clutched at your stomach. “Artoo is literally holding a spoon in his arm.”

“No, he’s—oh.”

Artoo beeped, holding a plastic spoon from the cafeteria in one of his pinchers.

You doubled over on the bed. “Maker, Luke.”

“You got me a bit frazzled, okay?” The sound of his bright laugh filled the room and your chest. He took the spoon from the droid before stirring the mug before him. “It’s not my fault you’re so attractive. I’m over here trying to pamper you and you’re making fun of me.”

“And I appreciate it. I love you. I’m sorry.”

He smiled, his joy so palpable and radiating, you wondered if this was how he felt when he sensed your emotions through the Force. “I love you too.” He handed you the mug, watching you lovingly as you took the first sip. “Is it warm enough? Taste okay?”

You nodded, setting it down on the nightstand and scooting over, patting the space beside you.

He climbed in next to you, using the Force to push the button that brought the screen down. He took his datapad from a drawer in the nightstand and fired up the projector, his library of downloaded holomovies lighting up the tarp. Pulling you against his chest, he left a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead before holding the pad out to you. “You pick. Then we can get some dinner, sleep, and decide if we want to just relax here for the next few days or fly anywhere you want.”

#star wars #luke skywalker #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars fluff #star wars comfort #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker comfort #luke skywalker fluff #gender neutral reader #luke skywalker x gn!reader #my writing

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 months

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Wayne Jackson x Sweet!Shy!Reader || Drabble

Plot: The scene with the cop stopping them in the road. You reach a hand between the seats and stop Wayne from doing something stupid. You also kinda reflect on your relationship with him 😅

Warnings: Attempted murder references and maybe a couple sexual ones too.

You're so uncomfortable around cops, these days. Before you met these men (before you met Wayne, particularly), you were very normal! Cops made you a little nervous even if you didn't do anything-- but now it was so much worse. Because you have done things... and you don't always know the everything you've done. You try to trust Lyle that you wont get too mixed up in all of this, but thats a hard thing to do. So you try to trust Norman... but thats hard, too.

So when the cop stopped your car on the side of the highway, you slumped in your seat behind the passenger seat, chewing on your thumbnail. Dale nudges you; Gives you a 'be fucking cool' look, but you s u c k at that. The only reason you're here is because of Wayne- you're not meant for this life!!

But still, you take a deep breath through your nose and flash the Officer a sweet grin when he peers into the back seats past Norman and Wayne. You even give a little, curt waive.

He nods, and keeps talking to Norman.

You can hear the blood pumping in your ears as you score your memory for any reason the Officer could arrest you right now, but your heads so jumbled you can barely think. you're so stuck in your own thoughts you miss out on what Dale said- it sounds to you like you're underwater.

But you do notice when, a few minutes later, the cop starts coming back to the car from his and Wayne (in front of you), pulls out his gun. Eyes widening immediately, your heartbeat speeding up awfully in your chest; hammering against your collar. Norman tells him to put it away, but he doesn't.

Before you can even think, you're reaching carefully past the back of Wayne's seat and taking hold of his arm. Numb fingers squeeze him there comfortingly as the cop strolls over. "Wayne." You whisper, desperate and hopeful. He'll listen to you, you're very well aware of the unlikely effect you have on him. You don't know how, or why, but he listens to you-- when you need him to. When you're scared.

The cop is getting closer, and you watch him with baited breath as you feel Wayne stop, taking in a tense breath, then lower his arm again. Letting out an unbelievably relieved breath, you slide your nervous gaze from the cop to the car's side mirror; in which Wayne's already looking at you.

Thank you, you mouth. You try to take your hand away, but as the Cop's leaning down to talk to Norman again through the drivers side window Wayne lifts his hand to holds yours where it is; giving you a little squeeze as his jaw tenses tighter, holding himself together.

... okay. You think, nervously. Now you're basically holding hands. Its nice. Fuck- you're never going to get over this. How s o f t this terrible man is with you, how you're actually with someone like him. You never in a million years expected that you, the shyest person ever, ended up with a criminal more than/double your age. You've seen how terrible he can really be; you should have run away the first time you did. The time he almost killed someone because that someone hit on you.

You remember the scene vividly. How you didn't really realise what happened, why your butt stung for a few moments- but Wayne had; yanking you behind him and pulling out the gun always tucked in the front of his jeans. How you had to b e g him, not to shoot the guy. Even though you were mortified. Then the blood on the floor when he didn't listen to you. Your frantic 911 call. The cops-

... but you didn't run away, for some reason that you still don't quite understand.

You remember how Wayne was smiling when the cops came; a wicked proud smile that told you he wasn't sorry at all. He grinned like that even with the cuffs on and when he was behind the iron bars, flirting with you through them like this wasn't a big deal.

... or maybe you completely understand it, you do, and you just don't want to admit it. Because admitting you like that part of him- at least when its defending you-- is terrifying.

You especially remember the gentle way he touched you before the cops and the ambulance came, cupping your jaw in one hand and telling it was worth it sweetheart. sorry. we're gonna be apart for a lil while, now, but you'll wait for me wont ya?

As Norman starts up the engine again and peels away from the Officer, Wayne's familiar voice breaks you out of your thoughts; causing your eyes to lift up to his in the side mirror again.

"'T's lucky my little sunflower was here to rein me in there, huh?" He gives you a wink.

"Yeah, lucky." Norman rolls his eyes, focused on the road.

"... Sunflower??" Dale snorts. What? You think, knitting your brows together. You like that! "More like rider. Right??" He chuckles, mortifying you with the dirty innuendo. Your eyes widen in surprise, before you hide your face in your hands, as the teasing for the rest of the ride back to Lyle begins.

#i have to wait up for my sister to get home tonight so i thought i might as well write something thats been on my mind #there it is! ^^ XD #Wayne Jackson x Reader Drabble #Wayne Anthony Jackson x Reader Drabble #Wayne Anthony Jackson #Wayne Jackson #Wayne Anthony Jackson x Reader #Wayne Jackson x Reader #Drabble #Good Day For It #Good Day For It 2011

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starlit-hopes-and-dreams · 5 months

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Find the Vibe

I was tagged by: @oh-no-another-idea for I’m learning I would die for that/them @little-peril-stories for that deep, anticipatory, nervous breath before the leap and @clairelsonao3 for the moment where they have just had it up to here with everyone and everything that's standing in the way of getting what they want and they just kind of flip out.

Thank you for the tags! Sorry it took me so long 😅

I haven't seen the find the vibe tags floating around anymore, lets bring them back!

Gently tagging: @kaiusvnoir, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @outpost51, and Open Tag

Your vibe: Don't touch me!

I’m learning I would die for that/them

from Hidden Depths (i had a hard time with this one, but this is pretty close)

“What now is you get to talk to me,” Lox said, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him. The only thing that stopped her from snatching her dagger back, burying it in this guy’s chest, and bursting into that room to get to Resh was that it appeared as if they were caring for his injuries. And the small matter that a move like that would certainly get her killed. But she would’ve done it regardless, if she’d thought it necessary.

that deep, anticipatory, nervous breath before the leap

from Shattered Dreams (i chose an actual leap, sorry lol)

Fyel and the man continued to argue, but their words blurred, jumbling together. It didn’t matter anyway, their argument. All that mattered was what she did, and she knew her body. Knew its limits. She either jumped or stayed, and she would rather die than choose the latter of the two options. Without a second thought, Alaia threw herself off the bluff, sending Fyel flying off her shoulder with a surprised yelp as she pinwheeled her arms and fought to keep from screaming. She entered the river feet first, the impact jolting through her body. Struggling against the current, she resurfaced, spinning around in the water to find the reeds where the boat was hidden, but it was too dark.

the moment where they have just had it up to here and they just kind of flip out.

from Shattered Soul (same link as shattered dreams)

"Give me a mirror," [Alaia] demanded, looking up at Darian. His brow furrowed. "I don't know if that's a good idea." "Give me a mirror!" she screamed. Darian hesitated, so she pushed back the chair and leapt out of it, intending to go ransack the bathing room. There had to be one in there. She made it all of two steps before she fell, but Darian was right there to catch her. He began to steer her back to the chair. She jerked her arm away, falling on her ass on the hard floor, the impact reverberating through her. "Don't touch me!"

#starlit plays tag games #writeblr tag games #find the vibe #hidden depths #shattered dreams #shattered soul #catch up tag game batching thanks for your understanding <3

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gemini-sensei · 8 months

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Biggest Surprise - Hawk

Chubby!Fem!Reader

Part One | Other options: Miguel | Robby | Demetri

After a while of sitting around and almost everyone getting a chance to hold the baby, Moon said she'd treat everyone to some lunch - especially promising to bring Reader back something delicious that wasn't from the hospital cafeteria. Everyone followed her out the door, save for one person who volunteered to stay behind with Reader... Hawk.

Once they were alone, Hawk came to sit beside Reader's bed. She was holding her sleeping baby boy in her arms, watching him with soft, tired eyes. He sat quietly, watching over him too. He was so small, with a cute little nose that matched Reader's to a T. However, when he'd been awake just a little while ago, he had shining blue eyes that Hawk recognized every day in the mirror.

"He's pretty cute," he said after a while. He didn't know what else to say, unsure of how to approach the situation.

When he came into the room, he thought he was going to find his girlfriend in bad shape; he thought she had been in some kind of freak accident or something. Then he walked into the room and was greeted by a bundle of cooing blankets and a smile from Reader that lit up the whole place. His heart was a jumbled-up mess of emotions and his head was all over the place trying to figure it all out. It was so much change at once, he could hardly believe it.

Yet here they were, new parents with a tiny little baby to take care of.

"Yeah," Reader said, smiling up at him. As they looked at each other, she lost some of her luster. "I'm sorry I dragged you here like this. I just... didn't know how to tell you. I didn't know if you'd believe me."

"Reader, we've been together almost a year," he said, laying the groundwork for everything he was about to say. "I've spent so much time with you over this last year, and you never showed a sign. You never got sick, you never got a belly, nothing changed. How could we have known?"

She gave a light shrug. "He was determined to be a sneaky little guy, I guess."

They shared a soft laugh, which came to an end when their baby boy whimpered in her arms. She shushed him gently, promising that he was okay. They stayed quiet a moment as he settled again, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can put him in the bassinet if you want," Hawk told her.

She shook her head. "I think he likes sleeping in my arms. The bassinet is kind of cold anyway."

He nodded and licked his lips, still unsure of what to say. He watched them, so enchanted by them. "Well, um, you know, I'll be there for you two. You can even move into my place."

"What about Demetri?"

"Screw Demetri. He'll understand."

Reader held back a laugh, feeling a little bad for their nerdy friend. She smiled nonetheless and looked at Hawk. "You mean that?"

He nodded and came closer, getting on his knees beside the bed and looking up at Reader. "I do. I mean it. I want us to be together. I want us to be a family."

Tears brimmed Reader's eyes. It had been an emotional 24 hours for her, and it wasn't until recently that she started thinking about her boyfriend. She'd put her baby first, then thought of Hawk, but now she was thinking of them both. He was thinking of them all too and it made her heart swell with love and admiration.

"Oh, Eli," she said softly, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. He stood up and leaned over her, wiping them away and kissing her head. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Their baby boy cooed and drew their attention. He was looking up at them with tired blue eyes, his little fists pulled to his chest. His gaze was beautiful and it made his parents smile down at him.

Hawk leaned down and kissed his little head. "Hey there, bud. I'm your dad."

#dad!eli #baby headcanons #hawk moskowitz #eli hawk moskowitz #hawk moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #cobra kai x reader #gemini sensei

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pixxxieland · 2 years

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Eddie Munson X fem reader (one shot)

Descrip: Eddie and reader are best friends, they grew up together. They both don’t know they love one another. ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST

You’re not quite sure how it happened, or even when it started but you’ve got a major crush on your best friend Eddie.

Maybe it was all the sleepovers growing up, or both being hosed off together as children by his Uncle Wayne after you guys had decided to have a mud fight in the middle of a rainstorm in the middle of the trailer park. Could it have been all the giggling and secrets whispered against each other’s ears and necks? Either way this crush is driving you insane. You don’t have much choice but to push the feelings away.

“ Earth to y/n….” Eddie’s hand waves frantically in front of your face as you’re lost in your jumbled brain trying to connect the dots. The dots, meaning your feelings for your best friend. You had been like this for weeks, Eddie only noticed because you had started to decline his invitations for sleepovers, instead of curling up against him in bed after smoking too much weed- you walked home alone in the dark trailer park. Of course you were only four trailers down, he could watch you scurry home and run up your rickety stairs. Or, instead of sitting on the closed toilet during his showers you awkwardly ignored the open door invite to come talk with him.

“ I just can’t tonight Eddie, or anymore…We’re getting too old for sleepovers,Ed’s” You lie through your teeth, knowing it hurts Eddie. His face drops and posture changes, he’s now sitting up away from his pillow that he was previously leaning on. He’s shirtless, chest smooth and hairless- various black outlined tattoos non strategically placed on his torso, most of them you were there for. You both share matching tattoos, a symbol for your undying friendship, a little cartoon ghost on the inside of your bicep.

The memory from last night floods your thoughts, clouding any comprehensible answer you could give him. That saddest part about this whole stupid crush is that he really is your only best friend. You used to tell him everything, what the girls said about him in the locker room, gross things that you do, crushes you used to have before him. Now it feels like you have lost everything, any thought that goes through your mind is about him, you obsess over the way your clothes hug your body, how you smell, if your legs are shaved. It’s absolutely exhausting, since when did you care about that stuff? why the fuck is this happening.

“ Sorry Ed, um what were you talking about?” the words fall from your lips, your head moves to look up at Eddie, he’s standing in front of you holding a joint. The expression on his face reads, puzzled. Trying to recover the situation quickly, you flash a little smile towards him. Your arm stretches up to reach for the small sloppily rolled joint, he raises an eyebrow brow and darts his hand away from yours.

“ Nuh uh. not until you tell me what’s been on your pretty little mind lately.” His voice is playful, body language open and friendly. Like he had forgotten what happened last night, of course he would do that for you, Eddie would do anything to make being your friend easier. You know how much he cares for you, you know that he is always there to make it better. That’s the thing though,he always does. No matter what Eddie will drop whatever he’s doing to come to your aid. He has had so many girlfriends that he's disappointed because you needed him at that moment, to be fair you didn’t know that he was letting down his girlfriends, and that they would inevitably break up with him because you were always in the way. And of course he would tell you that they broke up with him because he wasn’t ready for commitment.

“ wha- oh. Nothing really.” you quip, trying to adjust your body language to match his. Straightening your back and adjusting the hem of your black shorts.

“ Don’t look at me like that,Munson. I’m a little distracted lately, ok.” your happy tone dwindles, he looks so confused at your sudden change up.

“ Whoah, whoah, whoa, Goob. What’s with the sudden attitude, I'm just making sure you’re okay.” Eddie’s warm hand reaches to caress your face, a pit begins to assemble within your gut at the mention of your childhood nickname, Goob. Not wanting the affection from him you dodge out of reach from him, jumping away, your back hits the dresser; the corner of it digs into your back.

That’s gonna bruise.

The corner had hit just above your right buttcheek, leaving an angry ache that makes a helpless yelp escape your lips. Your face scrunches up in pain, your bottom lip goes between your teeth in an attempt to silence anymore cries. Eddie lunges toward you, his big arms pull you into his chest holding you close, for a moment, just a moment you let yourself enjoy his embrace. Before you snap back to your senses, his hand goes down to the sore spot in his attempt to soothe you, “ Shit, Goob. c’mere are you okay?” Eddie cranes his neck to look at you,

“ Get off me!” You panic, hitting your fist against his chest, pulling away from him with all your strength. He holds you tighter, unsure of why you reacted to him that way. Eddie’s eyes are wide-full of hurt and panic, he keeps his grip on your waist with one hand and his other grabs your jaw, squishing your cheeks- pushing your lips out. You look up at him burning at his almost aggressive action, this is a different side of Eddie. He has never grabbed you like this in your entire 12 years friendship, he’s never looked at you like this either. What used to be big brown doe eyes, are dark, squinted and bloodshot, they are brimming with anger. He is hurt, he can feel you pulling away.

Unsure of what to do, you two had been staring each other in the face, his grip still on your jaw. Frozen in time, nothing like this has ever happened between the two of you. It’s always just been love and friendship, never white hot searing hurt and resentment.

The intensity of your current situation only heightens when you rip your face out of his grasp fighting against him, when you finally realize you’re not going anywhere. The action you would never be proud of, you find yourself spitting at your dearest friends face. The sudden realization hits you, you actually did that. without any warning Eddie spins you around so the front of your thighs are pressed flush against the dresser. The movement was so quick, but Eddie had somehow managed to grab both of your hands and pin them to your back; motion of being under arrest. Feeling his hand crawl up your back to the nape of your exposed neck, your dyed scarlet red hair swirled messily into a claw clip.

“you’re gonna wish you didn’t do that.” His voice had a low drag, like he gargled gravel. Something inside him had snapped, you spitting in his face had been the last straw. It had been weeks of shitty attitudes, snide remarks, and overall bitchiness. Eddie pushes his body against you, collapsing underneath him, chest and face pushed flat on top of the dresser.

Who the fuck does this guy think he is?

You growl at his attempt to dominate you, pushing your ass into him, attempting to get out from under him. You were successful in your attempts and are now spun around facing your fuming friend. You’re caught between his arms,holding you hostage against the dresser. The anger in Eddie’s face has dropped to more of a pleading and begging look.

“ What the fuck do you think you’re doing munson? get your hands off me.” your words disguised as venom. Eddie releases his grip off the dresser, he watches you stumble out of proximity rubbing your jaw there is a red mark forming from his tight hold on it, probably going to bruise. The two of you are now at least three feet away from each other, Eddie; although looking devastated is still so beautiful.

“ That is not how this friendship works, you don’t get to fucking alpha male dominate me because i didn’t want you to touch me. Just fucking stop, leave me alone!” Eddie steps toward you with tears in his eyes, you hold your arm out straight keeping him from getting closer.

“ Goob…” his voice breaking, cracking under the strain “Talk to me, y/n please.” Eddie sounds desperate, his restless hands shoved into his front pockets. Seeing him like this breaks your heart, but you can’t breathe just being his friend.

It’s easier this way, he needs to let you push him away, you thought he would just let go.

“ Eddie, I really need to go.” Breaking the eye contact with him, pushing past toward the door. Eddie doesn’t let you get away that easily, his warm hand grabs yours- yanking you toward him. You get caught on carpet, dragging you along. He’s making this so fucking painful.

“ stop being a fucking appendix!” you blurt ripping your hand from his grasp. His eyebrow raises in question to your statement. Your cheeks blush a deep red, you don’t really know what you meant by that. But you’re not gonna let him know that.

“ What does that even mean?!” Eddie looks as if you have driven him insane, his hands are tangled in his hair as he holds his head in confusion. You can’t help but giggle at his loss of sanity, tears still burning in your green eyes. Looking just as crazy as he does, you laugh and you don’t stop laughing. Eddie slumps against his dresser in annoyance.

“ I don’t know, useless?” Really you don’t mean that, he’s nowhere near useless. Your previous statement had no place in this argument. It was utter nonsense to be completely honest, “ Ed, you gotta let me go…” words coated in sadness, he looked at you almost as if he couldn’t believe what you had said.

“ What?- no. No… Goob, come on I don't want to let you go. It’s always been just you and I against the world…” Panic fills the room with every word he says, you look at him, really look at him. Taking in his messy brown curls that had pulled into a low bun earlier today, the tears that roll from his somber eyes. The damage was done, there isn’t any coming back from this one. You had set your intention and succeeded unfortunately, he watches you drag your tongue along your bottom lip wetting it before nodding your head sadly trying to hold in any tears that may spring free.

“ Yeah, Ed it’s time. We’ve spent twelve years attached at the hip. Let me go, please just let me go, I don't want to hurt anymore. Don’t make this hard.” the words don’t feel right coming from your mouth, the truth is starting to slip. You need to get out of here before things change forever, Eddie walks toward you with purpose grabbing both your hands pulling them to his chest, resting them on his heart. He’s no longer angry, instead that emotion had been replaced with sympathy.

“ hurt? What do you mean? Why am I hurting you?” his voice pleading for a truthful answer. You don’t think you can give him that, the answer he is looking for is capable of destroying your lives, your friendship. You have given up on pulling away from him, instead you let him hold your hands close to his heart.

“ I think it’s been this way for years, years, Eddie. I have loved you for years. And only six weeks ago i realized, i started to fucking care about how i loook in front of you, if my legs were shaved, how smelled just in case you held me that day. And then I realized, we are eighteen, we have been inseparable since we were six…” his eyes lock with yours, eyebrows furrowed,

“ It's okay that you don’t love me, but I can't be your friend anymore Eddie, not when I spent my whole childhood in love with you.” He released your hands so they fell down to your sides, your feet planted- you were completely stable.

Eddie brings his large hands to his face, you watch as he rubs his ring adorned fingers through his stubble. His eyes shut tight, the pacing starts. At first it was just a small path to the bed, and then it turned into him standing at his window looking outside his hand raised and rested on top of the window, his other hands drumming on his thigh. You have known Eddie long enough to expect the next phase, incoherent sentences.

“ You- love.” he looks at you bewildered, yep phase two of Eddie’s dramatics. “ Me? years- for years.” his index finger points toward you. His reaction and emotions are sort of unclear to you. Normally you can read him like a book, but at this moment he is a stranger to you. In the stories there would be a happy ending, he would confess his mutual love for you. Sadly, you’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but this isn’t a story- this is real and you just can’t imagine a world where he picks you.

His reaction to your earth shattering confession wasn’t what you had hoped for. In your perfect mind he would drop to his knees and tell you that you have been the only thing on his mind for years, that he has spent his whole childhood pining for you as well, but that’s not it. Eddie is so flustered he can’t even look at you, the few moments have been occupied by him repeating curses and staring out his window in his small cluttered bedroom that you know so well. Maybe in another life you thought, maybe he would love you in a different universe, world, or life.

The thing is: you have watched him love other women, so gentle, and protective. You have helped him pick out birthday and Christmas presents for these girls, most of them didn’t have much personality but he liked them, they never really talked to you… Everytime you would enter a room that they were in- you were met with glares and eye rolls from them. For years you had to watch Eddie kiss someone else, or have her affectionately sit on his lap at parties. His arms would slink around the girl, usually giving them a teasing little squeeze to their ribs. You always drink a lot at parties, disappear into the crowd so you don’t have to see him.

“ I’m gonna leave now Eddie.” voice hushed so maybe he doesn’t hear you, Your feet feel so heavy like your shoes are filled with concrete. The feeling does not stop you from running out from Eddie’s bedroom, through the hall and living room, finally to the front door. You hear Eddie making his way out of his room to catch you before you leave, to be honest you couldn’t handle his rejection at the moment, maybe ever. Your hand reaches out to the screen door open, it swings backwards hitting the patio railing. The last few hours it has rained, there is still quite a downpour happening, the road through the trailer park is wet and muddy, your shoes are about to get ruined as you run home.

Your trailer is only four down, so it’s a short run but the way you’re feeling in this moment- it’s a marathon. Your lungs burn the motion of running, legs tired and weak.

At the centre of the trailer park there is a little play structure that a lot of families pitched in to help build for the kiddos in the park. All you had to do was cut through there, and hopefully he doesn’t catch up to you. If you turned back to look at him you would see Eddie, shirtless in a pair of jeans and black converse standing in the middle of the road about 10 feet away from you. If you bothered to look back, you would see he was crying, almost looking like a little kid- like someone had kicked him on the playground, Eddie’s sadness had so much innocence in it, as if we were still kids.

“ Y/n!” Eddie’s broken voice calls for you, he starts to move toward you. “ don’t go, I'm not ready to let you go yet.” The words sound like selfish little kids, he is in close proximity to you, his long curls sticking to his face from the rain dampening it. Goosebumps scatter amongst his arms and chest, you can’t help but feel bad for him.

“ Do you know what it’s been like for me? Watching you care for other girls, seeing you brush and play with their hair in front of me, watching you swing on this swing set in the middle of the night. The same goddamn place we used to have mud fights, the same trailer park that we grew up together and you bring them here.” Anger bubbles in the fiery pits of your stomach, heat rises to your cheeks. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, and all he does is stare at you.

The rain starts coming down heavier, your fiery red hair has fallen from your clip, it now sits limp and wet just above your exposed shoulders. Your pale blue tank top is now see through, it clings to your chest bringing Ed’s attention to your now very visible braless bust.

He shamefully stares at you, soaked from head to toe, shaking like a dog on a cold rainy spring day. You watch as his hands migrate to his now growing crotch covering it for respectful purposes.

“ Are you kidding me?” your voice laced with ice, hands balled into little fists by your side, you stomp your foot into the puddle beneath you like a pissed off kid. If you could- you’d roll your eyes so far back in your head, you’d be able to see your brain. Eddie drops his head in embarrassment, you could almost feel his shame.

“I didn't know.” Eddie’s gaze softens, his words pierce your heart. “ you didn’t need to push me away, you could have told me.” his feet carry him closer to you.

No actually it’s not that easy, because if he would have rejected you, well it would have been all over. All the years of friendship would have been gone, so you never so much as flirted with him, or looked at him for longer than someone should.

“ Eddie. Do you actually think that it’s simple, to tell you that you’re all I think about, that I love you so much and every minute I spend with you gives me heartburn?”

The lump in your throat grows larger, fighting the urge to scream and cry. He has seen you cry maybe 8 times in your whole twelve years as best friends, it’s not that it's embarrassing for you- it’s why you’re crying.

“ I love you.” Eddie blurts out, his curls the frame, his face sticking to his cheeks and forehead, looking messy. “ Oh my god, I love you so much. I’ve loved you since we were seven years old and your mom made you wear that stupid pink dress to school. You tugged at it all day, you ended up stripping down to your underwear and set it on fucking fire when you got home. I actually found you beautiful for the first time when we were fourteen and it was the summer you spent most of your time lounging out on your sun chair, in that tiny little red bikini.” Eddie has managed to get closer to you, he’s now holding your hand, cradling it.

His confession silences any noise that could possibly disturb you, the rain hitting the wet mud is the overwhelming sound. You swear you could hear both your heartbeats. Your mouth hangs open, words dangling on the tip of your tongue- unsure of what to say.

“ Let me finish.” Eddie silences you, he pulls you close to him, your slick wet bodies colliding. The both of you freezing in the rain, too emotional to care.

“ I have watched you for the last twelve years Y/n and every year I tell myself you are not the better man, and I carried on loving you year after year, watching you grow and change into better versions of yourself each year. As I remained the same, I thought you would never love me. told myself that there is someone else that would love you a fraction of how much i love you, and hoped it would be enough.“ your foreheads are now touching, lips inches away from each other. You don’t think that anything could top the way you’re currently feeling, the angry pit that assembled in your gut earlier has been transformed into warm and fuzzy butterflies. Your heart has ceased it’s torture.

it’s just you and Eddie.

“ Kiss me.” you order, eddie doesn’t even think about it the two of you collide mouths. It’s the kind of kiss you feel in your toes, every part of you has yearned for this feeling. His soft lips caress yours- his are hungry but loving kisses. Yours, well you’re just being consumed by him.

This rain pitter pats on the tin roofs, you hear the droplets hitting the concrete steps, the world is quiet for a moment, the only thing that existed was the two of you.

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