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Apple Pie

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hi my angels!!! Apple pie part 2???!!! Now listen… there’s no smut PLEASE don’t be upset. I really wanna make this a series i have a lot of stuff planned out especially for the next chapter </3 i hope you guys like it.

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU WERE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH NSFW/DARK CONTENT OR ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG. MUAH.

Warnings: Panic attack, mentions of cleaning and bandaging wounds, accidental injury and mentions of blood. Leon is lowkey obsessed but hates it, so he shut it down.

Word count: 2,444

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Nine o’clock.

Does he show up early? Does he come a minute late?

Leon stares at himself in his mirror, sighing when he feels he doesn’t look.. acceptable.

Was he a creep?

Like, hey, you made me a really fantastic pie, and you watered my lawn while I was out of town, and now I watch you from my living room while you’re in your kitchen.

It’s weird. Yet he found so much comfort in you living this ordinary life, baking pies and watering plants and checking on your strawberry bush daily as if they’d grow overnight. You were simple, and oh, how he craved simple.

His arms tugged at the t-shirt he slipped on, just a plain blue one. But he couldn’t help but run his fingers over the forming scabs on his wrist and arms; with you a distraction he had forgotten he had come home from a mission. He groaned in frustration as he tugged the t-shirt off, slipping on a black long sleeve. It was going to have to do.

Shit, he had no flowers to give you? Nothing? He leaned himself back, peering out his bedroom window to see you in your kitchen still, swinging open the oven door and the smoke piling out, making your glasses fog up as you attempted to reach for the dish inside without sight. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself as he grabbed his keys; just a quick trip to the grocery store for some flowers for you.

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White roses? No red, pink? Tulips? No..

He stood clueless in front of the flower cart, looking at all the neatly wrapped bouquets before him as he rubbed the back of his neck in confusion.

“What’s she like?”

An older woman asks Leon, leaning heavily on her cart for support as she looks at him. Leon cleared his throat as he looked at the tiny woman, shrugging as he laughed defenselessly.

“That’s the thing, she’s my neighbor. I hardly know her.”

The older woman couldn’t help but smile cheerfully at Leon as she walked over to the cart, handing him the mix of yellow roses and white daisies. She nodded her head as she tapped his hands

“She will love those, trust me. I was young once being given roses by a handsome man.”

Leon watched the woman walk away, tapping the flowers against his arm before he walked to the register, the teenager giving him a dead-tired stare as he scanned the code for the flowers.

“Twenty-four seventy-nine.”

His monotone voice almost caused Leon to convulse as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the one hundred dollar bill and a fifty. He hands the money to the young man, who stares at him, confused

“An older woman is walking around here; you’ll notice her, you’re the only register open. Please pay for her groceries with that money.”

The teenager sighed as he slipped the bills under the register, looking back to Leon’s

“Receipt?”

And before Leon could even respond with his quick no thanks the kid cut him off, sighing as he started scanning the following customer's items

“Great. Have a good one.”

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Leon’s hands were so overly sweaty, and why? He cracked his neck as he parked in his driveway, his eyes shifting to his dashboard to see it was nine ten. Shit. He practically ran to your door, his fist colliding with the white door. He squeezed the flowers in his hands before the door opened, your apron around your waist as you smiled at him. You were a mess, but he couldn’t help but admire it.

As he walked into the house, the instant smell of food hit him. He saw your eyes shifting back and forth to the flowers as you untied the apron from your waist before he awkwardly handed you the flowers.

How did he know? You held the flowers in your hands as he followed you into the kitchen, where you had dirty dishes thrown around, but all the food was prepared and ready.

“It’s funny because I tried to grow daisies for almost three years and I gave up because I stopped having the time for them.

You laugh as you grab the slim glass container, leaning over your sink and turning it on for the water.

“Yeah?”

Leon asked as he leaned against the door frame, his eyes tracing your every feature as he looked you up and down as you were so distracted with the flowers.

You set the vase on your window seal, smiling at the gorgeous flowers.

“Well, thank you Leon, they're beautiful.”

Leon nodded his head as a you’re welcome as you pointed to the table

“Please sit, let me serve you.”

Leon stared at you, confused as you pulled the pretty white plates from your cabinet.

Serve him?

Leon walked towards your dining room, how cute you set up all the glasses and silverware.

He pulled his chair out to sit down, noticing the slight creak of the chair as he scooted himself closer to the table. His ears pick up the sound of you hissing, your feet tapping against the floor from burning yourself. His head leaned back in concern before you walked out of the kitchen, two plates in your hand. He never really noticed what you wore, the light denim jeans and the baby blue t-shirt, that gorgeous gold necklace around your neck that he would surely ask about later. He didn’t mean to stare, you leaned over the table and placed the plate in front of him before you walked to the other side of the table, sitting down. Your foot brushed against his leg- did you mean to do that?

“Do you cook like this every night?”

Leon was shocked at your cooking capability just by the apple pie alone, but the plate in front of him was set so perfectly with mashed potatoes, chicken and a mix of fresh vegetables, it’s probably from the garden you mentioned.

“I usually eat at work, actually. A lot of my vegetables were just harvested today, so you just got lucky.”

You always eat leftover noodles from work, always too focused on other things to prepare yourself dinner most of the time. You don’t know what came over you but you knew you had to cook Leon dinner. Maybe he looked too tired, or perhaps you just felt bad for him, you didn’t know.

The silence between you two was slightly awkward, your eyes occasionally glancing up at Leon who seemed to really be enjoying his food.

“What do you do for work?”

The question made Leon’s chest hurt as he swallowed the chicken in his mouth, wiping his mouth with the napkin. How does he answer? Yeah, I work for the D.S.O. against counter-terrorism. Did I mention I've fought literal zombies?

“I’m an agent for the local police department.”

Good save.

“Oh wow, really? Guess that explains your wrist?”

Leon frowned in confusion before he looked down, seeing that his injuries were just past his wrist.

“Right, I never feel them so thanks for pointing them out.”

Leon chuckled as he followed your actions, sipping his wine. He almost choked on the red liquid as you reached forward, grabbing his hand, your soft fingers tugging up his sleeve.

“It’s swollen around the area, see?”

His eyes follow your finger as you trace the red around the wounds, the cool air finally hitting them made them hurt worse than he thought it would. Leon just nodded his head as you stood, grabbing his plate and walking to the sink putting the dishes back.

“Don’t move!”

You call out from down the hallway. You opened the closet door, clicking your tongue before you hummed in satisfaction at the sight of your first aid kit. Your body turned the hall and walked into the dining room, smiling at Leon as you sat down the first aid kid, clicking it open.

Leon wasn’t a man who bandaged his wounds unless it was vital. A little road burn or a small burn wouldn’t kill him, just wash it with soap and it should be good. You stood beside him, your glasses resting against the very tip of your nose as you poured alcohol onto the small wipes. You gave him a friendly glance before you began wiping at the red skin, Leon clearing his throat in discomfort as you continued to wipe at his skin. You placed the wipe down onto the table and grabbed at the antibiotic ointment, squeezing some onto your pointer finger and rubbing it against the edges of his burn. You hummed a soft tune to yourself as you began wrapping his arm in the white bandage, smiling as you finished, pushing your glasses up your nose.

“All done.”

Leon’s fist clenched and unclenched as he looked at the bandage, he couldn’t help but let a slight smirk grow on his face as he looked at you.

“What, you’re a doctor now?”

Your eyes rolled as you shoved everything back into its container and shut it, your body turning to walk away.

Why did he suddenly feel so angry? His chest bubbling with an unnerving pain as he pressed his fist into the table, the noise of you rambling on about something filled his ears and it became muffled as he stared down at the table, he stood up, pushing his chair in before he stormed down your entryway and clear out the door.

You shut the closet door the same time Leon slammed the front door, the pictures on your wall shaking causing you to run down the long hallway, looking into the dining room to see Leon not in the dining chair. You took a few long strides to your kitchen, peering out to the window to see Leon walk into his house, his window shaking as he slammed his door too.

You stared at all the dishes in the kitchen, scattered everywhere. Your hands were shaking, why? Just clean up. Don’t cry, you don’t even know him? Why would you cry, You don’t even know Leon and he didn’t know you. You stared out your front window, stuck in your own mind as you scrubbed viciously at the dishes, a hiss leaving your lips as you looked down at your white sink, now painted with your blood.

“Fuck..”

You whispered as your shaking hand dropped the knife, running towards the bathroom.

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Leon’s door slamming made even him flinch. He couldn’t even pinpoint his anger, his fingers ripping off the bandage on his arm, throwing it into the small trash can in his bathroom as he turned his shower on, his breath heavy as he tugged his shirt over his head, dragging his pants down his legs. His face was flushed a deep red, he briefly caught a look at himself in the mirror. His arm glistened slightly from the medication you rubbed into his skin. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he still struggled to catch his breath, stepping himself into the shower, an instant sigh of relief poured from him as the hot water trickled down his skin.

His mind was racing, his head dipping into the water and wetting his hair. He stared at the water swirling down the drain, he was too scared to close his eyes. He was always afraid to close his eyes. Leon never sleeps and when he does he wakes up angry, and frustrated.

Leon slipped on the plaid pajama pants, his hand combing through his hair as he looked up in the mirror. His eyes scanned the scars on his chest and torso. His footsteps were slow as he walked toward his living room. He can sit on the couch forever, his eyes hooded as he watches the random news channel. No matter what was on the TV, he couldn’t help but look over at your window. His throat felt like it was closing as he watched you staring out your window, he almost jumped up when he watched you wince and run off out of his view. If he knocked on your door right now, you’d slam it in his face. And somehow out of all the things invading his mind, you were again the main focus.

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Waking up the following day was more challenging than usual, the deep gash in your hand wrapped tightly. It’s already nine, you were thankful you had the day off. You somehow pulled yourself out of bed, still in your pajamas. You never really were your own first priority. You opened your front door, hair still messy as you filled your watering pot to the brim. You set it down carefully by your bushes, dragging your hose towards Leon’s lawn. You were still half asleep so you were just stuck in your habits, your finger pressing into the hole of the hose as you watered his bushes, your other hand coming up to rub your eyes.

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Leon grumbled incoherently as he sat up, that sore pain in his spine making itself well aware as he did so. The noise of running water made his brows frown as he walked into the kitchen, turning his sink on. He kneeled down and rubbed his face with the cool water, a quick breath of sudden adrenaline leaving his lips as he held at his sink. His eyes squinting as he sees you, standing in your pajama shorts on his lawn, rubbing at your tired eyes. You did cut your hand, the bandage getting a bit wet as you moved your hose around his yard.

“Jesus Christ.”

Leon mumbled as he pushed himself off his counter and to the front door. You obviously didn’t hear him walking onto the porch, his arms crossing over his chest as he watched you.

“Good morning.”

Leon’s voice snapped you awake, the hose splashing up at you, misting your face. You pushed your finger back into the hole of the hose as you cleared your throat. Was he always this handsome? Leaning against the frame of his porch, his arms against his chest and his muscles being shined on perfectly by the sun.

Yet he could say the same about you, your hair tangled so slightly, the cute cat sweater lifted so slightly, your stomach showing.

“Hey, Leon. I’m sorry, I guess I’m into old habits.”

You laughed as you pressed your foot into the hose to cut the stream. Do you ask him about why he stormed out? The way he was looking at you made you want to just run back into your house, close all your blinds and just go back to sleep.

“Stop watering my lawn.”

Leon’s voice was stern, his hands dropping to his sides as he walked back into his house, your face yet again meeting the auburn door.

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hinasakuino · 8 months

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Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! You will be blocked<3. Nanami kento x reader, MODERN AU, porn w/ plot, nipple play, vaginal sex, fem reader, pet names (Nanami refers to reader as Angel) 4.6k Words.

Written in 3rd person because I wanted to try something different. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I have had fun writing it!

The interaction is so short she barely has time to process it. She does feel her face heat in embarrassment. She liked the compliment and the sound of his voice as he said her name. She covers her face and shakes her head, feeling giddy like a girl with a school crush. She’s inside her apartment now, music playing in the back while she finishes the final touch ups on the painting. She’s distracted, though; she wonders what he does when he’s in his apartment. Judging from his suit and briefcase, she assumes he works in some hot-shot corporate position. Suddenly, the music sounds too loud. She scrambles for her phone and turns the volume down just a little. She pauses, holds her breath, and listens. Of course, he doesn’t knock. She’s just hoping he comes over and knocks on her door, knowing damn well he probably went about the rest of the evening without a thought of her. She sighs and turns the music back up before tossing her phone to the side and swiveling in the stool to finish the last details on the canvas.

She knows her neighbor, well, she’s known she’s had a neighbor, but it’s not like they interacted daily. He was barely home. That much she knew. Staying in the city, she thought things would be different, and she’d have this fabulous life. Back home, she lived a routine life of working just to contribute to society. Funnily enough, she was well off from parents she never got to meet and raised by distant relatives who only provided for her because she was blood related. It sounds sad, even to her, as she thinks about her life, but they were the facts, and it’s not like she could change them. She shakes the thoughts away, returning to mixing white into the green so the pastel could match. She sighs, her mixing coming slowly. She dips the paintbrush into the paint, and right when she’s close to the canvas, she pauses, dropping her hand. She couldn’t help thinking that something spontaneous should have happened to her by now. Sure, there were things like graduating college, but working was voided with the newly acquired trust fund. She took art classes and even got to present her work in an art showcase. Okay, she thinks, that sounds like bragging. But, still, as satisfying as it was to have people admire her art, it just didn’t feel like her moment. Shouldn’t she have had some big love story unfold for her? She looks at the door, thinking of her neighbor. Surely, there was more to that one interaction on the elevator, right? She rolls her eyes. Now, she’s just being dramatic. She slams the palette down, dumping the brush in the water container beside her. She stands and grabs her phone and keys. She thinks that a walk would take her mind off her depressing life story.

Luck must also be on her side because she sees him on the phone in a heated discussion as she turns the corner to enter the elevator. He sees her as well. He could have easily let the doors close, but he doesn’t. He nods his head to her as she steps in. She returns the gesture, about to press the button for the parking garage, but she sees he’s already pushed it. She feels that bubbly feeling in her stomach. She’s going to the convenience store in the parking garage; he could easily get in his car, and she’d have another missed opportunity to speak to him. She chews on the corner of her lip, thinking of something to say, but nothing comes to mind. She realizes it’s now silent, and she looks up. He’s already staring at her. She wonders when he got off the phone and looks away quickly, but he smiles, making her pause.

“Y/n? Right?” he asks, and she nods, clearing her throat. Something stirred in her. The urge to say something poked at her.

“Going for an evening drive?” She asks in a surprisingly calm voice. He shakes his head no.

“Popping down for a drink, it’s the weekend, My first free weekend in,” he trails off to count, “a month. Huh?” he sounds impressed.

She looks at him with a frown, and he chuckles.

“Yeah, that’s the reaction I normally get,”

“It’s just crazy, sorry. You should probably get some rest,” She says. She can’t help the hint of concern edging into her tone.

“What about you? A walk to clear your mind?” He assesses her outfit, leggings and a hoodie, her go-to cozy outfit. She can feel heat warming in her face. When he first saw her this evening, she was struggling to get her new haul of art supplies in the elevator. She dropped a box and sent pencils flying everywhere. Without hesitation, Nanami had helped her gather them before exchanging formalities, and then they went their separate ways. It was such a simple interaction, and suddenly, he consumed her mind.

“I’m just going downstairs to get some snacks. I uh c-can’t seem to finish this last piece. I paint,” She says, flashing her hand, there’s specks of paint covering her hand from her attempt at finishing earlier.

He nods in silence, and then the elevator dings. Nanami steps to the side to let her step out first. She smiles graciously. She wishes there was more to say, but he scoops up a basket and waves, once again, going in the opposite direction.

*****

The rest of the night is uneventful. She goes back to her apartment. All thoughts regarding the painting were thrown out of the window. She grabbed her remote and decided to watch a show instead. It was Friday, so she had all weekend to finish.

Later, she gets ready for bed, but sleep doesn’t find her. An ache sets into her skull. She sighed and tossed over for the fourth time. Sleep was always like this for her. She remembers the first time she experienced restlessness.

It’s one of the reasons she pulls frequent all-nighters when she works on projects. But she was damn near finished, so why was sleep so hard to come by tonight? She sighed and turned to lie on her back. The bedding was cool, her ceiling fan blew cool air across her skin, and the control chains scraped lightly against the light, creating small white noises that usually lulled her into sleep.

Tonight, it was irritating. She grits her teeth and rolls over, now facing the window. When she was younger, she remembers being able to reach others’ dreams. It sounds bizarre even to herself, but she remembers so vividly going from one dream to another; She hasn’t tried that trick in so long. It started when she was in grade school. She always hated sleepovers because of the strange power. When she was a teen, she tried to do more research on it but only came across a couple of stories that always ended in tragedy. She stopped traveling to dreams when she graduated college and moved to the city. She assumed it was because no one ever slept. There was always a club or an after party to the after party. Nights like this make her wonder who her parents were and if they had this strange curse. Her heart suddenly aches, longing for comfort that will never come.

She goes to sit up but feels like she’s being restrained. She gasps, and her eyes snap open. She looks around the room, and it is dark, but she’s not alone. She feels the weight of muscles thrown across her abdomen and looks down for confirmation that someone is definitely holding her. The owner of the arm pulls her closer and nuzzles into the back of her neck.

“You’re up early,” He comments. She doesn’t say anything. Her hand tugs at the arm around her, alarm ringing through her.

“Angel?” He asks, pressing a wet kiss to her exposed neck. The feeling makes her shiver. She should be scared. Instead, she feels relaxed. He chuckles, humming a sweet tune, repeating the same action of kissing her neck. She hesitates before turning over and facing her lover. Though it’s dark, there’s no mistaking it. Nanami looks down at her with a lazy grin that warms her heart.

She’s silent as he watches her, with curiosity brimming in his eyes. She can feel herself smiling back at him, but she has so many questions. For starters, why, of all times, did the dream travel work? And why did it have to be his dream? It’s an intimate setting that she would have backed out of had she sensed it, but even now, wrapped in him she felt like she couldn’t do anything but accept his affections.

“You caught me,” She speaks. Her voice sounds different, she thinks to herself. Sultry and velvety, unlike the croaky mess it usually is in the morning. He smiles again, and her stomach feels like it’s doing flips from the way he looks at her. She leans into him, testing the waters, wondering if he’d remember this dream at all. He inhales sharply when their lips meet. She pulls back but is surprised when he grabs her chin, directing her lips back to him. He kisses her as if his life depends on it, like she will slip through his fingers at any moment. It makes her heart flip. She kisses back just as passionately, nipping at his lip. He gasps, and she wastes no time sliding her tongue against his; he moans in surprise, and his hand leaves her chin. He trails his fingers up her back, warmth blossoms in the caresses he makes, and she whines.

A part of her feels guilty; this is her neighbor, his dream, and she was being invasive in participating in it. But how could she back out when he touched her like that? She gasps when his hands knead the fat of her ass, bringing her closer to him.

“Fuck” He huffs out. He pulls back to look at her. She shivers again, and her leg hikes up on his hip, pulling him closer.

“How’d I get so lucky, Angel?” He whispers as he traces the outline of his features with his fingertip, and she can only sit and inhale slowly as it happens.

“I’m the lucky one,” She replies, kissing the tip of his pointer finger when he touches her lips.

He groans when she wraps her lips around the tip of his finger. Her mouth is hot and wet, making him close his eyes and steady his breathing.

“You’re trouble,” He mumbles, pulling her closer to kiss her again. This time, it’s soft. He’s taking his time exploring her mouth while his hand roams her body. He grabs her throat lightly, holding her in place as he ruins her. His hands were so large and warm, groping her breast, he settled on pinching and rolling her nipples. He loves how she responds to his touch, her body jerking in every way as he continues teasing her.

“Want you,” She whispers. She strokes her fingers through his hair, letting her nails rake his scalp. Now it’s his turn to pant and grunt, rutting into her. She chuckles at his reaction, repeating the motion of gripping and releasing his hair. He curses under his breath, hand going to her hip and grinds into her. She whines now. The teasing makes her pussy grow wet with slick. She can feel it making a mess on her cunt with every slide of his cock.

“You have me, angel. I’m yours,” he moans, and it’s such a magnificent sound. She bucks her lower half into him, unable to control herself now, gasping when she feels him hard and throbbing near her entrance. She tentatively reaches between them, her touch featherlight as she slowly jerks his dick in an upward motion.

“Fuck, angel,” He whispers, throwing the blanket that covered them to the side. Without the safety of the blanket, she realizes she’s stark naked. She looks up at him shyly through her lashes. Nanami cups her face. He kisses her slowly, barely able to do that with how she’s still jerking his cock.

“Do you like it?” She asks breathlessly when he breaks the kiss, and he nods, wrapping his arms around her middle. He rolls to lie on his back and has her on top. She stays close, her hair trickling in his face as she leans in to steal a kiss. His hands massage the globes of her ass, rolling them in circles while he grinds against her wet slit. She whines again when the head of his dick presses slowly into her.

“Please,” she whispers against his lips. It’s all the confirmation he needs before he lifts his hips. She’s so wet he practically slips in, and they both gasp when he’s bottomed out. He trails a hand up her curves, and she sighs. Sitting up, she swivels her hips in a circular motion, gasping when she feels his hands on her ass. He flips them over suddenly so that she’s resting against the pillows again. She gasps, and he chuckles huskily at her reaction. He slips out of her in the process and unconsciously begins rutting into the space between her thighs with an urgency that excites her.

“Wait,” he mumbles when she eagerly reaches for his cock. He pushes her hands out of the way and strokes his cock once before tapping the head of it against her clit. The motion sends a wave of pleasure rippling through her, and she has to bite her lip to hold back a moan. He does it again, this time rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit.

“Wanted to see the pretty faces you make while I fuck you,” he says before pushing into her velvet walls. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her exposed tits to his chest as if begging to be touched again. Nanami leans his head down to roll a nipple into his mouth. He pushes the flat of his tongue across the pert bud and then sucks it in and bites down hard. The shock of pain makes her yelp, followed quickly by a moan as his other hand squeezes her other nipple, quelling the pain. He thrust forward, hard and slow, and she felt like she would explode.

“It feels so good,” She pants when he pulls out. He smirks at her when her eyes flutter close, her mouth opens in a soft gasp, and she throws her head to the side. Namani takes advantage and leaves open mouthed kisses against her neck. She grabs hold of his bicep, mewling when he thrusts in again. She relishes the way he lifts her hips now to meet his thrust; it feels impossibly good she’s not sure what to focus on.

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me,” He mumbles, looking down at where they’re joined. He grabs her legs and lifts them on his shoulder. She moans aloud at the new angle, trying to meet his thrust the best she could.

“ ‘m close,” She pants out, and her hand trails down her body to rub circles on her clit. Watching her bring herself to pleasure, he slows down, loves how her pussy sucks him back in so easily. He can feel how she flutters around him and knows she’s close.

“Fuck look at you; you’re soaking me,” He groans, her fingers moving clumsily on her clit, “Poor thing, you want it so bad. Here, let me help you,” He pushes her hand out of the way and brings it to his mouth, licking messily at the liquid on her fingers. She curses at the action. The way his tongue flicks over her fingers is sinful, and the image alone is enough to make her come undone. Her breath hitches as he fucks into her slowly, he uses her fingers to rub precise circles on her clit, and she feels herself getting wetter.

“ ‘m gonna cum,” She can barely get her words out now; she’s writhing, hips bucking upward as he picks up his pace. He fucks into her with reckless abandon, his abs flexing, and she feels the jump of his cock and knows he’s closer. She pulls him down for a quick brush of her lips, and then he’s pounding into that sweet spot that makes her gush, and she knows she’s cumming

“Oh! Right there!” She shouts, holding him by the neck, holding him in place so that their foreheads touch. It’s so intimate, she thinks, the way that he whispers sweet nothings to her as the world shatters around her. She has to squeeze her eyes shut and focus on her breathing to calm herself down. He cums shortly afterward, pulling out of her; He jerks once and then twice, letting his cum splatter across her belly in hot spurts. He thrusts in again, letting her warmth engulf his sensitive cock. When he’s done, he removes her legs from his shoulders. He leans forward and kisses her slowly, and his cock twitches inside her.

“Let’s get some rest,” He huffs, slowly pulling out of her. He inhales sharply, and she whimpers at the loss, but she doesn’t protest; she just lets him continue running his nose against the crook of her neck and whispering how perfect she is. She wefts her fingers through his hair, holding him close until her eyes feel heavy and she feels like she’s drifting.

She rolls over in bed. Her vision is blurry as she tries to read the time from the bedside table. The sunlight is blinding, but it’s only a little past 9 in the morning. She half expects to be in bed with someone, but when she looks around her room, it’s the same cluttered space with clothes littering the floor. She sighs and rubs her eyes, trying to recall the dream. She turns over, away from the sunlight, and touches her lips. Had it all truly been a dream? Does that mean her method still works? She wasn’t tired, so it must have right? She thought to herself. She wants to ponder more about the dream, but there’s a knock at her door, and she groans, throwing the cover off her body as she stands. She stretched, popping her bones as she crossed the apartment. Her mind feels like it’s rebooting as she stumbles into the wall leading into her living room. She curses when she stubs her toe and hops the rest of the way. The knocking starts again, this time more rapidly.

“I’m coming, jeez,” She yells out, unlocking the door and snatching it open. Her eyes grow wide in shock at the blonde standing before her. He looks disheveled and is dressed in sweats and a white shirt. The dream comes rushing back to her. The way his lips felt against her skin, the way he caressed her body, and the way he made her see stars all come crashing into her. She licks her lips, but it doesn’t help; they still feel dry, and her throat feels drier.

“Sorry, the delivery guy got it wrong,” He says when she doesn’t speak, he stretches his arms out to her, a medium sized box in his hands, and she accepts the package, nearly dropping it.

“Thank you. Sorry, I just woke up,” She says apologetically. He doesn’t say anything. He simply nods and turns to enter his apartment.

She closes the door wordlessly and puts the box on the counter. She runs straight to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, uncaps it, and downs it. She stares at the door, mind running a mile a minute. Did he know? She stares at the door. Was it really his dream, or was she that touch-deprived that she dreamed her neighbor fucked her silly? She tiptoes to the door, peering through the peephole. She knows he won’t come out, but she can’t help looking through, making sure he didn’t come back.

She sucks in a deep breath before turning around to slide down the door. Okay, so she wasn’t figured out. Relief washed through her. She makes a mental note to sleep early tonight to avoid an accidental visit. Her eyes land on the painting, and she groans. She was so caught up in her head that she had forgotten about finishing the painting. With that on her mind, she stalks over to the bathroom to rush through her morning routine. She returns to the kitchen phone in hand, selecting today’s playlist. With the music flowing, she makes a quick breakfast of toast and a banana and then throws herself into work.

*****

Kento Nanami woke up this morning feeling well rested. That wasn’t a problem. He needed the sleep, lord knows when the last time he had actually gotten a decent night of sleep. He yawns and looks at his bed as he exits the bathroom. He was far from lazy, but he occasionally loved to sleep in past noon, especially if work was hell during the week. He scratches his shoulder absentmindedly, his mind going back to his dream last night. The way her nails dug into his biceps when he entered her. He rubbed his arm; it wasn’t real, but he swore he felt it. Kento sighs, dropping his arm. He looks down at his bottoms, his dick rising from the memory. He could just take care of his morning wood and forget about it all, but something in his mind bugged him. He seems to remember everything except for his dream lover’s face. He frowns. He knows it’s wrong to feel sad because it was just a dream, but he remembers staring into her eyes and kissing her so sweetly. It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. He thinks. He inspects his room, nothing out of place. He wants to shrug the whole thing off and forget it ever happened because, quite frankly, admitting that he had a wet dream at his big age was sort of embarrassing. He chalks it up to just that and leaves the bedroom to make breakfast.

* a week later *

She’s slept like shit all week. She yawns as she scrolls through her email. It’s the middle of the day. Of course, she’d get sleepy now, She thinks to herself, suppressing a yawn. With her project out of the way, y/n had a free week, which she would normally spend sleeping, but she couldn't sleep, so she posted her commissions link online, and already her email was filled with requests from all over. She favorites several emails from galleries asking for her to send some pieces for display. She wants to participate in another showcase soon but needs a new project to keep her mind off of Nanami. She yawns and shakes her head, trying to fight the sleep. She checks the time and groans. It's 4 in the afternoon. If she can stay up a couple of more hours, she’s sure she can finally go to bed and sleep through the night.

She hadn’t stopped thinking of Nanami. She saw him on her way to drop off the painting to her client, and he saw, even complimenting the work. Outside of that, she didn’t interact with him, nor has she traveled to his dreams. It’s not like she tried. Well, okay, she tried immediately the next day and failed. She failed to visit Nanami’s dream but successfully wandered into her downstairs neighbor’s dream. It wasn’t anything fancy, quite sad, really. The poor guy dreamt of hitting the lottery, but when it was time to present the ticket, he couldn’t find it. She chuckles and cuts herself off, yawning.

It proves futile to stay up; her head rocks forward, and then she jumps. It was now a quarter past four. She sighed in defeat. She shuts the laptop with a yawn; she lies on her couch, falling asleep quickly.

She dreams she’s walking in darkness, and then she stumbles and falls. She doesn’t hit the ground like she thought. Instead, she finds herself sitting in a dimly lit room. The sun is low but still bright enough to light up the area. She recognizes the black and gold decorations almost immediately. Her heartbeat quickens; She knows he’s here. She can feel his eyes on her.

“You’re awake,” Nanami speaks softly. She whirls around; he’s got a book in his lap. He tosses it to the side and ushers her forward when she meets his eyes. She goes to him wordlessly, seating herself on his lap. He grabs the back of her neck and pulls her closer. She wants to kiss him badly, but his grip on her keeps her in place. She whines at this, and he swats her ass in warning.

“Patience, Angel,” he murmurs. He studies her face, and for a minute, she feels like she’s not dreaming and he’s staring at her. Then he leans in, capturing her lips in the sweetest way, making her sigh into the kiss. He doesn’t take it further; he just stares at her curiously.

“What’s the matter?” she asks, worrying her lips between her teeth. He thumbs her bottom lip and rubs his thumb across it.

“Nothing, I just feel like I’ve seen you somewhere. Like Deja vu,” he says. She stills in his lap, and he pulls her close, rubbing soothing circles into her back so she can relax.

“I’m sure I’m just making you up anyway. I know I’m dreaming, but you, I know you’re real,” He says matter of factly. Her eyes widen in surprise.

“I”m n-not sure I know what you mean,” She says. She sits up far too quickly for someone who’s trying to be casual. Nanami doesn’t stop her as she slides away from him. He does watch as she walks to the window, her arms wrapping around herself.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

She sighs, “I feel like I should apologize,”

He frowns, “What for?”

“The other day, when we uh…yanno?” She doesn’t turn around, but she hears him move. He’s behind her instantly, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her to his chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize to you. I don’t know if it’s offensive just to do what we did and not follow up?” He says it like a question, and she giggles.

“What are you talking about? How could you call me up?” She questions. He shrugs.

“I don’t know, but I did it today. I must’ve fallen asleep at my desk or something. You’ve been on my mind all week. I was thinking of you as I was finishing up paperwork and must have, I don't know, dream rang you?” He says it jokingly, but it scares her.

She freezes in his arms. Her brain felt foggy most of the day, and she blamed that on not sleeping the night before, but now she wonders if he had anything to do with him.

“Sorry, that probably sounded weird,” He says apologetically.

“No, it’s okay, I just, I don’t know what to say,” She mumbles. He nods in agreement,

“Well, what do I call you? You got a name?” He asks. It could be so easy for her just to let her name slip and let him know who she really is, but she doesn’t do it. She opens her mouth before closing it, averting her eyes when he raises a brow at her.

“Angel? Should I just call you Angel?” He asks. And she’s quick to nod her head. Relief washed over her.

“What’s your name?” She blurts out. He chuckles and holds her close.

“You can call me Ken,” He whispers in her ear. Her legs buckle, and he catches her, laughing at her reaction. He begins swaying with her, humming under his breath. His hands slide to her lower back, resting just above her ass.

“So Angel, what will I do with you tonight?”

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strangerthings-01 · 5 months

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He never deserved you

This is a kind of a long fic but I've been gone so long I wanted to give a long and more detailed story lol. I can either do a part two or if anyone has any suggestions, my inbox is open!

Summary: For a couple of months, you had been dating Jason carver until you realized what a douche he was. You never realized ending things with him would help you fall for another. Someone you didn't expect.

Angst, cussing, mentions of smoking

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The 6 AM alarm that suddenly went off, blaring in your eyes jolted you out of your sleep reminding you that it was time to get ready for yet another day of school. You really needed to find a different alarm. Waking up terrified was not the best way to start your day but on the bright side, at least it woke you up. You groaned slightly and rubbed your eyes trying to get the sleep out of them before you turned on the lamp on your nightstand. You squinted at the bright light that filled the room as your eyes tried to adjust from the pitch black they were just in.

Removing the covers off your body, you stood up and grabbed the clothes that you placed on your desk chair the night before, thankful you didn’t have to dig through your drawers to find something. You yawned as you walked into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom and began to get ready.

The outfit was simple. Skinny jeans and a black sweater that fell off one side of your shoulder because of it being just a size bigger than what you’d normally wear. Or maybe it was just like that. Who knows? After placing your hair into a messy bun, you headed downstairs and was grateful when you saw your mom had already brewed some coffee and made you a cup. “Oh thank you. I’m so exhausted today.” Having enough time before you had to leave, you sat down in the kitchen chair across from your mom who was reading the daily paper.

She looked up and set the paper down, leaning her head on her hand. “You’re welcome. Did you not sleep?” You sipped on it and squinted your eyes in concentration. “No I did. I don’t know. Just one of those days I guess.” She nodded and cleared her throat, leaning back in her chair. “Feel that. Well hopefully that coffee will get you through the day. You’re almost done with junior year. Just a couple of more weeks to go. I want you to focus okay?”

You nodded and gave a quick smile. “I will I promise. Finals are the last week of school. I’ve been studying like crazy trying to prepare. I can’t wait for summer.” You rubbed the side of your head and sighed before standing up and washing the mug out then placing it in the sink. “I know the feeling. Just- please don’t let him distract you. Jason, I mean. Boys are not worth more than your future.”

You turned around and leaned on the counter and gave your mom a far off look. “I know that. And I know how you feel about Jason and before you saying anything-“ her mom had opened her mouth to say object. “I know. I’m going to end it soon with him. He’s being an ass lately and hasn’t been treating me right anyways.” She scrunched her eyes brows. “He isn’t hurting you is he? Cause I will-“

“No no! Of course not. I just- he just says things that make me feel unimportant and distant from everyone. I just don’t wanna deal with it. After him, I’m hoping to stay away from boys for a bit.” Your mom smiled. “Good. You deserve better and thank god you’re getting rid of him. I couldn’t stand him.” You laughed and pushed off the counter. “Oh I’m aware. Alright I gotta go. I don’t want to be late. I love you.” You grabbed your car keys from the bowl in the living room and your backpack from the coat hanger and headed out the door as she was saying it back.

You got into your car and started the engine, shivering at the slight cold that nipped at your body. It had been true though. Jason had been treating you like crap. Telling you to be quiet when you said something or dropping your hand when he was around Chrissy which really pissed you off. You knew it wasn’t Chrissy’s fault but it still got under your skin that he didn’t even try to be subtle that he had feelings for another girl. That was the main reason why you were ending it at school today.

You knew it wasn’t the best thing to do but being in a public space made you more comfortable than if you were alone. It was known he had anger issues and you truly didn’t want to risk it.

As you drove off down the rode to Hawkins high, a million thoughts hit your brain. How would you end it? Where would you do it? Empty classroom? No that’s stupid. Maybe the lunchroom? You didn’t want to embarrass him. That’s not who you were. By the lockers would be good. People were around but no one would be paying attention. Not really. More thoughts invaded your brain pulling you from the Jason subject.

You still needed to study for the history exam and you hadn’t even started the science study guide. There was so much going on and you had no idea how you were managing it all. You took a deep breath to calm down and reminded yourself to take it one day at a time. As soon as Jason was out of your life, it was one less thing to worry about and gave you more of an opportunity to focus on exams. It would be a good thing.

You pulled into the parking lot and parked in a random spot. There weren’t many cars that took up the lot seeing as most people walked from the town being so small. The only cars were a few students and the faculty.

You turned your engine off and grabbed your backpack as you made your way into school, nervous about how the day would go. Walking to your locker, you sighed of relief as you noticed Jason wasn’t there yet giving you time to mentally prepare. You opened your locker and put in what you didn’t need at the moment and then shut it. As soon as the latch connected, your friend Tara came up to you. “Hey do you have the notes for English? I’m way behind.” You chuckled and shook your head not even surprised. Tara wasn’t really one to pay attention so she was always asking for notes but she was your friend and she meant well so you typically didn’t mind. “Yeah I do. Hold on.” You opened the English folder that you had in your hand and pulled out a couple of papers with notes scattered all over. “Don’t lose these please.” Tara took them gently and smiled. “I won’t. I promise. Thank you . I owe you one, see you later.”

A couple minutes after she walked away, you felt hands wrap around your waist. “Hey babe.” Jason. You felt immediate annoyance and anxiousness. “Hey Jason.” You turned around and backed away from his embrace. He smiled and leaned down to kiss you but you turned your head so his lips made contact with your cheek instead. He furrowed his eyebrows and pulled his head away. “What was that?” You shoved your hands into your sweater and cleared your throat. “We need to talk…” He raised his eyebrows and chuckled. “Okay? About what? Should we go somewhere private?” You shook your head trying to prepare how you were going to say this. “This isn’t working out. I think we need to break up.” The words flew out before you lost the nerve to speak them. Your hand almost flew to your mouth as if you couldn’t believed you had said it but you forced them to stay in your pockets.

“Uhh I really hope you’re just fucking with me.” He laughed humorlessly. You cleared your throat and looked around to make sure no one was paying attention. They weren’t. “No I’m being serious. I’m tired of the way you treat me and it’s clear you like Chrissy so consider it an out. It’s over.” You looked up at him to try to grasp what he was feeling. He stood there, mouth slightly open and eyebrows scrunched as if she had just told him the most absurd thing. You thought for a second he might actually be hurt and feeling something but no he burst out laughing and pointed at you. “You’re breaking up with me? No babe I’m breaking up with you.” You rolled your eyes and took your hands out of your pockets to fix the strays of your hair. “Honestly if that’s what you want to tell people, it genuinely doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m away from you.” You began to walk away when he grabbed your wrist tightly and yanked you back so you were face to face. Did no one see that?

“Ow Jason let go.” He sneered at you keeping the grip on your wrist. “You think you’re cute but honey I could have anyone in this school I wanted. The amount of girls I have lined up…you mean nothing to me. All I wanted was the sex and you couldn’t even give me that you fucking tease. So good I’m glad we’re over. Good look finding anyone to be with you.”Your eyes prickled with tears but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying. “Let me go Jason. You’re hurting me.” He pinned you against the locker and gripped your face with his other hand. As soon as he did, he was thrown off by someone and you immediately backed away from Jason.

“I could have sworn she told you to let her go, carver. Laying your hands on women. Not a good thing to do around me.” You looked up at the tall figure and it was none other than Eddie Munson. The one everyone called the freak of Hawkins high. You had only talked to him a couple of times in class but he was a pretty nice guy. Just struggled a bit to keep up like Tara or so people whispered. Rumors over him being held back spread like wildfire.

You were shocked he was defending you considering he really didn’t know you. You instinctively got behind him and he gave you a side glance, not moving. “You can mind your own business freak. We were just having a little moment. No one was hurting anyone so back off.”

Eddie chuckled and shook his head, his curls moving around. “Not what I saw but consider it a warning. For her sake. But next time, I won’t be so nice.” Jason laughed and put his hands up shaking them. “Oh wow I’m so scared. Fuck off Munson. Next time I won’t be so nice. You and that little bitch better watch your backs.” He stormed off, leaving you two in the hallway and a couple of people were staring and murmuring about the commotion. Of course now they notice once Eddie is invovled.

Eddie turned around and looked down at you. Rubbing your wrist, you looked up at him and looked into his eyes. You never noticed how pretty his eyes were. Or just how pretty he was. You and Eddie talked occasinoally in class but you never really became clos mainly because jason forbade it. “Are you okay?” He asked which pulled you from whatever trance you were just in.

You blinked a couple of times and looked around the hallway before meeting his eyes again, the eyes that were still focused on you. “I’m okay. I figured he would have had a reaction like that. Why-why did you help me? We barely know each other." Maybe it was a rude question to ask but really, why would he have all people help you? “I know a lot more about you than you would think. Why are you asking? It can’t be hard to believe that I would help you. Especially from someone like Jason.” He looked a little hurt but the look on his face went away as fast as it had come.

His words struck you in a way you couldn’t comprehend. What did he mean he knew about you? I mean yeah you’ve partnered up to do projects but it never turned into a friendship. Conversations didn’t happen often between you two. What could he possibly know. “No no. I’m sorry. That was rude of me. Forget I asked. Thank you for defending me.” Being flustered around Eddie Munson was definitely not on your list of things to expect for the year. “No problem sweetheart. If he bothers you again, don’t be afraid to tell me. You know where to find me.” He winked and walked off giving you no chance to respond. Did he mean at the hellfire club? Or the lunchroom? Or the several classes you shared? You let out a sharp breath and blinked a couple of times trying to make sense of everything when the loud shrilling bell sounded. “Crap I’m late. Munson.” You muttered and ran off towards your first class of the day.

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After school, you were grabbing your things from your locker when tara came up next to you and shut the locker causing you to jump and let out a gasp. "what the hell tara? I'm glad my hand wasn't still there." She gave a slight eyeroll and then a pointed look. "I made sure you were done. You did not tell me that you were breaking up with Jason. I would have thrown a goddamn party. And what the hell was that with eddie munson today? I have literally never seen you have a full conversation with him outside of a classroom? What's the tea miss girl because you nelgected to fill me in at all and-" You cut her off mid rant and laughed slightly, one at the jab at jason and two at the enthusiasm of wanting to know everything all the time.

"I didn't tell you about Jason because I had literally been trying to work up courage all week to end it and I didn't want to lose the confidence to do it. As for Eddie, Jason was being kind of aggresive and he defended me..." Tara's mouth dropped as she leaned against the lockers. "The freak of hawkins high defened a popular kid? Whaaaa? He must like you." She giggled and rubbed her hands together. You rolled your eyes and started walking down the hallway towards the exit, tara hot on your heels. "First, I am hardly popular. More by assoication and that's gone for sure. Second, don't call him that. He's actually really....sweet and he definitely doesn't like me." You pushed open one side of the double doors and walked out into the parking lot heading to your car. "Sweet? I'm sorry. Where exactly did your sense go? This is the guy who stands on top of tables and yells at people who look at him the wrong way."

You turned to face her as soon as you reached the drivers side of your car. "No he yells at Jason. Big difference. I just think he's misunderstood, that's all. So what? He defened me from my jerk ex boyfriend. I doubt we'll ever talk again. He was just being a decent person." Tara scoffed and crossed her arms. "So he didn't say anything else after he defended you? It just happened and what? He walked away?"

You weren't sure if you should tell her the other part just because you knew how it sounded and Tara would totally take it a whole different way but you did want another opinion. "I thanked him and he told me that I knew where to find him if Jason ever messed with me..." You avoided eye contact after the words came out and she squealed, grabbing your arm. And there it is and here we go. "He is so into you. Look he may not be someone I would date and he may be weird as fuck but he's hot as shit. I would support you. Much better than carver." She made a throw up motion. "Tara, I extremely doubt he is into me. We barely talk outside of class like you said. Where would he have had time to gain a crush on me?" Tara shrugged and went to say something when her attention got diverted to something across the parking lot. "Can we talk later? Josh is here. Love you bye." Before you even had the chance to respond, she was halfway across the parking lot to catch up with her boyfriend. Typical Tara.

As you were unlocking your car, you felt eyes on you and looked around to see if it is maybe just paranoia from the events this morning when you caught Eddie leaning against his own car smoking a ciggirate, glancing at you. You made eye contact with him for a couple of seconds before he slightly smirked, put out his cig on the ground using his boot to snuff it and drive off in his car. Flustered, you got in your own car and drove home trying to process the days events.

Why had he smirked at you? Was he judging or had Tara been right about him having feelings for you? But it didn't make sense because in order to like someone, you would have to know them. You knew nothing about eddie munson and he definitely knew nothing about you, or did he? You let out a heavy sigh and forced yourself to focus on the road.

As soon as you got home, you went straight to your room and started studying. You had already gotten rid of one boy, you certainly didn't need to think about another, especially from one interaction. What is wrong with you? Pulling out all of your notebooks, you were determined to distract your mind when you notcied your english notes weren't returned. Tara. You shook your head and gave a soft chuckle as you opened your history notes and started to go through them. History was your favorite subject so it wasn't difficult for you to remember lessons from it. You went through pretty fast and studied half of your science notes as well before you crashed from exhasution. Thoughts of school, eddie, and jason fled from your brain as sleep took over your body.

Thankfully your alarm was set to wake you up at the same time everyday on weekdays because you slept the rest of the day and through the night until it was time for school again. When you were fully awake, you turned off the alarm and noticed the lights had been turned off and a blanket was pulled over you seeing as you were on top of your comforter. Your mom must have come in late last night to check on you.

Your morning routine stayed the same and soon enough, you were back at school and in your first class. Anxiousness filled your body as you realized you would more than likely have to see Jason today. After his outburtst yesterday, you weren't sure if he would leave you alone or not. You could take Eddie up on his offer but the truth was you didn't need protection or help. You could handle yourself and if anything, it would be tara beating his ass.

Your name being called from the roster pulled you from your thoughts and you muttered a 'here'. First class was homeroom so it was more like a free period. Most teachers let you do whatever you wanted in homeroom as long as you didn't get too loud. But today the teacher wanted you to get in pairs to discuss finals and assignments so you were on the right track.

You suddenly remembered eddie was in this class and subtly turned your head to see if he was there and sure enough he was in the same seat. Before yesterday you typically wouldn't have cared where he was considering he was just like any other student but after what he did for you, it was like you wanted to know more about him. His eyes met yours and raised his eyebrows up. "Wanna be partners?" You flushed and stammered a bit before clearing your throat. "Uh yeah sure." You hadn't expected that, not this early and soon. But you would humor it. What's the worst that could happen? Just as you were about to move, he got up and sat in the chair next to you. He had nothing with him but a notebook and a pencil. You were slightly confsued as to where he kept all of his work but that wasn't really important right now.

Before talk about finals and school, you had something else you wanted to discuss with him. "I wanted to thank you again for yesterday. I don't know if you were the only one to notice but you were the only person who did something." He breathed out heavily but not out of annoyance or stress, it was more like he was thinking about what you said and the events that took place just yesterday morning. "It was really no problem. Just did what I knew was right."

For some reason, that comment upset you in a way. Almost as if what had happened wasn't important or just simply not enough to talk about. But maybe he just didn't know what to say so you changed the subject. "I did have a question though. What did you mean when you said you knew more about me than I thought you did?"m The question had been presenting itself in your brain since yesterday. He half smiled and cleared his throat, tapping his pencil on the desk. ""It means that I watch you or observe, yeah that's less creepy." The admittance shocked you. What was so interesting about you? "Word flies fast in this god forskaen school. Just so happens people talk good about you and we've talked a handful of times. Let's just say Carver never desevred you." You felt unsure on how to take that comment in considering it had been said with such respect and genuineness but also not something you expected from the "bad boy".

"Thank you. That means a lot." You decided to go with the simple but grateful response and tried to move on beofore the awkwardness set in. "Um, so did you want to compare notes ? I'm so stressed for the finals." He gave you a look you couldn't comprhend that laid between awe and humor. "You really are a good girl aren't you?" You blinked a couple of times trying to understand whre he was going with that question. "I'm not sure what you mean. I just want to pass. Don't you?" He sighed and leaned his head onto his hand. "Well of course but I'm too far behind. The finals would let me pass though if I got just a good enough grade but I doubt it." So the rumors were true. He really didn't do school work that often but why? There was another question that had always kept you curious. "Did you get held back?" The words left your lips before you could fully process it. Your hand instinctively went over your abrasive mouth. "I'm so sorry. I have no idea why I just said that." He chuckled and shrugged, leaning forward. "it's not a secret sweetheart. Yes I did. No reason to hide it. Is that a problem?"

You shook your head, mouth parting slightly before speaking. "No no! Of course not. It's honestly none of my business. Look, I have notes for every class to help me study for the finals. Did you maybe want me to help you study for the next couple of weeks so you have a chance to pass?" He stared at you, a puzzled look crossing his face. "you would do that? Won't your reputation be ruined?" The comment felt like a slap to the face and went a whole different direction from the conversation that was just had, the dissappointment flooding your body. "I don't have a reputation and even if I did, that went over a cliff the moment I ended it with my mentally abusive boyfriend, okay? If you don't want my help, you can just say that." The bell rung at that moment which was perfect timing to make an exit. You gathered your things and got up quickly, trying to leave the classroom before anything else could be said. Maybe Eddie Munson was just like people said after all. What had you said or done to provoke a response like that?

As you reached the doorway, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist causing you to look back. "wait. I'm sorry. That was me being a dick. I-" You pulled your wrist away. "You think?" He pulled you off to the side and looked down at you. "It came off the wrong way. I didn't mean it like that. I just mean that you're a nice girl and people like you and well people don't like me" You sighed and looked at the ground for a couple of seconds before looking him in the eye. "I can make my own decisions and hang out with or help whoever I want. If people had a problem with that, not my issue." He pursed his lips and a look between embarrasment and awkwardness covered his features. "You're right. I shouldn't have said it and I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, I would like your help."

He seemed like he was being sincere and giving him a second chance was something a lot of people neglected to do. Being treated the way he is would cause you to build a wall and that was something you could understand. "Okay fine. But say anything like that again, you can forget it." He gave a wry smile and nodded once. "Duly noted. So where should we meet? Your place?" You shook your head quickly. "No. My mom will question the hell out of you and I would rather not have to endure an iterrogation myself. Either a public place or your place?" You questioned, curiousity peeking at the edges indicating you were wanting to know where he lived.

“I live in a trailer park so not sure if you would want to be somewhere like that.” Confusion took over your features as you took in his words. Was he embarrassed about where he lived? “I’m not one to care or judge where people live? I don’t mind coming to yours.” He blinked and pulled his head back, surprised that you had no hesitation about it. “Oh okay. Well I guess you can come around, say 5?” You nodded and smiled with your lips. “Sounds good. I gotta get to class. Bye Eddie.” You left the room before he could respond and walked quickly to your next class trying to understand how everything was changing around you in just a day.

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The rest of the day went by pretty fast and the classrooms you shared with Eddie were spent talking about a bunch of random things. He was really easy to have a conversation with and it kept your attention. Plus he also happened to be funny and quick with his responses. It was a completely different story than the one people had been telling and it was refreshing to have someone listen to you, really listen to you.

After class, Eddie walked you to your car and stood with you for a couple of minutes just talking. Tara came up, eyes slightly widened as if she was trying to comprehend something. Eddie shifted uncomfortably and gave her a tight lipped smile. “I guess I’ll see you later?” You cursed yourself knowing she was going to question everything as soon as he walked away. “Yeah see you later.” No point in trying to hide it.

As soon as he left ear shot, Tara hit your arm. “Not gonna talk again huh? And see you later? What in the hell does that mean?” You deadpanned and crossed your arms. “You never gave my notes back.” She squinted her eyes in annoyance and grab the notes out of her backpack and handed them to you. “Don’t change the subject. Tell me everything.”

So you did. Every detail was shared including the study partner part and the entire time, Tara was squealing and dropping her jaw at the most mundane information. That’s who she was though. Excited about life and you couldn’t help but love her for it. “Okay that’s a lot to take in. I’m not against it though.” You adjusted your backpack on your shoulder and shifted to your other foot. “I’m so glad I have your approval.” She scoffed and waved her hand in the air, a dismissal. “You know what I mean. I’m glad you’re getting back out there though. Just didn’t expect it to be so soon.”

“Wow. Okay yeah no. Definitely not getting back out there. I’m just helping him study. I am not ready for another relationship.” You admitted. "I am literally just trying to help him get through the rest of the year." She groaned very dramatically and pretended to look intersted in her nails. "Yeah okay. We will just pretend that he doesn't have a massive crush on you and that I don't see you making eyes at him." You made strangly hands at her and made a sound through gritted teeth which got you a concerned look from people around you that were also lingering in the parking lot. "He doesn't have a crush on me and I don't make eyes at him. Yes he's attractive but I just got out of a very toxic relationship and I need to focus on school. Hence why I am helping him focus on school. If something happens to come from it, then it happens. Until then, he is my study partner and...a friend." The conversation didn't last much longer as both of you had to get home. It was getting close to 4 and you needed to be over eddie's place at 5.

Once you got home, you changed into some shorts and a V neck and the time flew by and soon enough you were back in your car headining over to the trailer park. You knew where it was considering Hawkins was a small town and you just so happened to pass it every once in a while. It took about 10 minutes to get there and soon enough, you parked and got out of the car looking around. Nervousness hit you as you saw a couple people outside staring at you, some giving you dirty looks. People like you who had it better than most weren't really welcome around this part of town.

You didn't blame them knowing how people treated the lower class but it still didn't settle the anxiousness creeping up. One guy jumped up and walked over to you, footsteps heavy and a beer bottle in his hand. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing around here? Looking for some trouble?" Your eyes widened and you took a small step back. "N-No of course not. My friend Eddie-" His sharp laugh cut you off. "Eddie Munson? Nah you better go on before trouble finds you." He closed in on you again when you saw Eddie running up and grabbing the mans shoulder. "Dan, it's okay. I invited her here. You okay?" He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, walking you away from the scene. "Sorry about him. He-he means well. Most people who come here to see me usually start shit."

Although you were still a little shaken up, you nodded and let him lead you into his trailer. "it's okay. I understand. He has a right to be catious." You looked around his place and it was actually really nice in here. Of course it was small but it was cozy and cleaned up well. You noticed the broom and dustpan out and the tied up trash bag and realized he must have been cleaning before you got here. How sweet.

He noticed you looking around and shifted on his feet uncomfortably not knowing what you were thinking. "Well thank you for understanding. It's not...the easiest living around these parts but it does its best. Sorry about the clutter and the smallness of it." He chuckled awkwardly while he fidgeted with one of his rings. "Don't apologize. I like it in here." You shrugged off your backpack and sat down on the couch and took in everything around you. He only had a couple of picutre frames up with him and what looked like his dad or maybe uncle? There were a couple of coasters scattered around and a couple of random objects. A dice, an empty glass, and a notebook. You felt the cushions shift and you looked over to see that he had sat next to you. "Thanks." He smiled softly. You nodded and pulled your backpack into your lap, digging some contents out. "Of course. Um I was thinking we could start with math since it's the hardest." He agreed and the studying started. It was rough at first because he was a lot further behind than you thought but he started to get the hang of it after about an hour of explaining different things. Between snack breaks and time outs, it was going pretty smoothly and he caught on really fast. You had him do a couple of test questions and when he got all but one right, you smiled and high fived him. "I bet that if we do it like this for the other subjects, you'll get a passing grade!"

Eddie's face lit up and he let out a gasp of air that sounded like relief. "I literally cannot thank you enough. I know we still have a ton to do and I know it's taking time away from you but I don't know if i even would have tried if you didn't offer." You gathered all of your things back into your backpack and zipped it up giving a soft smile. "It's really no problem. You helped me so I am returning the favour. I do have to get home though but I'm pretty much free all the time after school so we can do this whenever." He stood up with you and walked you to your car which you appreiacted greatly. "Be safe getting home." He opened your drivers door and shut it after you got in and said, "I will. Thank you." You drove home and thought about how tonight was the first night in a long time that you felt fully free and happy. The smiled that took over your face remained the rest of the car ride home.

🖤🖤

For the next couple of weeks, you helped Eddie study almost everyday after school until you were positive he was confident in all of the subjects. There were bumps in the road and frustrations in the air but you were patient with him and he was respectful towards you. After the first week and a half of doing this, you started feeling nervous around him which wasn’t something you were used to. He was just so nice and funny and definitely wasn’t bad to look at. You were a little scared of catching feelings considering everything that happened with Jason and also because it hadn’t been that long since the relationship was over. You had talked to Tara about it and for the first time, she actually gave advice that made sense.

She had said “how you feel about someone isn’t something you can control. There’s no time limits or expectations on how soon you can fall for someone. It just happens. I wouldn’t stress about it. You guys are becoming really good friends and if something happens, then it happens. Don’t force it but don’t push it away.”

It helped you think a lot on the situation and she was right. How you were starting to feel about Eddie wasn’t something you could control. Spending time with him and having real conversations had been what set the feelings off in the first place. You were skeptical about if he had feelings for you or not. The way he looked at you and the way he brushed you hair behind your ears. The way he defended you against Jason anytime he tried to make a comment.

It was Sunday and finals started tomorrow. You wanted to help Eddie go over everything one more time to make sure he was prepared. And maybe because you just wanted to see him. You had shown up at his trailed, unannounced. You hoped he wouldn’t be busy or upset but when you knocked and the door opened, he stood there with that beautiful smile on his face. “What are you doing here?” He stepped aside as you walked through the door. “I was wondering if you wanted to go over everything really quick one more time. Sorry I showed up with no warning. I guess I could have called your landline.” He shut the door and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh no it's okay. You're welcome here anytime. You know that. And I would actually really appreciate going over it one more time. My nerves are running high for tomorrow but I think I’ll pass.” You smiled and shrugged your jacket off, laying it across the back of his couch. “I know you will. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for, Eddie Munson.”

He walked over and hovered over you, causing your stomach to flip. “Well you’re more thoughtful than you give yourself credit for. And also smarter.” He chuckled. You grinned and shoved his shoulder. “Oh hush.” Your cheeks turned slightly red and you watched as the smirk grew on his face. He sat down on the couch and his eyes followed you as you took a seat next to him. "I stayed up late the past few nights to make these flashcards so I'm really hoping they work." You chuckled and bit your lip. He smiled and cleared his throat, staring right at you. You tried to focus on the flashcards and the words written on them so you didn't stutter over your words.

You began using the flashcards and you had to admit, they were helping you too. It was actually really fun to go through them and it was def because you were doing it with eddie. It went back and fourth with one person asking the question and the other answering. For some unknown reason, both of you were cracking up at this ridiculousness of it all. You were answering most of them right and when you finally got one wrong, Eddie stood up and pointed. "Ha! You did not get that right!" You gasped and stood up alongside him and grabbed the card from his hand. "What? No way." You looked at the answer and pursed your lips. "I did in fact get that one wrong." He laughed and you flung the card at him. He scoffed and picked it up. "Sore loser."

"mmmm. Pretty sure I got more right than-" Your sentence got cut off as your scream replaced it when eddie suddenly picked you up and flung you over his shoulder. "what was that?" You hit his back and laughed. "Put me down right now!" He walked over to the couch and gently tossed your onto the cushions. You giggled and breathed out, the air blowing some of your hair away from your face. He stood above you, looking down. His smile faded slowly, the look on his face indicating he was deep in thought. "You okay?" You sat up pulling your knees to your chest to give him room to sit which he did. "yeah. I just uh- he never deserved you, you know?" Your lips parted and you shifted on the couch to where you were sitting directly next to him. "Who?" You knew who he was talking about but you wanted to hear him say it. "Jason. He never deserved anything about you and he's an idiot for not seeing the amazing girl that you are."

"That means a lot. Thank you but where is all this coming from?" He looked down at his rings and played with them for a second then let out a small laugh. He looked back up at you and shook his head. "Fuck it." He grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you. You were taken aback for a second but then reality set in and you kissed him back, making a sound of content. He carressed your cheeks with his thumbs and your hands went into his curls. After about a minute, you both pulled back to get some air. "Wow. That was not what I was expecting." Your fingers grazed over your lips still feeling his own against yours. "If you couldn't tell from that, I really like you. Not just because of all the help you've given me but just getting to know you has been incredible."

You raised your eyebrows. "And here I thought you knew so much about me from observations." He rolled his eyes and grinned. "You know what i mean, you little shit." You giggled and leaned into him causing him to lean back into the couch, your head on his chest. "I just mean the real you. Not the one from the narratives from other people. But I've always had a small crush on you so..." You looked up at him and your mouth dropped. "Oh my god. Tara was right. You were into me."

He had his arm draped over your shoulder, fingers barely touching your skin, a tingly feeling going down your arm. "Yeah yeah. Tara is also an observationist." A small smile was on his face. "Well I was stupid for not truly noticing you." He scrunched his eyebrows and licked his lips. "Nah. Jason had you wrapped around his finger. He was a controlling dick." You pulled your face up and kissed him softly. "None of that was real. That's clear to me now. I don't even think I had real feelings for him. I just thought I did because everyone wanted him and he went after me. You, however, I do have real feelings for."

"Well good because he's gonna be so livid." He laughed which caused you to laugh. "Oh fucking well. According to you, he lost a great girl." He played with your hair and made a sound of agreement. "A very great girl."

The rest of the night was spent just talking and laughing until it got dark and you had to head home for dinner. He had just walked you out to your car and you were standing next to the open drivers door. "I had a great time tonight. We got a lot done and killed two birds with one stone." He grinned and grabbed your wrist, this time you didn't pull away, and pulled you close to him before kissing you, even better than the first one. "Goodnight, sweetheart." You bit your lip and slid into the drivers seat. "Goodnight, Eddie." He shut your door and you drove off, seretonin filling your brain. You had fallen for a boy, the 'freak' of hawkins high. Your mom would flip but it was all worth it and you don't regret one single thing.

ahhhhhh. I had so much trouble writing an ending for this story lol. I have so many other ideas for a part two if that's something anyone would want! I am so sorry I have been gone for so long, I am trying to get back into writing and this is a start!

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #hawkins high #hellfire club

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yanderemommabean · 2 years

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I NEED more Helana and Cain- I love the way they worry over their darling 💕❤️ in a creepy way but still.

“Good morning babe” Cain says groggily, kissing the top of your head and Helenas as she curls around you from behind, nuzzled into your back. “Think you can be a little nicer today? Biting people is kinky and all but you did some actual damage”

“They’re still scared,” Helena yawns, sitting up to help move hair out of her face and yours. “It was the first time they had two partners. But honestly, I think we had more fun than anything”.

You scowl as they talk about the attack last night as if it was some fun, kinky couple idea. You were made to be their plaything, made to climax against your will again and again. You were fed up in the beginning, able to rip a chunk out of both of them, but Helena just moaned and went harder with the strap on while Cain groaned and reveled in the attitude.

When Cain got to have his fun, he showed you just how bad his own pain kink was. You were littered in bites, hickeys, red marks and more. They knew just how to push your limits in both pain and pleasure, taking you apart with maddening ease.

Cain took you out of your little memory session with a kiss to your lips, a tired smirk on his face. “Didn’t hear a damn thing I said, did ya?”

“...What?” you asked with an annoyed tone, feeling helena kiss up your naked shoulder as she curled around you again. “We were just talking about the rules again baby. No yelling, no fighting, no denying food and allowing us to wash you until you earn privacy again. We can’t trust you wont hurt yourself”

“If you know i'm so miserable, enough to hurt myself, then you could..I don’t know...LET ME GO?!”

“Saw that one coming-” Cain sighs “ But no. We did all that hard work to get the police to think you’re dead and to put evidence in place for an unsolvable case, We can’t just let you go.”

“That, and you wouldn’t be safe out there. We both love you, we know how to care for you and get you what you really need” Helena chimed in, securing your collar once again as you’re caught off guard.

Damn. A good distraction, you’ll give them that. Now you’re once again stuck to just this room while they go about their daily lives, hiding you away so they can torment you at night. If you can call aggressively caring for someone torment, you suppose.

“I’ll make breakfast today, get you some more protein, helena you wanna get their clothes ready? I can too if you got papers to work on first”

Papers? Wait, was she still doing her law school work while holding you up like this?!

You ignore the rest of their conversation, trying to soak in the fact they could live such normal lives while being absolutely psychotic. You were not only here against your will, you were here with people who are more than capable of hiding you and your fate from people.

(I hope you liked this! Sorry if it’s a bit rushed! -Mommabean)

#cain my oc #helena my oc #mommabean #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #poly yandere #my ocs

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toms-cherry-trees · 2 years

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What Could Have Been || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Love is not enough. Not even for soulmates.

Word Count: 4270

Warnings: Angst, no proof reading

Author’s note: Nothing to see here, move foward to the reading. Enjoy!

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Ever since you were ten years old, everyone around you commented on the same thing.

You would marry the boy next door. Tommy Shelby.

He had been your playmate since the most tender infancy, being born one day after the other, you being the oldest of the pair, which you would use against him every time you had the chance.

He had treated you like another mate, despite being the only girl of the Watery Lane’s rascals gang. He taught you to climb trees, shoot rats with a slingshot and whistle different tunes to attract birds. You taught him how to feed said birds from his hand and to steal sweets and fruits from the market’s stands while you distracted the owners.

Everyone down Watery Lane noticed the special connection you two seemed to share. While some neighbours advised your mother that boys and girls should not mix up, for fear of spoiling your upbringing and reputation, others smirked for themselves and augured a future where you two shared a house down the road and half a dozen children swarming around you.

You were 13 when Thomas taught you to ride your first horse, your knees trembling as you tried to hold onto the shiny chestnut colt he had borrowed from a Lee boy during the fair. Sensing your uneasiness, and fearing you might fall and injure yourself, Tommy hopped onto the animal’s back behind you, circling your frame with his arms as he held the reins and led the beast into a peaceful trot down the bank of the river. When you let the horse rest, you two sat together under the leafy branches of an oak, in a tattered blanket you had brought from home, and snacked on blackberries from some nearby bushes and clear water from the spring. He gave you a makeshift bouquet of wild poppies and daisies; you had never felt your heart leap so strongly in your chest.

He was your Tommy and you were his Poppet.

Often you two would sneak out in the middle of the night and let your hearts run free. From climbing onto rooftops to bathing in the cut, or sneaking to his Uncle Charlie’s yard to help Curly deliver a foal, the night was yours to own and do as you pleased, away from judging comments and criticising eyes. Even if it lasted for just a few short hours,they were just for the two of you, the King and Queen of town.

The years passed, the two of you grew, so did everyone around you. As everyone expected, you became his sweetheart, and he became the envy of the block, having the sweetest piece of woman Small Heath could offer on his arm. The days flew by, the months became years, and people began to murmur. Why weren’t you two getting married? Why hadn’t Tommy proposed? The nagging gave way to the gossip. Maybe one of them lacked commitment? Maybe Tommy had found a fault with the lady? Or maybe she had found flaw in perfection?

Truth be told, none of you were in a rush. Tommy wanted to build a career and business before focusing on a family, and you had no desire to dedicate your young years to become a housewife. None of you had much money to spare anyway, and you wished for something a bit better than borrowed clothes and an appointment in the registry office. You may not be engaged yet but you had dreams. You wanted a nice party and a pretty dress, and he wanted a celebration that would be remembered for years. And in order to achieve the stars, you had to be patient.

But life had other plans.

You knew about the unrest in the continent. You heard the news of the assasination of the archduke and his wife. But you and everyone around you carried on as usual, too preoccupied with daily life to worry about those living thousands of miles away. Sure, a member of a royal family had been murdered, so what? How could it affect you, in a small town on an island not even remotely close to them?

You had held onto those hopeful thoughts all the way down to that day. You were in your parents' kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner when a young boy ran down Watery Lane, tightly clutching a piece of paper, and hollering at the top of his lungs that the Kingdom had declared war on Germany. People rushed towards their homes in such a haste you would have believed they had the troops on their tails. You tried to keep up with dinner, but your hands trembled so violently you sliced off the top of your index.

You didn’t see any of the Shelby brothers for three days.

And when Tommy showed up, he knocked on your door like he would do any other day, leaning into the doorframe, with his hand stuffed in his pocket like he had been away for just half a day. You would have smacked him with his cap if you hadn’t been so happy to see him. Truth be told, you had already experienced nightmares of the war generals sneaking into town in the middle of the night and dragging him out of his bed and straight into Germany.

You two sat in the small kitchen, your hands laced around a cup of tea and his hands over yours.

“Where did you go?” Your voice trembled at the end

“Tried to run away”

That answer took you aback. You hadn’t expected something like that from him, and by the expression he bore, neither did he.

“After the declaration, Polly told us to leave. Pack our bags, get on the road with the Lees or the Boswells, lay low until things have calmed down, no matter how long it takes. And we considered it, honestly. She wouldn’t let us go out the house, in case the recruiters came. I actually thought about running away, but that's not who I am. That’s not who I want to be. I don’t want to go down in history as one of the cowards. I want to be one of the heroes. So I will be enlisting”

That’s all it took for you to break down crying. You knew Tommy had a knack for hopeless causes, and he always seeked for the greater good. You had dreaded he would want to enlist before the war office came to drag him. But you had hoped you’d have a bit more time.

“Hey hey, no need for tears, I am not dead yet, am I?” His dark humour didn’t help, making you in fact cry harder. He placed his index under your chin, gently lifting your face so you’d met his gaze “I will go. I will fight. And then I will return and we will get married with all the pomp and pageantry you deserve”

And so he went off for his training alongside his brothers. Two weeks before he was due to depart, he asked for your picture to carry with him, close to his heart. You agreed, only with the condition that he’d take a photo with you, so you too would have something to carry close to your heart. He protested, but agreed nonetheless. Anything to help ease your pain. You got four pictures, two of you wearing your best Sunday dress, and two of you together, him standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders.

The last day you had, you decided to ditch everyone around you, packed a basket and went to the river, for the sake of the old times. With a bottle of beer, a bunch of fruit and the same blanket you used ten years prior, you dedicated the last hours for yourselves. There was a lot of kissing, and also a lot of tears. Tommy promised over and over he would return, and entertained you with stories of the future that awaited you, with a nice house, a dog, and no less than three children playing in the garden.

As the sun began its descent, tinting the waters and the sky of a deep red hue, you pulled from your pocket a small box, neatly tied with white ribbon, and presented it to him. Tommy raised his eyebrow, but without asking, undid the bow to reveal the present.

Inside, nested in white cotton balls, laid a locket. Oval shaped, with a smooth, silvery surface. Tommy popped it open, only to find inside a picture of yourself on one side, and on the other, a lock of your hair shielded behind glass.

“I know you have my picture” You explained, meeting his puzzled gaze “But pictures can get wet or be lost or destroyed. I want you to have me close, as will I” You pulled out from your neckline your own locket, heart shaped, containing his picture and an empty space. Tommy got the hint. He grabbed his pocket knife and snipped the strand which usually fell over his forehead, just a small curl, enough to fill in the space. Now he had as much of you as you had of him.

“This is a promise locket. Because that locket and that hair is mine. I am lending it to you, so you have to promise to come home to give it back” Despite the painful tightening in your chest, you managed to crack a smile. Tommy leaned in for a kiss, his hand resting on the curve of your hip, slowly descending as the kiss deepened.

Five minutes later, the heart locket was the only thing you had on.

4 years of waiting. Four years of anxiety, sending letters every month, and getting replies every 3 to 4 months. Opening the front door every time the mailman walked down the lane, hoping that this time he’d stop at your door, while at the same time drearing receiving a very different kind of letter. The first two years, his letters were filled with sweet nonsense, pouring his love in the paper and adding small anecdotes of the trenches. But over time the letters became shorter, colder. You tried to blame it on the stress, the lack of time, any excuse at all, while you eased your worry by keeping busy helping Polly with the business and looking after Finn and Ada.

It wasn’t until the first days of 1916 that he was granted leave, and you saw him for the first time. You were the only one waiting in the station, since the kids were at school and Polly didn’t want to close the shop. The train came to a halt with a screech, and soldiers poured from the doors like an avalanche, onto the open arms of weeping wives and mothers. You scanned the crowd for him, panic bubbling in your stomach when you couldn’t find him. Perhaps he had missed the train? Or his leave had been cancelled? The station had almost emptied completely when you saw him, but you had to look twice to recognize him. Could that be Tommy? Your Tommy? His sunken face and gaunt complexion resembled more a man on his deathbed than a twenty something year old. He sported a thin cut alongside his left cheekbone, and walked with a limp. He had seen you too, but made no effort to approach you, waiting for you to run to him. When you clashed into his chest, he circled your frame with his arm, but his body felt stiff, and the embrace cold.

Still, you wiped your tears and got the best of the ten days he would be home. You cooked his favourite meals, forewent a few commodities to afford him a bottle of nice whiskey, and generally went out of your way to make his visit pleasant. But something seemed off in him. Something had changed. Not only had his body thinned and his voice deepened, perhaps the effect of cheap spirits and toxic fumes, but something deeper seemed to be off as well. The only way you could describe it was that he had lost the joy to live. Good food and drinks had no effect on him, and not even when you laid on his bed, tangled in his sheets wearing only your promise lockets, did he show any more emotion. He had also begun to sleep during the day and keep vigil at night, his pale eyes fixated on the wall until dawnbreak.

You didn’t see him again until the end of the war.

For months, no letter arrived, nor from him nor from the war office. You heard at home the horrors of the battles of Verdun and the Somme, only known through those who lived it, since the newspapers refused to publish anything that could tamper with the people’s spirits, and even the letters sent home were subject to censorship. The more days passed, the more your worry grew. You were forced to remind yourself that no news was better than bad news, and perhaps Tommy just hadn’t found the time to write, or had run out of pencil and paper.

It wasn’t until the beginning of 1917 that you heard from him again. He had received leave and decided to spend it in the north of France, claiming he didn’t have enough days to make the journey back worthy. You tried to understand, but you felt the pain in your heart nonetheless. Perhaps it felt too painful for him, coming back home knowing he’d have to leave once again. Perhaps he wished to rest and did not want to make the journey home and back for just a couple days.

Perhaps he had found a better company in France.

You pushed those unfounded accusations to the back of your mind, keeping them under lock and key. How could you think that way of Tommy? He loved you, and he would never betray your trust like that.

Right?

His lacklustre writing got you through the war, still clinging desperately to every strand of his love you could. When peace finally came, you awaited eagerly for his return and for your life to go back to normal. But you couldn’t have imagined what normal meant.

You gave the army a man and they gave back a corpse. A living, breathing, soulless corpse. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn they sent you the wrong man. This…person, the thing he had become, he wasn’t your Tommy. He wasn’t the one you had fallen in love with.

None of them came home the same, truth be told. But obviously your attention focused on the one you cared about. You could bear some aspects, like the nightmares and the initial paranoia. But some became unmanageable. The opium, the alcoholism, the violence.

The coldness.

It felt as if romancing a snowman. Everything inside Tommy had gone cold; not just his joy to live, but also his relationships with others. With his aunt, with his brothers, and with you. He hadn’t ended things with you, perhaps out of respect for your unwavering loyalty, but he might as well have and once and for all end your misery.

You slept with him for several nights after his return, but he would always be gone before you awoke, and would only take you to his room after dark, as if you were a cheap alleway whore and not the one he had wanted once to marry. During the days you seldom saw him, with his mind buried in the business, or perhaps still buried in the French mud. You had simply faded into the background of his life.

For your own sake, and to not let ten years of your life go to waste, you endured. You could turn a blind eye to his crooked ways, and even could pretend that the pretty barmaid from the Garrison wasn’t batting her eyelashes at him every time their eyes met, much to his apparent delight. You could pretend that you didn’t hear from Arthur that Tommy caught the fucking clap in France.

But you couldn’t deal with the violence.

His anger, rarely incurred before the war, seemed ready to lash out at any moment now. Even the slightless things sent him into madness. His hand didn’t waver to shoot an inconvenient person, or to blind them with those godforsaken blades he had sewed into his cap. It became the murmur of the town that the new copper was after him, and they even said he had killed two men inside the Garrison, before leaving with the pretty barmaid.

One particular day, he gave you a train ticket, and offered no more explanation that I’d do you good to be away for the day. Go to London, buy some clothes, get some fresh air. Of course you threw the ticket in the fireplace and stayed home all day, knowing he would be up to something if he wished to get rid of you so desperately. News reached you about the shootout in Garrison Lane. Orchestrated by a certain Billy Kimber after Tommy tried to sack him from the races. You knew he had been shot, but didn’t attempt to go and see him. He’d have plenty of company in the afterparty to keep the mind busy and the body warm. But you? You have had enough. You could ignore anything but this. This was just the beginning, and things would only get worse from here. And you hadn’t lived through a war, only to live the rest of your days in another one.

If this was the path Tommy wanted to take, you’d have to swallow your feelings and go the other way.

You were bent over your coarse kitchen table. Beads of sweat gathered at your temples and rolled down the crook of your neck, getting lost in the valley between your breasts. The curves of your body swayed in a slow cadence. You had spent the last 15 minutes working on that bread dough, kneading the sticky lump into shape, while the unforgiving summer sun heated up your tiny kitchen through the opaque window panes. The last thing you wanted to do was light up the stove, but homemade bread was considerably cheaper than store bought, and in the current situation, every penny counted. Oh, what you’d give to be laying under the shadow of an oak, enjoying the breeze and dipping your feet in the river.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts. You weren’t expecting any visitors, at least not any that would simply drop by unannounced. The force of habit made you open the door without looking through the peephole, and you found the entrance blocked by the imponent presence of the one and only, Tommy Shelby.

Not Tommy. Thomas. He had long ago stopped being your Tommy.

“Mr. Shelby, what brings you here?” The formality in your tone made him flinch. Four years had passed since you walked away, and he still couldn’t get used to it.

“Mr. Shelby? My my, (Y/N) I believed ourselves to be past those formalities”

You were ready to tell him you were busy and send him off, but he decided to push past you and into the house, displaying his lack of care for social formalities.

“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching him take a seat in the chair your husband sat in.

“Your husband came today to my office, you know?” Husband. Tommy had never used his name, Daniel. The few times he spoke to you or inquired to others about you, he only called him that. Husband. Trying to turn him into an object and not a human being.

“Did he now?” You asked, uninterested, as you wiped the table clean and covered the dough with a cloth to rise.

“Asking for money” Tommy spoke slowly, letting the words drag to test your reaction “A considerable sum, in fact” He had a triumphant smile, as if he had caught Daniel doing some evil thing and was now exposing him to you “Any idea why?”

You hesitated with your words, unsure on how to proceed. But he would find out sooner or later anyway.

“Babies are an expensive business and we need more space” You turned to face him, seeing the colours drain from his face. His pale eyes scanned your figure, stopping over your belly, covered by a white apron.

“You…”

“Why did you come here Thomas? To tell on my husband, hoping to expose him? To make me upset? What is it that you want?”

He stood and grabbed your hands, making you stumble and forcing you to hold onto him for support.

“That means this is our last chance” You were taken aback by the urgency in his voice.

“What do you mean our last chance?” You tried to step away, but he only held you tighter “We left our last chance behind many years ago. When you almost left to be with Grace in New York. When I told you I would be getting married. Now-”

“Is not too late yet” He cupped your face, and much to your dismay, his touch still sent sparks coursing through your skin “We can be together. We can be happy. I would raise your child as my own and no one needs to know”

Your knees trembled. Your mouth dried up. Had he come here, into your home, first wanting to put you at odds with your husband, and now to ask you to elope with him?

“Tommy” You spoke softly, hoping to reason with him “That is not okay. We cannot do that. Our time has passed. I have Daniel, you are due to marry Grace and have her son. Your son” He raised his eyebrows, puzzled. Officially Charles was the son of the late Mr. MacMillan, but you were no fool. The Shelby eyes never lie.

“Screw your husband. Screw Grace. I know you love me still. Isn’t it all that matters? I need you. We can grab our things and get away. Start over. Be together as we should have. Leave behind the gang, the business, our pasts. ”

Your lips trembled. A tear threatened to spill off the corner of your eye. A knot tightened painfully around your windpipe, making it hard to breathe.

“Tommy, I.. We…No. Is not the right thing. You can’t abandon your boy. And Daniel, he deserves the world, I couldn’t break his heart like that”

Tommy slammed his fist on the table “For fuck’s sake. Do you want to be happy? What is so good about Saint Daniel? He took you from me!”

You immediately became defensive, feeling anger seep into you, replacing your softer emotions. He actually had had the nerve to question your husband, instead of questioning how his own doings drove you away. You took a step back.

“He makes me happy. He loves me. He is a nice man. A nice, good, honest, hard-working man. He…”

“He’s not me. That’s the point, isn’t it? He’s safe. He is honest. He would never hurt a man, let alone kill him. He’s everything that I’m not”

His eyes scanned the room, going from the flowers Daniel had brought you and were now in a vase, to the embroidery frames with sweet little messages hung on the wall, and the two armchairs in front of the blackened fireplace; over the mantelpiece stood your wedding protograph. You saw longing in his features, longing at what his life could have been if circumstances had been different, if things hadn’t gotten in the way, if he had been different, if…

“Tell Daniel to forget about the loan” He couldn’t mask his defeat. Tommy had aged years in just a moment. He had never lost a fight, nor being kept from what he wanted. He had never known defeat. “It's a gift, for the baby. I’ll rip the paynote and we will forget about it” He opened and closed his mouth, wanting desperately to say something else but not daring to “If you ever need anything, and I mean anything at all, just call me. It doesn’t matter when or where, I’ll come to you. I’ll always come to you”

Tommy hesitated in the soles of his feet, not daring to breach the distance between you two. In the end he leaned closer, just enough to brush a kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered more than it was wise, and you caught a glimpse of silver peeking out from between his clothes. A silver necklace. Blinding pain shot through your chest, making you gasp for breath. You tried to reach out and touch the necklace, but he had already pulled away. He fixed his cap and left.

You rushed to the window, your teary gaze following him until he had disappeared from sight. Even after all those years, your knees trembled and your stomach tickled with butterflies in his presence. Heart aching for the man he had stopped being a long time ago. For the Tommy who had been buried in France and replaced with a new one. One you never knew.

Feeling weak and shaky, you went into your room and reached into your nightstand, pulling off the bottom of the drawer to reveal a small silver chest. It had been a while since you last opened it.

Inside were no riches or jewels or great secrets of the State. Only a bunch of pressed poppies, two lovers smiling from a faded picture, a dull heart locket, and all the dreams of what life could have been.

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heartstopper-tword · 1 year

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48. "Stop cheating!"

Charlie and Nick are playing a game (I don't mind which one, if you're stuck for ideas maybe twister) and one of them keeps tickling the other as a distraction.

Eventually they cave and wreck the cheater as punishment ?

Up to you ☺️

Hope your day is absolutely amazing

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A/N: ty for the prompt anon! hope your day is going amazing as well! <3

Prompt #48 - “Stop cheating!”

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Cheater, Cheater

“Agh! Charlie, quit it!”

Charlie giggled, withdrawing his hand from Nick’s side. The two boys were currently in the Spring family’s living room, having been sprawled out on the floor with their text books in front of them. This was their near-daily routine; coming back to one of their houses and trying to knock out some of their homework from their day at school, and then spending the rest of their time together watching movies, playing games, and most importantly, making out. Though most times, that plan didn’t go the way it was intended. Nick was easily distracted, and very quickly lost interest in whatever worksheet he was doing. So in order to entertain himself, he’d try to distract Charlie, whether it be laying across his boyfriend’s lap, or whining, or throwing his pens at his head.

Charlie had to bite back a grin when he heard Nick let out a groan, slamming his maths textbook closed. “Charlieeee,” he’d whimpered, pushing his book to the side, “I’m bored.”

“That’s a shocker,” Charlie had replied, chuckling and keeping his eyes trained on his own assignment.

“Come on,” Nick moaned, “let’s take a break. We’ve been working on maths for like an hour now. You especially don’t need to study maths longer than that.”

“Nick, I have a test at the end of the week.” Charlie reminded him, finally glancing up at the older boy.

“And you’re going to ace it! You always have the highest grade out of anyone, and you don’t even need to try!” Nick retorted, moving closer to his boyfriend. When Charlie ignored him, he pouted and rested his head on his shoulder.

“Please, Char? Just for a little bit?”

Charlie contemplated this for a moment, before finally letting out a long yet playful sigh. “Fine. What do you want to do?”

Nick raised his head, smiling brightly. “We should play a game.”

“What game? Mario Kart? Haven’t you learned by now that there’s no way you’ll ever beat me at that?” The younger boy teased, laughing at the incredulous expression on his boyfriend’s face.

“Excuse you, but I happen to remember winning three races last weekend when I was over!”

“Only because I let you win.”

The ginger’s eyes narrowed. “You’re so gonna pay for that later. And anyways, no, not that. I had another game in mind.”

Charlie tilted his head at him, confusion washing over his features. “What game?”

Nick smirked. “Only a game I can finally be the best at. Twister.”

“Twister?” Charlie repeated, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “Why do you wanna play that?”

“Why don’t you want to play?” Nick questioned playfully, “Afraid of losing?”

“No,” Charlie responded, “I’m great at it. You’ve just never brought it up before.”

Charlie was lying. He wasn’t good at Twister. Not only did he lack flexibility, but he had always been the first one to fall during the game when he’d played with his sister or his friends during their annual sleepovers. It wasn’t like he cared that much about the game itself; Charlie was competitive. He didn’t like to lose. That’s why his go-to game had always been Mario Kart. After years of mastering every course, hardly anyone could beat him, except occasionally Tori. But even then, the two siblings were always neck and neck.

“Okay.” Charlie nodded, setting his assignment and books aside. “Let’s play.”

And that’s were the pair were now, having pushed the coffee table to the side of the room in order to have the desired amount of space for the dotted mat. They’d spun a few times already, their positions starting out pretty easy to achieve, until Charlie suddenly had an arm underneath Nick’s body and Nick had under the younger boy’s. By each turn, they were intertwining themselves with each other even more, and Charlie’s balance was getting rather rocky. Nick, however, seemed to be completely stable, hardly ever having to readjust his footing or the placement of his hands to make things easier for himself.

With every spin of the plastic wheel, Charlie seemed to be getting more difficult adjustments to his position, while Nick barely had to move. It just wasn’t fair. Charlie knew his boyfriend was going to win.

“Doing alright, love?” Nick asked periodically, a teasing hint to his tone. “Not feeling too shaky?”

“Perfectly fine,” Charlie answered him through his teeth, choosing to ignore the chuckle that came from the boy above him.

After a few more minutes, Charlie decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage over his smug boyfriend. And that’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed him in the stomach.

Nick had flinched, drawing in a small breath, but remaining in the same position as before.

“Charlie,” He said, his voice low, “don’t.”

Charlie snickered, dropping his hand.

After another moment, he reached up again, now squeezing his hip.

Nick yelped, nearly losing his balance, but quickly regaining his composure. “Shit!”

Charlie grinned up at him innocently, trying not to laugh at the glare Nick sent him in return. This was working well for him.

“Charlie, I am warning you,” Nick tried again to be serious, his eyes locked on the boys hands. “Stop cheating!”

“Okay.” Charlie shrugged and reached for the spinner, feeling Nick’s eyes watching his every move.

Nick let out a breath, urging his muscles to relax as much as possible. Hopefully Charlie finally got the message.

He was wrong.

About three minutes later, Charlie was prodding at his side, causing the older boy to let out a shriek in surprise. And to Charlie’s delight, this caused Nick to topple over onto his back.

“Ha!” Charlie pumped his fists into the air victoriously, “I win!”

Nick stared up at his boyfriend, his eyes going wide. “You did not win.”

“Uh, yeah I did,” Charlie said smugly, “The rules are the first person who falls loses. You fell first, loser.”

Nick sat up quickly. “You were cheating!”

“Really? Was I?”

“Yes you were, you were tickling me!”

“Oh boo-hoo,” Charlie playfully rolled his eyes. “You’re just mad cuz you’re a sore loser.”

Nick didn’t answer, his eyes narrowing. Charlie’s smug attitude faltered, his smile fading, and immediately he began to feel as though his boyfriend was angry at him. “Nick, are you okay? I’m sorry, I was just joking… you’re not mad, are you?”

“Mad? No.” Something changed in Nick’s expression, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Vengeful? Very.”

Charlie didn’t even have time to respond, because Nick was launching himself at the boy with inhuman speed, tackling him and sending them rolling on the ground together. Charlie’s immediate instinct was to try and curl in on himself, knowing very well what was about to happen, but Nick was stronger, and easily pinned Charlie underneath him.

“Nick, wait a second,” Charlie tried to plead, attempting to squirm around underneath the rugby lad, but Nick’s hold on him was solid. Completely unmovable.

“Wait a second? Oh no. We’re not even going to think about waiting. I’m gonna tickle the absolute shit out of you, and I’m not gonna stop until I feel like it. I think that’s a proper punishment for someone who thinks cheating is the way to beat another person at a game, right?” Nick’s grin was pure evil as he watched Charlie blush bright red underneath him. “Not that you’d mind.”

“Niiiiick,” Charlie whined, bringing his hands up to cover his blazing cheeks, squealing suddenly at the sensation of Nick squeezing his sides.

“Ah ah! And you can’t hide your face from me, either! I wanna see your adorable smile.” Nick let his fingers slowly spider up and down the boy’s sides, relishing in the frantic giggles escaping his lips. God, he loved that sound.

“Nohoho! Thahat’s nohohot fahahair!” Charlie squeaked out, his giggles growing the higher Nick aimed. “Ihihi cahan’t help ihit!”

Nick chuckled. “Okay. Let me help you then.”

With that, he shot hands up under Charlie’s exposed armpits, drilling torturously into the hallows.

“NO NICK!” Charlie’s arms came flying down and clamped tightly to his sides, his head thrown back with hysteric laughter. “STOHOHOHOP!”

“Stop? Char, I’m only just getting started!” Nick laughed with the younger boy, his heart filled with endearment. “Besides, you deserve this, you dick!”

“I JUHUHUST WAHAHANTED TO WIHIN!”

“Well, cheaters don’t make winners, sweetheart.”

“I CAHAHAN SEHEHEHEE THAHAHAT!”

Nick rolled his eyes playfully. “How about this, Charlie? Just shut up and laugh.”

He pulled his hands out from under the boy’s arms, giving him only a few moments of relief before diving his fingers into his sensitive neck.

“NoO!” Charlie squealed, trying to duck his head, but Nick just laughed. “Charlie, my fingers are stuck now.”

“I dohohon’t cahahahare!” The younger giggled, yelping when he felt Nick beginning to press ticklish kisses along his ears. “Nihihick plehehease!”

“Man, your ears are sensitive as hell, Char.” Nick commented casually, “They seem so neglected. Why don’t you ever let me play with them and love them?”

“Stohohop ihihit!” Charlie whined, trying to move his head away from him, shrieking at the sensation of Nick nibbling on the shell of his ears. “OHOHOH MYHYHYHY GOHOHOD! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!”

Mixed with the fluttering fingers in his neck and Nick’s merciless attack on his ears, Charlie was in hell (or heaven, though he’d never admit it). The two sensations combined were driving him nuts, and he was sure that Nick knew that. Of course he was.

Charlie’s head jerked to the side, lifting his chin just enough for Nick to remove his hands and let them jump to his ribs, his lips quickly beginning to press kisses along the entirety of Charlie’s neck.

“NOHOHO NIHIHICK! LEHEHEAVE MYHYHY NEHEHECK ALOHOHONE!”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands here,” Nick muttered into the skin, making his laughter rise in pitch.

Charlie was quickly running out of oxygen by the second, and he wasn’t sure if Nick would actually give him a chance to breathe. Normally he was more gentle with him, but as he had said, he was out for revenge. Still, if Charlie wanted to see the sun rise the next morning, he needed to do something.

“NIHIHICK IHI CAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE! PLEHEHEASE!”

Nick drew his head back, his fingers slowing to a stop on the poor boy’s ribs. He looked guilty. “Oh god, okay. Here, just take a minute.”

Charlie was sucking in air like his life depended on it. Nick’s smirk vanished, “Sorry, was I taking it too far? I didn’t mean to-“

“Nick,” His boyfriend interrupted, breathing heavily, “it’s okay. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” Nick didn’t sound convinced, taking in Charlie’s current state with concern.

“I’m sure,” Charlie told him, then slightly propped himself up on his elbows, “You’re just way too good at getting what you want.”

That finally got a small chuckle out of the older boy, who leaned down and pressed his lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“You are so incredible,” Nick whispered, pressing his forehead to Charlie’s. Charlie hummed, his body finally beginning to calm down. They stayed like that for a moment, before Nick suddenly pushed him back down onto his back. “But there’s one more spot I want to get to before I let you go.”

Charlie’s eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets in realization. “No, Nihihick I thohohought youhou wehehere dohohone!”

Nick just smiled innocently at the boy as he let his fingers walk all the way down to his kneecaps, “I love you.”

And let it be known, Charlie definitely learned a valuable lesson on cheating that day, especially when getting caught by an evil, rugby loving golden retriever.

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poopwons · 9 months

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Thinking about Artist!Jean being just the SWEETEST boyfriend when his girl isn’t feeling herself. 😭😭

Modern Au, Fluff, fem reader, No use of y/n, this is purely self indulgent, and my first ever fic I’m actually posting, sorry if it’s bad writing 💀

TW: anxious thoughts, insecurities, reader doesn’t feel good enough, I think that’s all??

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You come into the apartment in a huff, putting your things down and going to the fridge to get some water.

“Hey,” Jean starts, as he walks into the kitchen from his studio down the hall, before he stops and takes in your expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Just had a bad day,” you say, not really wanting to go into all of it, all your insecurities and the anxiety you’ve dealt with throughout today.

None of your clothes fit the way you wanted them to, making you feel like nothing you put on looked even remotely good. You were sporting an acne break out from stress? Hormones? Who fucking knows, but it’s annoying. The fact that in every window you walked by today, you saw your reflection and just felt…not pretty enough. And you do all of the things your therapist recommends when you’re feeling low like this, you’ve been working out, eating right, trying to drink more water. Not to mention the affirmations you had scribbled on your mirror in the bathroom. But some days, the irrational side of your brain wins out. Today you could not see past any of the things you don’t like about yourself. You weren’t able to view the whole picture and instead focused on the small flaws. Even going to lunch with your friends was discouraging, watching them all sport smiles and feel confident in themselves. It seemed effortless for them. And nothing ever felt effortless for you. You felt like you had to work so hard to even feel some semblance of the confidence your friends exude daily.

“What happened?” Jean asks, coming around the counter, wrapping his big arms around you pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving down to your lips. “Do I need to beat somebody up?”

“Not unless you wanna beat up your own girlfriend.”

“Mm. That kind of bad day, huh?” He says softly, tilting your head to look at him before he kisses you again.

Jean knows about your struggles, you’ve been together for a while now, so it would have been impossible for him not to notice. He tries to do the most for you when it gets like this. He knows you can’t help it, that it tends to come in waves. You’ve been stressed at work lately and that usually bleeds into your anxiety.

“Come here, Pretty.” He says, pulling you by your hand to lead you to the couch, sitting you down and getting the blanket off the back to wrap it around you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He turns to go back to his studio, but not before turning on your usual comfort show for you.

He comes back into the living room and sits down with you, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

“You don’t have to work out here.. I know you have a deadline.” You say softly from your spot on the couch, not wanting to distract him from his work just because you had a bad day.

“I got that piece done already, this is something different. It’s not work, so I’m gonna sit with you. Besides, I haven’t seen you all day.” He says leaning over to press another quick kiss to your lips, before leaning with his back on the arm of the couch, knees up with his sketch book pressed to them.

It’s pretty normal for Jean to draw in his free time when he’s not working on commissions for clients. It’s his chance to work on stuff he actually likes and lets him get more creative without the constraints of a clients wishes. You turn your attention back to the show, finding comfort in this cute little routine you two have. The warmth of his body next to yours while he scribbles on his page, the faint sound of the pencil scratching the paper, when the two of you get time like this everything else in the world kind of drowns out.

While half your brain is still going on and on about the ways you’re not good enough and ways you could improve, you try to focus on the show, trying to ignore all those other thoughts. You laugh at a part you’ve seen probably a hundred times, but you still find it just as funny as the first time. You glance over at Jean who’s smiling down at his paper, his eyes flitting between the tv and the paper. He doesn’t normally show you his free time stuff until it’s finished, so you don’t bother asking him what he’s working on, knowing that you’ll find out eventually.

The two of you sit like that for a couple hours, just enjoying being in each others company, chatting idly about the show and some stuff the two of you have going on over the weekend. After a few more moments, Jean shifts again, sitting closer to you, his sketch book splayed open to the page he was working on as he puts his arm around you. When you finally glance down at it, a look of surprise spreads across your face.

“Is that..me?” You ask softly, taking the book in your hands to examine the drawing further.

Jean simply nods, offering you a small mumble of affirmation with a little grin on his lips. As you look over the paper you see how he’s drawn you, plush lips turned up into a wide grin, you’re laughing. Your eyes are bright and you look..happy, your hair is in beautiful waves, no frizz in sight. There’s another small drawing in the corner of the page, it looks like he’s just drawn your eyes alone, shining and bright. It hits you then that when he lifted his head up from the page earlier, he hadn’t been watching the tv, he’d been looking at you.

Taking the book you look at the front cover and realize that this isn’t his usual sketch book. You flip to the front of the book and go through the pages, as you flip through it you have to fight back the tears that well in your eyes. Every page, is filled with you, sketches, drawings, some with color some without. Some pages are just studies of your features where he was trying to get your smile right, or your eyes. Some of them are full body drawings, and you recognize your own clothes, days when you’d send him selfies of your outfits with a big happy smile.

You look over at him with a soft smile, “what is this?”

He leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s you, baby. Whenever I’m having an art block or can’t think of what I want to draw, I just..draw you.”

“You drew me so pretty..”

“You are pretty. More than pretty.” He says, leaning into you to press another kiss to your temple, resting his head against yours. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I thought about it when you came home and said you felt bad, that I wished you could see yourself the way I do. I thought, maybe I should just show you.”

You continue flipping through the pages, they aren’t all happy drawings. Some of them are clearly from some times when you weren’t feeling your best, but even in the ones where you have a sad expression, or tears in your eyes, he still drew you beautifully. Even when you felt your worst he still thought you were beautiful.

“Thank you…for this.” You say softly, turning towards him to softly kiss his lips, setting the sketchbook down on the table and pulling yourself into his lap to wrap your arms around him.

“Just drawing what I see, nothing else.” He murmurs as he buries his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there before holding you tightly.

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✨I want this man so bad, that is all.✨

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ldworldblues · 9 months

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i wanna love you while i can

miguel o'hara x gn!reader (~9.7k words) / no gendered pronouns, no y/n usage. sfw. pre-atsv. childhood friends to strangers to lovers. hurt/comfort. angst. light fluff. (temporary) domestic bliss. one (1) touch-starved miguel o'hara.

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Miguel O’Hara has died.

That is to say the other variant of Miguel O’Hara has been shot and left for dead and he is scrambling to pick the pieces back up. He had seen it coming from a mile away, the database he requested from Lyla showed the predictions before it could happen.

Unlucky. A fatal mistake. An unfortunate accident for a fortunate man.

Stepping through the portal had been simple enough. Seeing his own face lifeless on the pavement was something he hadn’t steeled himself enough for. But the details don’t matter anymore.

If Miguel were a better man he’d send flowers and heartfelt condolences to the family he’s left behind, informing them of the tragedy and exchanging tales of how good of a man he was and it’s such a shame that he must pass on like this and his beautiful family would surely be devastated.

So here he is at the doorstep of his his home, not because he was a better man, but so that he can finally get back to his family safe and sound. He can feel his heart thumping from his head, a sense of elation filling him from that word alone. Home. Miguel never thought he’d have the privilege of calling something home in his life. And now he finally has it in the palm of his hand, and he’s staying right here. And that alone is enough.

His hand reaches for the door and swings it open.

This doesn't make sense.

The numbers and the letters are jumbled up together and for the first time in Miguel’s life, his brain has all but blocked out the way to figure this out.

He taps his pen impatiently against his desk. He recognized the problem, yes, he knows exactly what is needed to be done in order to solve it. But no matter what he did, his hands and his mind just refused to cooperate.

Frustrated, he dropped his pen on the desk and leaned back, his chair squeaking as he did so, staring at the old, stubborn mark on his ceiling. This shouldn't boggle him as much as it did, there were worse questions that he had solved with finesse, and yet still this simple word problem has him pulling at his hair.

Observe, identify, formulate, answer. That always worked for him.

Think. Think.

Miguel groans, running a hand through his already messed up hair from hours of fussing with it, looking more and more like a crow’s nest. His desk was a mess, that much was certain, paper strewn on whatever free space it can take up on the surface, pens scattered as if the contents would hold the final answer to his dilemma.

This isn’t right. He always had something , if it wasn’t bailing his brother out from a lecture, it was a last minute presentation he had to conjure late at night because you had insisted on going to check out the ice cream from a newly-opened diner down the street.

Thunk!

A loud muffled sound from his window sill snapped him from his thoughts. Miguel groaned, pinching his nose at the distraction.

There can only be one other person who did not care about the fact that it was a Wednesday afternoon. Muttering profanities under his breath, he clicks the lock of his window open to find a worn out rubber shoe on his balcony, and the culprit hopping sheepishly on the concrete with a single, shoe-having foot just below,

You have been his friend and neighbor for a while now. Moving across him a few years back after he found you snooping around the street looking for butterflies despite living in a technological utopia. He had pointed it out as much when you ducked to look through a bush, your voice calling out to him with too much enthusiasm at eight in the morning.

“But don’t you think it would be cool if I found a butterfly in our backyard? I’d be in all the pages of The Daily Bugle!”

Of course, that was during a time when your lives were much simpler, when cliques, overgrown limbs, and overly complicated math formulas hadn’t plagued either of your lives yet. Miguel had continued to watch you on with a mix of bewilderment and awe. And apparently that was enough grounds to establish a bond between you and him.

If it were anyone else knocking their shoe in his window, he would’ve called the cops.

He made a noise of disapproval, ducking down to reach for the shoe with a single finger before calling out for you. “Did you seriously just throw your shoe on my window?”

“You weren’t answering my texts!” You answered back in a volume that he’s pretty sure the entire building heard, like that was supposed to explain why you just threw your shoe that had no business being anywhere near his line of sight.

Well, you did almost break his window by throwing rocks to get his attention like a shitty, half-assed romance novel you liked to bring and he liked to make fun of. And he did put his phone on silent mode before starting. And he sure as hell is not about to tell his mom (much less his brother) the reason why his window broke is because a certain someone won't stop bugging him.

Miguel gestured to your ratty rubber shoe currently dangling in his hand, your expression growing more timid by the minute. Not quite sure what was your thought process in throwing your shoe.

“And you thought this was a better option?” He says, hoping that the annoyance in his voice scares you away.

“I mean it worked, didn’t it?” You beamed, looking too pleased with yourself for the idea, an all too eager smile on your face.

He makes an unamused face. That still doesn’t explain anything.

“You know I’m busy. What do you want?” That was a lie. He was seconds away from ripping his own hair out.

“I’ve got something for you!”

He can't tell if you're pulling his leg or if you're being serious. knowing your track record of sucking up to him.

You gave him your best approximation of puppy eyes, the best you could while balancing on a single foot anyway. It’s not convincing at all and it was more laughable than pitiable the longer you stood there and still he can’t help but heave out a sigh.

Miguel narrows his eyes.

“Fine.”

He shuts the window before he could hear your cheer and hear your protests after you’d realize he still hasn’t thrown your shoe back out of spite.

___

His brother always said that there is more to life than the grand scheme he sees himself in. So let’s start here: if there is one constant thing in his life it would be the blaring heat in the summer and unforgiving winter cold of Nueva York. And probably all of this.

This. Whatever you like to call it when you and him are taking a stroll to wherever the next most interesting thing to have a look at in the city is.

And that would be the preserved apartment building when the both of you still snuck out at midnight to talk. It stood out with its red paint and more antique design that stood the test of time against the more well-known abstract structures of Nueva York. You liked it because it felt like home, Miguel liked it because it was located in the more quiet part of the neighborhood.

“Y’know, I heard from one of the grandmas that they’re planning to pave over this building soon. Says someone is interested in making this lot into a hotel soon, and they can move into a nicer home after.” You said as if you were talking about the weather, admiring the cityscape view as he was.

“It’s a bit sad if you think about it.” You commented wistfully.

“It happens all the time. Nothing ever stays the same in this city.” And this was the hard truth.

“Still, I’m still surprised they’re still letting us in just to hang out at the rooftop.” You replied, plopping down on the edge. Miguel followed suit beside you.

“I’m definitely gonna miss them smooching your cheeks though, guapito.”

He groaned, having half a mind to turn around and leave you there while you snickered. Cheeks flushing up in embarrassment at the nickname the old ladies downstairs gave him ever since the two of you started coming up here. Earning him several coos of him being so polite, some treats, and you taking several candid pictures of him that he almost broke his neck forcing you to delete it.

The blaring of traffic that seemed to go on forever from underneath was nothing but white noise to this steady, unrelenting space with you. Sitting in silence wasn’t an unusual occurrence with you. Often, it was a silent agreement that the other’s presence was enough.

He glances at you.

"So how about you and that Zaria girl in your class?” You chirped up, effectively breaking the silence. Turning to him with a smile that says you know way more than you let on.

Miguel faces you with a weary expression. Not too keen in discussing the love letter he was insistent on hiding after he had received it on his desk two weeks prior from a girl whose name he only recalled now that you’ve mentioned it. He’s been itching to remember it for days.

"How do you even know about that?”

“Gabriel told me!” You grinned.

Of course he would. His brother would also trade him for a bag of chips from you.

He can’t help but feel defensive, “Whatever he told you, it’s not true. She told me she liked me, I barely even knew her, so I rejected her.”

“I see.” You commented. And apparently that was it, letting the hum of the city occupy you.

Surely you had a reason for bringing him up here on a Wednesday. It’s not out of the blue per say, but you usually liked to bother him sometime around the weekends so you can ‘catch entertainment’ as you liked to call it. Whatever it is you find entertaining about him, he doesn’t see it.

Unless you’ve gained enough shame to ask him about borrowing his homework in person rather than through a crudely written text then maybe this is a welcome improvement. But you did say you were going to give him something.

As if you read his thoughts you exclaim, “Oh, right!” You faced him fully, complete with a bright look in your eye that he can only describe as proud.

“Close your eyes.”

Hesitation washes over him, usually when you asked him for a favor there was something in exchange that usually translated to something that would not benefit him at all. Like when you asked him to buy ice cream one day because it was too hot, while he forgot that the ladies downstairs are going to be out and about for their walks. Or when you asked him for help with your homework which resulted in you gossiping behind his back with Gabriel the whole day while he was stuck doing all your homework for you.

He looks you dead in the eye.

“No.”

Miguel couldn't believe that you just pouted.

“Come on! Promise I’ll delete the rest of the pictures with the grannies downstairs.”

“There’s more?”

You shrugged in response. Now apparently too coy to give him information when you already dropped a piece on him.

His eyes flickered from your hands behind your back to your dumb smile. He grumbled.

"Fine."

He closed his eyes and felt you reach for one of his hands to drop something in it. At your instruction to open his eyes, the first thing he sees is an inconspicuous envelope about the size of his palm. Leaving very little possibilities on what it might contain.

Before he knows it, his curiosity is piqued by the envelope. It was neatly wrapped with a simple ribbon in an attempt to make it look unique. He can see you try to avoid his gaze in the corner of his eye.

“You can’t open it yet! It’s only after you achieve your dream!”

“Oh.” He says dumbly, keeping the envelope away. “What’s in it anyway?”

“You’ll just have to figure it out someday.”

“Well, I gotta say, that’s a bit corny.” He commented, ignoring your complaints as he pocketed the envelope in his jacket.

"Is it a letter?" That may have come out too much like a statement instead of a question.

"I– you can't fish out the answer from me, y'know?"

He shrugged noncommittally, "It was worth a try."

You regarded him with mirth after the statement, he looked away in embarrassment.

"Surely, you didn't just call me out here for some envelope. What is it really?" He pointed out.

"You’re right." You answered in a despondent tone, a far cry from the lighter one you carried earlier. He caught your gaze in the corner of his eye.

The sheepish look on your face comes back, this time you don’t seem to do it because of something you did or you’re asking him for a favor. For what? He doesn’t know.

You looked on towards the city, if he didn’t know any better he’d say that you were spacing out. But there was now a sadness in your eye that he could pinpoint. Your mouth gaping periodically like you're trying to hang onto the words you want to say.

Miguel feels the air get knocked out of his lungs when you finally get a hold of it.

“I’m leaving in two days.”

It felt like you just knocked him out of his seat and sent him falling down into misery. Miguel’s not stupid, and you knew that well. He tries to come up with a response, finding none.

Miguel is no stranger to bad news, accustomed to the disappointment that comes with being told of the worst possible outcome and that's why he wants to make it a point to have the odds largely in his favor.

He looks at you incredulously, while you seem to pay no mind to his reaction, continuing to stare into the towering and scattered buildings of Nueva York, but the stammer in your voice and the quiver on your lip betrays you.

"Are you gonna tell me why?" He asks, but he knows it's useless, there can only be one sole reason for your departure. Can see it when you stopped inviting him to your house and mentioning your mother only in passing.

“Isn’t there another way?” He asks.

Because that was what he knew. To recognize a problem and see it for what it is, since that was the only way he can figure out a solution. Observe, identify, formulate, answer. Rinse and repeat.

Your tell-tale silence gives him all the answers he needs. So he moves on to the next question.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Sure, he was pulling on loose ends here but what was he supposed to do?

“Wanted to, but didn’t want to lose you yet.”

Lose . He can’t believe you. Years of conversation and thoughts he’d never share with anyone else yet you can’t bring yourself to let him know something crucial.

You won’t lose him, he’d still be here in his mother’s dingy apartment while you’re off to someplace else that wasn’t here, but he’s going to lose you. If you just said so, he can get you both to the other side of the world, away from his family, away from yours, and away from anyone else.

He chuckles in disbelief. So this is what it was. What it meant to know and care for another person and see to it that despite it all, whatever formation you built it on, will prevail in spite of catastrophe. He’s seen it fail time and time again with his eyes, who’s to say he was the last one.

"So this is a parting gift, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah. I guess it is.” You said with downcast eyes, voice toned down like it’d scare him away too fast if you got any louder.

But it’s fine. You were just a small fragment in his big plan for the future bigger than he was. This moment will just be a silly memory he’d look back on and have a laugh at. You had no place for him with him.

In fact, he just figured out what to do with the problem he was having earlier if you hadn’t interrupted him in his room. If anything this was an opportunity to set things back on course. So why does he taste bitterness in his tongue when he’s looking at you now?

“—I’m still gonna be back, y’know? Probably not in the next year or so, but still. Unless you’re going to end up forgetting me or something.”

That sentence burst him out of his bubble. Furrowing his eyebrows in quiet frustration. What kind of question is that? Of course he won’t, not even when the stupid doodle you left on his desk gets refurbished. Probably not when this apartment building gets turned into a glossy hotel either. He doesn’t think he could go back to the same routine he had before.

It was almost on the tip of his tongue, a few simple syllables that can possibly change the entire trajectory of this conversation into something more hopeful.

Because that was always the issue with you. You need a little push. Always so selfless and up to whatever request people have for you just for a crumb of acknowledgement. He’s seen you break under pressure over it, seen you wish that you had more heart to stop pushing yourself over the edge.

"I need to get back home.”

Despite it being only half past four and his mom won’t even start looking for him until later. He thinks he sees you slump in defeat. He pockets the envelope and turns around for the staircase before excusing himself, as if his heart doesn’t feel heavier every step away without saying anything.

Miguel hears you call out his name.

“I can walk you back home.” He hears you offer, try as you might to not sound small when you utter those words, even when you both know it’s pointless.

He pulled away before you could grab his hand. He hopes that it hurts you as much as it did him.

“It’s fine, I’ll be okay.” He answers from over his shoulder.

Miguel didn't come to look for you the next day and neither did you. The days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and the months into years.

___

Miguel has always thought he was destined for bigger and greater, and yet in this dimension he has found a family and is happier than he thought he could be. Here in this tiny living room, the photos are a testament to that joy.

He remembers in one of the holo-tapes he recovered, you and him were decorating the living room now that Gabriella has been born. You stubbornly insisted that any important memories be printed so that it “ can stand the test of time and not be corrupted from your mumbo jumbo ” making Gabi giggle in your arms and Miguel exasperatedly agreeing to your proposition.

He knew that your sentiment came from your work laptop failing to work a few weeks back—he watched it from the holo-tapes—and you had to beg Miguel to fix it for you because you had a deadline for a report the next day.

He thinks that you were right with that decision now standing in front of the display. Different pictures scattered the mantle, milestones and memories distributed throughout the years, your achievements and his set aside to make way for Gabriella’s appearance. In lieu of rewards and medals, the center primarily featured picture frames of Gabriella. Prizes all the same.

Even when his face is on there he can’t help but feel out of place.

About to turn in for bed, his eye caught a photo that was unfamiliar to him. A photograph of a butterfly perched on, what was undoubtedly your hand even at the vast expense of uptown Nueva York in the background.

It was a pale, small thing, way too small for your hand, yet he can imagine the stupid smile on your face when you took the picture. His mouth can’t help but quirk at the thought. He spots something written on the front, enhanced eyesight be damned, with your handwriting it’d take a lot more than seeing it to read it. His eyes squint, trying to make out what’s written.

“Hey, stranger.”

Miguel flinches in alarm, body tense to prepare for a fight, only to feel arms wrapped around his torso. His shoulders started to relax when you began humming nonsensical tunes, your cheek pressing against his broad back.

He has to remind himself that intimacy and affection with you in this dimension was usual, a privilege his counterpart isn’t aware of.

“Something on your mind?"

“It’s nothing,” He placed his hand on top of yours, thumb rubbing the back of your hand, “I’ll be right there.”

But that’s just the thing with you isn’t it? You just know him so well.

“Hm, doesn’t sound like nothing if it’s got you brooding around in the living room.” You stepped back, facing him in front of you to clasp his face in your hands. In the dimly lit state of the room, the only source of light being the light from the lamp nearby, your face was almost entirely casted in shadow, and still he caught your eyes, though tired but always bright, staring right into his. None of the same weariness he saw on that day.

If you recognized the drop of red in his eyes you don't react to it at all.

Miguel can’t help but nestle his face into your hand, missing your warmth, his hands following suit to yours. “It’s just,” He hesitates.

So this is what he has been deprived of all this time. Given his upbringing, it's hard to imagine that in literal galaxies away, he'd come to know a life of something so soft.

He strayed his gaze to the side, observing the silver ring resting on your finger, “It scares me to think that if it weren’t for all my past decisions, I wouldn’t be here with you today.”

All teasing that was in your eyes was swept aside immediately.

“Oh, Miguel,” You called his name so softly, using your other hand to urge him to look back at you.

“I’m grateful. But it chills me to the bone that somewhere, somehow,” He looks at you earnestly, “I’m not with you or with Gabi.”

You looked straight at him.

“Look, we might have made some bad choices in the past. I know I have. But that makes them more valuable today. I’m not gonna say that you shouldn’t be scared, because it is scary, I admit. But that just means you care enough.”

“Why else would we be living if we knew the answer to everything, right?”

He nodded.

"And besides, I’m here with you right now aren’t I?”

You looked at him so openly he’s afraid that he might just dive right in. He’d give you himself and more if it meant that you’d stay like this with him until his bones give in. But you weren’t his, even when he technically knew you, you didn’t know him. Don’t know the risks he had to take to be standing here with you in the living room of a house that was yours but wasn’t his. So what else is he supposed to say but,

“I guess you are.”

“And I’d still be here even when Gabi starts rebelling.”

He chuckled.

You leaned in close enough for your foreheads to meet, close enough for Miguel to feel your breath brushing on his face, close enough for Miguel to count each strand on your eyelashes, close enough for him to observe the pores and imperfections on your face, close enough for Miguel to commit this all to memory.

You’re actually here. He realizes. Warm and well and happy in front of him. No problems, no villains, no distance between you and him. He had been dreaming of this moment for a long time.

If he had anything left to say to you the time would be now.

He moves away, earning him a confused look. He looks intently in your eyes, holding your hands in a firm grip, scared that you would disappear away in front of him.

“Promise me something.” He tells you.

“What?”

“That you’ll always wait for me the way I’ve waited for you.”

“I promise.” You answered in a whisper.

He holds up his hand. You laughed in disbelief at his raised pinky.

“Really? We’re not kids anymore, Miguel.” He bit back a smile.

“You told me you promised me.”

“Fine.” Yours meet his.

You laugh again when you put your hand together with his, your hand almost comically smaller in comparison to his broader hand.

“Always us every time.”

___

“Why are you crying?”

It’s odd that Miguel is the one asking that question this time. And it wasn’t even the correct question to begin with. But there’s no other better question to ask when you’re currently sniffling inside his blankets.

For Miguel, the answer to problems are solutions. That’s what he was taught anyway, or what he has learned to adapt. It was a logical and sound equation. Either find a way to make it go away or suffer the consequences. Apologizing to his brother was a solution, and so was talking to his mother.

He was pleasantly surprised that his mother let you in but he had always known she had a soft spot for you.

You responded by curling into the sheets further.

He sat beside you on the bed, looking at everything in his room but your figure. Racking his brain and the corners of his room for that one question that you always asked whenever he was upset, because that was the only experience he has had, hoping that would urge you to talk.

“What’s on your mind?”

That seemed to let you out of your stupor, as you moved the blanket until your head was visible to him rather than just the top of your head, your voice muffled under the covers.

“My mom and I had an argument.”

“What’s it about?”

The silence stretches on even further.

“Sorry, I’m bad at this.” He says.

You huffed out a laugh, a speck of joy livening up the space even if it was just a little bit.

“It’s fine, Miguel, really.”

He racks his brain more for anything to say.

“Are you going to do something about it?”

“Don’t think it won’t matter anymore.” He frowned at the skepticism of your answer.

“Was it that bad?”

“She’s fine, just expects a lot from me is all.”

He nods in understanding. Trying not to dwell on it too much lest he loses track of how you’re feeling. He stared at the foot of his bed, wishing it’d give him the exact answer—or question—to make you feel better.

Miguel tries to recall what made him feel better whenever it was you in his shoes. You’d sit him down, have him try to explain the situation, and then offer advice. Sure, your words helped calm him down to think rationally but that wasn’t the part that really unknotted the mess of emotions in his chest.

Oh.

He places his hand right beside your head, enough for it to be in your line of sight. He looks away, embarrassment creeping up on him the longer he keeps his hand there.

Crap, did he have the wrong idea? You’ve always been better at these kinds of things. You were usually the one patting his back after he had an argument with his mother or after a fight with his brother over who gets to eat the leftover takeout from last night. You better do or say something because he feels like he’s going to roll over soon.

He feels warmth envelop his hand.

For Miguel, warmth was suffocating. It was an indication of a blistering, uncomfortable heat that never stops until it burns him to the touch.

But this warmth is invigorating. A profound declaration of things that don’t need to be said.

You squeeze his hand. Miguel squeezes back.

___

So it went like this.

It was bound to come sooner or later, but years of working his ass off Miguel finally gets what he deserves and is now the current star for his newest invention. The Daily Bugle even went as far detailing who he was and the importance of his mechanism. A whole article in honor of his name and this time he is the hero.

What he didn’t account for is the long lost face of someone that reminds him of sunsets and the future.

You’ve moved on, physically or otherwise, and he has learned that too.

He thought it was a scam at first. Some sort of scheme to throw him off guard. But it couldn't possibly have been when it's the exact contact he thought he’d lost— or moreso avoided— years ago

| Meet you at the same place?

He didn’t know you, not really. If you’d even call two people who hang out only to be left in the dust without a warning friends. Even if that same person continued to impact every wake of his life and now you’re back as a ghost from his past coming back to haunt him. No, Miguel didn’t know you like that.

So here he was in front of the same apartment building turned hotel, looking for the same person he’s waited eternity for.

The hotel was certainly…different. Shinier. Newer. More fit for the city than its drabber counterpart. An upgrade from the previous dreariness of the apartment. Shiny windows instead of the dull glass and high rise roofs instead of the cramped ceilings it used to have.

“Hey, stranger.”

That was a voice he hadn't heard in years. The same lilt, tone, cadence greeting him once again, pouring itself into every pore on his skin.

He sees you approach him, a hand raised in greeting and two take-out cups with overpriced brands he can recognize hanging from the other.

Doubt creeps up on him the closer he gets to you, multiple questions popping up in his head like have you seen what he has achieved without you? Do you think the universe is testing him to see if he’ll still crack against you?

Those questions are washed away when your eye caught his in time. Miguel is pretty sure he’s out of breath the moment he arrives in front of you despite not taking more than ten steps.

Several years definitely did you good. Your hair is not in the awkward way you style it anymore, in favor of a more fitting one that frames your face better. And clothes filling out just the right spaces that make a part of his brain get zapped.

But the most startling part for him, he thinks, is how the gleam in your eyes isn't the same as it was.

“Good job making your way over here.” You remarked with a teasing smile on your face.

“I could say the same to you.”

Your mouth quirks up in a snicker, “What? No smart remarks?”

He feels stupid. He has a good head on his shoulders, Miguel believes that. But he has been imagining this scenario the moment he received your message. More words exchanged in that version from the first meeting (again) rather than his brain going all fuzzy and barely muttering responses that required more than two brain cells when he should be mad at you for practically leaving him all those years only to suddenly materialize in front of him like a ghost when you felt like it.

He opens his mouth to retort, only to be cut off with a cup in his direction.

"Walk with me?"

He takes the cup gingerly, your finger brushing each other briefly, before taking a sip to taste. Caramel macchiato . It wasn’t his drink of choice. Too sweet for him. But it was the first branded drink you had him try, during the first year he met you, that wasn’t three or five iced coffees that tasted like lead during exam week and ran himself at risk with a caffeine-induced stroke.

Side by side, you walked mindlessly with him on the pavement of the city with matching cups in hand. Despite your shoulders brushing each other, you still stood there looking miles apart.

For all of New York’s faults, spring was pretty agreeable during its time of year. The breeze crisp, and the temperature just peachy enough to be outside for. At least today the weather was in his favor.

"So, Alchemax, huh?" He hears you say. He glances at you, your gaze still staring straight ahead at the street as if you weren’t attempting to hold a conversation with him.

"Don't act like you haven't heard before." He points out.

"'M just saying. Congrats, you deserve it."

He muttered out a thanks, looking back down at the pavement. The way his pace matches your own even if he was capable of longer strides.

An awkward silence fills the gap between you two, and it takes everything in Miguel to not start taking off the opposite direction. Conversations with you used to be lighter, less slow . And silences were never like one of you missed saying something. Like either of you were skirting around each other, trying to pinpoint what makes the other tick. It just is.

It’s a grim reminder of the fact he’s changed, and so have you.

It takes approximately one minute and thirty-two seconds after you spoke for him to realize he needs to respond back to you. Right . You congratulated him, and he can either talk about himself like an asshole or ask questions to keep the conversation running.

"So what about you? Did you go with being a lawyer?”

You laughed, relief washing over him. "God, no. Realized I couldn’t handle the stress so I just went with its lesser paid cousin. I'm a teacher now. Found a job downtown."

He hummed in response. Wondering if that’s the reason why you seem so exhausted, but pushed against it when he sees a soft smile playing at your lips.

"That's admirable. Wouldn’t have guessed it.”

That seemed to break you out of reverie, your smile was dropped in favor of mock confusion overtaking your features. And finally, finally , you looked at him. “Hm? What’s that? Are you trying to say something?”

He rolled his eyes lightheartedly, taking a sip from the too-sweet concoction swirling in his overpriced coffee rather than responding to you.

“Have you opened the envelope yet?” You asked him.

Strangely, enough, no. Miguel hasn’t opened the envelope yet. He was thinking of it. On the day of his promotion inside the brand new office Alchemax gave him. Hope stirred in his chest when he caught sight of it again in the darkness of his desk, where he hid it for safekeeping. Your words still ringing through his head when he thumbs at the unbroken seal closing it shut. He contemplated it but dropped it in favor of some expensive old wine that some hotshot corporate gifted him, and a nice, long nap.

He shook his head, “What’s in it anyway?”

That unpredictably earned him a look of surprise, before you schooled it back into cool nonchalance, “That’s something you’ll just have to figure out sometime.”

“Hopefully not some kind of code I have to crack for eight more years.”

“You wish.” You stifled a laugh.

His lips quirked up into a small smile.

You stopped walking abruptly, and he followed suit, confused as to why you stood still.

“You know what I’m thinking?” You gave him a look that he’s only recognized by you whenever you think you have a brilliant plan. You pointed at something behind him.

Turning around, he’s greeted by a hole-in-the-wall that’s seen better days. Delicious aromas wafting out out the door beckoning anyone who was near enough to enter. Miguel almost regrets saying yes to this entire thing when he listens to the next words that come out of your mouth.

“Heard good things from this joint. Wanna go check out what the fuss is all about?”

And that’s how Miguel found himself sitting across from you indulging in one too many chicken satays despite having ordered noodles for sharing minutes ago.

It's far from what he originally planned to happen. He had hoped you would talk at a fine dining restaurant, the kind he would forget after a month or two from the monotony and the emptiness in his stomach—his treat of course, and he can finally have closure and move on from all of this and from you.

“You sure you didn’t just call me up just to schmooze me?”

“I’d never!” You quipped, your energy seemingly back in your veins now that you have food in you.

He watches you swallow the last of the skewers with gusto. Having refused your offer earlier to some of your chicken satay , he’s content with seeing you satisfied from enjoying food. Reminiscent of the time when you and him indulged in mediocre one-dollar hotdogs after school all because it cost one dollar. Relief fills him.

“Are you seeing someone?” It was your turn to burst him out of his bubble, the smile he didn’t even realize he was sporting pulled back into a frown. At least you had the decency to sound sincere about it.

“Are you?” He bit back.

“That’s not the question, Miguel.”

“Two months.” He answers.

“Is it serious?”

Miguel raises an eyebrow quizzically at the question. “Well, as serious as a two month old relationship could get.”

He’s not sure where you’re trying to go with this line of questioning. So he asks back, “Why?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just thinking about what she’d think if she saw her boyfriend dining with some girl in some restaurant.”

“Probably not much. Considering I’ve never brought her to some restaurants.”

“Careful. The lady at the counter might hear you and think you’re a lying cheat.” You joked, emphasizing your point with a twirl of your barbecue stick.

Of course you’d point out the sweet grandma by the counter, when you and he entered the establishment she practically cooed and seated you both to an intimate looking corner by the window as it would up the ante of whatever she was thinking of.

He contemplated his next words. He can’t have you thinking that there was more to this than he was letting on. If anything he was just an onlooker since you were the one who invited him in the first place.

“How about you?”

You took a moment to answer, putting down the skewer on the plate. “Not really. Can’t find time for it either. Children are unsurprisingly, very tiring. But,” And for the first time this entire day, your smile reached your eyes. “I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.”

And you just had to do him in like that. Giving him hope for another beginning with you in his newfound life.

He didn’t spend half his life with his head buried in a desk only for you to come and sweep it away with your presence.

But the envelope kept away in the darkness of his desk tells him otherwise.

He perks up when he hears you call his name, attention fully addressed to you.

“Yes?”

“Do you think things could’ve gone differently if I’d stayed?”

If there is one thing Miguel has learned about himself throughout his entire life, it’s that he is selfish. Selfish to the point that he takes and takes until there is nothing left but the husk of what once was.

Miguel wants it all.

If you were still going to have him that is.

But he can’t tell you he spent most of his nights, staring at the ceiling mulling over the possibilities of what would be of the two of you if he had just been more insistent. Maybe you and he would be away from Nueva York, in some place far away from the hustle and bustle for something slower because that’s what you deserved. Maybe you’d be married with a white picket fence and a dog or two. Or maybe you would be married off to some nameless spouse while he went on to do greater things, away from the mundanity of a domestic life.

Or this time, maybe you and him would be apart and ultimately it would be for good. Miguel dreads what would become of him if the last one were reality.

“No point in thinking about the possibilities when you’re here now.” Something akin to disappointment passed through your eyes when he said that.

“That’s a good point.”

He anticipates what you were about to say next as you were about to speak up until a ping distracted you from saying another word. You excused yourself ruefully, digging out your phone from your bag, squinting at the display of your phone before shooting him an apologetic look.

“Crap, I gotta go.”

“Already?”

“Yeah, the faculty apparently needs me for something at school.”

You stood up, wincing at the loud screech your chair made as you shoved your phone in your bag.

“Thanks for, y’know,” You gestured lamely to the warm lights of the restaurant and to the dirty plates on the table, “All of this. It was nice.”

“It was nothing.”

He watches helplessly as you sort out your stuff, ready to take off once again and hope for a chance— or whatever it is controlling your meetings with him— to see you again. That same word from the rooftop was on the tip of his tongue again.

You stand up and make a move as if you were about to turn away, a million thoughts flitting through your eyes as you struggle to make a decision. It makes him nervous. Which is a lot to say for someone like him, someone who has always had a quiet confidence and for good reason too.

You broke his heart once, he hopes you'd break it again if it meant living with the memory of you.

You suddenly turned to face him, eyes meeting him with determination.

“Before I leave, I want to tell you something.” You said with newfound resolution, even if it did mean you were clutching your bag for some semblance of courage. He wishes he had something to hold onto for comfort as well, anticipation rising in him as he waits for your words.

“It’s worth a long shot but, I don't feel good about, y’know, your involvement with Alchemax.”

Of all the things that you could have brought up, that was what you wanted to talk about. After all this time, nothing could have prepared him for this. Miguel has to resist a laugh from escaping him. What the hell was he so worried about? That you’d suddenly turn around and tell him let’s get away and he’d say yes and book a one-way ticket just like that?

He might as well entertain your sentiments.

Miguel narrowed his eyes at you, crossing his arms as if to try and put distance between you and him. Though it was useless when you stepped closer to him.

“Explain to me why that is.”

He sees you grimace at his steely tone.

“Take this as advice from me, the whole thing just feels iffy to me. I’ve read the news, Miguel. Stone is not a good person. You could be making a difference instead of tossing yourself away there like a slave.” You explain, with a controlled volume as if you were afraid he’d start running if you were any louder. This whole scenario is playing in front of him again like clockwork.

“You can stay with—”

“I am making a difference, one day this city will be changed in the way I’ve always wanted it to be.” He bit back, challenging the quietness of your volume in the space.

This wasn’t in the cards when you initiated the discussion, and Miguel doesn’t know what came over him when he says what he’s always wanted.

“And I hope you’ll be there to see it with me.”

“I will.” You answered him back. The exhaustion in your eyes making way for something that cuts him to the core.

He doesn’t know whatever was in that booze you ordered from earlier but the small restaurant starts to become a little brighter when he looks at you now.

Miguel realizes a bit too late that he was in a public space when he sees other patrons in the restaurant and the old lady from earlier starts looking in your general direction.

“Look,” He starts in a calmer voice than before, “this is a hard thing you’re asking of me. What makes you think that I should just throw this all in the air and hope for the best?”

“You told me you still haven’t opened the envelope, right?” You said it so confidently it’s making him sick.

“Please, just, consider it.”

Bitterness clouds him. Here he was, halfway through rebuilding his life away from his past and here you are giving him a suggestion to tear it all down again. Miguel already knows all of this, knew all about what the company came with when he applied for the job.

He knows he should say no. His pride demands it, some leftover sadness from that day as an act of contempt to show off he’s lasted this long without you and look what he’s done.

But you spoke to him in a way that screams at him to see this not as strangers who’ve drifted apart from the years, but as the kids in his old childhood bedroom who had nothing to hold onto but each other. Your trust in him was so blindingly open, and something tells him it’s now his turn to give you his.

You were nothing if not the ghost in his memories that live in the recesses of his mind. And you've come back again to haunt him with your promises of the future and warmth.

“I’ll think about it. But don’t count on it.” The relief was instantaneous, you visibly relaxed.

“As long as it means you’ll still be with me.”

And that’s all he needs to know.

___

You have died.

Or rather this was in an earlier time, an earlier date, and an earlier universe. Far from a comfortable life with a cushy job and house with a kid or two and a silver band that never made its way in the picture.

He clutches your pale, cold body to his chest. Tightly holding onto you as if that would grant him a miracle of your lifeless eyes springing back to life. And you would give him some snarky comment about how shitty he looks and he’d shut you up with a kiss because you almost scared him half to death.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, he wasn't supposed to let you out of his life ever again. But he got careless, never should've stormed off when you were finally back to stay like you said you did. Even if that meant swallowing his pride and facing the fact that he was blinded by prestige.

And you were right, always have been. Should’ve listened to you and said yes the moment you opened your mouth to convince him to stay with you.

Weeks later a flurry of events passed him by and now he's stuck again. Donning a suit that felt too heavy on him even though it practically stuck to his skin; and a mask that felt suffocating everytime he put it on.

It made his skin itch knowing that you were out there somewhere in the city, just not here with him.

It's all a blur to him now.

There was a villain attack downtown. A variation of the Sandman he’s never seen before. And a nearby public school was nearby that unfortunately received the brunt of its damage. When he sees you attempt to save as many kids as you can to safety he immediately rushes towards the scene. Attempting to coerce you into evacuating away from the area, only for you to stubbornly turn back into the fractured building, insisting that there were still stuck students inside.

He tried to run after you, but you were faster. Not to mention the villain was still hot on his trail. He can’t possibly lead the villain back to the school. But before either of you know it, the building has broken into dust in front of his very eyes.

After subduing the villain, and this time, he was the hero. He runs himself ragged trying to look for any sign of you in the ruins of dust and stone. Making use of his newly-acquired powers and the many abilities he earned from the past few weeks.

When he sees a familiar figure crushed underneath a pile of rubble, his heart falls out of his chest.

As he cradles your cold, broken body, Miguel finally knows what it means to love and to lose. And your first exit out of his life was just a prelude to the real tragedy.

So he tried to learn to be selfless, learned what it meant to give himself up to keep the boat from rocking and to maintain the universe. And maybe this time, just this once, happiness would be by his side.

___

There was a shift in the air Miguel couldn't understand.

Miguel wakes up to the blaring of your alarm ringing unpleasantly through his ears. He grumbles, silently cursing his enhanced hearing to reach over to your phone that was on his bedside table to shut it up. Eyes squinting as the bright light harassed his eyes.

You reason that he was responsible enough to have him wake you up instead of you pressing snooze on it the entire morning until you run late. Which was plausible, to say the least, nothing else seems to wake you up but his voice urging you to wake up, rewarding him with your pretty eyes blinking open sleepily to greet him.

He pats for your side, finding nothing but cold, twisted sheets and an unmade bed. He sits up in a panic. No signs of breaking in, no signs of struggle. Still, anything can happen. What about Gabriella? Miguel stands up, moving quickly to open the door. Only to be met by the sound of his baby’s quiet giggles and your shushing to keep quiet resonating down the hall of your home, any tension that was previously in his body deflating to make him sigh a breath of relief.

Miguel steps out and is greeted by an almost comical scene if it weren’t for the way it warms him inside out. If the barely concealed giggles and messy countertop were any indication.

You were helping Gabi decorate the pancakes, whose hair was pulled up into uneven braids, attempting to help her shape them with smiley faces or a poor attempt at cartoon animals with fruits and some store-bought syrups. You try to guide her into handling the syrups to draw a tiger but end up looking like a caterpillar more than anything.

Gabriella catches sight of him before you do, her face lighting up in a way that reminds him of you.

“Good morning, papa!” She cried out, running over laughing to barrel toward him.

It was a normal morning. Or at least that was what Miguel convinces himself when he sees that the wall clock on the living room is turning the other way around or when he swears that the birds from outside the window sounded different than they did yesterday.

“...Recent sightings of a masked vigilante saving people has been reported around the city, civilians are advised to keep a look out for this individual’s intentions are currently unknown—”

For all Miguel knows, there wasn’t a Spider that was set to exist in this dimension.

“We’re heading out.” He called out from the front door, holding Gabriella in tow for soccer practice.

“Miguel.” He looks to you standing in front of him, relaxed if it weren’t for the slight tremor in your voice.

“I have something to tell you after work."

Despite having the same face and demeanor as the you he knows, he can't quite make heads or tails of you.

Your ominous request officially set Miguel on edge. Leaving him distracted at work up to the drive home. There wasn’t much space to guess what you wanted to tell him. He made sure to cover all his tracks prior to entering this dimension, ensuring that every document matched his very being as Miguel O’Hara. And he was anything but careless.

He looks up from his dinner, watching you urge Gabi to eat her vegetables and failing miserably when she pouts and whines. Miguel steps in, encouraging her to eat her carrots by eating the ones on his plate and she follows suit hesitantly. (And whenever you looked away he would help Gabi eat her portion as long as she won’t tell you.)

Nothing can go wrong now.

After the dishes were scrubbed clean and Gabriella was dressed in pajamas and put to bed. He meets you in your shared bedroom.

You sat on the edge of your bed, reading a book even though your eyes weren’t following any of the text written and glaring only at one specific part to distract yourself. You close and put the book away when he enters the room, patting the space beside you.

“What is it?”

“You trust me, don't you?”

His answer was immediate. Taking hold of one of your hands, you gripped onto him like a lifeline when he reached out. “Of course.”

“Promise you won’t look at me weird when I tell you?”

He tilts his head at you, finding your behavior more and more odd and he feels even more and more apprehensive as this conversation goes on.

Miguel grazes the band sitting on your finger, making you glance down at your intertwined hands, hoping you’d recognize the same thing he was thinking.

“If this wasn’t anymore proof, then yes, I promise.”

Whatever it is you plan to tell him, there is not a single thing that would keep him from you. If you were to tell him that he was making you unhappy he’d cut himself out of your life entirely if that would keep you happy.

You fidget with his hands like you did whenever you were nervous. Tracing lines at the back of his hand and thumbing his knuckles as if you were committing them to memory. But there’s no doubt about it, you look up to meet his eyes, your heart is opened to him.

For what felt like eternity, you finally spoke up.

“I’m—”

Shapes started forming when it wasn’t there, and the space thrummed with unfamiliar energy that wasn’t of this world.

He has overstayed his welcome and the end has come to collect its debts.

You stand up before he does. Confusion and alarm contorting your face as the walls practically break off into fragments of what it once was.

Every detail was etched into his memory, the worried furrow in your eyebrow as you hauled Gabi into your arms, Gabriella’s cries when you distort before you could even take a step outside your shared home, how you begged him to just take Gabriella and go in a broken voice.

It all happened so quickly.

It’s foolish for him to think that now was any different. This wasn’t some fantasy Miguel created in his head. The fabric of reality ripping apart at the seams is happening right before him. And now here he was tearing whatever is left of this dimension all because he couldn’t face the horrible truth: you were long gone from him.

___

Miguel is back home, and still home is elsewhere. Out of this world, out of this universe to rot somewhere.

The world felt a bit heavier than usual on his shoulders, and so is the weight in his heart.

He turned away Peter’s presence and sent Lyla away for a moment alone with the same accursed envelope he’s kept all these years, digging it out of the corner of his office desk.

His thumb passes over the seal keeping it shut tight, almost running a hole through how many times he’s felt for it.

Here’s the thing about ghosts: they haunt you until they deem it’s time to leave, or when you start to notice their presence.

Such a cruel fate it must be for him to have you once or twice in his lifetime and then never again. He thinks about his variant, how his luck ran out the moment his life was taken from him too fast when it was just the beginning for him. How he’s forced to repeat the same routine of meeting and losing you again and again like hauling sand in his arms.

You told him quite insistently that he could only open it when he achieved his dream. And he’s finally realized it. And so he’s keeping that one condition with him, if only to honor your words.

But that wasn’t the case was it? The only reason he had kept it unopened and untouched all this time is so that he would have something to link back to you. Wherever you were, if by some miracle, he had found you, he’d have an excuse to meet you again.

His own words, the promise, echo in his mind.

And he hopes that one day, it will lead him back to you.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel ohara #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel makes me feel a lot of emotions ://#mc. fic

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Can I request Knights with a S/O that has a super affectionately female friend, a female friend who likes kissing and hugging (Y/N) 24/7 and have a habit of proclaiming that she and (Y/N) would get married in the future and likes claiming (Y/N), for example: "They are mine, (Y/N) is my special and precious person after all~" something like that, and the knights would be jealous of how touchy and close they both are. (I deeply apologize if this doesn't make sense, u can ignore this if u want no pressure :>>

𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏! 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎! | knights x reader

[an]: omg this took such a while, sweetheart i apologize 😭💗 i have a lot of more requests as usual, it flatters me a lot :,} but this request had to make me rethink of a lot of scenarios for each personality of the knights members :,> i tried my best and here are the results ! i made the friend someone reader knew from childhood so it’ll make sense of her closeness with y/n—tysm for requesting, lovely !

summary: they know that she’s your close friend since childhood but…at least give you some space a little !

pairing: knights x g/n!reader! [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff, small crack (on leo’s part <3)

[note: f/n - (means) friend’s name ! <3]

TSUKASA SUOU

you had been a little distracted by your daily schedule today.

not like it was your first time, you were the producer of one of the most top idol groups after all. the knights had a strict and tight routine, every action must preserve with perfection and tidiness. most likely similar to valkyrie. except less stricter. you had to help out leo with composing new songs (you had to be careful with your words or else he’ll complain like a child), help schedule for their daily photoshoot (mostly for arashi and izumi), and manage for their live concerts.

you weren’t going to lie, it was tough being a producer. you had no idea how anzu managed to keep track on all idol groups at the same time. although all she said was that ‘keep working hard’ was her daily motto. under those eyes you knew she was tired as well. however, even if you are alone in arranging all schedule for the knights, there was one person who’d help you out daily.

tsukasa. or your boyfriend perhaps.

he was the one who’d help you out whenever anzu was too busy with the other units. if you had to be honest, tsukasa was such the big help you always needed. not only did he care about his other members being a ruckus from time to time, not going through their ‘gentlemen’ acts—but he was always worried when you would overwork everyday in the knights rehearsal room. or sometimes in the practice area. you were a hardworking individual, one of the main reasons why tsukasa fell for you. you were really determined with your work, and when we have who was a worrisome like tsukasa, that’s the perfect pair.

it was arashi who had told you hints about tsukasa’s almost obvious reasons for you. she whispered it towards you one day, “you know, y/n-chan…i think tsukasa-kun likes you~” and all you reacted was your cheeks heating up right in front of her. it didn’t take too long when tsukasa finally confessed, and when the whole unit found out…let’s just say arashi almost threw a party in the rehearsal room.

never the less, it was soon forgotten about and every knight member was back to their daily lives as an idol. however…there was one person that you knew who didn’t know about your relationship with the knights member…

“hm? ritsu’s part sounded off?”

“i don’t wanna lie but yes, his voice was a little muffled somehow and i wanna contact him to the rehearsal room to fix it or else tsukinaga-san will probably have another break down,” your words whispered to tsukasa when you found him one day carrying a few boxes out of the photoshoot room where the knights will be taking in. it was just a normal summer for your unit, yet somehow leo had just composed a new song for the group (not to mention his eyes sparkled when he told everyone the new song he created) and as their producer—you called in all members to record for the song.

nonchalant, he nods, “sure, i’ll call him in the music roo—

“y/n-chan~!!!” a sudden voice from afar cut through your small talk with tsukasa. as the both of you turned to see where the voice had come from, a huge impact landed over your figure—spinning you around tight in their arms. a loud laugh echoes over the silent hallway, and tsukasa did nothing but watch in surprise. that person’s voice…wait, could it be?

“f-f/n?? w-what are you..?!” the sentence you spoke was soon cut off again from her cheeks rubbing to yours, happily. she giggles, “i finally found you~! when i found out you moved to the producer course i just can’t help but check to see if you’re really here~! and then here you are! y/n-chan~!!”

“i-i see..! but uhh…” you turned to look at your boyfriend who stood still—holding the box on his palms as he watches you and the girl who was continuing hugging you from behind. f/n seemed to notice this, and stops giggling over your neck, “hm? y/n-chan who’s that?”

you chuckled, nervously. you had forgot to told her about tsukasa. well, you just hoped this goes well. “a-ah…f/n, i forgot to tell you about him. err..f/n, this is my boyfriend; tsukasa suou. he’s from the unit i’m currently producing for,” you told her in the calmest voice you could. pray to whatever existed that she wouldn’t react like she saw the world’s biggest rat…

there was a moment of silence during that response…and afterwards, f/n spoke, a little more quiet than before she came running towards you, “eh..? y/n-chan you have a boyfriend..?” you nodded in return, “mm..”

“ah~! i see~! nice to meet you then, tsukasa-kun! i’m y/n’s bestest friend since childhood, f/n~!” the girl says before hugging your neck more tighter than before. you almost choked from her strength, seeming like a lot of force what put through emotion. tsukasa smiles before replying, “nice to meet you, too, f/n-san. i am tsukasa suou of knights. i have heard of you from y/n before in our previous talks, and i must say you two are more close than i expected.”

“right~?? after all, even if you are their boyfriend, me and y/n-chan are moreee close than you think, hehe~!” f/n responded as she lovingly rubs her cheek to yours. you chuckled awkwardly, not bothering to push her away from her grip around your neck. it was always like this, and you must say you were used to her acting like this around you. tsukasa laughs, “i see that very well. although i will do anything to protect your best friend as their boyfriend. and i can sense that you are willing to do so, as well.” you looked over to f/n to see how she reacted, but not much of a reaction at all. she still has that bubbly smile over her face. she whines, “hehh~? you’re a loyal one. y/n-chan is lucky to have you as their significant other~! but still, i wanna marry y/n-chan too in the future~! right, y/n-chan~??” she questions before rubbing her head deep on your neck. you sweatdropped.

tsukasa probably had that sheepish atmosphere surrounding his presence at the moment. you knew well, it can be read all over his face like a book while f/n continuously talks to you about topics you’re both familiar with. it didn’t take long when the members of knights walked to see what was happening and…the day ended just like that. f/n walked home early since there wasn’t any club activities for her for a while, and ritsu finally redid his part of the new song the group was making.

the sun shone bright orange through the high school corridors, signaling the afternoon brightness walking among the paths of the floors. you along with tsukasa are both cleaning up the remaining mess scattered down in the knights’ photoshoot room. leo had decided to pile up a bunch of papers filled with musical notes on the ground after he thought that maybe the song notes of the new project was a bummer (even if it totally wasn’t if you wanted to be honest). arashi chased after the king after that had happened and f/n who was watching the entire time head home not without saying a friendly and loving goodbye to you (also a tight hug).

now it was only you and tsukasa in that bare room, with the sounds of items being moved from one place to another to tidy around. it was more quiet than usual, it made you quite uncomfortable of how the tension between you two couple is blank. turning around to see how your boyfriend was doing, his back faced you, looking normal as always—yet his atmosphere seemed a bit off. walking towards him, you gave him a small tap on his shoulder. “hm? what’s up, y/n?”

“are you alright? you were really silent today after you met f/n.”

“huh..?” his face turns a little red. “a-am i? sorry, if i acted like that in your view it’s very…uncommon of me to do, i apologize,” tsukasa turns his head away, expression was visible he was sheepish. smiling, you scooted closer to take a better look at his red face, “pardon if i was incorrect, but was there something she said that made you jealous?” you questioned, and tsukasa flinches. with that reaction, you knew the answer already. “you don’t have to be jealous, right?”

“i-i know that…” ah, he’s pouting. letting out a small laugh, you went over and placed a small peck on tsukasa’s cheek, causing him to grow stunned from your sudden action. he stops to look at you, but this time, you were already facing back at him, continuing to clean the room. “i’d marry you, suou. don’t forget that.”

LEO TSUKINAGA

another day, another song composing…

and just as you thought that this wasn’t going to take forever, maybe you should really reconsider twice before thinking into agreeing with this idea. not like it was your fault, it was leo the one who forced you into helping him create a new ‘masterpiece’ for the knights’ next big hit after their song; voice of sword, began to grow bigger and bigger to the public. leo thought highly that his talents are beginning to kick off smoothly, which is why he asked you; their producer, to help him compose a new song for the group. and who were you to decline?

as the producer, it’s not just your job to arrange their schedules and guide them throughout their rehearsal sessions, but also check how their voices coordinate with their vocal composition of how the tune should truly sound like. leo had thought that this was a good opportunity to show you how the king creates new songs for his knights. the other reason was because he wanted you to see how talented he was, as a boyfriend that is.

“haha..! this is it…! i can see the infinite cosmos spreading before my eyes! look out, y/n! i, leo tsukinaga, am once again creating a brand new masterpiece—hahaha…!” leo excitedly yells before gathering the papers in one hand and throwing them in the air. you let out a tired sigh, “leo…you know you didn’t really need to do that every time you found an idea for your song..” you told him, picking up the scattered papers on the floor. leo scoffs proudly, “it’s just a thing geniuses do…though, it became a habit i don’t think i can stop myself from doing it soon, hehe..”

“well it’s not like i can refrain you from doing that. so, to the next verse of the song shall it be—

“y/n-chan i found you..!”

as a huge impact collided over to the hem of your neck, a certain person who you’re familiar with started spinning over around your figure like you were a swing, using your neck as a hold in order not to fall. you yelped out, and leo was surprised as well. “y/n-chan~!”

“f-f/n?? what are you doing here?!” you managed to stutter out in return. you looked over to your boyfriend to see if he was acting alright, “f/n?” leo asked afterwards, looking bewildered of your female friend’s appearance out of thin air. you chuckled nervously at his words and f/n soon spoke once more, “y/n-chan who’s that guy over there? an acquaintance?”

“ah…errr, well…” how should you form this into words towards her? you had completely forgotten to tell f/n about your relationship with leo, it was one thing and you had screwed it up, miserably. letting out a sigh—you introduced her to the ginger haired male, “f/n, this is leo tsukinaga. a member of the unit i’m producing for and uhh…my boyfriend. leo, this is f/n, a childhood friend of mine,” there was a momentum of silence before f/n once again spoke, still hanging onto your neck as usual, “heh~? y/n-chan’s got a boyfriend? he doesn’t look like what i expected, though~ still..! y/n-chan will still marry to me..! right~??” she says, and leo winces from her reaction as f/n rubs on your cheek. he fumes a bit, and you know that when leo fumes like that, the whole hallway would catch attention to your small circle.

walking next to your side, leo drags you on the arm, and hugs you close to him. your face turned red of how close you both are. you didn’t had to see f/n’s face of what her reaction would be, the answer was pretty obvious even with your eyes closed. “hey! what do you mean they’ll be marrying you?! i’m not letting that happen, you alien..!” he retorts as he pointed towards f/n. your eyes flashed white when leo called her an ‘alien.’ and now it was f/n’s turn to fume in anger, “hah?! that’s rude! i don’t even know you much yet but you’re calling me an alien without even giving a friendly introduction?! y/n, this guy’s not good for you! just stay with me instead!”

“no way you’re taking y/n from me..!” leo yells back, now hugging you tighter than before. “they’re mine! and once it’s mine will always be mine!” was his reply. silence, came afterwards. f/n’s eyes widen, and you had to catch your breath from his reply. however the argument over you didn’t end there, as leo and f/n continuously yelled at one another. and as expected, a small audience formed around your group of three and watched as the two bombard each other with hilarious insults and other words that you couldn’t quite recall. soon later, the other knight members dragged leo away and you had a small talk with f/n on the other side to explain about it.

at the end of the day, f/n said nothing much and it concerned you about it was very unlikely for her to do so. you guessed she was a little upset of how you didn’t even told her about your relationship with leo, and you truly can’t even blame her. as you walked back to the rehearsal room, you would think that the other members of knights would be there, talking to your lover—but no, only leo was inside. he was writing down music notes as always, and you frowned of how he didn’t even turn to look at you.

“leo?” you called. no reply. he was mad. waking to his side, he still didn’t bother to turn his head away from the scattered papers. you sighed, “are you angry?”

“i am.” he finally replied with a pout. another sigh escalated out from your mouth. “you know you could’ve been a little more nicer with f/n..” leo ignores your comment and continued to write down on the messy papers. cracking a small smile, you placed a small kiss on the side of his forehead and started to walk away to give the male some space, yet that plan was soon ruined when leo took a grab of your hand and held it tightly. figures, you knew he couldn’t stay mad at you for long. “stay..” you hear him mutter underneath his breath.

“are you not angry anymore?”

“don’t get the wrong idea, i’m still mad…” he says with a tone you expect he tried his best to sound angry. laughing, you grabbed a chair and stayed by his side until he was done composing the song. in the end, you noticed how the both of you were still holding hands.

IZUMI SENA

“that’s perfect. alright onto the next one.”

nodding your head, you signaled tsukasa to remove the remaining props off the view from the camera that helped from the previous photoshoot. today, was the day of the photoshoot in the knights’ photo room where they model for the upcoming yumenosaki’s private academy sponsor. it was required for each member to have a solo photoshoot after the group pictures have been successfully taken. now that it was izumi’s turn (aka, your modeling boyfriend), you had to make sure that the shoots were in absolute perfection (same goes to arashi).

the point of the photoshoots were to catch attention of girls or anyone who’s interested in idols in particular. and since knights were often the main shot other than trickstar or undead, the school decided that knights would be the main one for this upcoming fest. as the main producer for the knights, you managed to hire a photographer from the school to take photos of your unit with the amount of payment placed on your hands. all was going very well you must say, everyone did their best to keep ritsu awake during the whole progress and on the end, not much disaster was fueled in the room.

after the photoshoots were finished, you took a good look at the shots one by one before you only grabbed the good ones from the takes, and delightfully payed the photographer who had helped. during the break before practice starts once again, ritsu had run off to find a place to nap, leo went out to grab some drinks along with tsukasa to help him out, and arashi had to go to the bathroom real quick. so it was just you and izumi in the room.

“all of these shots are perfect..! that photographer was really nice to take these for us. and we’re even lucky enough to be chosen for the school’s sponsor,” you say, relooking at the pictures you’re going to use for your banner. izumi smiles over behind you and scoffs proudly, “right? i gotta say, these images are clearer than what i had thought from the camera he’s using. i can see my beauty just perfectly in each angle.” the male takes a hold of your hand and pulls the laptop where the photos had been moved closer to his view as he sighs with satisfaction, “we did a great job.”

“good work today, sena. with this quality i’ll be able to finish my work in no time..!”

knock knock!

the two of you turned your heads to where the knocks had came directly from. facing the door, you stood up and walked over to open it, thinking it was maybe just some of your members about to enter. izumi had a hold of your laptop and continued to look at the photos.

“what took you guys so lo—

“y/n-chan~!”

the sudden action immediately made you jump back in astonishment. by the time izumi had turned his head to check what happened, the next thing he saw was a very clingy female figure wrapped around your arm, your faces really really close to one another. his eyes widen a bit. just who does she think she is?

“f-f/n-chan…? what are you—

“i was feeling lonely without you, y/n-chan~” the girl cuts you off, wrapping her arm tighter around yours as she rubbed her head close to your neck. you let out an awkward laugh. how in the hell did this girl managed to go through this side of the building..? she’s neither in the producer course nor in the idol course at all ! she’ll be kicked out right away. though if she would really do something risky like that just to see you…well, you gotta say that it’s flattering—but it’s a little embarrassing to see her do something like this the first thing she sees you again.

“oi..! who are you?” you looked over izumi who wore the most perplexed look ever you have seen on him. expected. he had placed your laptop to the side along with the makeup used for today’s photoshoot. yelping a small gasp, you looked over f/n who was still clinging happily on your arm. “ah, i almost forgot…sena, this is f/n—a childhood friend of mine…f/n, this is izumi sena…my…boyfriend and a member of knights…” f/n winces from shock, maybe that reply didn’t turn out to be that bad. “geh?! you’re dating izumi sena of knights?! which one of you confessed??”

“does that really matter??”

“it was sena..”

“oi!”

“eh??? you’re so amazing, y/n-chan! not only did several people had a crush on you before but now you’re pulling idols! i can’t blame them, though, you’re so perfect which is why i love you so much~!” f/n went back to rubbing her cheek close to yours as she giggled, and this sight wasn’t something izumi liked at all. close, she was too close. “so uhh..” izumi begun, starting to make a conversation. “you guys are friends since childhood?”

“mhm! our mothers worked at the same job! and because of it, they introduced us to one another which ended up like this! y/n-chan is very precious to me, losing them would be the last thing i want. not only that. i promised y/n-chan that i would marry them in the future~! hehe~!” an irk mark appeared over izumi’s forehead, trying to keep his composure down. “i-is that so? i see you two are close ahahaha…”

“we are..! however we’re much more closer than you think, izumi-san!” another irk mark. “i see that…hey y/n, it’s a little hot don’t you think? don’t you need a little more space?”

“huh? oh no it’s fine…! don’t worry, f/n’s always like this and i’m used to it already,” you responded, and when a third irk mark appeared over izumi’s forehead, it was almost visible he was jealous. izumi scooted closer to you, grabbing your other arm that was free from your best friend’s tight grasp—and pulled you away a little. “well i don’t really care much but i do know is that we should really get ready soon before the others return don’t you think?” he says, and you blinked twice. “oh yes! f/n-chan i’ll go hang out with you later instead…is it ok if you leave for now? i have a lot of stuff to take care of for my unit…” f/n was a little eager not to let go, however since your excuse was real, she still did. “sure~! i’ll see you later then~! let’s buy ice cream! nice to meet you, too, izumi-san! cya~!” and just like that she left the room.

you can hear izumi let out a breath of relief after she walked out, scratching the hem of his neck with a stressed sigh. you smiled at him, “i’m really sorry about her, she’s just always been that clingy and close to me..” izumi shakes his head, declining to your apology. “it’s not that. does that girl know anything about personal space? jeez she’s been rubbing her cheek over yours for like forever! doesn’t that get annoying for you???” izumi was irritated, you knew that. but there was this other expression on him that you can’t quite fuse together of what it was.

“i wouldn’t even be surprised if one day she just straights up kidnaps you to go out with her. what an annoying girl.”

“you’re the one to talk, sena. you kidnapped makoto-kun, you know? let’s not forget that.”

“i-i have a good reason to do so!”

“he won’t immediately go back to his modeling career if you force him like that..!” you say as izumi turns his back around you. he’s angry, you can tell. him acting like a pouty child who won’t get his favorite toy, you almost giggled of how adorable izumi looked at this very moment. you wanted to squeeze his cheeks. “sena~ look at me please.”

“shut it..”

you walked in front of him with both of your arms behind your back, a small sly smile cracked over your face as izumi quickly looked away from you. “are you mad? your face is pouting i can tell.” he didn’t reply, instead just crosses his arms together and shuts his eyes closed. you can spot a small blush began to warm over his cheeks. “are you somewhat embarrassed that you’re feeling—

“shut up!” he yells, now covering his face with a single palm. laughing once again, you calmly rested your head to the side of his shoulder, hands still behind your back as you can feel izumi’s warmth go down a bit when you laid your head down. “i still love you, you know that right?” you questioned to him. izumi says nothing. his eyes were still avoiding you. “sena~”

“you’re marrying me,” izumi finally spoke, his voice calm. “and i’m marrying you. with that vow you swore to keep your promise at heart, got it?”

ARASHI NARUKAMI

and that was the last one…

“yay! y/n-chan’s finished!” arashi’s voice echoed through the room as you pressed the return button at your laptop, signaling of how you finally completed your task for the day. as usual, you were doing producer work after the modeling agency came over to check on the knights for their next theme to use. arashi was over to your side after she rested to become a ‘moral support’ as you worked. if you were to be honest, your girlfriend had worked way more harder than you. she just recently finished 5 different lives from yesterday and still trained hard for today’s modeling shoot and for the new project you’re coming up with the help of leo like always.

as you stretched, arashi clapped her hands with a huge smile on her face—signaling you that she was delighted you were done. “good work today, y/n! you worked really hard, i’m proud..!”

“thank you, arashi-chan. but i still feel like i’m missing something…” arashi frowns upon hearing this. you overworking yourself was the last thing she’ll ever want to happen before whatever life falls. “y/n-chan, you should take a rest for a while. you’ve been doing nothing but work! i’m getting quite worried about your health,” she says, and you chuckled when she grabbed your hand with both of her palms. arashi has always been a worrisome and very caring, you were sure she did deserve the title as the big sister of the knights due to her selflessness and kind behavior.

if there was one thing you’d sacrifice for this girl, it’ll be the whole world no doubt. though arashi would decline that offer for sure. “i-i’m fine no worries…! it’s just a thought, ‘not like i’ll redo my job again after it takes me forever to write one stanza,” you replied, piling about your finished files of paperwork together alongside with closing your laptop on the table. arashi smiles before hugging you close to her warm figure, “there, there..you worked hard enough that’s ok~ now, we have to head straight to the rehearsal room~! the king has an announcement about the project we’re working for next.” she says, sounding delighted about the project’s mention. with a smile to each other, the two of you headed off outside the room to walk straight to the rehearsal area.

the rehearsal room was on the third floor, and you and arashi were on the second, so it was only one stairway ahead. during the walk, you and your girlfriend had a talk about hanging out for a while after practice before heading home. she decided that maybe shopping to the newly built dessert store nearby with mika could be a plan, so you both went on with that.

“i heard that the tarts they sold there was divine~! not only did it come with different berry flavors, but also comes with apple, banana and many more fruit flavors~! i’m so excited! i wanna try them out!”

“ehh? they sell tarts? i wonder if i could find an apple pie there…i really wanna try one..”

“hm? oh! it’s y/n-chan..! y/n-chan~!” and just as you thought you and arashi would be able to make it upstairs, a familiar voice echoes through the corridor of the hallways. you along with arashi stopped at your tracks when a figure began to ran towards you with full speed. you let out a yelp when the person jumped into your arms, caging you in a big teddy bear hug. you almost choked from the pressure. “f-f/n-chan w-wait i can’t breathe…”

“my, my,” you heard arashi mutter. f/n saw your reaction and quickly lightened her grip around you, laughing at the progress. “sorry, y/n-chan~ i was just excited to see you that’s all~”

“e-excited to see me?? w-wait what are you doing here at the idol building?! didn’t you only enter the normal course??”

“well about that~”

the conversation was soon cut when the two of you heard arashi laugh softly at the background, her palm covering her mouth as she did so. as soon as she stopped, she smiles like an angel, “oh dear, well aren’t you two humorous. i’m glad to see that y/n-chan is also close to other people other than anzu-chan and my unit,” she spoke, and f/n blinked twice in confusion. “who are you? i haven’t seen you before…”

“ah how rude of me. allow me to introduce myself..” arashi fixes her posture, her right hand placed right on her chest and the left slid calmly on the side, earning a gentleman like pose to the both of your view. “i am arashi narukami of the unit knights. however you may call me ‘onee-chan’ if you’d like~ it is very nice to meet you,” arashi introduces, flawlessly with a bow. f/n’s eyes sparkled as she wrapped her hands around your arm tighter, “nice to meet you, too! i’m f/n, a childhood friend of y/n-chan! say, i haven’t really heard of the unit knights before…i think i should stop always going to fine’s concerts for once.”

“oh there’s no need to, dear…! but i’d be glad if you did visit our lives from time to time. it’ll mean a lot to my unit and to y/n-chan as well~” the aura was soon replaced by a bubbly and calm atmosphere between your two close and most important people to you. arashi and f/n appeared to be liking one another’s company so far, and nevertheless—there was no sense of negativity between their conversation. it was just a normal chat.

“my~ you and y/n-chan are really close, huh?”

“mhm~! ever since we were kids, i’ve always wanted to be next to y/n-chan no matter what~! after all, we’re getting married soon~ right, y/n-chan~?” f/n began to lovingly rub her cheek to yours, and you laughed nervously. arashi chuckles from this, “my, you two are close indeed. it puts a smile to my face how you two get along so very well from childhood to today.”

“of course~ i wouldn’t dare to hurt my precious y/n-chan~!”

“precious, huh…?” arashi murmurs underneath her breath. f/n noticed this, “is there something you said?”

“ah..! no, it was nothing~ say, me and y/n-chan have some business to take care of in my unit. how about we chat again later during break? i would like to know more about your relationship with them for certain that’s for sure. if it’s ok with you..” the big sister questions, a kind and warm tone in her voice as she did. this got into f/n, and you can sense that she trusts arashi already. “oh sure~! i would love to~! as long as y/n-chan is there that is~!”

“i’m glad you accepted~!” suddenly, arashi pulls you away from f/n’s grasp, still wearing a lovely smile on her face as she drags the both of you away from your friend who looked bewildered of what just happened. “we’ll catch up with you later then~! bye bye~!” and just like that you both continued on with walking towards the rehearsal room.

as you looked at arashi, she looked pretty nonchalant. that adorable grin she always wears on her face, her hair was little fixated to the left, not like the usual of her hairstyle, and her eyes were closed shut. you began to speak, “arashi-chan, you good?”

“hm? me? of course i am, why are you asking?”

“n-nothing. it’s just you dragged me so suddenly i got a little surprised and i thought you were angry or something…” you responded and arashi stopped from walking. you too stopped. “i’m not angry. what gave you that idea?”

“errr…well, in the entire time f/n was being completely clingy to me, you looked different. as if it was like you were forcing your expressions on over your face so…” as that reply erupted out of your mouth, arashi’s face switched to a baffled look to a face who forced herself not to laugh. your face turns red when she did. “w-what’s so funny??” you asked, and arashi slowly wipes a tear off her eyes from laughing, “pfft, haha..! y/n-chan, do you think i was jealous during there?” she says.

“eh…?”

“ahh…i really couldn’t hide anything much from you can i? you really are wise, y/n-chan. no wonder why i fell for you~” arashi slowly wraps her arms around your neck behind you, her face resting on your shoulder as you can feel her smile over your neck, “i actually liked f/n-chan. she’s really friendly i can tell. i was a little jealous when she said that she’s going to marry you. but i trust y/n-chan enough to know that they’re with me…” your face warms up again when arashi speaks.

“you know, about the invitation i gave to her, i really can’t wait to tell her that it’s us that’s dating and together~ how rude of me, am i right?”

RITSU SAKUMA

“ah…y/n..! sorry if you’re busy, but ritsu is snoozing off somewhere again..! do you mind looking for him? practice is about to begin soon..!”

“oh sure..!”

as you stood up from the desk, pausing your work for the moment to look for the young vampire, you excused yourself out of the training room to begin your search. ritsu, has been more inactive lately after knights’ practice. you really couldn’t blame the guy, practice these days has been more tough due to the dream fest coming up, leo was once again off somewhere, and it was izumi who was in charge at the moment. and because it was izumi, ritsu was a little more pressured with his dance moves. and due to it, he had to nap every hour after practice or even during breaks. poor guy. it was really tiring.

walking out of the room, you began to walk towards the school garden to look for him. you had asked isara already if he’s seen the vampire around but, to no avail. so, you had to look for him yourself. the school garden was vast, no doubt that it would be extremely difficult to look for ritsu in an area like that. for the years you knew him, ritsu liked napping in places like this—open air, sun shining warmly, and a silent sanctuary that rhythms in the wind, it was a perfect place to sleep in. anzu had asked you if you could tell ritsu to just nap in the infirmary beds, but you already knew what his answer would be.

2 minutes had passed, and you still couldn’t spot the male napping anywhere. ‘maybe he’s sleeping in the gazebo…i know he likes staying there from time to time…’ you thought to yourself as you turned around to check. not even seconds has passed, and you felt two hands cover both of your eyes from behind your back, and you froze. “guess who~?” a voice asks, bubbly. your earned a gasp from your mouth at the realization and familiarization of the voice. “f/n is that you?”

“ding ding~!” the pair of hands were removed and arms were now placed around your neck, pulling you into a very tight hug. f/n laughs cheerfully, “y/n-chan~! i’m so happy you’re here~! are you here to see me~?” she questions, you chuckled sheepishly. f/n, a close friend of yours since childhood after your mother had invited her friend from her work along with her daughter (which was her). besides being actually a wise girl, she is very touchy and clingy to you despite rarely spending time with her during high school after you both moved to yumenosaki. never the less, you were glad she was still friends with you, it just brings a smile over your face of how she never changed.

“aha…well, actually, f/n…i was just here to—

“they’re here to look for me.”

another pair of hands were wrapped around your left arm from the front, making you and f/n turn to look to where the direction of male voice came from. and as expected, it was no one other than ritsu sakuma of knights. you smiled in relief. thank goodness he’s here. you can finally head back to continue your work. “ritsu-kun..! there you are..!”

“sorry, n/n-chan, did i worry you?” ritsu looks over to your eyes and hugs your arm, his face rubbing close to your neck. you shivered, and f/n’s face grows surprised. “ah, no worries—i didn’t look around for too long, it’s alright.” you told to him with a gentle voice. ritsu smiles softly as he pulls you closer to his side. the grip of f/n’a arms slowly lighten.

“y/n-chan, is that ritsu sakuma of knights…?!” she asks, and you looked over to her. “ah, yes..”

“and you must be f/n, right? nice to meet you, n/n-chan has been talking about you lately,” the ravenette says, nonchalantly. you turned to him, flushed. really was unnecessary to say, yet you had no idea why he had to mention that. you weren’t really talking a lot about f/n, it’s just the thought that you two aren’t spending a lot with each other just bothers you a bit. besides, you and ritsu are technically dating so, who were you to not talk about a very close friend of yours, right?

with that response, f/n’s eyes sparkled, and you were close to do facepalm. “do they~?! aw y/n-chan you really do love me~!!” now f/n was pulling you back to her side, her hug getting tighter than before. you almost choked. “y/n-chan, let’s get married, can we~?? i love, love, love, love, loveeee you so much~! kyaa~!” f/n squeals, and you looked over to where ritsu was at. he was not having it. oh dear. you knew something was about to go down.

“i’m sorry but i’m afraid that’s not happening.”

you and f/n both froze as you looked at ritsu with shocked expressions. ritsu frowns as e pulls you back to his side, fully this time. “n/n-chan is mine. we’re together, i’m not just giving them to you,” ritsu says, before sticking his tongue out. your eyes grew wide as he did. f/n’s face turned pale in astonishment. “h-hah?? you and y/n-chan are..?”

“going out. yes. is there a problem?” ritsu questions, hugging you tighter. at this point, you were close to not letting anyone hug you for the rest of the day. f/n shakes her head, looking still stunned, “n-no..! not at all it’s just..!”

“ah, i forgot. n/n-chan it’s time for practice, we should head back now or else sen-chan would give me an earful again,” ritsu almost cuts her off as he ignores f/n in front and looked at you with a kind smile. “see you later, f/n. bye bye,” was the last thing he told towards f/n before pulling you along with him back to the training room. you waved goodbye to f/n as well, apologizing too in the process before you left. as ritsu drags you along with him, you looked at him, a little angry, “that was a bit rude, don’t you think?”

“she’s annoying. i don’ like loud people like her..”

“still..! you could’ve at least talked to her a little nicer…! i gets she’s too clingy and all but—

your sentence was cut short as a pair of soft lips gave you a quick peck on yours. you stood in surprise, and ritsu laughs at your reaction. “ahaha…your face looks adorable when you’re stunned. that’s what i love about you. i don’t like it when other people are clingy to you other than me. only i’m allowed to do that…” even though ritsu’s voice was like in a whisper, his tone sounded completely honest.

now placing his head on your shoulder, ritsu looks over to your red face, “besides, i like going around and telling others we’re dating. reason one is to know that i’m yours, and number two is so i can see how your face glows red,” ritsu whispers over your ear.

maybe you had to visit the infirmary after.

a/n: SORRY IF RITSU’S WAS SHORT </33

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Cherished Spirits (18+)

Part 5 of Ghosts and Mirages

Warning: Fluff, angst, jealousy mentions, mental health struggles. Unprotected sex, oral (giving), deepthroating, overstimulation. Mirror Sex.

!Please Beware!

Summary: Ghost has been there. He’s always been there, watching over you like a second shadow, concerned for your sanity and safety, and you’re worried it’s taking a toll on him. You're desperate to understand how he sees you, eager to figure out if he views you the way you view him.

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The utter irony of not being able to fully rest the moment you finally got a chance to after so long. It reminded you of early mornings where you dreaded waking up to go to school, desperately eager to reach the weekend to sleep in, only for you to rise just as early as the sun and never achieve that moment of pure rest.

You were only able to get a somewhat full night’s rest when Ghost left, yet every day after that for the past seven days, you were left waking up painfully early, despite your persistent urge to sleep in. You’d close your eyes in attempt of a short nap, only to fail and give up with disgruntled disappointment.

It’s felt longer than a week since he had left, leaving you all this time to rest and contemplate on everything that’s happened. Your mind was constantly occupied between Ghost’s choice words and the loss over your latest mission. You didn’t even care if it was deemed a success by officials, the emotions you felt after constantly proved you completely otherwise.

For the first two mornings you’ve remained in bed, barely containing the appetite to eat breakfast, just mindlessly keeping your dog tags clutched in your right hand in your solitude. While constantly brushing your thumb over his description, it occurred to you how you’ve never really seen him wear dog tags before. Maybe he just wasn’t a fan, or maybe he didn’t like how they felt.

Like hell if you even knew he wore them, especially with all the gear and layers of clothing he adorns on a daily basis. Even with every layer off, they still weren’t visibly seen. You know that, you would’ve remembered otherwise.

At the very least, you were well aware now that he was wearing them from now on, at least you hoped so.

It was times like these you really lived up to your codename. The semi-masked Sergeant, the only female of the special task force being seen in a certain area on base, only to be gone almost in the blink of an eye by recruits who weren’t familiar to you. Walking out on the track on late evenings until your ankle couldn’t bare it, rarely in the mess hall during lunch or dinner, keeping to yourself in the shooting range when your ankle and side wound weren’t as sore to allow you to shift various positions, wearing a tight, adjustable ankle brace so you could walk somewhat properly, thin enough to wear so you could keep your boot on.

You had a reputation to keep up with after all, you weren’t going to stop just because you couldn’t walk that great, despite the pain it gave you. At least it wasn’t a torn ligament, otherwise you would've been left suffering a lot longer.

On the third day in the early evening, Price himself requested you in his office. You eventually made your way there to find him doing paperwork at his desk, looking up towards you once he cleared you to come in. “You needed to see me, sir?”

He gestured his hand over across from him. On the other side of his desk was a cup of coffee and one of your favorite snacks, with a chair scooted closer so you could be comfortable. “Sit. Office is too quiet, needed someone talkative to fix that.”

You walked over to the desk, slowly picking up the mug of coffee. Just the fragrance of it sent you back to your nights sitting beside her, recalling how much sugar packets she had put in by accident while distracted by your banter, only for it to become a temporary tradition.

“Don’t like it black?” Price spoke up, ripping you from the tendrils of the memory. “Got some bourbon if you wanna spice it up.”

Smiling a bit, you sat down in your seat and took a slow sip, tasting just a hint of sugar. “That’s against the rules, Captain.”

“Hmm,” He smirked just a bit, eyes occupied on uniform words on paper. “Not in my office.”

What started over a simple cup of coffee and an hour of chatter lead to the next few evenings spent in his office, making you become an unofficial companion while he sorted reports and filed paperwork. He ended up being right in the end, your talkative nature peeking through as you two spoke of life and silly misadventures, which he was more than glad to share just to laugh at the twisted expressions on your face.

He even showed you what your official file looked like after a long discussion on why he named the task force it’s given name. Looking at the printed photo on the first page had you feeling strange: It was you of course, a bit younger and a lot more wide eyed to the world, holding too many high hopes over promises you wish could’ve come true. You read over your name, your given expertise, and your summarized paragraphs of what you’ve accomplished to get where you were now.

It was so odd seeing your face without your given scar, a small, constant reminder to not be so hard on the woman you once were for your own personal sake. You worked so hard to get here, you owed her that much to keep on going.

As the clock reached a quarter past five on Sunday, you asked Price what reports he was working on this time to break the momentary silence. He tilts his head and was prepared to answer, only to repeat the words he just read while running his pen along the sentence, almost forgetting what you asked.

“Oh, Drug bust. Bloody muppets smuggling bombs alongside some of the usual substances.”

“Ah.” You leaned your head back, looking towards the ceiling fan for the hundredth time. “I think they might remove my stitches on Monday.”

“That good- “

“But I was wondering if there was an upcoming briefing perhaps, maybe a mission out on-“

“No,” His tone grew quite firm instantly. “That’s out of the question.”

Sitting up, you frowned at the man, despite him either not meeting your gaze, or not caring to.

“No offense John, but what good am I if I’m stuck here doing nothing?” You gestured your hands up, setting them down on your lap with a small groan. "It barely hurts now, I can still hold a gun."

"Yet can you run when things get intense? I can tell it's you comin' down the hall from all the shuffling since day one." He tapped his pen against the desk, gesturing towards your leg.

“The greatest thing you can do right now is takin’ care of yourself, I can’t have you running around at risk for more injuries, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it from the others.” He’d glance up at you every now and then, making sure to keep that fair amount of eye contact so you were aware he was listening.

“Why the others?”

“They’re worried, believe it or not,” Price sat forward after closing a file, setting his elbows on the table. “Just like I am.”

You tilted your head, keeping your folded arms settled over your lap, crossing your legs in your seat.

“No no, don’t look at me like that. You’re here now but before, you’ve kept to yourself, you barely eat. Space is important, I understand that, but too much of it can do more harm than good.”

“At least I’m here now.” You reached to your coffee cup, taking a sip of the lukewarm, lightly sweetened beverage. “That’s usually what matters.” You stared down at your half empty cup, your coffee revealing to you your own reflection from the abyss at the bottom of the mug.

“You know, Ghost,” You look up at Price once he mentions his name. “Simon asks of you a lot,” he states, folding his hands together in front of him on the table.

“Quite often in fact. Regardless of how little he speaks beyond official orders, he speaks of you regardless.”

“Okay. Why’re you telling me this?” You ask, feeling your heart jolt a little at the sudden mention of him.

“Because he cares for you, again, just like we do. The world knows Ghost, but I know Simon. Don’t know exactly what he thinks, but maybe he sees a part of himself in you. It’s been like that since… well, since a few months back.” He stands, picking up his stack of finished files before proceeding towards the nearest filing cabinets. “Anyway, if you need someone more professional to talk to, I can getcha someone. Or one of the men can provide, you know I’m always available, sure Simon is as well.”

For a moment or two, you suspected Price to bring up knowing about whatever was going on between the two of you, but now, you were left even more confused than before. What did he mean when he said Simon saw something in you? What an odd statement.

“Price, what’s his story?” His hands seemed to slow from your sudden question, peering over his shoulder a little.

“Why do you ask?”

“I’m curious.” Was all you could say at first, though your curiosity was beyond piqued. “What did you mean he saw something in me? Like, past wise?”

“Honestly kid, His story is... not a good one, and it’s not mine to share.”

Again. That was the second time someone rejected telling you more about Simon Riley, the man who put his darkened spirit first as a coverup before himself. It got you wondering, ever since your capture and rescue, obviously he acted different towards you. He wouldn’t really have cared for your well being after that… unless he went through something similar.

Or worse.

The realization dawned on you when you gulped down the rest of your coffee. It made you want to see Simon now more than ever, but you weren't really sure when he was coming back. All you had to do was wait.

“Look, John, I really appreciate it,” You rose from your seat, taking your coffee cup with you as you got the urge to change the subject. “Really, I do, but I’ll be okay. I’m sure you’re well aware that in this line of work, we just… just.“

You tried to find a way to say it better without sounding so cruel. Have casualties, lose people? It happens all the time? There wasn’t really any way of saying it respectfully.

Price was well aware of this, closing the filing drawer shut before turning to you with a slightly somber look in his eyes, telling you he knew exactly what you meant.

“I’m not telling you this only as a captain, but as a friend, Y/n. Don’t keep it bottled, or else it’ll just get worse.”

You nodded, turning towards the direction to leave. You stopped once you saw an apple sitting abandoned by the right-hand side of his desk, something left over from his late lunch perhaps.

“You gonna eat that?” You gesture to his apple.

Price extends his hand out. “By all means.”

“Thanks.” Smiling, you reached over and swiped it for yourself.

“Hope you don’t plan on fillin’ up with just that, go eat, go rest. No more talks of jobs until next week. At the very least.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Your feet led you back towards the shooting range, once again working on your prized skills that have kept others alive under your watch. A major part of being a sniper is to remain extremely focused, the slightest drift of the mind in the heat of the moment could ruin anything and everything. You had to constantly remind yourself that, your storming thoughts making each pause between every bullet fired grow a bit longer than the last.

You were heavily occupied on Ghost, your mind rushing with possibilities on what could’ve happened to him in his past. A part of you wanted to ask, but you were worried over prodding old wounds.

Why did you really wanna know so badly? You bit your lip in thought over pondering that question, finally reaching over towards your neglected apple, bringing it closer to your mouth.

“Don’t think you’re allowed to have food out here,” You turned your head to see Kyle approaching, seeing you smile a bit before tossing him the apple, watching him catch it in his right hand.

“Whatcha doing all the way out here, kid?”

“Just needed to clear my head," You gestured towards your rifle. "The usual."

“Ah,” He looked down at the apple then towards your targets, seeing minimal clouds cover the soft, pastel skies that announced the beginning of the setting sun. “How’re you holdin’ up?”

“I’m fine.” You shrugged.

“Fine as in, no, or yes?”

“Fine as in decent. Little better than yesterday.”

After setting everything away and calling it a day, Kyle invited you to go take a walk with him out on the track. While most people were occupied with dinner in the mess hall, it gave the two of you a nice, semi-quiet ambience to talk privately. It was a slow walk, especially with your healing ankle, but he matched your pace for your sake. He let you talk about anything and everything you wanted, encouraging you to get your mind flowing. In retort to this, you pushed him to tell some stories of his past occupation, watching him smile with one hand shoved into his pocket while retelling the funniest memories he could recall from the top of his head.

That's how it was between the two of you for a good twenty minutes or so, unaware of the game you absentmindedly created with the apple, passing the fruit back and forth when it was the other's turn to speak.

Eventually, you brought up the topic of your old group of friends. Your friends were different, mischievous, and kind; The kind to shove their heads out from the back of music blaring cars to feel the wind though their hair, the ones who would all walk home with you through the late hours of the night to make sure you got home safe. As much as you missed them, they were also blunt risk takers, dragging along a much younger you, who had never tasted the strong, bitter excitement on your tongue from getting away with something wrong.

That got you into retelling an old story one of your friends assumably shared, clutching the apple in your left hand as you did so. You told Kyle the story how it was told to you; your friends, half of them under the influence of alcohol, started some sort of fight outside a music blaring bar.

Somehow, one of your friends managed to get their hands on a rusted scrap metal pipe from the nearest dumpster, climbing herself over on the hood of a sleek, expensive looking car. Screaming further towards the owner of said vehicle, who had been shouting at her to get off, watched as she proceeded to bash the windshield in on the driver's side, screaming with each hit.

“How in hell did they not get arrested??” His shocked expression made you smile big, almost snorting in disbelief.

“Beats me, I should’ve been there to see it. Just this girl in a silver sequin dress, six-inch heels standing over the hood.” You spoke in past tense, giving him another shrug. “Turns out that guy was a drill Seargent I think. The memory's kinda fuzzy."

“Did he tell her to enlist after she got out of prison?”

"Oh, they never got caught."

Come to think of it, your memory was more fuzzier than you realized. You could only imagine how sore your feet would’ve been in such heels while running from the cops. Were you wearing heels that night? Was it you who did that?

"What happened to your friends?”

“We grew apart after a while.” You smiled somberly, coming to a stop in your walk. “I enlisted when I realized that I could be better than what I was getting dragged into. I’m still close with one or two of them, but everyone just moved on.”

The faint buzzing of propellers had your voice lowering towards the end of your sentence, both heads shifting towards the skies, seeing large black aircrafts coming from the direction of the sun.

"Think that's Ghost?" Your thoughts morphed into a softly spoken question without you realizing it, getting Kyle's attention.

"Maybe." He looked to the expression on your face, finally turning your gaze away when the concentrated rays from the setting sun started making your eyes water.

“So, tell it to me straight. Did something happen between you two a while back?” His question had you looking at him with utter surprise after wiping away your tears. Did something happen, how? What kind of answer was he looking for?

“Why, did you want something to happen? Is there some secret bet?” You asked, bringing your hand up to wipe your other eye. "Is John in on it?"

“It wouldn’t be fun if I told you there was.”

“Will you split the money if I tell you the truth?”

“How much?”

“Fifty fifty, obviously.”

“No.” Kyle frowned.

“Then no.” You smiled, watching him huff and smirk. Gesturing his head towards the direction of the landing zone, the two of you proceeded in that direction, still matching your pace despite their now being a bit of an encouraging spring in your step.

“So… I didn't hear a no back there. That mean you like him?"

You stopped, glaring at him as he stopped two steps ahead of you. Your sudden silence made his brows raise a bit, watching for any subtle change in your demeanor; A deflate in your shoulders, a subtle nod, something, but no. Nothing.

“Oi, There’s the shinin’ Bonnie lass I know!” Soap’s voice came to you a little by surprise, walking towards the both of you. Seeing him come closer made you notice how much his hair had grown since you last saw him, remembering him wearing a helmet the night you came back. "Good to see you're still livin' and all."

“Damn John, you need to cut your hair! I didn’t know it was curly.”

“Aye, that’s what I hate ‘bout it.” Running his hand along his grown out mohawk, feeling the wavy strands through his fingertips. "The hell you two doin' out here?"

"Watching the troops come back."

“Agh, speak of the devil,” Soap looks overhead, seeing a few more aircrafts coming overhead to land. “Think that’s Ghost up in there?”

The three of you walked the rest of the way towards the site, hearing multiple loud engines whirring down as they officially settled, large doors opening to reveal the return of the troops.

Despite the far distance, it was almost impossible to miss the tall British man walk down the ramp onto solid ground, still wearing the same outfit you last saw him wearing the night he left.

It was almost like he knew you were staring at him as he turned his head towards the familiar three-person group that made their way onto the landing zone, his footsteps coming to a stop.

You've been walking around, that's the second thought he had in his head, the first one being pure surprise that you were out here. Were you waiting for him this entire time? You were as beautiful as you were stubborn.

With the setting sun blaring against the back of his head, he could almost make out every detail of your face, the reflection of the sun illuminating every strand of hair on your head, causing your squinting eyes to glow gold. He would've expected to find you resting in bed, but it made sense for you not to stay still for too long. It slightly warmed his heart to know your familiar face was the first one he saw once he landed. It was more than enough to momentarily forget the ache in his joints, the burn in his fingers when he clenched them, and the sting of his minor wounds.

Staring at him started bringing some interesting thoughts to mind, being fueled by the energetic excitement you felt deep inside your chest.

Who exactly was staring at you right now? Was it Ghost? Or Simon?

Which one exactly switched your tags that night?

You're not really sure where those sudden thoughts came from, but they began to worry you as they lingered, all while hearing John and Kyle talk to each other beside you. Looking away from Ghost, you tried listening into their conversation, but it did little to soothe the bubbling anxiety in your chest, or was it butterflies?

"Mirage!"

"Fuck's sake, what??" Your sharply retorted by Soap calling your name rather loudly.

"Christ, what's goin' on in that head of yours?"

"I think she's hungry," Gaz states, still holding the apple you didn't eat. “Tried eatin’ her dinner out at the range.”

"Oh no, don't tell me that was gonna be your dinner," The way Soap looked at you shocked had you shrugging. "I ate earlier, I'm fine."

"What's Price gonna say when a member of his team isn't eating? Can't have that can we? C'mon."

"I got the apple from Price-" Your words cut off when Soap grabbed ahold of your forearm, proceeding to tug you off towards the direction of the mess hall.

"John, I'm fine! Let me go!" A small laugh came from you as you shuffled along, slightly wincing from the crooked steps you took. You called his name again, trying to tug your arm harder from him, trying to peel his fingers off with your other hand. Starting to laugh along with you, he pulled you closer to grab your other arm, keeping both your wrists secured with one hand to distract you just enough to wrap an arm around your shoulders, putting you in a minor headlock.

“Grab ‘er by the legs, Gaz! The lady's gotta eat!" Gaz, of course, didn't touch you, but that didn't stop a few chuckles from leaving him at the sight of Soap's other arm wrapping over your lower torso, trying to get a good grip on you.

“John!!” You screamed out within a fit of giggles, tackling against his grip. “Let go! This isn't fair!" You tried reaching over your head to grab at his, feeling him lean back out of reach. Going back to his arms, tugging on it as hard as you could to free his hold on your neck, only to wrap that same arm around your torso in an attempt to raise you off your feet, leaving you a flailing mess in his hands, laughing so hard your lungs started to burn.

"Let me go, asshole!" Trying to kick at his legs was out of the question, trying to keep as much good balance as possible on your good leg so you wouldn't hurt the other.

Twisting your body around as best as you could, you managed to slip an arm around his neck, locking around him tightly enough to shift most of your weight to stagger him back, almost causing him to lose his footing. The entire time, Kyle and John’s laughter filled your ears, joining in tandem with yours as you contemplated knocking him on his ass to the pavement.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” A sharp, booming voice broke through all your laughter, everyone's attention focusing towards the tall, quickly approaching Lieutenant.

“We’re havin’ a little sparrin’ match, Sir. An' she’s losing!” He squeezed you harder, making your cries dissolve into further laughter.

“Fucks sake, Soap! Her damn stitches could rip with how you’re handlin’ her! Put her down, now!!” Soap's arms grew stiff, quickly releasing you once you got your proper footing, muttering a quick apology to you before taking a step back.

"You should know better, Sergeant!” Ghost took a step closer towards him, his voice growing loud and booming through the background noises. “Wrestling out in the middle of the damn landin' zone like this! Don't put your fucking hands on her again!"

"Ghost!" His sharp rise in tone had you immediately worried for Soap's sake. "It's fine! He was just-"

"And you!" He looked towards you, watching your mouth close instantly. "Inside, now!"

“Ghost- “

"Now, Sergeant!"

Every ounce of hysterical amusement drained from your body in an instant, your lingering smile replaced by a deep frown. Turning away from him, you gave a quick glance towards Gaz and Soap while slipping your mask back over your mouth before walking off, trying your hardest to keep your walk as normal as possible, with minimal limping in case they were watching. You hated to admit that you felt a bit of a sting from your stitches, that, and you put a little too much pressure on your ankle while wrestling out of Soap's grip.

It wasn't like that was the first time you've had those silly interactions with him, and it definitely wasn't the first time Ghost carelessly witnessed such interactions occur.

You've arm wrestled Soap on occasion, got put in a headlock multiple times, and even lost your fair share of sparring matches during training, but that didn't mean you didn't have your own wins against him too. You knew how to fight, it wasn’t like he hurt you on purpose.

You weren't really sure if you should be mad at Ghost's concern over your well-being, despite the fact that it had you feeling like a small child being sent upstairs.

"The hell was that bastard puttin' his hands on you for?? He should fucking know better than to touch you like that." His footsteps were quite loud when he came into your room unannounced, shutting the door behind him before approaching your bed, keeping fair distance between you two with his balled fists remaining by his sides.

This was your last night staying in this room before officially moving back to the barracks, so you figured you'd get ready now before the big day. That’s where you were, kneeling in front of the end table to clear its drawers, putting what you could into as little boxes as possible.

"Lieut-Ghost." His words broke you from your thoughts, having you take your thumbnail out of your mouth before you chewed the hell out of it while you had gotten distracted. "It wasn't that bad-"

“For Christ’s sake, did you check yourself? If there was even a single drop of blood on those damn bandages- “

"Simon."

You watched Ghost go quiet as you rose from the ground, seeing your firmed expression. He stared at you; his darkened eyes narrowed with annoyance behind that mask. It wasn't that big of a deal, and while understanding his concerns, maybe he was a little overreacting.

"He didn't do anything wrong; it was a little mindless fun. He wanted me to go get something to eat and it was barely seconds away from becoming a sparring match." You shrugged in the middle of your words, seeing him shake his head in disapproval.

"Hey, it wasn't like I couldn't beat him-"

"Your expertise is in being a bloody sniper, not in close combat."

"Close combat- Everyone is trained in close combat, Simon! That's not the point, it's not a huge deal!" You walked around the edge of the bed to approach him, slimming down the distance.

"It's a huge deal when his arms are over you trying to hoist you over his shoulder like a sack." Not once did Ghost raise his voice, but that growing sharp bite in his tone did just the trick to make his point. "You're hurt, an' he put his hands on you-"

"But I'm fine." You gently insisted, watching him go quiet again.

Deep concern was pretty obvious by now, that, and maybe a tinge of jealousy. Not wanting to spark him up any further, you stepped closer, giving him a small smile before reaching up to caress the muted ivory surface of his painted mask.

A fine layer of dust coated the skin of your fingertips, his uniform smelling of dirt, sweat, and war. His eyes looked more bloodshot than you last remembered, the grease paint doing a magnificent job in hiding his exhausted skin. Regardless, you brushed your thumb along the outline of his nose ridge, slightly making contact with his covered nose.

“I don’t trust that bloody bastard.” Ghost muttered, watching the edge of your lip curl.

“Don’t be so harsh. Soap will grow on you, I know it.”

“That’s unlikely.”

"Okay," You tilted your head in thought, seeing the reasonability you could take. "Then it won't happen again. Next time I see him, you'll have the pleasure of watching me drop him on his ass, alright?"

An obvious joke, but you hoped it would settle him down a bit.

He reaches up to hold your wrist, motioning to wrap his fingers around before stopping, lowering his hand instantly, eyes glancing off towards the side.

"What?" You looked to his hand while lowering yours, noticing his still tense shoulders.

"What happened? What’s wrong?" You grew more concerned, watching his eyes narrow with tense thought, shielded brows furrowed.

You reached over to grab his hand, feeling the damp material in your fingertips. He tensed with your touch, yanking his hand out of your grip instantly, catching you completely off guard.

“Simon,” you try again, trying to make out what you could from his gaze. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He stated, looking away from your face, glancing off towards the other side of the room.

"Do you need to go see the medics?”

"I'll be fine, kid."

His tone changed, that sharp bite growing narrower and colder, sounding like an irritated instructor when he spoke to new recruits. Something was definitely wrong, a small part of you curious if it was the jealousy talking. You stood there in awkward silence, not really sure what to ask of him.

To your surprise, he broke the silence first, eager to change the subject. "What have you been up to in here?"

"Oh, um." You looked over your shoulder, gesturing towards the semi clutter you had in your room. "Moving out of here tomorrow. The past week I've been visiting Price in his office, talked about possibly getting back out on the field once-"

"Chriiist," Ghost almost rolled his eyes, turning his head off to the other side. "What?"

“You don't know when to stop doing things you aren’t supposed to do!” His voice raised a bit, catching you more off guard than ever before. "What part in your mind do you not understand when it comes to resting and healing yourself? Now you want to throw yourself back out there to get injured again??"

"Excuse me??" You raised your voice now, gesturing towards your chest. "Last I checked, I'm on the same damn team as you! What fucking good am I when I'm sitting here not doing my damn job?!"

“You're to stay on this damn base and recover, Mirage! Those are your orders from me and Price!"

"That's why I was talking about it with Price! You don't think I can be careful? Do you trust me enough to be careful??"

Ghost doesn’t respond, simply blinking at your choice words, glaring off again towards anywhere else but your gaze. He knew if he opened his mouth and said anything further, this would take a nasty route.

You noticed this change, lowering your hand from your stinging chest.

The silence pressed on, the man refusing to give you a proper answer. It was right there that a toxic anxiety began bubbling deep in your stomach, thinking of all the words he could've said in response to you. Your mind stayed to betray you once a plausible answer formed in your mind.

“You don’t trust me, do you?” It was a slow, softly spoken question you didn't want to ask, but you needed to know.

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[Fionna and Cake Spoilers]

Look fam, Adventure time is my daily bread and butter, after catching up with 4 eps I have some... uh "opinions" on certain characters that I need to get out of my chest-

FINNN MY BOY LOOK AT YOU ALL GROWN UP 😭🤧🥺💕

I am so happy to see him again, and as much as I loved his adult Obsidian design I also have a liking to this one- he's so meaty I wanna brrrr those pecs and bite his arms. But also I feel so sad for him like, he's obviously distracting his grief for Jake by going from one adventure to another and, baby boy are you okay?? Lay on my shoulder and lets confront your feelings together 🥺

UMMM HELLO?? 😳🥴

Ahhh Huntress wizard was always my favorite background character and seeing NOT ONLY HER F&C COUNTER PART but he likes plants!? Sign me the fuc up, I adore Hunter, I would hike through thorny bushes and get bitten by mosquitos voluntarily if it means hanging out with this hunk as he talks non stop about different types of weeds and flowers 🥰

WHOO IS THIS NEW HOTTIE?

Brah from the cool mask to the suit I am just sold so easily like, I vibe so much with his design and his role as our main antagonist. Like don't get me wrong I don't want him to replace Prismo and kill Fi's world but if he calls me up to go eat steak and drink tea I would answer in a heart beat. Gotta love a man who has his professional priorities in order. Also that bandaged look he had at the beginning was really cool too, with the multiple eyes and all.

Oh, dear precious Simon you can't catch a break can you? Let's wrap you up in a blanket so you can talk to me about you ex, we'll get ya through this buddy 🥺

DAMN BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?

I wasn't huge on Prismo as a character in AT but in F&C I can totally understand the need to create something original and for yourself rather than creating for the sake of others. I'd love to move in as a roomie and help him clean up a bit, I can't take him to AA meetings but I can bring them to him lol. Maybe creating sentient universes isn't a good idea but the Sims 4 is close enough.

GIRL, SHE IS JUST LIKE ME FR FR

I can relate so much to Fi's daily life omg, I started watching Adventure Time when I was in middle school so seeing her now in a similar setting as my early adult life is so wild and comforting to me. She has a special place in my heart, oh and she caked up like damn, in the og series she didn't strike me as a teen but I can definitely see her now as a grown ass woman. And in shorts! I love wearing shorts, they're so comfy. I wanna hang at a sleep over with her, watching dumb action or scary movies, eat ice cream as we talk about our break ups ;w;

That's about it, thank you to my Ted talk. I'll try to finish my requests as soon as I can to open my inbox again cause damn, I can't wait to see what you guys come up with!!! 11!

#ramblings

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Purpose

A/N: Oh yes, we’re back with my favorite storyline to hate.

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Most days, Deeks was pretty good at keeping himself distracted from his current situation as a FLETC cadet. For the most part, it involved filling every spare moment he could do he didn’t have time to consider anything else. If he was busy, if he was exhausted, then he didn’t have the time to consider the true suckiness of it all.

Then there were days like today. He’d barely slept last night after an insanely frustrating day, and today he knew he’d face more of the same. Now that their automatic biases had worn off, most of his instructors had come to like him, or at the very least, appreciate that he knew what he was doing. There were a couple though, that seemed insistent on trying to knock him down a peg whenever possible.

That usually meant setting him overly complicated tasks or calling on him with particularly difficult questions. All the while, Deeks simmered with the knowledge that he’d done this for a living for years. He didn’t need to simulate getting stuck in a car with a bomb, because he’d lived variations of that scenario a dozen times over.

When Deeks lost the positivity that most people knew him for, he did so spectacularly. His discontent turned to anger and melancholy, which quickly spiraled into a depression of sorts. Right now, he was still in the angry and unsettled state and after spending a sleepless night cooped up in his room, he needed to get out.

The campus kept a pretty strict curfew that lasted until six in the morning. As soon as it ended, Deeks hit one of the many trails surrounding the grounds. He’d become well acquainted with the dirt paths over the last several weeks between the daily mandatory runs and his own solo circuits.

The run didn’t help nearly as much as he’d hoped. Though it had depleted some of his anger, he’d also had ample time to mull over everything from the last several weeks, which didn’t improve his mood. By the time he made it back to his room, he was sore, sweaty, and still frustrated.

“Damn it,” he swore when he checked his phone just a little after 7, and found a missed call from Kensi. He called her back, but of course she didn’t answer. Spitting out a heartfelt and considerably less benign epithet, dropped onto the bed with a sigh.

Being away from Kensi might be the worst part. Aside from missing her desperately, every day he was gone, the chance that something terrible would happen increased. Kessler, some other vindictive criminal, or the usual dangers that came with their jobs.

His alarm letting him know there was 45 minutes before his first class came far too soon. He dragged himself back off the bed, and headed downstairs to the cafeteria. He through the stations on autopilot, collecting a random bowl of fruit, toast, and eggs, even though he wasn’t hungry, and chose a table as far back as possible.

“Hey Deeks,” Jake said, swinging in beside Deeks with his tray. Apparently the subtle request for space hadn’t worked. Deeks didn’t need to look to know Charlie and Omar weren’t far behind.

“Hey man.”

“We were thinking of getting in some practice at the range after ethics. You wanna join us? Give us some more tips.”

“Thanks, but I’m, uh, not really in the mood today,” Deeks told him. He fully intended to go back to his room and fall into bed the moment he finished with the day’s classes.

“Since when?” Charlie asked, digging into a pile of eggs. “Not to be rude, but you do kind of love to show off your marksmanship.”

“To be fair, he’s better than almost any other cadet. Even a couple teachers,” Omar added with a chuckle. “Don’t tell Ritcher I said that.”

“Guys, I appreciate the offer. I’m really not up to the banter right now,” Deeks snapped. There was a moment of silence, which was almost worse than the chatter.

Jake was the first to recover. “Woah. Did we do something to upset you?”

“Jake, give him some space,” Omar said softly.

“No, it’s ok.” Deeks sighed. “I’m sorry. You guys didn’t do anything. I am just…having a couple of rough days. I didn’t mean to take it out on any of you.”

“Hey, it happens, man.” Omar’s easy forgiveness almost drew a smile from Deeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not sure if you wanna hear me whine,” Deeks said.

“Eh, you’ve put up with trying to teach us law, we handle it,” Charlie decided, nudging Deeks shoulder. “You’ll feel better. And if you don’t, we’ll sneak in some beer.”

“Oh lord, just what I need. Contraband.” This time, Deeks actually did smile.

“So, what’s going on?” Charlie prompted again.

Sighing, Deeks tried to gather his tumultuous feelings into a cohesive thought. “Sometimes…it feels like me being here is pointless,” he started. “I mean, what am I really gaining from being here? Is a couple months of classes I don’t really need going to make a difference to either of the organizations that decided my skills are no longer or use them? I’m not helping my team. I’m certainly not supporting my team. And when this is over, I have no real guarantee that any of it will be worth it.”

He’d said more than he intended, and while it was certainly therapeutic to give a voice to his frustration, it felt like he’d provided potential ammunition.

“I disagree. You’ve made a huge difference and you do have a purpose,” Charlie argued unexpectedly. He almost looked angry, which was odd given the topic.

“How so?” Deeks asked.

Charlie gestured between himself, Omar, and Jake. “You’re looking at the evidence right here. You’ve taught us so much we never would have gotten on our own.”

“You would have been fine.”

“Maybe,” Omar said. “It would have been a lot harder. Even without the tutoring, you’ve been a mentor like no one else. You don’t judge or try to make things harder to prove a point.” He paused and looked directly at Deeks. “I know you’d rather be back with your team, and your family, but you do have a purpose here. Even if it’s not the one you expected.”

“What he said,” Jake said.

“That’s pretty smart,” Deeks murmured.

“Well, we learned from the best.”

“Thanks for the pep talk.”

“It’s only fair, you’ve given us enough of them,” Charlie reasoned. “You feel better.”

“Minutely,” Deeks said honestly.

“Well, there’s still the option for some liquid cheer.”

Shaking his head, Deeks held his hands up. “As your lawyer and a cadet, I’m removing myself from this conversation before I’m implicated in any of this.”

“Sweet, we’ve got a lawyer,” Jake said enthusiastically.

As the banter continued, Deeks sat back. He wasn’t anywhere near happy, but he supposed it did help to know his time here wasn’t completely wasted.

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A/N: If you’re unfamiliar with Charlie, Jake, and Omar, I have a whole AU FLETC storyline for Deeks that goes much differently that the canon events.

I’ve always figured that going to FLETC with Deeks’ level of experience and skill would be quite frustrating in many ways. He’d undoubtedly taken many of the courses as continuing ed as we saw in early on in the show and learned through hands-on experience.

#densimber 2023 #densimber 7.0 #densimber day 10 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #Deeks at FLETC #angst #mentions of Kensi #ncis la #au #by ejzah

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Hello!!! I’m here to inquire about Aaliyah and Link’s full story as I can’t seem to find it in your Masterlist. If that’s ok? If it’s private and you just wanna just give out tidbits then that’s completely ok!!! I started reading your joint fic constellation and I’m hooked on it and the characters!!! I already went and asked about part four lol!

omgomgomgomgomgomgomg- OKAY I'VE REHEARSED FOR THIS-

I'm so glad you asked!

So, I did release one written portion already -> Here!

But! Im gonna be so real with you guys, I forgot I did it and have not worked on it at all fnofnf

I love answering questions about my girl so ask away! I'm also so glad you like constellations it has my heart fr. Part four is...on its way but with Kinktober and our adult lives (I'm a full time student and Bailey has a big girl job) it kinda got pushed back (And we're in our trigun eras). But it has been started!

So, let's talk about Aaliyah and Sage.

Their story starts in the Pre-Calamity era. Sage is still a knight, however, Aaliyah is now there too! She's a bastard child born out of wedlock to the village of Kakariko-- who take the phrase it takes a village a little too literally.

From very early in her life, Aaliyah is proclaimed the Sheikah Champion and spends her life training for this role. She learns ancient magic regarding rune extraction and usage (Basically how Impa fights in AOC) and in ancient swordsmanship.

She's taken to the castle with Purah and Impa and from there meets the other champions.

Her and Link didn't actually like each other all that much from the start? They were incredibly weary and on edge when the other was around bc of the other's skill set and how they could be an obvious threat to their current missions (Either protecting Zelda or staying with Impa).

Aaliyah actually made friends with Revali pretty easily because she wasn't gifted with this great courage or wisdom or any abilities. It was something she earned and worked incredibly hard to harness, like Revali's gale So they spent their free time talking shit about Link and the other champions in the garden for a while.

Link and Aaliyah only really started getting to know each other after a spar in the garden. Link kicked her ass, make no doubts about it (Lore accurate Link? Are you kidding? Aaliyah never stood a chance.), but after hearing her get her ass chewed out by Impa he bashfully offered a kind shoulder.

The thing about them that I LOVE incorporating into their story is that before they died? These two were honestly so adorable. In my head. But im giving you guess my head lore rn.

Like Aaliyah is the smart one out of them, okay? Let me set this straight. So, she knows things like sign language. So when she mindlessly does a wave of her hand to curse off a noble without them knowing? And Link, who ALSO knows sign language sees this?

OMFG- he chokes on his spit. And she looks over and just flushes this bright red, but has this shy little smile on her face because, 'hey, this guy isn't so bad?'.

Or Link just laying his head in her lap and letting her braid flowers into his hair while they sit in silence or he reads to her??

Or Aaliyah just sitting on a rock, pretending to be writing her daily prayers, but is really watching Link practice his swordsmanship with Fi?

They were that kind of cute.

ANYWAY-

So, in Eye of the Storm, I go into further depth onto how Aaliyah died-- protecting Link and Zelda.

If you haven't read it, heres the run down. They get surrounded by Yiga, and she dies because she sends Link and Zelda back with the slate, acting as a distraction so they have the time to leave.

Demon carver carves her ass.

Link watches, duh, because A) I needed him to have that trauma to form their relationship a little more and B) Traumatizing him is so fun.

Anyway, so she dies. The Sheikah are ancient beings with unyielding loyalty, since they follow the royal family everywhere this is obvious, and are hence incredibly loyal to their champion. They manage to save her with their plan B option. I'm pretty sure I wrote it as a makeshift shrine but it also is probably a little bit of black magic.

Anyway, a century passes. Aaliyah awakes in a place that had long since fell to ruins, mind blank and head empty.

But she's angry. She wakes up so mind numbingly angry and stomps off with her original slate. It's broken and doesn't work, but she uses it like a weapon. Eventually, she runs into Link! Woo, but like...

Imagine you lock two angry cats fighting for territory in a room and them throw a sprinkler in there.

They're both angry. They don't know anything, and resources are sparce, They fight, of course, and both eventually walk off with their tails between their legs. BUT they keep fucking meeting. AND ITS A PATTERN

Except they start relearning things! Like how to fight and how to use a bow, and they get better armor, better equipment. When Link shows up with a shield, she blows his ass up.

At some point, they start expecting to see each other. They stop fighting so much and instead share a campsite.

AND THEN- they happen to be walking towards a stable together and are just HIT with the imagery of her death <3

Thats also a mess that leaves them storming away from each other <3

They meet again in Kakariko and eventually talk it out. Aaliyah goes with him to the castle, does not fall through the floor, instead watched from above like :O. bc shes a dumbass.

She does make sure he stays alive though. Throws a fairy in a bottle at him at some point which hits him and he turns like >:( and she's just 'oops'.

Then they save Zelda yadda yadda. Aaliyah moves on with her life bc her and Zelda prolly hate each other (There is no prolly they do. They HATE each other. Like middle aged white women in PTA's.)

But, Aaliyah is such a big figure head to the Sheikah, there's no real escape. So her and Link slowly redevelop their relationship.

When the gloom starts spreading, Aaliyah remains at the castle base while they go to investigate, working with the people to sort them and everything.

Luckily for her, when Ganon is like >:) I'm back, she doesn't have to experience it first hand because she falls into a gloom pit. Takes her OUT man. She's stuck down there long enough that gloom probably sinks in and she gets super sick because of it

Eventually she finds this weird temple place right? And there's these parts right? Surely you see where I'm going with this

And so she builds this giant robot okay? In her tord Era (omg eddsworld is so old now that I think about it), and meets this...thing okay?

And the thing is like 🤨 u aren't swordsman link and aaliyah is like 🤨 yeah what of it?

And mineru is all ...u did all this? And aaliyah is like yeah suck it bitch. And then mineru is like "aight you cool then. Lemme show you this cool room. It'll give you a cool necklace AND a headpiece. And outfit ig"

So aaliyah gets that green neck piece and hairpiece I've drawn her with once. She doesn't care for the hairpiece but she'll wear it for special occasions.

The link appears FINALLY >:( AND they have this whole Spiderman moment where they're point at each other, as if shocked to see the other)

"I thought you were dead?"

"YOU FUCKING FELL THROUGH A HOLE AND DIDNT THINK TO STAY PUT SO I COULD FIND YOU?"

It's great.

So aaliyah gets her spirit stone as the Sage of spirits and her giant rock.

Then she visits purah gets her own purah pad. She gets to keep her bombs AND stasis bc I said so. And her giant robot.

From there they go around trying to bring order back to their hyrule bc like...Zelda isnt in danger really? They know where she is and she seems fine.

They get a new house bc someone took theirs smh (they were just roommates in that first house guys lmao) and take turns with the shrines to reduce the gloom in their systems

Okay sidebar; when I was doing that aaliyah and Tia bits I wasn't lying about aaliyah being like in hyrule but she's liked in the same sense Robin hood was liked. Nobles hate her

But tulin likes her and so does teba and saki

Yunobo does not.

Sidon and yona think of her and Sage like puppies. Like they are the embodiment of that one meme that's just

Zora, with either hanging off them: GET YOUR FUCKING HYLIAN

Sidon/ Yona: they don't bite 😊

Zora: YES THEY FUCKING DO-

riju also likes them. They are the Honorary siblings of hyrule even if they claim to hate everyone.

There are few people that have gotten through

That being said, they are scary to the average stablehand

They are scarred and ragged and look like if you breath at them wrong they'll fucking gut you.

Which they might but that's not the point

Eventually they run out of reasons to not fight Ganon and have to go...do that

This one they take on together bc they are common law married bc I said so

They've spent so much time together now its only natural. Like yeah its not gay to kiss the homies goodnight but its a little gay when you guys live together cook meals together and lay on the couch talking about life together

Even historians are calling them lovers at this point

So they save Zelda! I hate how end of totk goes and I think she should've STAYED a dragon but also I need her human for the drama between her and aaliyah. Maybe she has horns and scales and she's also now a little fucked up.

Sage KEEPS HIS RAURU ARM HE DOES NOT GET HIS NORMAL ARM. thank you.

Aaliyah and Sage mostly try to live a normal life but yk...

Natura tries to demand Sage back to his knightly role but after everything that just happened he's like "not a chance"

He becomes a lovely househusband that terrifies newcomers in Tarrey town but the locals love him

He offers protection quality recipes and is willing to go Gerudo for this one ingredient Harriet needed for her stew that night

Aaliyah remains a diplomat of sorts since people trust her rather than this figurehead for focused on digging through the remains of her people for info on tech they shouldn't ever try to harness rather than ..yk.... govern.

She tends to stick close to Sage tho

Their relationship is very...codependent. I think I've said this before but these two learn to rely on each other

Its not healthy and I don't condone this type of relationship but it's so fun to write

These two are disgustingly reliant on the other. It's the type of relationship where they only do self care things for the other person to know they're okay

They are grossly jealous individuals, incredibly possessive and will have extremist reactions to people trying to flirt with what's theirs

I cannot emphasize how toxic this is for anyone. But these two make it work

Only these two who are FICTIONAL. THIS IS NOT THE TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP THAT IS HEALTHY. DO NOT LOOK FOR THIS IN A PARTNER.

These two have a history together and with their broken psyche it gets twisted.

But they're happy together and stop their other half from destroying hyrule.

And in the end that's all that matters <3

If you have any other questions regarding these two I'd be more than happy to answer them 😊😊

#cinder rambles

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losingherface · 2 years

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On vacation

ellie x fem reader

warnings: not smut but explicit talk of sexual stuff. 18+

Info: Reader drags her long time girlfriend to meet her parents at their summer vacation home. The two share a very embarrassing moment together

A/N: didn’t proofread and this may be kinda stupid

•

Ellie was once again plugging in her controller before sitting down, ready to play a game of hers.

The two of you had been living together for a while now and were comfortable in your daily routines.

After work everyday you’d walk in on her setting up her console to play some games. You’d typically be exhausted and a little annoyed at her relaxation.

Today was different. You had something exciting to tell her. And It was either going to be exciting and a great moment for you two or it would be a huge argument. Ellie was unpredictable so you spent the whole day at work mentally preparing for her reaction.

You plopped down beside her, looking up at the ceiling and then facing towards her. This caused Ellie to smirk a bit, trying to look at you and focus on her game at the same time.

You wrap your arms around hers and cozy up next to her, causing her to pause the game and focus on you for a second.

“How was your day?” She said.

“It was fine. Lots of hard work but that’s expected right?”

Ellie nodded her head, waiting for you to finish anything more that you had to say.

“My mom called me too. She asked me over to the summer house for about three weeks….”

“Oh. And you’re going?” Ellie said

“Yeah. And guess what..”

“What?”

“..I said that you’re coming too!“ You press down on her arm excitedly.

Ellie tilted her head. Seemingly annoyed.

You noticed her change in mood and reassured her by caressing her arm and turn her head to face you.

Ellie was never good with your parents. She’d try but still seemed like she was trying too hard.

The only time they had met was when your parents popped into your apartment while visiting the city you lived in. They didn’t know Ellie was your girlfriend yet and just assumed that you two were very close friends that were inseparable. When they would see Ellie, she’d always be like an extra in a movie or something. Always in the background either on her game or computer and would only ever say something like “Hello” or ‘I’m gonna go shower.”

“They said it was alright for you to come so no need to act crazy okay.” You attempted at comforting her but this only made her turn the game off and lie back.

“What am I gonna wear?” She said. This confused you because Ellie never cared about how she was dressed, it’s usually you asking these types of questions.

“Awe…baby you’re so cute.” You said to her.

Her face was becoming red from the embarrassment, she decided to distract herself with anything she found on the coffee table.

“You care about me so much you wanna impress them huh?” You grabbed her hands and she eventually opened her arms to cuddle you.

•

The next morning, Ellie had been prepping breakfast like usual. She was the cook around the house. (apartment rlly). You smiled at her while pulling your hair out of your face.

“I’m making us avocado toast. Cool with that?”

“Of course.” You pecked her lips softly before gazing into her eyes a bit. It was cliché. But it was part of your guys morning routine. Whoever was up first would be greeted with a kiss even if you both argued the night before or something.

It was the best thing because not only did you get kisses from Ellie right before breakfast but also because she is never lovey dovey in public. Everyone thinks she’s the toughest one out of the both of you but you both knew the truth.

“So have you started packing yet.” You say as you start to walk away and make yourself comfortable on the island chair.

She let out an irritated sigh, “Have you?”

“Nope. But i’m looking forward to some cheesy packing with each other.”

“Where is the vacation at?”

“My parents summer house in the country.”

“No beaches?”

“Lots.”

The two of you were city people, the thought of having to leave it behind even for a few weeks did leave Ellie full of questions. She would just have to wait and see for herself that it isn’t too bad.

•

Before you knew it, Ellie and you were done packing your suitcases. They looked as if you both had been moving rather than just staying a few weeks. Ellie loaded up the sedan and the two of you were off.

After a long night and morning of getting lost, yelling at Ellie for getting you two lost, driving through suspicious roads, and feeding Ellie food because she couldn’t get her hands off the wheel, the two of you made it. It was dreadful and all you wanted to do was find your room and pass out for a few hours.

Your mother was a successful business woman who was quite confident in herself. She was threatening to most people. Your father, well, he was good at hosting superb barbecues.

Your mother was dressed in her favorite Summer look, jean button up shirt and plaid pants that were perfect for picnics. She approached the both of you, causing you to stop helping Ellie with the suitcases.

“Mom!” You shouted. Leaning in for a tight hug. The truck door shutting loudly as Ellie struggled.

“Oh baby let me help! Mom. We’ll catch up when we’re done okay?”

Let’s just say, the pet names were a pet peeve for Ellie when done in public. She looked at you, and you knew exactly why she was. “It was just baby..”

“I don’t like that… not in front of your parents.”

“Ellie, can you loosen up a bit. THEY KNOW WE’RE FUCKING!”

Luckily for Ellie, you weren’t too loud that everyone would hear but still, you were making this harder.

The two of you got to the room. Ellie wasn’t as mad anymore since she had been exposed to some A.C.

You lied down on the freshly made bed, spreading your arms and moaning at how good it felt to be inside. (what a mouthful lmfaoo)

Ellie smirked at you, taking off her backpack and placing it to the ground.

She walked over to you, hovering and giving you kisses.

“It does feel good in here.” She said in between kisses.

She pulled away when she noticed you were too much for her to handle right now. It wasn’t the proper setting for her to take care of you.

“Damn how long have they had wallpaper on?”

You rolled your eyes and answered her anyway. “It’s the Summer house, Ellie. It’s supposed to look shitty and be nostalgic.”

•

At dinner, everyone was seated. It was your mother, your father, your older brother and two sisters, your cousins and their parents. Let’s just say it was hectic getting everyone to finally sit. Of course, Ellie sat beside you.

Ellie was shy but she wasn’t shy enough to go crazy on barbecue food. It was one of the things she loved about country living. In the city, for events you both would only eat sushi or something else that was always way out your budget.

As Ellie ate, you caressed her head, back and neck, moving her hair out of her face. This was a way to say that you were there for her and that you were watching her as she ate. Ellie sat back in her chair after a few bites to listen to the main conversation at the table.

You stopped caressing her and she flashed a smile at you.

Thinking that you were obvious about your way of affection with her, you decided to lean over towards her ear.

“Please…” you whispered. Ellie knew what you meant. The both of you left but everyone was too into their own conversations to notice or care.

•

The both of you got away. Couldn’t keep your hands off of each other on the way up to the room.

Before you knew it, you were bottoming at your parent’s summer house.

Unfortunately though, you both couldn’t keep quiet. Moans and dirty talk filled the room. Plus the cheap beds were creaking and hitting the wall. With all the rooms in the house, you didn’t think anyone would pinpoint you two.

As any concerned person would, your mother stopped by the front door. Refusing to listen she instead opened the door wide and unfortunately at the same time you were about to cum.

Ellie threw herself off of you and onto the ground, where your mother couldn’t see her. The both of you had wrapped yourselves in the thick blankets and your mother slammed the door before leaving. It all happened within 20 seconds.

“Oh my fucking god?” You said. Ellie looked up at you. The both of you were speechless.

“Ellie…get off the ground.”

“I guess our vacations over.” Ellie joked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

•

That morning, Ellie wanted to take a shower. Of course, the bathroom was a few rooms down. You noticed her pacing around and you woke up completely.

“Hey… what are you doing?” You asked all groggily and tired.

“I want to shower but I keep hearing people walking by.. I don’t want to be seen babe I don’t think you get it.”

“Awe Ellie. It’s so funny how you think i’m not embarrassed. Shit, I don’t even wanna think about leaving this room.”

Reassured, Ellie sat down on the bed beside you.

“Well, what are we gonna do?” Ellie whispered.

“I just wanna act like nothing happened.”

“No. I can’t.” Ellie said nervously. “I can’t pretend it didn’t happen because it did, your mom knows how my strap looks. Oh my fucking god.”

“Relax Ellie. I think it’s more embarrassing to be me. I can never escape them like you can.”

It was easy trying to reassure Ellie. Deep down though, you were just as embarrassed and nervous to make your next move in this house.

Later on that day, you and Ellie had been starving, haven’t left the room once. You decided that the both of you leave the room and see what happens from there. When the both of you left, their was a subtle stiffness in both of your bodies. You had to mentally shake it off and go with the flow.

Your mother, father and the rest of the family were all spread out across the dining room to the kitchen. They were all distracted by either the sports in the living room or parenting styles conversations in the kitchen.

The two of you wanted to walk as quickly as possible but somehow Ellie knocks over a small flower vase, immediately causing everyone to shift their attention at the both of you.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Your father shouts from the living room.

“I can tell ya!” Your mother said, causing you to want to vomit right there.

“Sleeping all day!” She joked and sighed of relief. You look over to Ellie and it had seemed like she was trying to hold back her laughter which made you do the same.

It was odd for sure. But it seemed like this was the one thing your mom didn’t go gossiping about and you were quite proud of her.

Until you turned around to hearing one of your aunts trying to hold back her obvious snickering, and there was the embarrassment you had been searching for….

#the last of us 2 #lesbian #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #lesbians

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