#HAVE U HEARD HER RAMBLE ON ABOUT NOTHING AND EVERYTHING

[robins-gay-suspenders]

serious question girliepops - how tf do I fall out of love with a fictional character?

I might have a problem, idk how to get over this..

[thetorturedlovergirl]

if u start a sentence saying “omg I love 13” I’ll love u forever and you’ll be my bestie. That’s a no-brainer.

But if u keep going saying a “but” you really lost me. Like sh sh sh I don’t care about your buts your opinions about that doesn’t matter here.

[cryptidghostgirl]

hiii can i request a silly little scene i have in my head? ok so!

alastor x wife! reader- theyve been together since they were alive, legit partners in crime they both encouraged eachother to kill and when they reunited in hell after around 8 years they were independent once again UNTIL They got in trouble with Lilith and she took reader to be like her slave until Alastor finished helping Charie with her dream (until he helped prove that demons can be redeemed) so they didnt see each other for another 7 years (his absence)

And all throughout the first season hes like “I miss my wife, Husk. I miss her a lot” (while drunk-) like that one sonic dub meme and starts shaping his shadow creature into reader and talking to it and everyone is like “m yep he’s officially lost it.”

BUT then Sir Pentious is redeemed and Lilith sees and shes like “damn :/“ and send reader to the new hotel via portal and reader just. falls on the ground in front of the big entrance and everyone hears it and they rush out and Alastor is quiet, wide eyed and reader goes smth like “i know- i shouldnt have accepted it in your name but-“ blah blah she rambles on about it and Alastor just goes “Youre as beautiful as the day I los you.” LIKE THAT HEARYBREAKING SCENE FROM HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2 ;-; and everyone reacts in their own way

I REALLY NEED THIS BUT I LACK THE ABILITIES TO DO IT HEEELP (love u)

A/N oh bestie,, i got you. I was actually planning on something similar where Alastor was getting drunk at a bar and talking about the love of his life (I'm still gonna write that one too but I really like this prompt!!) You guys really come up with the best requests, please keep sending them in.

Fuel and the Fire (Alastor x Wife!Partner-in-Crime!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: ANGST also bad words (idk why i wrote the warnings like this). Also Angel Dust is in this one and I love him but he is a warning on his own.

Word Count: 2,392

Master Lists:

Master Lists 

Hazbin Hotel Master List

Alastor and Y/n, partners in crime, the fuel and the fire. On a first glance, it would be assumed she was his fuel, the coal and dry leaves he fed himself by. Once anyone got to know them -- and god, what trouble a person was in if they got to know them -- they quickly realized it was the other way around.

Hand in hand from day one, from childhood. Running from the cops, washing the blood off one another's faces. In the living world and life after death, nothing could tear them apart. He was the soil she planted herself in, he was her rock and Y/n? Well she was Alastor's everything. He'd do anything at all for her, all she had to do was ask.

For a decade, they terrified the living world. They were the reason to double check the lock on the door before bed, they were the ominous shadow at the corner. When cold death wrapped them in his reckless grasp, they turned their terror on Hell.

The pair made a name for themselves quickly, filling up the airwaves and making waves in the underworld. For generations, they reigned supreme. For generations, they knew no fear. Then one day, they simply disappeared.

When Alastor reappeared on the streets seven years later without his shadow, the town was alight with gossip. No one knew where he had been, where she still was, or why he had returned but Alastor quickly rebuilt his operation, setting up shop at Lucifer's daughter's Hazbin Hotel along with several of the souls he owned.

The hotel's other residents and workers were distrustful of the man, to say the least. He was shifty, wore a constant smile, and rumors circled around him like birds of prey. That was until about three months into his stay, at least.

Angel hadn't meant to eavesdrop. He'd been coming down to the bar for a drink and a rant of his own when he'd heard the familiar, crackling voice of the Hotel's host.

"I just... I miss her so much, Husk."

He sounded sad, utterly dejected. Angel crouched down on the staircase, hiding his slim body behind one of the ornate posts supporting the railing.

"You keep saying that but do nothing to go find her. She disappeared the same time as you, you know." came Husk's gruff reply.

"I know she did."

"You keep saying that, acting like you know something. Admit it: you don't know shit, Alastor."

Alastor's radio waves faltered, squeaking slightly. Angel tensed in terror, wondering if he'd been found out. This was clearly a private conversation, and the Radio Demon was testy at the best of times. Right now he seemed positively furious.

"Don't test me, Husk." Alastor said after a moment, breaking the tense silence, "She... we both got roped into something. I am doing my part, she is doing hers."

Angel straightened himself up, deciding it was high time he entered the room. He still wanted that drink, after all. He let his feet fall heavily on the stairs, alerting the others to his presence. Husk turned toward the sound, meeting Angel's eyes as he entered the bar. Alastor, on the other hand, kept his back to the spider demon.

Taking a seat beside Alastor, Husk immediately poured Angel a drink and slid it across the counter towards him.

"So, tough night, Smiles?" Angel asked, turning to Alastor who downed the rest of his drink in a single gulp.

"I don't know what you're talking about, my good fellow." Alastor hummed in response.

There was a threat in his voice, but Angel could tell the demon's heart wasn't in it. Everything was just, odd.

"Yeah... sure..." Angel scoffed, taking a sip of his own drink.

"Radio man was crying to me about his wife five seconds ago." Husk grumbled and Angel's eyes went wide.

"You have a wife?" he asked, turning back to Alastor, "I mean, I get it. I'm in to the whole 'tall dark and creepy' thing too but, you care about someone? I don’t know if I can see it.”

Alastor's eyes narrowed as he turned on Husk. The cat demon rolled his eyes in a brazen display of disrespect. He knew his master well, knew this was the only thing he had any leverage with the man on. With a deep breath, Alastor placed his hands firmly on the bar top and pulled himself to his feet. Not saying another word, he disappeared into his shadows.

That had been the first odd occurrence. Of course Angel had told Charlie and Charlie had told everyone, had even approached Alastor about it. The Radio Demon brushed it all off with skill and for a while, things were quiet.

About a month later, the second strange thing began happening. Alastor had always had a certain sway over shadows, everyone knew that. However, he very rarely used them, brought them out if it wasn't to hide him or take him where he needed to be. Then, suddenly, one began to follow him.

"Uh, Alastor?" Charlie had timidly approached him the first time she saw this happening.

"Yes, Charlie my dear?" Alastor asked, turning to face her as he tossed his microphone in the air, catching it neatly in the center of the stand.

"Well, we were just wondering if everything was... okay?" she asked, her hands behind her back and a pointed gaze on the shadow.

"If everything..." Alastor trailed off, following the path of Charlie's gaze and realizing what was going on, "No, no my dear. Everything is quite all right, quite alright indeed."

"Well, okay... If you say so." Charlie had relented after a few moments, unsure of what else to do.

Eventually, the members of the Hazbin Hotel grew used to the shadows, they too slipped out of their minds. Overcome with impending doom of the extermination just a month away, Alastor's strange behavior was no longer a priority.

That had been until the third odd occurrence came into being. It was Sir Pentious who had noticed it first, drawing it to the group's attention as Alastor walked through the lobby and past the group doing trust exercises there on his way to some meeting or another with the other overlords.

"Sir Pentious?" Charlie had called, trying to bring him back to earth as he watched the place Alastor had occupied, "Sir Pentious?"

"Pentious!" Vaggie yelled and his head snapped to her, "You're not coming up with some new plan to attack Alastor, are you?"

"No!" he quickly exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air, "Not at all just..."

"What?" Vaggie asked through gritted teeth, advancing a step forward, her spear in hand.

"It's just... doesn't that shadow Alastor has had following him well.... doesn't it kind of look like a woman?"

Husk broke out into wild laughter while Angel widened his eyes.

"Oh, he's definitely lost it now." Husk exclaimed as he calmed himself, clutching his stomach, "If I knew Y/n was the secret to breaking him down, I woulda done something about it years ago."

"No you wouldn't have, ya big talker." Angel teased, elbowing the cat demon lightly.

"Y/n?" Sir Pentious asked.

"Alastor's wife. That was her name." Husk replied.

"Did you know her?" Charlie asked.

Alastor had left the hotel, the threat that had held their questions at bay for months was gone and the topic was right. Husk nodded.

"So, what's she like?" Angel asked suggestively, "Is she more of a dom? Does deer boy like to get dicked down by his lady?"

"Gross." Charlie shook her head, her hands to her temples, "I do not want to know that."

"She's a good kid." Husk said after a moment, "She's nice..."

He trailed off.

"But?" Vaggie prompted, sensing there was more that he wanted to say.

Husk sighed.

"If you think Alastor is trouble, she's a fucking house fire set for the insurance money."

"So probably not interested in being a guest." Charlie dejectedly stated.

Husk shrugged.

"You never know. It has been seven years since anyone has seen her. Alastor allegedly knows where she's at but, he hasn't gone after her. Just keeps whining to me about it so, I don't know. Maybe she's changed. I doubt it though. Sweet as a pea, sharp as a knife."

Charlie had never felt such relief as when she learned Alastor had not died in the chaos of the battle. The hotel was destroyed, heaven was pissed, Sir Pentious had died but, at least he was alright. They rebuilt the hotel, Alastor's same shadow of a woman trailing after him wherever he went. After about a week, thanks to all the angelic and demonic powers involved in the construction, the new Hotel was finished.

It was just as they put the finishing touches on the place, hung the portrait of Sir Pentious they'd commissioned above the fire place, that a portal opened in the lobby. Everyone tensed, banding together behind Charlie and Alastor. Angels were coming, they were sure of it.

A crash echoed from the other side, a sharp yell and then something tumbled through the portal. With a flash, the portal disappeared behind the shape of a person huddled on the floor. She coughed violently.

Alastor's eyes went wide. Everyone else was too distracted to notice, but if they'd have been paying attention, they would have seen his shadow disappear.

The girl was filthy, her clothes torn and her hair tangled. She let out another, sharp cough before slowly lifting her head. Alastor took a trembling step forward.

"Y/n?" he asked, his voice soft in disbeleif.

A smile, wide and sharp, split the woman's bruised face in two.

"Hey hun, I'm home."

In a flash, he was at her side, helping her to her feet, checking her for wounds.

"Jesus, Y/n." he sighed, "You're a mess."

"I know."

"Y/n-"

"I know. I shouldn't have done it, you don't need to lecture me. I didn't have a choice. It was you or me, Al. I couldn't... I can't... I had to. You've gotta understand."

"Sweetheart-"

Y/n cut him off again, her speech a single, constant, stressed-out stream.

"It was stupid, I know. I know. I really do but, she gave me the option and I couldn't say no cause then if I said no you'd really be the one in trouble a-"

Alastor raised a hand gently to her cheek and Y/n's words caught in her throat. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes at last.

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

His voice was soft, so quiet the others could barely hear him. Y/n's cheeks flushed a bright pink. Her hands found the lapels of his jacket, holding them lightly.

"I.." she stuttered, her mind racing.

With a sigh and a slight shake of her head, she gave up in the search for words and buried herself in his chest. Alastor wrapped his arms around Y/n, pressing her tightly into his frame.

"God, I missed you." she said, her voice muffled by the fabric.

Alastor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you." she continued, "I'm so sorry."

Alastor pulled her off of him, leaning down the slightest bit so they were eye to eye. Y/n, wiped a stray tear away, letting out a slight, sad laugh. Alastor's eyes traversed her face, caressing every crevasse.

"I'm so glad your alright but, I don't understand." he said at last, "How are you back? The deal..."

Y/n nodded and Alastor's eyes went wider still. Leaning on Alastor's shoulder for support, she turned her eyes onto the rest of the group.

"You must be Charlie." she hummed softly, meeting the young demon's gaze.

Taking a deep breath, Charlie stepped forward and nodded.

"Yes, I am. I run the Hazbin Hotel, which is where you are, to help rehabilitate sinners."

"I know." Y/n nodded, her voice quavering slightly, "I've heard so much about you. You... my dear, it worked."

"I- what?" every other question died in Charlie's throat, shock shot through her body like a bullet.

"It worked." Y/n confirmed, "You did it. I had a deal, a deal which Alastor went to your side to get me out of. If you succeeded in redeeming a soul with his aid, I would be free. And here I am."

"Here you are." Alastor repeated, spinning Y/n to face him once again.

She wobbled unsteadily on her feet. Catching sight of this along with the numerous wounds all over her body, Alastor scooped Y/n up into his arms like he did when they had first been married, when they had crossed the first threshold together. Y/n looped her arms around his neck, exhaustion seeping in with the relief as she let her head fall on his chest.

"Vaggie..." Charlie began as she turned to her girlfriend, "you don't think..."

"Pentious?" Vaggie asked and Charlie nodded.

"It's gotta be." Angel confirmed.

"You did good, kid." Husk smiled, patting Charlie on the back.

Y/n raised her head at the sound of a familiar voice, her eyes opening.

"Husker?" she asked with a smile.

The cat demon stepped forward, bowing slightly.

"Husker! I-"

"Enough of that, my love." Alastor cut her off, tapping her nose gently, "You need a shower and some rest. You can meet everyone in the morning."

Y/n crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes as she looked up at her husband.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." he sighed.

"Does that mean you're staying?" Charlie asked tentatively and the couple turned to her.

"Whatever the little lady desires." Alastor stated, looking back down at his wife in a lovestruck daze.

"Yes, Charlie. We're staying." Y/n laughed, "Things need to start changing around here and I don't see anyone else doing a god damn thing to make that happen except for you."

"I.." Charlie was speechless, the kindness this fear inspiring woman was directing towards her, having never met her before. What Husk had said made sense, she smiled, "Thank you. I don't know what you did, but that you both so much."

"Anything for my favorite girl." Alastor kissed Y/n softly.

"Oh, get a room." Angel scoffed, rolling his eyes.

[servicpop]

✶ ﹑ㅤXOXOㅤ﹏

NOW STARRING : cowboy Cole x "showgirl" m!reader

「ㅤFLUFFㅤ」ㅤdates n stuff with your cowboy bf

notes ,, not proofread ! – part one , part two

You started dating him. The sweetest cowboy around.

You've never really understood it when the showgirls always rambled on about their partners — you personally thought you couldn't do it. But here you are, yapping on and on about him.

You'd blabble a few compliments to him like "he's so handsome," "he's got the cutest smile," "he treats me like a prince," and the girls could practically see the hearts bubbling off of your head. You couldn't stop! The words flooded out your mouth like word vomit and you swore they were getting tired of hearing your heart thumping at 150 beats per minute.

Seated at the vanity, your legs dangled over the chair as you turned to one of the girls, holding your cheeks in your palm as you swooned over Cole. She didn't mind, of course, she was used to your rambling now and was focused on perfecting a new lip combo. "Oh you're so smitten!" She giggled, patting her cheeks with a cushion. "Ain't your mouth tired of moving so much 'mr lover boy'?" Another girl nudged your shoulder with the end of her brow pencil, shaking her head as she huffed from your yapping. A whistle from the girls broke you out of your trance as you lifted your head to look towards the doorway.

When you turned your head, you were met with Cole's figure standing at the entrance of the tent with a bright red blush and flowers held closely to his head. He must've heard everything. Flustered, he clutched his hat that was also held to his chest, lifting it up slightly to cover his red face, "U–uhm... hey. Apologies– I don't wanna' intrude on the ladies space." Cole's eyes were casted to the side; you could tell he was trying to be respectful of the space you shared with the girls.

You got up, walking over to where he was stood and took his hands in yours. "It's alright, I'm sure they don't mind," you reassure him, gently guiding him towards the dressing rooms where you could get changed into some more comfortable clothes. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing Cole's eyes trained to the floor and his hat covering his face as he followed you like a puppy. He most definitely felt intimidated by the bustling lifestyle showgirls lived.

As you pulled him into the dressing rooms, Cole finally relaxed, lowering his hat to his side as he watched you with a sweet smile. "No peeking," you chime, disappearing behind the wall to change. "I wouldn't unless you asked sweetheart," Cole called out, taking this moment to lean against the wall as he waited for you to finish.

When you appeared, Cole let out a whistle, his eyes locked with yours as he exhaled contently, "How do you look so beautiful all the time sugar?" Cole took a few steps closer to you, reaching his fingers out to tuck a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered in your hair, brushing through it as he held the side of your neck just behind your ears. His lips ghosted over yours and you could practically feel the heat radiating off him. He didn't connect the kiss and instead pulled back, "Nope! Savin' it for later," He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist as he walked with you out of the dressing room.

It was a nice, sunny day out with the sun beaming down on the two of you but the clouds were kind enough to provide some shelter from the harsh sunlight. Linked by arms, you and Cole were stumbling around the streets pointing out what each cloud looked like. Passer-bys probably thought you guys were drunk but in reality, you were just having some silly fun with your boyfriend.

"That one looks like a duck," Cole laughed, pointing his finger to the sky at the fluffy cloud that was... shaped nothing like a duck. It looked more like a dachshund with its pointy nose and long body but you could see where Cole got a duck from. Another cloud caught your attention, it was most definitely shaped like a horse, "Hey, doesn't that look like Spirit?" You muse, smiling as you pointed to the other cloud. "You sure got keen eyes, darlin'" Cole leaned his weight against you, ruffling your hair playfully as he squeezed you even tighter against him.

After a few minutes — or hours — of giggling at random shapes of clouds, Cole finally led you to a small café by the lake. You hadn't even realised you walked this far out with him. "They've got some mighty fine milkshakes, we can share one!" His hands dipped down to yours, linking your fingers with his as he pulled you inside. The soft jingling of the bells rung through your ears as you stepped through the door, the cozy scent of coffee beans and sweets wafted to your direction.

The atmosphere was so nice, like a fireplace on a cold winter night. Cole seemed to be familiar with the workers, calling out a few greetings before letting you sit down at one of the tables beside the window. The window sill had a small succulent plant, adding to the comfortable environment this café had. "How 'bout a salted caramel milkshake? Sound good?" Cole crooned, swiping his finger along the paper menu before he glanced up at you. You were willing to try out anything Cole suggested, he seemed familiar with this town — maybe because it was quite close to his home town.

Cole called over the waiter and had a brief chat before the waiter left with your orders. The wait was comfortably quiet, just Cole admiring the lake and sometimes you.

The waiter finally came back with the tall milkshake glass, the whipped cream dripped down the edges in small streaks of white adorned with a pinkish cherry ontop. They placed it down before flashing the two of you a smile. The milkshake stood tall and beads of condensation trickled down the flared design of the glass. "Here," You felt the coolness of the cherry being placed against your lips and you look up to see Cole holding it out for you, "I've had this milkshake plenty of times. Its my favourite."

You happily took the cherry, plucking it off of its stem as you chewed on it, the sweet taste leaving a pleasant tingle on your tongue. You watched as Cole grabbed an extra straw and placed it into the drink, pushing one towards your side and holding one to his. You both leaned in to take a sip, the coolness of the milkshake running down your throat nicely. "It's good!" you smile and Cole cant help but smile too. "Told 'ya" he laughed.

It seemed like hours as you and Cole rambled on to eachother about anything that came to mind — he'd tell you about the local gossip and you'd tell him about your experiences in different cities. The more you talked, the more the milkshake slowly disappeared and the sun lowered behind the horizon. The sunset glow casted through the window, a yellow-ish orange color painted the interior of the café. The workers practically had to kick you two out since it was 5 minutes to closing time.

The walk back to your motel wasn't silent, the evening was filled with endless conversations and laughs. Cole turned to face you, the crinkles beside his eyes softening as he had to ask the one question that's been lingering in the back of his mind, "You gotta hit the road again, don't ya?" You look up at him and can see his little heart cracking behind those eyes, he always hated to see you leave. "Yeah," You nod, your voice somewhat breathless, "It's in the city this time, its quite far this time." Cole frowned, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.

"You promise to write t'me, okay?" You weren't that cruel to not write letters to him. "Of course, Cole."

He walked you right to the doorstep, but before you could go inside, he pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist held you tightly. "Wait—" He mumbled, looking down at your face. You were so close to him. Like a snake, his arms constricted around your body, holding you as if you'd run away if he let go. He lowered his head and brought his lips to yours.

You could taste the sweet-salty taste of the caramel milkshake you shared earlier. His lips were soft, not lustful, just genuine love for you. He pulled away to let you take a breath before leaning back in for a second kiss, this time leaning so far forward you had to bend backwards to accommodate for the passionate kiss. "I love you," Cole murmured against your lips, peppering kisses all over your face as he leaned in as close as possible to you. The kisses tickled your skin, causing a giggle to be forced out of your lungs, "Love you too." As you say your last goodbyes — and Cole gave you about 50 more kisses — you finally walked back into your room, meeting one of the girls you shared the motel with.

"That was something straight out of a romance movie," She teased, stirring her black coffee with a teaspoon. "Oh shush," You reply.

Cole sighed with a smile as he finally finished drying the flowers he hand-picked earlier. One of the local grannies told him how to dry flowers and that they would last longer when dried. Knowing Cole, he most definitely used those lessons to use for you. He gently placed the flowers in the envelope, licking the glue to activate it and encased his hand-written letter safely inside.

"He'll love it!"

You had achieved a small collection of dried flowers from Cole, all different kinds and combinations. He really did have an eye for pretty things. Of course, you wrote back, using one of your favourite lipsticks to plant kiss marks on the letters, and neatly signing your name with a heart in red ink. You sealed them up and kissed the envelope once more for good luck.

Your pile of Cole's letters grew as you didn't have the heart to throw any of them away. Tonight, you had recieved an extra special letter, one that had the paw print of Scout on the front. Your heart raced as you took the letter out, curious to why this one was worthy of getting a paw print signed on it.

"I'm coming over! Just wait."

Was written on the bottom of the letter. You could just imagine the big toothy grin on Cole's face when he wrote that. And you have to give it to him, for a guy like him, you didn't expect his handwriting to be so elegant.

You weren't sure when, where, or how Cole was going to "come over," but you waited nonetheless, and the next day Cole had arrived at your hotel with a pair of rugged jeans and a hoodie you gifted to him after on of your performances. "Cole!" You beam, basically jumping out of your seat to hug him, "Honey!" He laughed back, holding you tightly against his chest. "I missed you."

He lifted you up into his arms bridal style, causing a squeak from you, and jumped onto the plush bed with you snuggled in his arms. Your legs tangled under the warmth of the sheets as he pressed his face against your neck, relishing in the soft floral scent of your perfume. He loved that scent, it was perfectly feminine but had a certain masculine undertone to it — which in his opinion — embodies you so well.

"When you get a vacation, come back to my house, I'll let you meet my parents," Cole whispered against your skin, his hands tracing small circles on your back, "Let's get married..."

"Sure— wait what?"

a/n : Cole sweet Cole !! This fic wasn't my best ,, I think maybe I could've done better/wrote more but currently my laptop is out of order right now !! I hate writing on my phone TT but it'll be back soon (hopefully) ♡

[jockwrites]

LUST - p.b

hi this is chapter two lol

warnings: angst, asshole paige

part: 2

a/n: this is pretty short lol. also the songs i put are basically what the chapters are based off of! sorry if that wasn’t clear, it’s basically some “playlist” thing i see other writers do!! 🙂‍↕️ also im basically putting you guys on..

its been 6 days since you’ve broken up with your boyfriend.

you and paige have been hanging out every day since, and you can say these have been the best days since you two have met.

right now, she’s at practice. that means you’re all by yourself.

you decide you wanna go down to the lobby, maybe grab a few snacks.

you check your phone before you leave, no calls or texts. that’s boring, and it sucks.

anyway

you put on your slippers and head out. as you’re walking you see paige’s teammate, ayanna.

“hey, ayanna. don’t you guys have practice?” you ask.

“huh? practice is tommorow” she says, laughing.

but you found nothing about that sentence funny. at all.

“well.. paige told me you guys have practice today?” you say confused.

“well blondie is lying. why she tell you that?”

“i don’t know. she said she had to leave for practice around like 1 earlier and i haven’t heard from her since.” you say, annoyed.

“whattt? girl its 9pm. no practice lasts that long regardless.. how vulnerable are you?” she says, giggling.

“ok shut up. can u text her? ask where she is? pleaseee?” you ask with puppy dog eyes.

“alright alright. gimme a minute,” she pulls out her phone, going to text paige.

as she texts her, you see her expression change. she’s looking weird.

“what is it? where is she?” you say, worried.

“she’s- she’s at her cousins.” she says nervously.

“are you lying?”

“no? i’m not. but i gotta go, ill see you around.” she speaks, walking away hurriedly.

you look around, wondering if you’re crazy.

you pull your phone out of your pocket, going to text paige.

hey, where r u?

you sit and wait. might as well get your rice krispy treat you’ve been wanting.

you walk over to the vending machine, putting in the dollar to buy your treat.

*ding*

*ding*

*ding*

“holy shit what the fuck dude” you whisper to yourself as you get 3 messages back to back from your friend.

you open the messages, and your heart instantly drops.

“what. the. fuck.” you say in your mind.

what the fuck? don’t you guys like .. idk talk?

that’s exactly what your friends message reads.

it’s three pictures of paige walking with some girl. and the third picture..

they’re holding hands.

all of a sudden, an incoming call pops up on your screen from your friend.

“holy shit girl isn’t that your little girlfriend?” says your friend over the phone.

“dude. where are you? how’d you get those?”

“i’m at chick fil a right now, and then i seen THEEE paige bueckers like omg woah then i see her with some girl that wasn’t you and that’s definitely like a omggggg woahhh reaction and so i-” she rambled.

“shut up for a second jesus. holding hands is like actually crazy. alright i gotta go.”

“alright bye babe but talk to her or something and fill me in on the tea pleaseee ok bye love you!!!”

you hang up. you don’t know how to feel right now.

you’re so overstimulated.

you walk back to your room, tears ready to fall from your eyes.

you check the message you sent earlier, and you realize you’ve been on read for ten minutes.

you put down your phone & sit back against your head board. you’re so confused, so upset, so angry.

you feel so stupid.

you start to cry, looking back on everything you’ve done for her. everything you’ve done with her.

she turned you gay, she made you breakup with your boyfriend, and now she’s cheating.

not necessarily cheating, since you guys aren’t technically together.

but that doesn’t matter, you’re off limits to other people and she’s supposed to be.

you don’t hold hands with your cousin like that.

after about 20 minutes of crying, you hear your door open. and speak of the devil, it’s paige.

she walks in, noticing you crying and immediately comes over to you.

“woah woah baby, what’s wrong? are you okay?” she says, confused.

“who is the girl.”

“what? who?”

“the girl! who is she paige?” you yell.

“i don’t know who youre talking about.”

“you know exactly what and who the fuck i’m talking about dude?!” you jeered.

“chill the fuck out,” she tempted, “and if you want me to be honest, she’s just a friend of mine.”

“nobody holds hands like that with their friends. you’re a liar.”

“no way you’re calling me a liar now. i said she was my friend and that’s what the fuck i said. drop it.”

“drop it? you literally said im off limits to other people, so how does that change for you?”

“it doesn’t. i’m just saying, she’s just a friend.”

“whatever paige. i don’t even know how you could do this to me after everything we’ve done for and to each other.” you whine.

“don’t act like a baby now. i’m not the bad person here, you are.” she huffs.

“how the fuck could you even say that?”

“well i’m not the person who left their boyfriend for a girl! i don’t know what you’d expect from me.” she snaps.

“what the fuck? you made me leave him paige! you asked, you convinced, you nagged. don’t flip this shit on me!” you snap back.

“well maybe i wanted to have a little fun. that’s all it fucking was.” she says, an angry look in her eyes.

“take a look around paige, nothing about this is fun to me. read the room. think about how i would’ve felt.”

“how the hell did you even find out?”

“doesn’t matter. don’t flip the subject.” you sass.

“whatever. i don’t know why you thought we were more than a hookup anyway. you’re obsessed and crazy.”

your heart drops. you immediately turn away from her, tears about to form in your eyes.

“get the fuck out.” you snarked.

“alright. i’ll do that then.”

“bye. don’t come back.”

and just like that, you hear the door close. she actually left.

tears immediately start flowing. you feel so hurt, neglected, ridiculed.

you cannot believe the words that came out of her mouth, after everything.

you sniffle and cry, thinking back on the memories you two had.

it would be insane to say it wasn’t more than a hookup. but you guess it was.

as you slowly cry yourself to sleep, you realize this was a mistake.

a/n: hi so this is horrible but pls stay tuned for next chapter, maybe smut maybe not 👅 also someone teach me how to make a masterlist pls??!!!

[lissdiary]

shoto with a gf who's a bit of a menace, she's like the female denki of the class, funny etc, but she always respects him and his private persona, knowing to not draw a lotta attention to them and knowing when to be serious and sweet when he needs it cause god knows how much bb boy has been through :/

yes poor bb boy, he just needs someone who’ll ease his mind off everything !!

shoto noticed the way you laughed with your friends when you all sat in the lounge room and how much more your personality shined with them, but he also noticed how much calmer you were around him.

whenever your classmates got curious about your relationship, you made sure it remained private. you both agreed on the “private but not secret” relationship as respect towards shoto. of course he wanted to show you off, but he’d much rather keep you to himself. “so what’s shoto like, yn?” mina asked as she propped her elbows on the dining table, turning her head to look at you.

only you knew what shoto was like. “he’s sweet and kind, respects me a lot.” you replied, covering your mouth as you chewed your dinner. you made sure not to give them too many details, quickly switching the subject towards mina and kirishima. you began teasing her, asking her questions on her relationship that would make her face flourish.

you continued talking with your friends until you noticed shoto walking towards you, he noticed you had finished eating and wanted to take you away for himself. you looked up at him from your seat as he bent down to your ear. “can i take you away now?” you responded with a nod, he grabbed your plate and discarded it as you said goodnight to your friends.

you followed him to your dorm, you were rambling to him about your friends and what upcoming events they wanted to attend. you closed your door behind you as you continued talking about your friends, shoto turned around to look at you. you paused, he had a soft smile on his face. “what’s wrong sh-“ he cupped your cheek with his left hand, the cold feeling making you slightly flinch. he pulled you in for a kiss, a slow soft kiss.

he had been thinking about kissing you all day and now he finally got to. “nothing’s wrong, i just wanted to have you to myself. is that fine?” he kissed your cheek as you nodded, replying with a low hum. you were shoto’s safe space, he felt at ease with you, which is why he in love with you in the first place. you were there to reassure him when he needed, and to comfort him throughout his trauma.

your nights consisted of just listening to gentle music while he napped on your lap, your hand moving his red and white strands away from his eyes. shoto liked the quiet, even more with you. you were reading a book while you caressed his hair when you heard your phone going off, shoto slowly waking up. “shh .. it’s okay sho” you muted your notifications as you tried not to wake him, unfortunately he yawned a turned over. “is everything alright, yn?” you set your book down beside you, giving him a small peck on his temple. “yes ‘m sorry my love, go back go sleep.” he let out a low hum as he turned over, kissing your thigh as he fell back asleep.

nights like this were enough for him, all he needed was to be with you.

my first time writing shoto, i hope u liked it! it was sm fun writing his gentle personality, possibly more sho in the future?? )^o^(

[ambcass]

Can I request Bruce Wayne x kid reader, where the reader is really shy and hardly talks to anyone, and when they meet someone new, the reader hides behind Bruce's leg. The reader is clinging to Bruce, like a lost puppy, but at some point Bruce has to leave and the reader has a full on melt down, crying and screaming. Trying to find Bruce, the reader somehow escapes the manor and tries to look for Bruce, but they get overwhelmed with the people and the cars. Luckily Gordon finds the reader and recognizes, so he calls Bruce. Later Bruce and the whole Family arrive, and Bruce never leaves the reader ever again.

OMG I ACIDENTALLY DELETED AN INBOX!! IF U MADE THE PERCY JACKSON ONE IM SORRYYY :(((

anyways request pls :)

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"And who is this cutie?" a woman wearing a red dress points to you. You were on Bruce's side, lost in a trance before you heard that woman address you. You quickly hid behind Bruce and peeked your head out. Bruce looked behind him and smiled.

"This is ___. They're a bit shy but once you get to know them, they are a bundle of joy." The woman stepped closer and extended her arms.

"Awe, come give me a hug," she said in a warm tone. You backed up, furrowing your eyebrows. Bruce stopped her and started explaining how you didn't come from a great environment before meeting him. The woman pouted but respected your past.

"Poor baby...I'm so sorry," She placed her hands on her chest. "I'll leave you two alone now. I'll see you later Mr. Wayne" She winked at Bruce and then left. You came out of hiding, you held on to his hand. Bruce gave you the "okay" signal, meaning that he was done with this gala, and it was finally time to go home. The two of you walked out of the "palace" and headed to the limo. The windows rolled down, and Alfred was there to greet the two of you. Bruce opened the door and you leaped into the car.

"Alfred, Alfred! Can we please, please, please go home" you whined and shook your legs. Bruce got in the car and closed the door. Alfred giggled and started driving away.

"I take it that your trip was fun?"

"Not even. We have so much in common, the two of us hate galas," Bruce answered and turned towards you. "Isn't that right,___?" You nodded. For you, the ride took so long that you started falling asleep. Your eyes couldn't keep open and eventually, you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Once you arrived back to the manner, Bruce carried you back. Placing you on your bed until you wake up. Waking up, your vision slowly started to clear up as you walked out of your room.

"B-bruce...," you called out. "Bruce! Where are you?" your heart started to beat faster and faster. You ran down the stairs calling for Bruce and Alfred but no response. Walking back and forth, running in circles through the manner.

You knew it was a bad idea, but you did it anyway. You left the manner to search for him, the both of them. Ran down the hill, heading for the streets, cars were running at 50 mph but you didn't care that you were going to get hurt. You just wanted your dad.

At this point, you're out of breath. You sat down on the side of the crosswalk. Tears flood your eyes. You start hyperventilating. Breathe. You told yourself. Breathe. That's what Dad would want. You felt a tap and jolted up.

"___? What are you doing here? Where's your dad?" A guy in his mid-40s looked down at you. It was Commissioner Gordan. You went to give Gordan a big hug as you sobbed in his arms.

"W-where's Bruce. I can't find him!" you cried out. Gordan stroked your hair, trying to calm you down.

"It's going to be okay, we'll find him...I'll give him a call, alright?" His soft expression made you realize that you were safe. Safe from everything from the outside world. Godan gave Bruce a call and minutes later he arrived. The moment you saw him, you ran towards him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"What are you doing out of the house?" Bruce asked. You did nothing but ramble countlessly about how much you missed him and Alfred. A person emerges out of the car and speaks,

"Hey sweetie, what can your big brother do to help you feel better?" Your oldest brother, Dick Grayson came out from the car. You took a look in the car and saw the other three. Jason, Tim, and Damian.

"The others are gonna arrive at the manner later. Meanwhile how about us four spend time with our little sister. How does that sound?" Dick asked and you nodded. You entered the car and Bruce followed.

"After today, I won't ever leave my little girl at home alone ever again."

[spence-whore]

I wonder if u might do a Spencer besties to lovers fic (:

‘Best Friends’

Spencer Agnew x Reader

a/n forewarning, i read through this like four times but i don’t have the time to heavily edit it. please overlook the mistakes lmao but i hope you guys like this one:)

Ever since your first day at Smosh, you have felt loved and important. They were like a huge family, just welcoming you in. There was one specific crew member that you grew close to and that was Spencer. Everyone was always giving the two of you shit because you were always glued to each other’s hips. They swore up and down that the two of you were going to pull a Courtney and Shayne but on the entire crew, announcing the fact that you and Spencer were together this entire time.

When in reality, he was just your best friend. You would give everything for it to be more than that but it never would turn out that way. He only sees you as his best friend, nothing more.

“Y/N!” Angela screamed while standing in front of your table. You were currently eating lunch while scrolling on your phone.

“Angela!” You attempted to scream back before giggling and almost choking on your chips.

“Your husband was looking for you.” Amanda announced while pulling up a chair beside you. You rolled your eyes and glared at her. “What did he want?” She just shrugged her shoulders and started to talking to Angela about the next shoot. Their rambling lasted for a good five minutes talking about some characters they were wanting to try out in Try Not to Laugh before you heard footsteps approaching from the corner.

You could immediately tell it was Spencer. You didn’t even have to turn your head to look and see who it was. “Hey Spice.” You said loudly while stuffing your mouth with more chips. Spice was some dumb inside joke, the two of you had from whenever you had to go get your wisdom teeth taken out. Spencer was the one to drop you off and pick you up. You could not get the name Spence out, you just kept calling him Spice.

“Another reason to add to the list of why I think they are soulmates. They can literally tell it is him walking up just from his footsteps. What the actual fuck?” Angela said to Amanda rolling her eyes.

“Hey short stack. I got you a coffee and a chocolate croissant from that one place you-“ He stopped talking for a minute while staring at you.

“What are you staring at me for?” You asked looking at him weirdly, mid stuffing your face with more chips.

“Isn’t that my hoodie?” Spencer asked while pointing towards the hoodie you have on. You had gotten cold and passed by his desk earlier. You noticed he had a hoodie thrown on his chair and figured, hey, he wouldn’t miss it?

You just smiled at him before grabbing the coffee and croissant. “You’ll have to pry it off my dead cold body before you can get it back. It’s comfortable and it smells like you.” You said before thinking about what you were saying and felt blush flooding your cheeks. “Wait, I mean it smells good.” You said really quickly while covering your mouth and looking at him and everyone else with a panicked look.

“I’m not complaining that you have it on. I was just wondering where it went earlier and literally told Shayne I bet that you had stole it. You look cute in it anyways. You can just bring it to me later whenever you come over.” He said with a faint smile on his face. “You still are on for tonight, right? For us to finish the next episode of Fallout?” He asked tilting his head while looking down at you, practically sliding down in your chair.

“Yup. I will be there.” You said real quickly, praying that the heat in your face will go away. He just nodded his head before smiling and walking away.

Angela, Amanda, and Courtney, who joined the table during the interaction, all stared at you while you tried playing it off as confused.

You just stared back at them, “What? Is there something on my face?” You asked while wiping at your face.

“Uh, nothing but the color red.” Courtney answered quickly before laughing and shaking her head. “When are you two going to admit the fact that you are head over heels for each other? It is so obvious.”

You could feel your face getting even redder while the three laughed over how much you’re practically melting due to the teasing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. So, tell me more about the character you were wanting to test out during TNTL?” You asked.

A few hours passed by and it was time for you to leave and head over to Spencer’s place. You were walking out of the office whenever you bumped into Shayne.

“I heard you and Spencer are gonna attempt to finish up the rest of Fallout. How are you liking it so far?” Shayne asked walking aside you.

“It’s been pretty good. I never realized how much I enjoyed watching a show like this with someone else. It’s so fun to just watch something like that together and witness their reactions while the stuff is happening.” You explained while getting excited over the thought of hanging out with the man and eating snacks.

“I think you just like the idea of hanging out with Spencerrrrrrrrr.” Shayne said with a huge smile covering his face. “He’s really excited to hang out with you too. It is literally all I have heard about today.”

You started to complain whenever he first teased you until you heard him comment about Spencer being excited to see you as well.

The two of you had hit the parking lot and were about to separate. “What do you-“ Shayne cut you off before you could even finish. “Y/N, please stop acting like you can’t see it.” Shayne laughed before smiling at you. “Sorry, that sounded a bit harsh but everyone can see it and I’m pretty sure you can too. That guy is so hopelessly in love with you. You can’t tell me he isn’t.” You didn’t know what to say, you just stared at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Shayne said while giving a polite wave and walked off towards his car, where Courtney was waiting on him.

Some time passed by and you were finally walking up the steps to his house. Something about tonight felt different. For some reason tonight, you were nervous. It was just Spencer. He is your best friend, so you had no reason to be nervous. Shayne’s words were sticking in your head though. Any other time, it wouldn’t get to your head but man it was really fucking with you tonight.

You had a spare key to his house, so you just unlocked the door and walked in. “Hoooooneeey, I’m hooooooome.” You yelled trying, trying to not giggle.

“Hey Y/N.” You just hear Spencer respond and see him pop his head around the corner. “I’m just changing into comfier clothes. You can go onto the living room.”

All you could think was weird. He usually carries on with your comments whenever you enter his house.

You just thought, maybe he was tired. So, you tried thinking nothing of it and headed into his living room. You got situated on his couch and started pulling up the next episode of Fallout.

“I put your hoodie on the counter.” You nodded towards the kitchen area while forcing a smile at him. He just nodded his head okay and sat down beside you.

Spencer is usually the touchy type of friend. He is always touching you in some way, either it grabbing your legs and throwing them over his, arm against yours, something like that. Tonight was different though. He had a distance between the two of you.

“You ready to start?” He asked before nodding towards the TV and you just nodded your head yes.

It was killing you. There was something going on and you couldn’t tell what. It was like there was a blanket of thick tension laying over the two of you. You would look at him out of the corner of your eye and catch him glancing over at you. He would catch you looking over at him then looking back at the TV. It was starting to drive you insane, so you had to speak up.

You grabbed the remote and paused the show. “What is going on?” You asked while turning towards him.

“What are you talking about? We’re at the part where-“ You realized he was about to explain the part of the episode, so you cut him off. “No, what is going on with you? You seem upset tonight.”

He looked at you then stared at the TV for a few minutes. You sat in silence as well, thinking maybe he needed it till the silence got deafening.

“Spencer? I don’t understand? Any other night we hang out, we’re always cracking jokes with each other and talking about our days and tonight-“

It was like it happened within a flash.

Spencer turned to face you while you were talking and you thought he was turning to listen to whatever you were about to say. You couldn’t be further than wrong.

He grabs both sides of your face and cuts you off. “Can I kiss you?”

It was like all of the words immediately got stuck in your throat and you just stared at him in shock. He started laughing over the way your face starts getting red in his hands. “What?” was all you managed to squeak out.

He inched a little closer to you, “Trevor was calling me an idiot for not realizing how much you like me. At first, I thought he was ignorant, of course. I thought there is no way they would have the same feelings. I, then, remembered how you acted earlier today over the hoodie and the comment about liking how I smell. It was like something just clicked. You also blush anytime we have an interaction. I could be wrong and if I am, I’m so sorry for butchering this friendship, Y/N, but can I please just kiss you already?”

You couldn’t even get words out. All you could do was shake your head yes and immediately, it was like all of the words left your head. He didn’t do the stereotypical ‘starved’ kiss that happens with the friends to lovers trope. He just softly pressed his lips against yours while pulling you closer to him by your face.

This lasted for a minute before he slowly pulled back. Your hands immediately fell to his wrists that were under your chin and you both just stared at each other.

“Your face is probably the reddest I have ever seen it. I’m going to assume everyone was right?”

You just smacked him on the chest and then wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him close to you, “Yes, you dork.” You kissed him again but didn’t last long before he pulled back again.

“Wait, mentioning earlier… I wanted to ask, so you like the way I smell?” He says with a stupid grin on his face and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh for fucks sake, just kiss me again already Spencer.”

[serxinns]

idk if u do angst or not but i love me so good angst so if u dont mind can u do some kiribaku x reader angst plz i would love that thx like they cooking for kiri and bakugo and bakugo complains about how little reader dose and kiri agrees cuz they just kinda stay at home and clean do the laundry and so like after he says that she gets mad so the next day she does nothing and like just reads like doesn't cook for them that night doesn't do there laundry and doesn't clean the house that day and at first bakugo's mad about it and kiri doesn't know what to feel and this go's for a few day and kiri and bakugo have to do everything and the see how hard it is and apologizes to reader! i think it cute

thank you plz dont feel like u have to! i love ur writing

*evil laughter* you fool I AM THE IDEAL ANGST WRITER AND IM A KIRIBAKU FAN IM A YUZUYA FAN AFTER ALL 😈

You were humming along to your favorite song as you were carrying 3 baskets of both your husband's clothes "That's About all of them" you huffed in relief you then grabbed and poured all the bleached cleaning chemicals in there and the clothes and turned on the washing machine "ok so I cleaned the room unclothed the sink and the toilet went and got groceries what else..." you were thinking for a while until a delight smell met your nose

"Man whatever Kats is cooking must be good I might sneak a bite or two.." a mischievous grin started forming on your face you crept out of the laundry room in the halls to where the kitchen to hear Kiri and Katsuki talking, you leaned your ear closer and it seems like they were talking about you

"And then when I came back I saw y/n tried and laying on the couch sleeping like a layout sloth with MY favorite chips in hand! " You giggled as you heard Katsuki angrily rambling on to his other lover Kiri about you slacking off thinking he was still holding a grudge about the snack incident"God I wish she could just do SOMETHING around the house rather than clean and BARELY cooking shes so..LAZY" "bakugo don't be so mean but yea I kinda agree I wish she could do more in the house rather than clean.."

Your heart stung at that very moment tears started to swell up in your eyes you had to carry Kiri's 2000-pound dumbbells when it was delivered at his home which bruised your hands and arms pretty bad, another time you saw permanent stainsmon Akatsuki's hero suit due to a battle with a notorious villain and decided to spend all your savings try and get it off, the more rambling they went on about you being "Lazy" the more angry and hurt you were

You then ran up the stairs and stuffed your face into the pillow and cried softly were you not working hard enough? After all the bruises cuts and money worth nothing? Were you actually Lazy? Thoughts swirled around your head and you lost your appetite you didn't feel like sleeping with them so you grabbed a pillow and blanket and slept in the guest room for tonight, you locked the door making sure they wouldn't barge in

Suddenly a knock on the door alerted you "Hey baby you there why are you in the guest room?" Kiri asked concern filling his voice but you ignored him getting the pillow and putting it on your head, Kiri tried a few more times getting more worried for you so he quickly ran down to get Katsuki about the situation "hèy blast y/n locked herself in the guest room... I think they're ignoring me" katsuki rolled his eyes while brushing his teeth getting ready for bed

"She's probably in her "dramatic bitch phase moods" or whatever she calls it she'll prob get over it in the morning," he said waving it off "but it feels like shes mad at us.. I think we should-" he was cut off by katsuki kissing him on the lips "El they'll be fine I'm sure of it plus she'll prob crawl back into bed without us knowing in the middle of the night now good night" katsuki pecked kiri on the cheek and jumped into bed Kiri took one last Glance in corners and slowly climbed in the bed feeling a bit empty even katsuki felt it so he clung onto Kiri but it was still empty and cold without you

The next morning they woke up and there was still no you, katsuki glanced at the space and rolled his eyes maybe you are mad.. or you woke up early to cook breakfast? Katsuki then took a shower and then got ready, you normally already had his warm dry clothes in the drawers but to his surprise, they were all soaking "Y/N!" He yelled out stomping around to hunt you down for this cruel prank but to find out you already left without their breakfast... only but a note and plain grain cereal saying "Here's your breakfast breakfast 😁"

Katsuki was stunned knowing that you would go all out making them a big breakfast with their drinks and everything decorated Kiri followed behind him yawning he glanced at the table and looked a bit worried "Katsuki what if we did make her upset" Katsuki groaned at his boyfriends whining and turn towards him "she's not mad she's probably was too lazy to do it and even if she was she can't go that far we can outlast her rebellion" he said with confidence

It's been 2 days and it's been hell you weren't lifting a finger for them and both of your boys weren't too pleased with that, katsuki wasn't used to washing clothes so he accidentally mixed the colored clothes with the white clothes which stained some of the white clothes to his annoyance, Kiri was freaking out that there was red hair dye left and he had hero meaning to go and his hair was almost turning black he begged you to go to the store but to his defeat you just stared at him and politely said no and got back to your reading

Katsuki was getting enraged by your sudden behavior so he confronted you with a beaming glare "Oi what's with this shitty attitude your pulling?" "Blasty no!" You tilted your head innocently at the 2 Men "What do you mean I'm doing something" You were about to go back to your read when Katsuki snatched the book and slammed it on the counter you glared at him "I had enough of this shitty attitude woman you have been doing less and less work each day and we're paying the consequences"

you scoffed "But is this what I am right a Lazy bum" Katsuki was about to question you about your statement but then it hit him..the memory of him and Kiri talking about you... "you heard our conversation" you looked over to him as your eyes narrow "at every single last word" Kirishima swelled up with guilt avoiding eye contact with white katsuki was still glaring

"Listen, baby, we're sorry it won-" "Oh don't give me that half ass apology you're gonna have to work for it BIG TIME" "Oh please like we deserve your forgiveness just because you're not doing much" You laughed sarcastically and got in his face

"I bet your ass wouldn't last a week without me doing the housework" "Fine winner gets to use the others credit card for the day and make them breakfast in bed for almost a week" "what!? Bakugan I dont think-" "Deal" you cut off Kirishima as you shook hands with the blond "what have I gotten into"

The next few days were hell! Most of Kiri and katsuki's colored clothes were bleached due to Kiri accidentally putting them in the colored clothes rather than putting them in the white clothes all their clothes were full of dye stains that day while you happily shopped you some clothes,

Katsuki, on the other hand, was worse he didn't have any time to make breakfast or lunch so he went on for the day cranky and hungry having to eat cheap instant ramen in his break and was questioned by fans on why was there Clear dye stain on his suit and kiri got laughed by both his friends and in the agency about his hair drooping and all black colored making his fans chased after him with questions or stating they liked his hair red which was to his annoyance

You watched as the two boys struggled with doing their jobs as you sat there secretly giggling to yourself and talking with your friends on the phone like a form to brag it to them

"Katuki im gonna apologize it's getting too much..." Kiri told Katsuki as he was struggling to mow the lawn (you also do that) "Are you kidding you giving up that easily because she was a" "No Bakugo because I know to feel what's it like its hard, look at you, your struggling to turn on the lawn mower your clothes are stained and we haven't eaten no good meals in over a week I'm tried katsuki and you are too"

katsuki stood they're quietly he didn't wanna admit but it was true it had been torture without you hell even if they kept going like this the whole house would be a disaster but not inky that their relationship would be stained and he didn't want that he truly loved you two even if he doesn't show it and he doesn't mean or intentionally wanna hurt you was he really taking it to far? That's what he made his final decision

"Fine.." Kiri turned slowly turned into smirk a bit "what was that couldn't hea-" "I SAID FINE DONT PUSH IT YOU DAMN ROCK" he chucked putting hands up in defeat "alright alright I heard you thr 1st time kats!" He chuckled as both was finding a way to make it up to you when you got home

You arrived at your home signing it's been a long day for you even tho you barely did anything you had a lot on your mind wondering was too far but were still confident that they needed to learn their lesson!, you got to your doorstep seeing a note that said "come in there's a surprised" in both Katsuki and Eljirou handwriting you raised your brow a bit but curious to know what was the surprise about

You slowly open the door revealing a fancy dinner table with all your favorite foods' petals on the floor what's next to the dish is a small gift right beside it "You look over to see both Your husbands' faces guilt written all over, you narrowed put your hands on your hips pretending to not be happy "so what's all this" katsuki sighed knowing that you were still mad at them which was reasonable "an apology i-no we're sorry for what we say I know this isn't much" you glanced I silently "but we also ran a warm bath for you with your favorite show recorded-"

you cut the men off by tackling them with a hug happy tears fllow "I COULDNT DO IT ANYMORE I HATED THIS CHALLENGE" Kiri's face was starting to swell up in tears as well "ME NEITHER" Both you and Kiri cried dramatically while Katsuki stood there genuinely smiling and chuckling a bit

"What are you laughing at blasty" glaring playfully at the blond who was on the edge of wanting to bust out laughing at his partner's dramatic performance

"Nothing" he smirked he was just glad everything was back to normal "So who wanna watch (favorite show)"

[aryxchse]

HEYAAA AND CONGRATS ON 400 ♡

could i get love talk with percy jackson and a daughter of apollo. idk smth from angst to fluff. maybe u could write smth with tall reader included?? her feeling insecure? friends to lovers?

i really don't know, but whatever you'll write will be awesome !!!

you wanted to turn into a ball of sadness.

you, the sunshine of the camp (quite literally), the joy, the laughter, everything nice, was quiet all day. your siblings asked you what's wrong, your friends asked you whats wrong, but you waved them off with a simple 'i'm tired.'

even the sun was not shining bright enough, matching with your mood. even your dad could say something is wrong with you too.

the problem was... nothing actually. maybe you were tired, or you were becoming bipolar. you didn't know. but you wanted to be away from anyone else until you find the light inside you again.

the light being percy, of course.

he entered his cabin as usual, just coming back from his classic surfing session. he left the board leaning to the blue wall as he shaked the water from his hair. he didn't saw you at first; because you were under his blue blankets, hugging yourself like a newborn baby.

he hummed one of the songs you writed for him as he entered the shower, taking the sticky feeling of the salt water off.

you did heard him, but you waited until he found you.

after a quick shower, he get out from the bathroom dressed, ready to chill in his bed until you arrive. the moment he opened his blanket, he jumped.

"holy hera!" he yelped, hands resting on his knees as he realised it was you, who were a giggling mess right now. maybe the real sunshine was percy, the boy who always made you laugh through everything.

"hey," you said, smiling. he looked at you, he wanted to be angry at you for making him jump like that, and in normal circumstanses he would pull out the riptide; but the way you smiled made all of his thoughts go away.

"hello my serial killer." he said, already joining you in his bed. he take you in his arms and peppered your hair with kisses, taking off the chillness of the water with your warm body. you immediatly hugged him back, smelling his signature scent; salt water.

you chuckled at him. "where have you been?" you asked, even though you knew he was surfing every sundays. you just wanted him to talk away your problems with his rambling. you only needed his voice in your head.

"y'know baby, just surfin' and all," he murmured to your hair, kissing the place again. he loved how you smelled like the early hours of the morning, and he can't even express this out loud. you had a smell like summer, fun and childish. it was like his own drug.

"you gonna tell me why you were in my bed, all curling up?" he asked you, already knowing you were having a shit day. "or are we just going to cuddle? you know both is fine with me."

you knew of course. your boyfriend was the best when it camed to lighten your mood.

"i don't even know what's wrong myself," you mumled, voice coming out as a muffle since you hugged his bare chest tightly. "can you keep talking? it helps." you spoke quietly.

"of course baby," he kissed your hair again. "hmm, what can i say.. oh! i saved a little kid from drowning today." he told you as he pulled away a little to see your expression. you immediatly gasped and asked him what happened.

as he excitedly told you about the little adventure he had with the little boy, using all of his body to make it more realistic, you smiled to yourself. the sun shining all by itself is a fucking lie, you thought. and percy was definetly the proof of that. because if he wasn't in your life to cheer you up, you probably wouldn't even shine again.

[penny-anna]

i have other things to do but here we gooooo owl house fic recs:

Autism to Autism Communication by Polyhexian

"I understand sarcasm," Hunter said, sounding offended. He crossed his arms. "You didn't do the voice thing." Darius stared at him. "The what?" Hunter put his arms in the air and gave his hands a sarcastic little wave. "I GuEsS I'LL hAvE tO sToP cOmInG oVeR, tHeN," he said in the most over the top and comical parody of sarcasm that Darius had ever heard in his life.

everything by this author is great & this one is a joy and a delight!!

Extant Species by Polyhexian

She'd been called a monster more times than she could count, but she knew what a real monster looked like.

i'd happily rec a bunch of polyhexian's stuff but this lil vee & hunter fic was a highlight. especially enjoy the part where hunter's advising her on how best to go about murdering him. love that for them both!!

Owlet by Polyhexian

"Eda!" Hunter yelled as he shouldered open the door and Hooty cooed and rambled at him, "I need help with my potions homewooooooaaaat the HELL is that?!" Luz looked up from where she was sitting on the couch and reading what appeared to be a romance novel about werewolves. "What is what?" "That!" he yelled, pointing at the hulking behemoth curled up in the middle of the room in a massive pile of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals. "Is that the owl beast?!"

& 1 more!! short n sweet n cute

With Clay and Star Scraps by SiryyGray

Hunter decided to do some research into Grimwalkers. First discovery: Grimwalkers were outlawed in every city under every rule as far back as the history books go. Second discovery: Grimwalkers have no natural means of death. Third discovery: there’s a caveat to that second one.

some absolutely brutal grimwalker content. SPOILERS: hunter can't outlive belos.

Intrusion by rayrock

'He drops something in. It moves and writhes, but it is clearly exhausted. “Eat,” is all he says, voice barely above a whisper. But it is a demand nonetheless, intimidating enough to send shivers down her spine. She hisses in protest once more. He tucks the notepad and pen into his cloak and pulls out a staff. It unfolds and glows a bright red. He does not say anything more. He is nearly always silent when she sees him.' Or: Vee and the Golden Guard’s relationship is complicated, but it is there

some more vee & hunter content for you

just a little bit left by prodigalDaughter

The first time Darius had seen the new Guard unmasked, the fury and betrayal had risen in him like floodwater, bubbling and steaming out of creeks and sewers. Creed had never told him he had a son. —— Hunter has discovered what he is, but he’s not the only one who has to grapple with assumptions made about his origins.

hey remember the other day when i was talking about 'what if darius thought hunter was the previous golden guard's son'! well here u go someone wrote that fic

Wild and Wandering Cries by PorcelanaRota

So his uncle goes flying into the wall directly above him and he is unable to dodge. And his uncle, who is now more palisman curse slime than he is flesh and blood, splatters on the wall, on the ground, on him. Hunter’s been in hundreds of life-or-death situations. He’s felt real and true and visceral fear that sank into his bones and marinated into terror more times than not. Still, nothing has ever left him so shocked and horrified and just flat-out scared that time has actually stopped.

belos splash zone? belos splash zone.

mistakes (the thrilling saga, in high definition) by quynnyah

"This," Amity says, "is not normal human behavior." (Or: Amity and Hunter volunteer to help Camila on a grocery trip. It goes about as well as expected.)

some banging amity & hunter in the human realm stuff for u

Notched by angelcloves

Belos removes the ear tag from his newest Grimwalker.

tiny wee fic giving a backstory for Hunter's notched ear. i rotate this concept in my brain all the time. absolutely twisted.

There is no open window, but the floors still creep by theprincessofdenial

On Tuesday, they eat Chinese. On Wednesday, Camila once again doesn’t have the time to cook, so pizza it is. On Thursday, she wants to make a proper dinner but there’s a hold up at the clinic, Luz knocks over a shelf, Willow has a wardrobe emergency, and then Amity’s cat goes missing. And Hunter beats Gus up so badly the boy ends up bleeding, so there’s also that.

hgnnnh i would rec this entire series if i could (it's 14 fics totally 200k total). its all so chewy i want to get my teeth into it and rrrrrrrrrr. ANYWAY this is my no 1 fav i've been back and re-read it about 7 times. love the Camila Noceda POV; the way it captures the chaos of all 6 kids in the house and makes it feel so real & vivid; the absolutely brutal Hunter characterisation. if ur a Hunter fan go read this right away.

Distance by theprincessofdenial

For the first minute, they all just stand there in silence and watch the airship slowly disappear beyond the horizon. Even though they’re supposed to react quickly, the cold still comes as a shock. It takes some time for the reality to settle in and for them to realize how useless everything they have brought is going to be when their marrow freezes. Hunter hears some of the Scouts inhaling sharply after they approach the ledge and look down. They turn around, unsure where to start, and they shuffle their feet in the snow (terrible decision, really, this way their boots are going to get wet even quicker). Hunter’s the first one to break the silence, and oh, he does it with style. He has been rehearsing that line for a week. “See you at the bottom, suckers!” he exclaims as he pulls out the staff and disappears in a flash of red light. (or: The Obligatory "Leave Everyone at the Top of the Mountain and See Who Makes It Back to the Bottom Alive" Fic. With a splash of Steve)

2nd rec from this series. exactly what it says on tin. *banging pots together* you like whump come get your whump i ADORE what this author does w Hunter. also Steve is there (whump for Steve!!)

A Potter's Field by theprincessofdenial

The view from the staircase is, well, not stunning, that’s definitely not the word. It’s just that “view” is supposed to be accompanied by “stunning,” and Luz can feel her brain coming to a screeching halt and refusing to process what they’re seeing. It's skeletons. Come on, they both knew it was going to be skeletons. The entire Isles know at this point. (Or: despite what the stories would have you believe, in the aftermath, there are things to deal with. Those things include ruined infrastructure, electing new leaders, and prosecuting those responsible for the old regime. And apparently, also Grimwalker mass graves.)

& third and final. unbelievably chewy post-canon fic. lets get into the reconstruction of the isles in full detail. goes hard as hell. will sit in my brain for a long time i think. cannot rec this enough.

and rats all for now!! i got a bunch more stuff in my 'marked for later' so watch this space

[zee-143]

~𝙵𝚊𝚗!𝚂𝚔𝚣 𝚡 𝙸𝚍𝚘𝚕! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜~

♡A/N: This is what won the polls so this is what I'll write. Also ty to everyone who likes my content. I have other fics coming up so stay tuned and hope you enjoy this one❤❤ Skz aren't idols in this btw. Just you :) I did reread this but if u do find mistakes I apologize 😭

SKZ x Fem! Reader

♡Genre: Fluff

♡Warnings: Noneee

Chan

He first heard about your music through a friend.

He was instantly hooked

He practically loved every single song you wrote and released

Chan was definitely a committed fan too

He'd follow all your social media just to stay updated on everything you were doing

Nothing creepy. Only to stay informed of course

If you had a fan meeting? He would totally be there. Even if it meant dragging a friend along with

A concert? He will be there just to support you

Chan simply loves anything you do. Whether it be the way you eat or talk. Everything just seems so... Perfect

Now, as a fan, Chan knows he shouldn't get too attached but its been difficult to say the least

Ever since that one encounter with you, Chan couldn't help but get a little excited at the thought of you

It was your 5th fan meeting. You were happily greeting fans, receiving their gifts or compliments like a complete professional. Chan stood in line, excitedly tapping his feet. He held a paper bag(that was your favorite color) with loads of gifts in them.

The line moved quite slowly but Chan didn't mind. If it was to see you, he'd wait a century. The closer he moved though, the more excited and nervous he became.

Finally, it was his turn to meet you

You happily greet him and he greets back. You spark up a little conversation by complimenting his outfit. Chan compliments back, saying how he admired your outfit too.

Chan revealed all the presents he bought for you. You were extremely surprised by how many things they were. Your staff can along, taking the gifts and placing them with the others

"You didn't have to buy all that stuff you know" You laughed. Your smile caused a light pink to spread across Chan's face. "I don't mind. You really inspire me and make me very joyful. It's the least I can do" Chan grins confidently. You nod, signing the poster and album he brought along

"Well, thank you so much. It's really amazing that I get to make fans like you so happy. It makes me happy. Don't stop smiling for me, alright? " He never forget those words. He never forgot his promise to her. He smiled, whenever a smile needed to be present.

Chan sometimes wonders if you remember him. It is unlikely. You do have millions of fans everywhere all around the world. Meeting you was enough for him though. It was just enough.

Minho

He was just scrolling through YouTube one day when he came across on of your music videos. With 93 million views?

He felt that was a little much but who knows maybe it wasn't bad.

Minho was wrong though. It wasn't just bad. Your music was 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. He felt like he just found a drug and you were the dealer.

He tried not admitting how much he actually liked your music but failed

The posters on the walls aren't there for nothing obviously

He loved your dance style. It was so clean yet fun. He'd spend hours in his room just watching performance videos and trying to master your dances

Minho was intrigued by your stage presence more than anything. You captivated the crowd with just one look. You definitely had a way with face expressions and emotions

His room was filled with different types of merchandise. From posters to photo cards to albums to hoodies and even more

With all the merch though, it was hard to keep his little obsession a secret. And not because he was embarrassed. He just didn't want people getting all nosy with this one little interest. It was his and his alone.

One moment he won't forget was that one live he watched

Minho wasn't particularly feeling well that day but luckily you were on the rescue. You decided to go live and just ramble about whatever has been happening. Nothing special, which Minho didn't mind. He just loved your voice.

Minho was slightly bored. He deciding on commenting something. It's not like he was hoping for you to see it. He typed out something sweet but simple: 𝘐𝘮 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. He read through the comment before sending it through

You, on the other hand, we're reading through the comments until one caused you to raise your eyebrows and smile. "I'm feeling really bad today but your voice makes everything a little brighter" You read.

Minho practically panicked, noticing you read his comment. That was 𝙝𝙞𝙨 comment. He slapped his cheek just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. And sure enough he wasn't.

"I'm sorry that you're feeling bad but it'll get better. Life sucks but don't let that stop you. I'm glad I'm helping just a bit. To which ever fan who commented that and everyone else, I love you so much and don't ever forget that" You raised a thumbs up before staring back down at your phone, looking for more comments to read

Minho felt his heart skip a beat. Skip multiple beats in fact. Though the last few words weren't only directed towards him it felt that way. And that's all that matters.

Changbin

Changbin had always been a fan of you. Ever since debut he was rooting for you to succeed

And boy did you do just that

You had millions of fans from all over the globe now and he felt proud of you for that. He loved that you got where you wanted to be.

He enjoyed more of your older songs as that's what he's used to but the newer songs are amazing too.

What really stood out to him about you though was your laugh. You had such a pretty and contagious laugh. Every video he watches, he just hopes you'll laugh. It makes him smile.

He also relates to you food wise. Changbin is someone who loves food and for you to love food as much as he does. Well, that's nice to hear

It was funny how stupidly similar you both were but who knows.. Maybe he's just being delusional

He sometimes thinks about what it would be like to befriend you. He was positive that it wouldn't be a boring experience that's for sure.

He basically stalks your Instagram account and other social media too.

If you post something, he's most likely already seen it or read it. Everything you post is something different, so he always makes sure to stay updated

He also noticed how you both practically have the same sense of humor. Any joke you say seems to crack him up more than anything else

Changbin was watching a recent vlog you recorded and couldn't help but notice a funny detail. After the video he hopped onto Twitter and shared his observation

'𝘏𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 (𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦) 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 2 𝘵𝘰 3 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥'

A few hours, Changbin returned to Twitter noticing the attention his post got. Many were agreeing and others were just pointing out other details. But one comment left him shocked

He couldn't believe it. He even clicked on the profile and did everything. And surely enough, that comment was from you

'𝘓𝘰𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 😭"

You liked his little joke. YOU ACTUALLY LIKED IT. He tried not to scream as he was in a restaurant with a bunch of friends. He must have been dreaming, or dead maybe.

Either way, he was glad you got to laugh at his silly comment. Who knows. Maybe they'll be more silly comments you'll see and laugh at even more

Hyunjin

Hyunjin loves you. And when I say love, I mean he 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 you.

He listens to your music every single day. Maybe while painting or doodling, he played one his favorite songs

I mean, all your songs were his favorite song, but he had a few that he held close to his heart.

When with friends, he always has an urge to bring you up in literally anything conversation

"Did you see (name) at Paris Fashion Week "

"Did you know (name) can do that too"

"Woah, that reminds me of (name). She's a great idol and her music is fantastic! "

Just a few examples of his undying love to you

Hyunjin really believes that you both are soul mates. Now, that is quite delusional but it makes sense! (To him anyway)

You once described, in an interview, what your type is and he ticked all the boxes. But maybe that's just his ego talking. Just a hopeless romantic in love

He celebrated your birthday like it was his own.

His gallery was filled with more pictures of you than his own family

It was all very concerning but Hyunjin didn't care. He was happy. He was happy knowing you.

Hyunjin did do other things too. He occasionally posted his art which gained lots of attraction. It was good after all. At some point, you mentioned how you didn't know what cover to use for your upcoming album.

Hyunjin took it upon himself to make a fan made album cover. It was soo good, people actually thought it was official. You soon saw the cover and was so impressed. You needed to use it. It was perfect

Hyunjin woke up to something unexpected the next day. Other than the thousands of notifications, he got a DM. From you. He almost dropped his phone from pure surprise

'𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!! 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘣𝘶𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵!! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵? '

'𝘠𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘐𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯 😖"

"𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭!! 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 :)"

"𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘳!!"

And with that, Hyunjin's artwork was the official album cover

He was over the roof. Seeing his art piece on the YOUR official album with YOUR songs. Okay, saying he was over the roof is an understatement

You later had an interview about the album and basically praised Hyunjin for his work for around 2 minutes. He watched that interview more than he could count. Needless to say, he didn't want to forget this moment.

Jisung

Jisung wasn't an artist but he liked music. Music was like a child to him. To some extent anyway

It did make sense though

His father was the owner of a huge kpop company. The company you were under in fact

Jisung wasn't interested in your music at first. Until, he followed his father in the recording studio you were working in. It was just a check up on your latest song. After one listen, he couldn't get the song out of his head.

He did some research about you and realized you were quite a popular idol in the community. That's where his fan obsession began

He liked watching all your interviews. Your personality was something he couldn't get over. You were always so nice and thoughtful towards anyone around. He was very intrigued by everything.

Though you were in the same company his father owned, you both never interacted. Mainly because he avoided you as much as possible. Embarrassment was not an option.

As a fan, Jisung listened to your music. He had a special playlist just for your songs and songs you liked.Songs he thought 𝙮𝙤𝙪 would like too.

He basically carried a photocard of you everywhere. Jisung believes it brings him good luck. Which was a cute gesture but it did sound a bit silly

He didn't care at all. Even if it was silly, it kept him at ease. He liked it that way

You had to write a song for a special performance. It was to be the company's 50th birthday but you had no ideas. That's when Jisung came in

"I heard you were having trouble with song writing. I brought my son to help you. He is quite the song writer" Your boss smiled. You eyed Jisung curiously. This was all to sudden but time was running out. You allowed it.

Jisung on the other hand was a nervous wreck. He couldn't even focus without getting scared. You noticed this and decided to give him some space.

When you returned, the song was finished. You excitedly examined the lyrics. You were impressed to say the least. The lyrics naturally connected to you, as if they were your own

"Oh my- this is perfect Jisung. You really are a great song writer"

"Really? It's not dumb or anything...? "

"Not at all. It's so professional and well done. Good job"

You gave the male a quick but thoughtful hug. He hugged back. You were his favorite idol and he couldn't believe he got to be this close to you. It was a dream come true.

The song did extremely well. At the show, Jisung got a whole shoutout with his face on the big screen. He was embarrassed but glad. Glad he could help you out.

Felix

Felix found you through Tiktok. How? Well your MAMA performance was trending and it was practically every where. It was impossible for anyone not to see at least one edit.

Felix did watch MAMA and he knew about you. He has known for a while. But wasn't a fan. He just knew you were a popular idol. What he didn't know though, was how obsessed he would become.

Like Minho, Felix was mesmerized by how you dance. He imagined you were the best dancer he had ever watched. Felix would often practice your dances, simply for fun

Everything was for fun

Did he read the fan fictions? Well... No but yes. He did read them but only sometimes. And he only read the cute stuff. He was delusional at the thought of you. Just a cute fanboy

Felix absolutely loved your smile. He often called you a sunshine or something like that. He believes you bring sunlight and everything bright. Anyone could go blind even looking at you or that's what he thought.

Your voice. He was one of the fans who could listen to your voice for ages on end.

He was passionate about you. Talking about you just came naturally or even accidentally though he did feel embarrassed after rambling. He didn't want to seem annoying in front of his friends. It was hard to control.

Felix watched all the edits he could find. Any edit. Any meme. Any video. He would watch it. He enjoyed all the content fans made of you.

Like most, Felix had merchandise. All neatly organized and placed in his room. He didn't like misplacing any of it. Not because it was expensive. He just didn't need to loose anything. It was all important to him

Felix opened Tiktok one day. You posted a challenge. A challenge for a song that he was in love with. There wasn't one day he didn't think of this song. It didn't have any choreography ... Until now

So a challenge? He had to try it out!

After a few hours of practice and life regret, Felix memorized the dance. He joined on the challenge posting his version on Tiktok.

Felix knew the video was going to blow up but he didn't expect it to get him a deal with you

Now, the male was patiently sitting in your studio. A few staff members with him. You hurriedly entered the studio.

"Hello! So glad you could make it Felix"

"Uhm... It wasn't a problem but... Why am I here? "

"I need a dance partner. I saw your video giving a go at my challenge. You're perfect"

Felix tilts his head. He was curious about why she chose him but decided to learn that later on. Hey, he was given a deal to dance with someone he admired. Why not take it.

He worked really hard to learn all the dance steps and everything. With you of course. You were extremely helpful. Your smile had to be the best part of everything though. It was as bright as he thought.

The concert day has to have been the best though. The performance went really well. Felix became quite popular with your fans. Everyone was so supportive rather than jealous. It was the best day of his life. That day never left his mind. It definitely was something he'd never forget.

Seungmin

Seungmin isn't your biggest fan.

He does like your music. Your personality. Etc. He is definitely not a BIG fan of you

You were just an idol he was fond of

Seungmin had few amounts of merchandise. Again, he's just fond of you

Seungmin was captivated by your singing voice. That's what he first noticed. Nothing healed his heart more than your singing.

It was a melody he simply wouldn't get over. Seungmin, personally, sang himself. He actually was a trainee under your company too.

He'd often bump into you but it wasn't a huge deal. He saw you as any other idol in the company. Just a human with a big platform

You both often had a brief and quick interaction before moving on. Getting on with your own lives.

He was more normal about you than the others, obviously

The thing that changed though, was how much of a fan he was towards you

The company gave him a challenge to learn then sing a cover from the list that was provided

Alright, seems easy. He chose the hardest song. One of yours. Did he want to show off? Yes. Was it because he wanted to impress you? To an extent, definitely

The highnotes in the song are what he was ready for. He practiced. And practiced. And practiced some more.

Seungmin, like his other trainee peers, we're given the same challenge. One by one, they all perform their covers in front of the judges. The judges were honest. Really honest from what he heard. A girl ran back crying. Seungmins breath quickened and he lightly tapped his foot on the ground

He was anxious

His turn arrived. He stared at the judges, noticing you were there. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 up, he thought. The greetings and introductions ended. Now it was time for Seungmin to impress everyone (cough cough you)

The song reached its end. The room was quiet. The judges glanced at each other, with stunned expressions.

They all gave their feedback. The feedback was honest but decent. Your opinion was something that stuck with him forever though

"Well, that was my song and I haven't heard anyone sing it better than me. I'm actually so impressed Seungmin. I'm jealous. You have an angelic voice which I need on one of my songs. "

Everyone agreed and nod their heads

"When you debut, I'd love you to feature on some of my future music"

Seungmin left the company that day in a cheery mood. He couldn't believe one day you'd want to work on a song with him. Oh he was definitely going to learn as many of your songs as possible now.

Jeongin

Jeongin is definitely someone who keeps his love for you a personal thing

Only close friends knew about it

He liked it that way

Your fashion sense is something he is obsessed with. Jeongin is someone who takes time when it comes to dressing up. As soon as you mentioned, in an interview, that most of your stage outfits or general outfits are what you pick yourself. He could definitely relate

You dress like someone who cares about what you look like. Just like him.

You are an ambassador for a fashion brand after all. His seen plenty of ads in the mall or on the internet of you. He liked pointing them out in front of his friends

Jeongin thought you were sweet. Sweet like honey

He had no specific reason on why he wanted to know so much about you. Maybe it was his personal connection with you.

Or maybe he just wanted something to be attached to

Either way he was a big fan. Jeongin was simple about this whole thing. He felt happy when watching your content

He definitely was over protective about you though. He knows he shouldn't. It just sucks when someone comments a negative opinion. Of course, criticizing an idol is necessary for improvement. Though some take it too far. That's what pisses him off

Other than that, Jeongin is relaxed. Most of the time, especially in winter, he wears the same exact beanie. When asked about it, he doesn't really know how to answer but it is quite a story.

He attended a concert of yours. He was close to the stage which was just perfect. Of course, he brought friends with him. Friends that are fans as all.

Jeongin practically sang his heart out to every song. One of your more intense songs with a lot of energetic dances played. While dancing your beanie accidentally flew into the crowd. Luckily, Jeongin caught it.

The performance ended. You joked about the beanie flying off and asking if anyone caught it. Jeongins friends screamed in his direction bringing all the attention towards him.

A bright red paints on his face. The concert venue was dim. You hopefully couldn't see it. You laughed lightly noticing the shock in his face

"You know what. You can keep it"

Jeongin frantically shook his head insisting on you taking it back.

"Really, take it. You spent a whole ton of money just to see me sing and dance. It's the least I could do for such a cute fan"

Jeongin felt like passing out. One of his friends roughly shook him while the crowd screamed

He smiled at the thought, anytime he saw the piece of clothing. It was a wonderful experience. An experience he had to relive again.

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A/N: This has to have been the longest ass thing I've written so far. But I hope you enjoyed this little thing. Thanks soooo much for reading ♡♡

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

dawg, lemme tell you somethin, I LOVE your writing style so far and I want more SO BAD !! I’ve been stuck by myself in the “I’ve been an arcana fan since release but now it’s like dead” hole, so I’ve been absolutely starving for content. Your headcanons are such a great length and so descriptive, each one feels like I’m reading a whole fanfiction, and it’s a real treat. I cant wait for more !! 🥺🥺 If I ever get around to scribbling some stories based on your thoughts, I am tagged u on SIGHT.

I’ve never requested headcanons before but what about m6 with an mc who walks with a cane?

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC who walks with a cane

~ thank you for the positive feedback @taduki ! I'm so happy when I find out my ramblings bring people joy. I have a few friends who use canes regularly, but I don't have any personal experience. I'm basing this off of the little bit of research I did and the experiences I've heard about, so if I make any mistakes please let me know so I can correct them ~

Julian

He thinks it's hot

He's a doctor, he's familiar with mobility aids and the many reasons someone may need/want to use one

Dude literally had three years of experience as an apprentice under Nazali in active warzones amputating limbs

He's the type of guy who loves learning new things, so once you're comfortable going into detail about your condition to him he will have so many questions

And then he's going to go do research about it

And then he's going to come back with even more questions

But mostly he just thinks it's hot, canes just have so much dramatic potential

Can you keep a sword in it? Can you use it like a club? You would make such a good pirate with him

Once you explain that it's actually easier to use if it's lightweight and easy to store he'll stop suggesting modifications

But if you have it with you while you're out and you don't feel like using it he'll keep it hooked over his arm or clenched in his fist because deep down he's a theatre kid

Asra

However much they knew about mobility aids before the Red Plague, they learned everything they could after you woke up

He's so tuned in to you he can tell at a glance what kind of day you're having and will act accordingly

When they were reteaching you magic some of the first spells they taught you were what they remembered you using to help with your disability

He has definitely enchanted your cane before, mostly with your permission

One of the useful ones was a shrinking/growing rune so you could keep it in your pocket

Less useful was when one of your customers made a rude comment about you not moving as fast as they wanted you to around the shop

So they enchanted it to trip them on sight

He forgot to tell you, you didn't find out until the rude customer came back on a day you weren't using it and you watched your cane fly across the room to thwack them across the shins

They're not allowed to touch your cane without your permission anymore

Nadia

The evening she first arrived in your shop you weren't using it so she didn't notice it until you arrived at the palace the next evening

When she realized she had been getting annoyed at you for being late, only to see you walk in with a mobility aid, she felt awful

It was also a wake up call realizing how many stairs you had to climb just to get to the front doors of the palace

She doesn't want to pry or burden you, but she's also deeply committed to providing for your every need, and there's a day or two of her waffling back and forth between pumping you for information and pretending there's nothing unusual afoot

Once you open up about it she's very invested

Every outfit she gifts you comes with a high quality cane, beautifully painted to match

After everything's done with the Devil and she's reworking Vesuvia's infrastructure she is definitely taking accessibility into account

She's not going to burden you with her education or assume you're an archetype, but she makes sure you know that your input is more than welcome on any and all of her plans

Muriel

That trip with Morga was hell on your body

You spent weeks riding and walking for hours with minimal rest, trying to learn physical self-defense tactics at the same time

He may be gruff but he's not cruel, he was offering to carry your bags (or you) by the third day in

Seeing how patient you were with both Morga and yourself was one of the things that convinced him to open up to you and trust you

He prefers speaking with actions more than words

One of the first gifts he gave you was a beautifully crafted cane, lightweight and incredibly durable, with the story of your journey together carved into it

He also customized it to work with you perfectly, because he knows better than anyone what a body in discomfort moves like and he's memorized all of your tells

When you move into his hut with him he makes trails through the woods for you so you don't have to worry about uneven ground or roots or loose stones

He is also very happy to carry you around if you ask him to (he will blush the whole time though)

Portia

It's cannon that the first time you meet she out walks you across Vesuvia

It takes her a little while to adjust her assumptions

Not because she thinks badly of anyone who uses a mobility aid, but because it's her job to be on her feet all day long and the concept of having difficulty doing that is totally new to her

There are definitely a few moments when she bounds up the stairs two at a time, only to wait awkwardly at the top silently berating herself for not paying closer attention

The first time she matches her pace to yours on a slower day for you her whole worldview shifts

Being the type to power-walk everywhere, this is the first time she's been able to notice all these beautiful details around her

Was that painting always there? The fabric on those curtains is gorgeous!

Now it's one of her favorite things about who she becomes around you

She will (and does) throw hands with anyone who makes a disparaging comment about you moving too slowly

Pepi tried to jump up onto your cane once when it was propped up against a table and made the biggest crash when she fell

Lucio

Ooh, nice accessory, he's got one too!

It should be shinier though. Don't worry, he'll fix that for you as soon as he's no longer an incorporeal goatman

He has no filter between his brain and his mouth, he is bombarding you with questions. Why do you use it? Were you in a particularly nasty fight?

For once he's not being remotely judgemental (except about the fashion sense involved), dude has an entire missing limb

Sometimes he'll reminisce about what it was like before he got the alchemical prosthetic he has now, and will ask you if you have any ideas for your cane

He is very happy to carry things for you and often suggests you use his golden arm to lean on instead

He says it's more fashionable this way, but really it's a point of common ground for him and he likes having you close and being dependable

If you let him he will absolutely buy a pair of matching canes for the two of you, yours to help you move around and his to make grand sweeping gestures with

[snzhrchy]

— ☆ IGNORANCE !

wednesday addams x gn!reader

synopsis; being wednesday's close friend and having feelings for her? not a good combo... notes; i barely write for wednesday but i hope u guys enjoy a lil smth i wrote for her <3

For all her life, Wednesday was taught to be strong, independent and to not show any emotion yet her relationship with you was something that went against all of her personal values - it went against everything she was raised with.

How did such a relationship start with you both? Well, it all started when you both bumped into each other at the school's library; you were researching on folklore monsters in order to investigate the unusual monster that had been attacking students.

Wednesday took an interest in you almost immediately since you were the only one who believed her claims of the attacker not being a bear and you were the only one who actually helped her in her investigations while also providing her valuable information.

Upon your first interaction with her, you both began to meet eachother at the library to discuss the case. Sometimes, she'd send you encrypted messages to meet her at peculiar locations such as Pilgrim World or Crackstone's Crypt.

Whenever Wednesday would learn anything about the investigation, she'd come to you first asking for your inference and opinion.

During this time, you both started to become closer to one another. At times, you'd find yourself rambling to her about your personal life and she would attentively listen to it.

Soon, your platonic feelings for her developed into something more - romantic feelings. Once you realised this, you began to distance yourself from her. Wednesday had told you multiple times that "relationships weren't for her" and that just made you feel even worse.

When you started to ignore Wednesday, she started to get concerned which was odd for her. She kept asking Enid if anything's happened with you and she'd try to contact you with letters but you said nothing to them so eventually, she gave up.

When you heard the news of Wednesday being kidnapped by your teacher, Thornhill, you were terribly worried. You wanted to help her but you knew that you'd just end up getting killed in the process.

Moreover, when Crackstone attacked the school, you wanted to help Wednesday but all of your attempts to help were futile since you had been affected by Bianca's siren song

Ultimately, when Wednesday came out of the school - bloodied and injured due to her previous battle - you were the first to rush up to her and pull her into a bone-crushing hug followed by Enid. Yet, even after all that, Wednesday didn't talk with you for the rest of the night.

The following morning, once you heard that all classes had been cancelled, you quickly fixed yourself up and went to visit Wednesday. When you finally found her, you went towards and sheepishly greeted her to which she didn't respond to yet she just eyed you, carefully.

You both awkwardly stood there for a few minutes until Wednesday asked you about the way you treated her a few days prior to her battle. You sighed and began to explain to her about your feelings towards her and finally confess to her about your long-harboured romantic feelings.

Once you were done, you stayed silent for a mere moment until she took a step closer to you and connected your lips with hers, confirming that she, too, had developed feelings for you.

[officialfics]

hello!! How about a Pedri fluff blurp?

A/N: here u go 🫶

Warnings: over 1k words, none

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“You should give him a chance” your best friend says trying to convince you that maybe giving this guy a chance wasn’t such a bad idea.

“I mean I do want to, but remember last time?” you objected walking to the freezer to get an ice cream bucket since conversations with her lasted for hours.  “Hey, I know you wanna take things slow and all, but Pedri is a good guy. You should come with us today he’s gonna be there” she pleaded with you and you agreed. Not having much planned that day, so you had no other choice, but to get ready and head out. 

You had been sitting like a couch potato for what felt like ages. Your friend on the bother line of the phone was bubbling about your group of friends going out clubbing later that same evening. The clock was ticking in the background hinting that time was passing and you weren’t all in the conversation. The only thing on your mind was him.

You and Pedri had been friends for a short while though, the thought of him in a romantic way had never crossed your mind before. As you had just gotten out of an ugly relationship. Another heart break was the last thing you needed. 

It was only moments later you hung up the phone and had to start getting ready for the night. You decided to go for something comfortable yet risky. Getting ready was comfort for you it made you relax, and you had control over the look you were creating trough makeup and outfits. That would usually be the only thing on your mind, but not today. No, the only thing you could think of was Pedri and his stupid smile. The smile he always gave you when you were rambling away your thoughts to him. He didn't even complain only looking at you in awe while admiring your face and your beautiful eyes of which he loved.

He had told you before that your eyes were special, that they shine like rubies. You couldn't help, but blush that whole evening. He had asked you to hang out and stupid you didn't thing much of it. You thought he viewed you as a friend and just that, nothing more nothing less. That night he said some confusing stuff and you didn't understand it. He makes everything so confusing. Always complementing you and being there for you even though you had only known him for a short time He makes you laugh all the time. 

Always cracking jokes and scanning your face after every word for your reaction. With that stupid smile, oh that stupid smile. The ways his eyes would squint and his teeth would show. The way he would tilt his head back and the way his hands would clap as a little celebration. Why did he have that effect on you, no, how did he have that effect on you.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" is what he said that night on the balcony. While all your friends were inside dancing and having fun. You didn't understand him, and it drove you crazy. Did he have to be so complicated.

Your walked into the club, and wanted to head straight for a drink, but you found yourself looking around. Searching for him. Only to be disappointed because he wasn't there. you went to the bar and ordered a drink. You found your self sitting on the bar chair for what seemed like ages. Till one of your friends said they would move the night to an apartment. You placed the money on the counter and took your belongings before heading out and into the car.

"By the way were heading to Pedri's" someone said, and you found yourself thinking of him again.

You could suddenly feel a warmth spreading through your body while staring through the window.

"Guys look, it's a full moon tonight" you heard while walking to the apartment.

"ohhh, how romantic. Who's confessing tonight?" they laughed.

Then suddenly something clicked within you. On the way up the stairs. You had to take a break and sit down. Telling all your friends to go on, since you would follow shortly, but this was too much. He loved you and what now. You had made him wait for ages, being so naive. Did he even still want you. He had dropped so many hints, yet you turned a blind eye.

Making your way up the stairs again, frantic. You walked in and everyone was spread out the layout of his home. You looked around and his eyes met yours. He looked so handsome. He walked out to the balcony, and it was Deja vu for you.

All the encounters came to you at that moment 

He loved her and she didn't notice. All the things he did for her. All the glimpses across the room, friends don't look at friends that way. How could she not notice, this boy was wrapped around her little finger, and she was clueless to it. All the times she was talking, thinking no one was listening. Only to be. met by his gaze. Reassuring her that he was there, he always has been and always will be. 

But what do they say love truly is blind.

You found yourself walking to him like, like magnets always attracting each other. You stepped beside him resting your arms on the railing.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" you uttered like the world had just made sense to you yesterday. Your head facing away from him, yes looking at sky, seeing it come alive.

Pedri had no words. He only stared at you through glimmering eyes. Now his eyes were the ones shining like rubies. He looked at you and his heart was beating so fast, he could hear it. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

And there it was again that stupid smile of his, the smile he had on his face every time your name was brought up. His feverish smile that made your life come together and have a meaning. Him and only him.

You cupped his face with your hands. Bothe of you nervous like two idiots. He stepped closer and placed his arms around your waist. Bringing you closer as if that was possible. Staring into his yes, the moon light illuminating them. They were beautiful, he was beautiful.

Races inches apart, the tension was overwhelming. Both of you walting for the other to break the tension and kiss the other. He could feel your breath fanning onto his face, and he didn't let go.

"We should kiss you know, just to see how it is"

"Yeah?"

“Yeah?” 

His lips were met by yours. They were tender and soft. His lips melted with yours and thunder struck our body form the sensation. The way he caressed your sides, giving you goosebumps. Why was he good. His kiss was heated and Hungary, like he had waited his whole life for this. Yet it was also elicate like you could break. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder and into his hair. He could ie happily right then and there. you pulled back smiling before bringing him in for another peck.

"So that's the kind of friends were going to be?" you said playing with the rings on his fingers while staring up at him, batting your eyelashes.

"Exactly like that" he whispered. Staring at you like an idiot in love. He was smiling again, his eyes crinkled again.

keep the requests coming:)

[wild-karrde]

In Command - Part 13

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A/N: HAPPY SUNDAY Y'ALL!! Have another chapter! I was gonna try and delay this a bit to overlap with something else, but I am impatient, so here we go. As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading for me and making sure my ramblings make sense!

Chapter Rating: E

Warnings: explicit sexual content (PiV sex), language, canon-typical violence, graphic injury

Word Count: 9.2k words

Senna felt like she was drifting through a dream. Everything around her seemed muffled and muted, although she was acutely aware of the soreness between her legs and the presence next to her. Rex’s hand rested in the small of her back as they made their way back through the mingling couples in the club, brushing past the cleaning droid that was already heading towards their abandoned booth.

This is fine. 

She barely heard what the Pa’lowick attendant said as they retrieved their jackets and Rex’s hat. She waited patiently as he inspected the street outside the smudged front window of the club. When he was sure it was clear, Rex opened the door, guiding her outside again. 

The cool night air was a welcome sensation, and Senna closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering slightly from the sweat that still slicked her skin. She felt an arm slip around her waist and looked up to find Rex pulling her to his side, giving her a smile. 

“Looks like the coast is clear. It’s a short walk back.” 

She forced a smiled back, falling into step next to him and leaning against him slightly. 

Alright. We were both playing the part. He seems fine. Unbothered even. My work with the rebellion isn’t over. And I just had great sex. And there don’t appear to be hard feelings. 

Great. This is fine. Everything is fine.

He was saying something that she completely missed. 

“Hm?”

“I was asking if you’re still hungry.”

Her stomach was doing flips, and for once, the thought of putting anything into it seemed ill-advised. 

“I’m fine. U-unless you’re hungry?”

“No. No, I’m alright.” 

How is he doing this? Just behaving as if everything is normal? 

And how are you not?

She wasn’t new to casual encounters, but there had been nothing casual about the way he’d touched her, the way he’d said her name. It felt as soothing as bacta on a burn after the months of denial she’d put herself through, but everything about the sex had seemed far more intimate than her usual flings. Flutterings of hope bounced around in her chest, but she was doing everything she could to quash them. In the moment, it had felt as though everything had fallen into place, but now the edges were crumbling. 

You’re imagining it. You’re wishing it was that.  

Rex was right; it was a quick walk. They made it back to the inn and through the lobby without encountering anyone, and luckily for them, a lift was waiting for them on the ground floor. As she punched the number to the floor they were staying on, she felt Rex’s eyes on her. When the doors hissed shut with a metallic click, he closed the space between them, his hand cradling her face and lifting her eyes to meet his. 

“Hey,” he whispered. The sound of his voice was so gentle she could cry. “Having second thoughts?”

She plastered a smile across her features. “Of course not.” 

It was clear he was unconvinced, but the lift mercifully chimed, alerting them that they’d reached their floor. Senna stepped out of the lift before the doors were all the way open, desperately trying to release the grip that was squeezing her chest. She could still feel Rex’s eyes on her. 

As she strode through the door into their room, she immediately went to the refresher, locking the door, stripping off her clothes, and turning on the shower. She stared at herself in the mirror as the water warmed up. Bruises and bite marks dotted her chest and neck, and her lips were kiss-swollen. The sight of them flooded her with a cacophony of conflicting emotions, but the most noticeable sensation was the heat creeping into her cheeks. Senna composed herself, taking a deep steadying breath as she stepped into the shower, scrubbing as much of the evidence of her and Rex’s activities away as she could. 

Just part of the act. It’s fine. 

Even though she knew she couldn’t wash them away, she ran the washcloth over the love bites dotting her skin, as if she could rinse the memory of how Rex felt in that moment away as well. 

You’re fine. Everything’s alright. 

When she was cleaned to her satisfaction, she stepped out, toweling off quickly. Glancing around, she swore when she realized that in her haste, she hadn’t brought a change of clothes in with her. Wrapping the towel around her body, she steeled herself, opening the door and stepping into the room. 

Rex was sitting on the bed, typing something out on the datapad. He had his shirt off, and the moonlight fell across his bare shoulders. Senna tried to still her heart as he turned to look at her with the sound of the ‘fresher door whooshing open. He sported a few love bites of his own, left by her. Her face felt as though it was on fire as she met his gaze. He gave her a gentle smile, and the flames inside of her quieted to a glowing ember.

Fuck, he’s so beautiful.

“Hey,” he said softly, rising from the bed. 

She pushed some of her damp hair behind her ear. “Hey.” 

Rex set the datapad he was reading from on the desk before approaching her. His eyes were studying her carefully, and Senna fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. He stopped just in front of her, and she was certain he would hear her heart thundering in her chest. Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, and before she could stop herself, she leaned into his touch. His palm was warm against her skin. 

Just a game. Just an act. 

He stepped closer, cradling her face with one hand and studying her features carefully. 

Just an act. 

His other hand slipped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Her pulse accelerated as her hands slid over his chest, grazing the numerous scars that peppered his skin, the most prominent just below his collar bone in the middle of his sternum. His lips met hers, much less rushed than before. She was able to notice more about the kiss this time without the fuel of desperation and urgency. Rex’s lips were chapped, but warm, and the gentleness with which he cradled her face as he kissed her made her eyes burn with tears. 

It’s just us though. No one else.

He drew back, resting his forehead against hers, but still holding her close. Her knees were shaking underneath her as his eyes studied her carefully in the dim lighting. He’d always been able to see through her, and normally, she appreciated it. Right now, it unnerved her, terrified her even. 

What if he sees how I feel? What if he knows? 

She could feel his thumb rubbing hesitantly against the small of her back.

“Sen, are you alright with everything that just happened?” 

She forced a laugh. “Of course. I wanted it. It’s fine. We’re fine, Rex.” 

“Are you certain?” 

It’s just the two of us now. He has no one left to convince. 

His eyes met hers.

He wants this. And so do you.

Before she could overthink it further, she kissed him again, and he melted into her as she pulled him closer by the belt loops on his trousers. His fingers buried themselves in the damp waves of her hair, cradling the back of her head. Her arms wrapped around him, fingers tracing the muscles of his back. 

Senna couldn’t explain what she was trying to do. It might have been an experiment, to see if he’d let her kiss him in private, it might have been her burying her feelings and keeping herself from pouring her soul out to this man by keeping her mouth busy. She wanted to run, but she also wanted to pull him into bed and let the rest of the galaxy fall away, to get lost in one another. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but one thing that she was sure of was that she didn’t want it to stop. The logical part of her mind was blaring with alarm bells, promising she’d regret it all in the morning, and while she wasn’t sure whether that would be true, she was ready to throw every bit of caution to the wind and find out. 

“Senna,” he whispered against her mouth. “Can I have you again? Right now? Just the two of us.”

Just the two of us. Rex and Senna. 

Her brain was short-circuiting. 

He wants me. This isn’t Lon and Valla. It’s all Rex. And me.  

“Yes,” she whispered before her brain could shriek at her more. 

Rex was unrushed as he kissed her again, working his lips against hers as if he wanted to remember the feel and taste of them. The towel slipped from her body, simply forgotten as Rex guided her towards the bed, easing her down onto the mattress with the same strength and gentleness she’d come to know as him. She trembled, goosebumps erupting across her skin as he straightened, taking her bare body in. His gaze felt piercing, but also like a warm embrace. He sucked a breath in between his teeth as the dull glow of reflected moonlight danced across her skin from the small window. 

“Maker, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. 

Heat rushed to her cheeks, and a giddiness welled up inside her as he shucked off his pants before climbing further onto the mattress and pulling the blankets over the two of them. She trembled as she drank him in, and he paused. 

“We can stop,” he reassured her. 

“Please don’t.”

“You’re shaking, Sen.”

“So are you.” The tremors in his body weren’t as violent as hers, but she could still feel him quivering slightly under her fingertips. 

He huffed a laugh, ducking his head slightly before meeting her gaze again. “Been a while.”

She giggled. “We’ve already done this once.”

He became more serious, his hand drifting up to cradle her face. His thumb stroked her cheek as his eyes pierced through her. “Not like this. Not the way I wanted to.”

Her expression softened. “Oh. Yeah. Guess it’s been a while for me too, then.” 

His hand slipped under the blanket, finding the crook of her knee and coaxing her to wrap her legs around him. She complied, and the trembling within her increased as he pressed closer. She could feel his hardening cock pressing against her heat, and she ground against him slightly, drawing a groan from him. Every cell in her body tingled in anticipation. Rex raised an eyebrow at her. 

“Patience,” he whispered, stroking her cheek again. “I want to take my time with you this go around.” 

He drew back, looking at her in that way that made her heart clench in her chest. He brushed a damp strand of hair out of her eyes, his fingertips lingering against her temple. Senna let her hands wander over his torso, trailing along every ripple of muscle and every raised scar. She wondered if she could map it all in her mind, memorize every inch of him in one night, just in case this was all she was allowed. 

She wanted to try. 

Rex pressed his forehead against hers, still cupping her face gently. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone I’ve… that…” Before he could find the words, the words that Senna couldn’t decide if she wanted to hear or was terrified of, she pulled his face down and kissed him again, wrapping her legs around him more tightly and urging him into her. Rex resisted for a moment, as if he was still going to try to get the words out, but when his cock grazed Senna’s slick folds, he surrendered, sinking into her with a groan. His eyes found her as he drew his hips back. She nodded, hoping the plea in her gaze was evident, and he pressed back into her, filling her perfectly. 

This was different from the club. So different. She could feel the warmth of his skin pressed against hers, the way his hands trailed along her body, as if he wanted to feel every inch of her. Without the urgency that had driven them earlier, she was able to note every detail: the way his fingers wove into her hair, the way his breath felt against the skin of her neck and cheek as he panted against her, the way his back grew slick with sweat with every passing second, and the way his muscles rippled under her fingertips with every thrust. He was so reverent, tracing her skin rather than desperately groping her body as other lovers had in the past. He watched every expression she made, smirking when he drew moans and gasps from her, his lips falling open when she squeezed around him. He cupped her breast, squeezing gently and grazing her nipple with his thumb, which caused her to arch into his touch once more. 

“You really like that, don’t you?” he rasped. 

“Yes. Maker, yes.” 

“What else do you like, Senna? Tell me what you want.” 

Her brain fumbled with the question. It was surely meant to be innocuous in this moment, but Maker if it wasn’t a thermal detonator dropping into the pit of her stomach. 

I want everything with you. I want to kiss you. I want to wake up next to you. I want you to look at me like that every day. 

I want you to feel what I feel. 

And I don’t want to lose everything. 

“Harder,” she managed to choke out, hoping that response would suffice. 

Rex chuckled darkly. “Yes ma’am.” 

He pressed his knees forward so that they were more underneath him, and he did as she asked. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he pressed his forehead against hers as he snapped his hips into her once more. Senna’s inner turmoil was almost immediately forgotten as Rex found a devastating place inside of her, one she was fairly certain no one else had ever touched. The force behind every thrust of his hips made the bed creak underneath them, and it wasn’t long before Senna’s gasps turned to whines. 

“Right there, Rex. Maker. Right there. Please don’t stop.”

“You gonna cum for me again, pretty girl? You gonna give me what I want?” he panted against her lips, cradling her head. 

“Yes. Please. I’m so close, Rex. So close.” 

He grunted. “I-I can feel you getting tighter around me.” His hands slipped under the curve of her ass, scooping her closer, and he ground his hips against her, driving his cock impossibly deeper. He buried his face in her neck. 

“You’re perfect. You’re so perfect, Senna. I-I… can I fill you again?” 

Heat flared in Senna’s belly. “Don’t stop, Rex. Please, fill me again.” 

His eyes darkened as he began moving again, maintaining eye contact with her as his hips slapped against her thighs. “Well, when you ask like that, how can I refuse?”

Her eyes fluttered closed and her lips parted as his thrusts grew sharper, punching the air from her lungs as he pushed her closer to the edge again. She could feel his eyes burning into her as her back arched and her head tipped back. She moaned loudly as Rex found the place inside of her once more, grazing it with the blunt head of his cock hard enough to make her see a galaxy’s worth of stars behind her eyelids. 

“Rex, ‘m close. I’m so close,” she whined. Her fingertips dug into his skin, scratching lightly, and that seemed to spur him on more. She could feel him beginning to shudder and his muscles tense as his thrusts grew more erratic. 

“S-Senna, I…” He was interrupted with a punctured groan as his hips stuttered, and she felt his warmth coat her walls. The sensation was enough to yank her over the cliff after him, and her muscles locked down. Her body shuddered through wave after wave of her orgasm, and when the haze finally faded, her eyes fluttered open to find Rex hovering over her, watching her carefully as he tried to catch his breath. They stared into each other’s eyes, panting for a moment before Rex leaned down and placed a kiss to her lips and then her forehead. He lowered himself against her as his softening cock slipped from inside her. His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and a slick sheen of sweat shone on his skin in the room’s dim lighting. Her fingers trailed along the curve of his collar bone, resting against the scar in the middle of his chest. 

They were silent for what felt like an eternity, just watching one another. He eventually reached up, taking the hand that was tracing the scar in the middle of his chest and interlacing his fingers with hers. He slid to her side, pulling her leg over his thigh and bumping his nose against hers. She couldn’t help but smile, even though the alarm bells had begun to crescendo in her mind again. 

Just let me have this moment with him. Just this. 

She was grateful he didn’t say anything, instead just returning her smile. It was a conversation that she wasn’t ready to have, and when it happened, she wasn’t sure what she would say. But what she was certain of at this moment was that she was in love with this man, and that whatever came next, it would be the hardest decision she’d ever had to make. 

Senna drifted off to the rhythm of Rex’s soft snores, soothed by the feeling of his arms around her as her mind whirled around what to do. 

—

The first thing Rex felt in the morning was the warmth of Lothal’s sunlight on the bare skin of his back as it trickled in through their room’s solitary window. He basked in the place between sleep and approaching consciousness for a few more moments, reveling in how restful the night had been. 

Best I’ve slept in over a year. Maybe ever. No nightmares. 

But then again, there haven’t been any when I’m sleeping next to her. 

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as the haze of sleep began to lift from his mind. 

Senna.

He hadn’t meant for it to happen that way at all. He’d intended to have a conversation with her, to tell her how he felt and explain that he understood any hesitancy that she had. But he needed to know. Dammit, he’d tried at the festival, but as always, the Empire managed to derail things. 

But then, they’d been in the club, and she’d pressed herself against him like that. 

“It’s different when you touch me.” 

And then she’d ridden him in that booth, coupled herself with him and chanted his name like a prayer, and Maker, she was even more beautiful than she’d been in any of his dreams. 

But it had been quick, a taut string snapping. He knew that much, and knew better to mistake it for anything other than that. He’d had enough hook-ups during the war to understand the difference between satisfying needs and something more. 

And that’s why he’d asked her for more in the inn, asked her to be with him again, just him. 

And she had said yes. 

He’d rarely been certain of what his future held throughout his life, having it often dictated by people that didn’t always have his best interest at heart. The autonomy he’d gained had been a massive adjustment in the past year, and while he still wasn’t certain what direction he was heading and how things would look in the next year or even the next day, he knew he wanted Senna with him. He wanted to find out what happened next. With her. 

The night before seemed like a dream. The time they’d spent wrapped up in each other in this bed had confirmed everything he’d thought he was feeling for her. It wasn’t just physical attraction and blowing off steam; he’d never felt a connection like this with anyone else. He was falling in love with her at breakneck speed, and now, he felt less eager to fight those feelings. He’d let his guard down, and it had been worth it in every way. Rex almost didn’t want to open his eyes, just on the off chance that it would all dissipate around him. But he could feel the sheets on his skin, he could feel the ache in muscles that had long gone unused. And he could still hear how his name sounded on her lips echoing in his mind. 

Rex. 

His hand drifted over the sheets to the opposite side of the bed, dipping into the divot that she’d occupied during the night. 

It was cold. 

He opened his eyes, blinking in the bright light. The bed had been mostly remade on her side. 

A soft shuffling behind him drew his attention, and he rolled over to find Senna, fully clothed and sitting on the floor, pulling on her boots. 

“Mornin’,” she said. She couldn’t meet his eyes. 

His heart fell. 

“Mornin’,” he replied, watching her carefully. 

Something in his voice must have given him away. She paused, finally looking at him. “The meet with Fisk is in an hour. Figured we should get there early enough to scout things out and make sure we know all the ins and outs.” 

He nodded, still watching her. She went back to pulling her boots on. He wet his lips. 

“Senna, I-”

She raised a hand, and he fell silent. “I know you’re going to want to talk about last night, and I can’t right now. We can’t. We both need clear heads for this, and this discussion deserves more than a few rushed minutes. Don’t you think?” 

He could follow her reasoning and even agreed with it to an extent, but something about her demeanor made him uncertain how to feel overall. 

“Sure. We can talk when we get back.” 

She nodded. “Good. Glad that’s settled then.” She tossed him his trousers from the floor. “Get dressed.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

—

“See anything?” Senna asked into her commlink, pulling her modulator mask they had salvaged on the way to the market down a little further and adjusting her hood, ensuring that nothing identifiable of her was visible. The mask completely covered her face with only a polarized, reflective viewport, an air filtration apparatus, and of course the voice modulator itself that, when activated, made her sound like a droid when she spoke.

“Not since the last time you asked me thirty seconds ago,” Rex grumbled back through the comm.

She rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to think he’s going to be a no-show.”

“Isn’t patience one of your things?” he asked.

“I was never particularly good at that thing.” 

He grunted back through the comm, and she wondered if it had been a laugh. She hoped so. 

The walk to the market had been more tense than she’d anticipated with the gap between them both shrinking and somehow expanding at the same time. The look on Rex’s face that morning when he’d woken up nagged at her. He’d been so excited to see her when he first rolled over that she briefly considered calling the whole meet off and just crawling back into bed with him. When she'd pulled herself together and been stern, she could see his confusion, his hurt. 

She’d never meant to hurt him. 

Selfish. That’s what you are, Aven.

The rising sun had brought with it clarity and regret. She didn’t necessarily regret the sex, but the timing couldn’t have been poorer. It wasn’t how she’d wanted it to go if it was going to happen. She had wanted Rex, and she had given in without considering any other factors aside from her own desire. She hadn’t stopped to consider his feelings, the consequences of crossing that line, or the fact that she’d put Rex in danger the night before, and it wasn’t the first time. His words from her last meeting with Fisk echoed in her mind. 

"So if you’re ever in a position like that again, you fight like hell, and I will come and find you, no matter what happens next."

Even before they’d slept together, Rex had been willing to sacrifice himself to save her, to put himself in harm’s way on her account. She had to imagine it would only be worse now. It was a point to be debated, but not right before this meeting with Fisk. The conversation deserved time and consideration, something they definitely didn’t have this morning. 

At least his head seems clear. 

She just hoped that by the time they did sit down and talk, she’d have the right words for it. Right now, she felt like she was floundering still. Being with Rex had been so easy, and it had felt good. It had felt right. She was in love with him, there was hardly any denying that, and she was also pretty sure he reciprocated those feelings. It was hard to deny that being true with the way he’d looked at her, with the way he’d touched her. 

How he’s always touched you. How he’s always been with you. 

Has it been that long? 

I’m such a fool.

Hot tears stung her eyes beneath the mask. 

And now I may have ruined everything. For him. For me. For us. 

Suddenly, she spotted the flash of a uniform in the crowd, Commander Fisk’s polished rank plaque gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. “Look alive, he’s here,” she buzzed into the comm, glad the modulator covered the strain of her voice. She glanced up at the rooftop he was perched on, noting the glint of his blaster and the flash of blonde hair. His presence soothed her, knowing he was watching and had her back. There was no way for Fisk to recognize her, no reason for him to suspect it was her, but her fingers still flexed nervously in her gloves. She  quickly adjusted her cloak and hood one more time and made sure her hair was tucked within the mask before trailing a safe distance behind the commander.

Fisk wove throughout the stalls towards the designated meeting spot at the back of the market. Senna allowed several people to pass in between them, occasionally stopping at stalls and looking at wares while keeping an eye on the sweating man in his black dress uniform. Once he made it to the corner she’d specified, he stopped turning slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd. She saw his eyes pass right over her without hesitation.

You hold the upper hand. He has no idea it’s you.

“Any obvious tails?” she whispered into her comm.

“None that I can see. Just be cautious. Keep your head on a swivel,” Rex’s voice rumbled in reply.

“Roger that. I’ll leave my comm on so you can eavesdrop, so radio silence from here on out.”

“You got it.” 

She did her best not to consider the sharpness of his tone. 

Senna casually wove her way through the throng, circling behind Fisk, allowing her eyes to rove the crowd, looking for anyone that was staring at him a bit too long or looked like they didn’t belong. After a few minutes, she was satisfied and quietly walked up behind him, her back to him. 

“Afternoon, Commander Fisk. Nice to see you out and about,” her voice buzzed. She couldn’t hear it well inside the hood, but Rex had assured her the modulator made her sound unrecognizable. That didn’t stop her from holding her breath as she waited for his reply. 

He didn’t turn his head, but he peered at her from out of the corner of his eye. “It’s not like you gave me much of an option, scum.”

He definitely doesn’t know it’s you. You’re safe. 

The tension left her shoulders, replaced by a calm confidence and an urge to make the commander squirm. “Now, now, there’s no reason to start name calling. I’m here to help you out of the mess you’ve created by being a lazy Imperial. Wouldn’t want your superiors to find out you’ve been breaking protocol with your decryption disk and flaunting all sorts of other security rules. You’re a walking security breach, Fisk.”

A trail of sweat rolled down his temple, glistening in the sun. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Please, you told that woman about your encryption disk in the market loud enough for everyone within the system to hear you. I’m sure that’s not the only rule you’ve broken as a matter of convenience.” She chuckled to herself, unable to resist a quick taunt. “Was it worth it by the way? Was she impressed?”

He scoffed. 

“I’ll take that as a ‘no’ then.”

Fisk’s temple throbbed with indignation. “What do you want?”

“Information of course.”

“Pertaining to what?”

“The massive engineering project the Empire is undertaking.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

An impatient edge crept into her voice. “Don’t play dumb, Fisk. It doesn’t suit you in this instance. Tell me about the project that’s got the Empire willing to strip Lothal of virtually all of its resources and render it nearly uninhabitable. The superweapon.”

Her comm started crackling in her pocket. She reached down to turn it off before she realized it was crackling in a very specific, rhythmic pattern. Rex didn’t have a voice mod, but he was trying to signal her of something. She turned to look at Fisk, and he was facing her now, a devilish grin sweeping across his face. 

Oh, kriff.

Suddenly, a legion of stormtroopers came charging down the street behind her, their boots clicking against the pavement. She whirled to find Fisk leveling his blaster at her. “How unfortunate,” he gloated. “It seems we’ll have to meet again another time. Perhaps an interrogation chamber this afternoon?”

As his finger clenched the trigger, Senna instinctively reached out with the Force to push his arm skyward, sending the blaster fire into the air. It was a desperate move, and to her surprise, it worked, although not as strongly as she would have liked. 

Good enough. Getting better.

Racing forward, she landed a punch to his face before grabbing his shoulders and kneeing him in the groin. He let out a satisfying yelp as he dropped to his knees and she kicked his dropped blaster away. “SEIZE HIM! SEIZE THE SPY! HE’S A JEDI!” Fisk screeched, spittle flying from his mouth as his eyes bulged. 

A little sexist with the assumption, but I guess that tracks for him, she thought as she turned and raced for cover. 

At least I know he really doesn’t suspect me now.

The building corner behind her exploded with blaster fire from the approaching stormtroopers, and she dove behind the nearest stall. Drawing the blaster Rex had given her that morning, she ran, staying low behind the stalls, aiming for the opposite corner of the market and trying to blend into the crowd. Everyone was running and screaming as the stormtroopers marched forward, taking aim at the hooded figure scrambling to get away. Unable to push through the stampede of people, Senna took refuge behind the counter of a fruit vendor’s stand.

She fumbled in her pocket, yanking her comm out. “Hey, you there? I’m in a bit of a tough spot.”

“Yes, you are. I can see you tucked down behind that stall. You’ve got a lot of company,” Rex replied. She tried to get eyes on Rex, but the second she lifted her head up above the wooden counter of the stall, the air around her erupted with plasma bolts. 

“Keep your karking head down,” Rex’s voice growled from the comm. 

“How many?” she gasped, sitting back down heavily.

“I’m estimating you’ve got a dozen inbound from the direction you came, and another two squads of about the same amount flanking you from the south and the northeast. Your best bet is to get to the western corner. I’ll make my way down there and meet you in the second alley on the right.”

“You got it. Can I get a little cover fire?” she asked as one of the fruit on the stall’s counter exploded just to her left from a blaster bolt barrage.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rex took aim with his weapon and peppered the troopers approaching her from behind. One or two fell, and the others scrambled to find cover. As they scattered, Senna stood, taking advantage of the confusion and, leveling her blaster at them, fired off several rounds in quick succession as she raced towards the exit. By now, the market had mostly cleared of everyone except the Imperials, and Senna realized they’d brought a small army to apprehend her. 

Kriff.

“Don’t stop running,” came Rex’s voice from the commlink in her hand. “Detonators incoming.” Explosions erupted behind her a few seconds later, and Senna ducked instinctively. The air around her filled with smoke and dust, and her ears were ringing slightly from the blasts.

“Thanks for the heads up,” she muttered into the comm.

“Less sass, more running.”

The western corner still had a pretty good crowd, and they weren’t getting out of Senna’s way fast enough. She slammed into bypasser after bypasser, trying to duck low. Suddenly, the street opened up and she was dumped into an intersection. She whirled frantically, trying to search the street for the rendezvous point Rex had indicated. 

Did I miss the alley?

Turning around, she finally caught sight of the alley, and she swore under her breath when saw that the stormtroopers had already advanced beyond it, blocking her from it. However, they too were struggling to get through the crowd, and she imagined her brown cloak made her a hard target to pick out in the masses. Pulling out her comm, she flicked on the button, voice modulator still buzzing. “I missed the rendezvous.”

There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the link. “Of course you did. Where are you now?”

“In some sort of major intersection. I think –” 

A blaster bolt struck her directly in her abdomen before she could finish her thought, knocking the wind from her. 

Senna had never been shot before, but it was about what she expected: a radiating burst of the worst pain she’d ever felt, a burning sensation and smell, a strong force that knocked her off balance. Her mind screamed and her vision blurred slightly as she fell forward onto her hands, her eyes frantically scanning the crowd around her. She struggled to breathe, unable to scream from the flaring pain originating in her stomach, and her limbs trembled beneath her. 

Rex. Please don’t find me, she thought. 

Just run. 

I’m sorry.

She collapsed to the ground, grasping at her side and gasping for breath. The pain was immense, numbing her senses as she felt where the blaster bolt had burned into her body. Her mind only caught glimpses of what was around her as she tried to get her bearings. 

A purple skirt fluttering over running boots, a child’s doll abandoned in the dirt, familiar brown eyes that were Rex’s and weren’t, disappearing in a flash of fading blue. 

She blinked in confusion.

Blaster. Where’s your blaster?

She clawed at her weapon in the dirt, finally grabbing it and whipping it around to fire at her pursuers. The stormtroopers were advancing slowly from about twenty meters away, and she managed to land a hit on the one furthest forward. If she was going down, she would take a few with them. But they never retaliated.

Why aren’t they firing back? I’m on the ground? Why…

The reasoning slammed into her with alarming clarity.

They…they want me alive.

Her mind raced in terror, flooded with images of an interrogation room, of a captured Rex in binders, of Fisk’s triumphant grin. 

No.

I have to get up. I have to get up. GET UP. 

She noticed several of the stormtroopers had held back and were scanning the crowd. 

They know I’m not alone. They’re trying to draw him out. I have to get out of here. 

GET UP. YOU HAVE TO GO.

Muttering every curse she knew, she pushed herself up with one hand and stumbled unsteadily towards the opposite direction, the pain blinding her. Another volley of blaster bolts hit the dirt at her feet, narrowly missing her. 

Run. RUN. 

She tripped over her own dragging toes, falling to the ground again. Suddenly, two smoke grenades rolled to a stop meters in front of her, releasing their gas and obscuring her from view. She heard the stormtroopers shout in alarm and another volley of shots cut through the smoke over her head. She scrambled forward and abruptly found herself in the crowd on the opposite side of the intersection. A flash of dark brown cut through the sea of panicked people and suddenly a large hand grabbed her arm, pulling her further into the throng.

“CAN YOU RUN?” Rex shouted over the din of the panicked mob. He had a scarf pulled over the bottom of his face, hiding his nose and mouth, but there was urgency in his eyes, and something else that Senna had never seen before from him; he was afraid.

The pain in her side was causing her body to unload adrenaline in her system, and suddenly she was awake in the chaos. She nodded, hissing as she clasped her hand over the burn mark in her tunic, pressing against the blaster wound. They raced through the crowd, Rex’s arm wrapped around her waist, fingers digging into her belt to hold her up. 

“Keep your head down!”

They raced along the edge of the buildings lining the street, blaster fire echoing over their heads as the advancing soldiers tried to clear the crowd to search for their quarry. Quickly, Rex pulled her down a series of alleyways, weaving in between dwellings and ducking through archways until they were halfway down a dark passage and the sound of the mayhem had faded slightly behind them. He tucked her behind a stack of empty crates, leaning her against an exterior wall.

“Stay here.”

She ripped off her modulator mask, gasping loudly. “Does it look like I’m going anywhere?”

He ignored the comment, heading back the way they’d come with long strides, blaster tucked against his side with his finger on the trigger. Senna waited for several minutes, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible behind the crates, listening to the commotion she assumed was their pursuers fading further into the distance. Her fear of being vulnerable almost numbed the throbbing pain coming from the blaster wound.

After what felt like an eternity, Rex returned, pulling down his face cover. “They’re a good distance off and headed in the opposite direction of us, but they’re organizing sweeps of the district. We have to get moving.” He looked down at her shaking hand pressing into her abdomen, a small trickle of blood seeping through her fingers. “Alright, let’s see it,” he whispered, crouching down in front of her.

She gasped as he peeled her hand away, revealing the nearly perfectly circular hole in her clothing. His fingers found the edge of her tunic, and his eyes met hers, asking permission. She nodded at him, and he gently pulled the fabric up to reveal the injury. She gasped in pain as some of the fibers from her tunic that had been fused into the cauterization of the wound pulled at her damaged skin, and he pressed his forehead to hers, quietly shushing her. 

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Pulling a small light from his belt, he illuminated the small space to try and get a better look. She felt her body tingle as she stared at the decent-sized hole in her abdomen. He noted her shock.

“What, have you never been shot before?” he tried to tease, but she could see the concern etched into his features and how hard he swallowed.

“You know, the idea was to not get shot,” she muttered through gritted teeth. 

“Yeah, well not all of us succeeded at that,” he replied. “I didn’t get that scar in the middle of my chest playing bolo-ball.” He clicked off the light and dug through his hip pouch. “I’m afraid I didn’t bring much in terms of first aid, so you’ll have to make do with a bacta patch until we can get back. The good news is it appears mostly cauterized with minimal bleeding, and I don’t think it hit anything critical.”

“I gotta tell you, Rex, when it hit me, and you say it didn’t hit anything critical, that kind of hurts,” she joked.

Taking a sterilization pad from his pouch, he looked up at her sympathetically. “Unfortunately, I think this is going to hurt worse,” and without any additional warning, he pressed it against the wound. Senna squirmed back against the wall, a quiet curse erupting from her while she bit back a yelp, but he held her still, leaning against her and pressing his forehead against hers once more, whispering apologies. She wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingers into the fabric of his cloak as he tried as gently as he could to clean the damage.

“I really don’t like you right now,” she hissed in his ear. 

“Understandable. Hang on, we’re almost done.”

He leaned back as he unwrapped a bacta patch and looked at her. She could feel the tear stains running down her dust-covered cheeks, but she sniffled defiantly as he leaned forward to place the patch. 

“This should feel better than the disinfectant,” he tried to reassure her.

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I –“ he pressed the patch on without preamble, the pressure making her curse one more time.

She leaned back against the wall, gently banging the back of her head against it and pounding her first into the dirt until the pain finally dulled to a throbbing ache. Some of the tension in her shoulders eased, and she suddenly felt exhausted. 

It’s too much. All too much. 

Rex gave her a few more minutes to recover as he kept an eye on the opposite end of the passage.

“Can you walk upright?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You can’t look hurt.”

“I know, Rex,” she snapped, finally hitting her limit. 

He eyed her before tossing her a new tunic. “Put this on. Your shirt’s got a pretty obvious burn mark and plenty of blood on it.”

“Where did you even get this?”

“Found someone’s laundry line when I doubled back to make sure we’d lost them.”

She huffed a laugh. “You know, you might just be smarter than you look.”

His mouth tugged into a flash of a smirk before he schooled his expression back to stoicism. “Just put it on. We’re not out of this yet,” he muttered, turning his back to give her some privacy.

A snarky comment about how he’d already seen her naked died in her throat. 

Not the time. 

After several seconds of grunting and swearing Senna managed to wriggle into the tunic, tapping Rex on the shoulder. “Well, this might be as good as it gets.” The garment was a little large on her, but it at least didn’t press against the bacta patch quite so much. 

He took her cheeks in his hands and did his best to wipe away the tear stains and dust as she pulled her cloak back around her shoulders. She ignored the tenderness of the gesture and tried not to overthink it. Using her ruined shirt, she attempted to clean as much of the blood off of her hands as she could.

“Alright, are you ready? We’re going to have to move quickly,” he rasped, his eyes searching hers. 

She nodded, and he handed her a scarf to cover her face, pulling his own back up as well. The two of them crept back out of the alley and walked into the street, pulling their hoods low and blending into the crowd. Instinctively, their hands found each other as they stuck to each other’s sides. 

—

They made it back to the inn just as the sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon. Senna managed to remain upright and keep the façade of being perfectly fine intact until they got to their room. Quickly, Rex helped her inside and shut the door behind them. 

“Would it be better to sit up or lie down?” he asked.

“I think just put me on the bed and I’ll figure it out,” she grimaced. He quickly guided her over to the edge of the mattress and allowed her to sit, helping her peel her cloak off. She did her best not to think about what they’d done in that bed the night before. “I think laying down is going to be the way to go,” she conceded after a few minutes.

“Alright, lay across it width-wise,” Rex instructed. “I should be able to get at it better that way anyway.” He dug through his kit for medical supplies before dragging a chair to the edge of the bed. Senna tipped back on her elbows, pulling the stolen tunic up and peeling off the bacta patch with a grunt of discomfort. 

Rex was quiet as he gave her an injection to numb the pain, working quickly and carefully to flush the wound to clean it better. Once he had ensured that the clotting hadn’t trapped any foreign substances, he replaced the bacta patch with a more potent one designed specifically for blaster wounds. 

Laying there, watching him work, Senna couldn’t help but notice the furrows in Rex’s brow were even more prominent than usual, and she remembered the fear in his eyes when he had grabbed her. Sitting up gingerly once he went to dispose of the used supplies in the waste bin by the window, she pulled her shirt back down to cover the bandage, gently testing her mobility by twisting and turning a bit. Her eyes fell to where he stood, his back to her as he stared out the window. His hands were trembling at his sides. 

She still wasn’t ready for the conversation she could sense barrelling towards her, but she’d made her decision. 

You owe him that much.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned her elbows onto her knees. 

“You should have left me there.” 

A poor opening statement, but she hadn’t had time to think of a better one. Rex turned to look at her, the furrow between his brows deepening. 

“Most people would start with ‘thanks for saving my life,’ but I suppose you’ve never been someone to do things the normal way.” 

Anger flared within her. “You could have been captured. This entire trip was allowed on the premise that we wouldn’t get captured.” 

“So I was supposed to just let you be the one to get captured then?” His voice had dropped to a familiar gravelly octave, one that she’d only ever heard on Empire Day. “I told you I wouldn’t let that happen.” 

What right does he have to be angry?  

“Rex –”

“You don’t understand,” he interrupted. “You…you went down so hard and you didn’t move. I thought…I thought I’d lost you.” He was barely keeping his emotions at bay, his voice softening slightly. “I can’t…I can’t lose you, Senna.” 

“Losing people is part of war,” she countered sharply, trying not to let herself crumble. “We’re still fighting. It’s always a possibility.”

He shook his head firmly, and she grew silent again. “Not. You. I won’t lose you,” he rasped quietly.

She opened her mouth, searching for words, and then Rex’s comm buzzed. She gingerly pushed herself to a standing position, slowly walking towards the desk where it rested, but he grabbed her wrist firmly as she tried to pass him.

“Leave it,” he said quietly. He stepped closer to her, clasping her hands in his tightly. “I don’t want to fight with you right now,” he whispered. “Senna, I need to tell you something.”

Her breath hitched at his touch, and she felt tears spring to her eyes unbidden. She knew what he wanted to say. And she knew she had to stop it from happening. 

“Rex, we can’t,” she whispered.

His head snapped up and his eyes met hers. The hurt in his warm, brown irises gutted her.

“What? But last night –”

“Was a mistake, Rex.” She hoped she sounded firm, even if she didn’t completely believe it to be true.

You love him. 

But you can’t do this to him.  

The pain in his eyes almost killed her resolve. She’d never wanted to hurt him. That was the last thing she wanted. But that was all she would do, together or apart, physically or emotionally. 

Better to stop it before it starts. 

“I don’t believe you,” he rasped. “I see how you look at me, Senna. How you were with me. Please.”

“We CAN’T,” she said with all of the force and firmness she could muster. 

“We could. We could be-“ he tried again, but Senna charged forward, cutting him off again. 

“Be what, Rex? Liabilities to one another?” she sighed, desperately trying to keep her voice from cracking. 

How does he not see? With all that strategic ingenuity and wit, how can he not see how this ends?

“Do you think that we aren’t already?”

Frustration overtook her, and she stalked away from him, pacing at the opposite end of the room. “It will only get worse, no matter which direction this goes. Either we become closer and the missions become more dangerous, and we wind up making bad calls to keep one another safe, or we grow apart and can no longer rely on each other. We have to not change things. This is working right now, as it is. We have to do this.”

“What if we don’t want to?”

She laughed incredulously. “What we want doesn’t matter.”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t,” she snapped. “Not in the grand scheme of things. We are working for something so much bigger than ourselves, Rex, and lives depend on us. You know that. If you wanted to live out your fantasy life with a wife and kids on your farm, you should have walked away after the war ended. You should have run off to some outer rim world and hunkered down there. I can’t give you that life. We don’t have that option now.”

He scoffed. “So that’s it then. We choose to do this, put our lives on the line and stand up for what’s right, and you think we don’t deserve happiness because of that? If anything, I’d say we’re more deserving of it.” He scrubbed his hands over his hair. “Are you seriously going to stand there and tell me you don’t feel the same way that I do, Senna?”

He knows you. 

She jutted her chin out defiantly, clenching her fists so hard she was certain she’d have bloody crescents where her fingernails dug into her palms. Taking a deep breath, she met his gaze. “I don’t feel the same way, Rex. I don’t feel that we can do this and have those sorts of attachments.”

The word landed the way she’d hoped. She knew it would. It didn’t make it hurt any less. 

“How very Jedi of you,” he replied darkly. “Tossing out the attachment rule when it best suits you.” 

She tried to keep her gaze and tone level. “I’m trying to keep you…keep us alive. I can’t love you and do my job.”

“So, you love me then.”

Fuck.

Anger and frustration flared within her. Anger at her accidental admission, anger that she couldn’t be with him, and anger that he couldn’t understand why. 

“Why don’t you tell me since you seem to have all of this figured out, Captain?” she snarled. “Since you seem to know exactly what I want.” 

In a move her addled brain could have never accounted for, Rex walked swiftly across the room to where she was pacing, slipped his fingers into her hair and kissed her. Senna’s breath caught in her throat along with every retort she’d been preparing to sling at him. The familiarity of his lips on hers and the way his hands cradled her face finally pulled the tears from her eyes, and they streamed down her cheeks. 

You love him. Fuck, you love him. 

Rex pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers and stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. “I would never presume to tell you what you want, Senna. But I need to hear you tell me again that you don’t want this. Tell me again and mean it.”

The tears wouldn’t stop coming as Senna’s hands slipped around his wrists. “Rex, I…we…I just can’t. Please don’t ask this of me.” With that, she shoved past him into the refresher. He let her go, the door sliding shut behind her.

Senna managed to wait until the door completely closed before she leaned back against it, slowly sinking to the floor. She buried her face in her hands, sobbing as quietly as she could.

Of course she wanted him. She’d been in love with him for longer than she cared to think about and had just refused to acknowledge it. How could she, knowing the task they had ahead of them and what it would mean for both of them? If they were discovered by leadership, what would that mean? Expulsion from the rebellion? Because how could anyone count on two romantically involved people to be objective, to keep their eyes on the prize? And even if no one found out, how could she allow it to happen, especially after today? After last night? After the night with Fisk? 

He’ll always put you first. He’ll always risk everything for you. 

And I can’t allow that. Even if I love him. And even if he loves me. 

There was a soft knock at the door, and she straightened up, frantically wiping the tears on her face away and clearing her throat. “Yeah?”

“That was Organa. Word’s out about the incident in the market.”

Fuck. Already made it to the Senate. She closed her eyes. Fuck. 

“They’re still searching that district, but it sounds like the search will expand within the next few hours,” Rex continued. “We need to get a transport out of here before they lock down the ports. We are to return to our dwelling and await further instruction.” His voice was back to the stern tone that he’d used when they first met. It broke her heart.

“Understood. I can have everything packed in half an hour.”

She heard him stand outside the door for a few more seconds, and with a deep sigh, walk away, the main door to their room sliding open and shut. She took one more deep breath, and then got to her feet to begin preparing for the return journey.

She caught her own reddened, tear-filled eyes in the mirror. 

This is right. For both of us. Even if he can’t see it yet. And even if I can’t. 

Wiping at her cheeks, she squared her shoulders. 

This is how it has to be.

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