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itendtothinkalot · 4 months ago

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a little secret romance trope

Summary: reader and beomgyu try their very best to keep their relationship under the wraps...but it doesnt help their friends have no boundaries

Genre: fluffy

Characters: beomgyu x f!reader

Words: 6360

Completed (oneshot)

Beomgyu and you had been secretly dating for six months, a fact you managed to keep hidden from your friend group with surprising success. On the outside, you seemed like a duo that would have never made sense—a bubbly, outgoing, dashing young man and an introverted homebody who only left her house when food was offered.

Your covert glances and stolen moments of affection added a thrilling layer to your otherwise routine meetups. As Beomgyu cracked jokes and you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance, in truth, you were a little surprised that none of your friends suspected the lingering touches.

You both had to admit, sneaking around was getting exhausting, especially when your friends were the nosiest group of people. Though, you weren’t going to lie, you did enjoy the thrill of a swift kiss when no one’s looking or a quick sneaky squeeze of the thigh.

—-

"Just some coffee. To go. Thanks," you ordered.

Yeonjun smiled, "Got it."

The six of you were always at the café Yeonjun had opened. It was a little unconventional for your friends to consistently hang out at the café, but it was a place to unwind if nothing else. The warm, rustic atmosphere, with its wooden beams and soft lighting, created a cozy backdrop for your gatherings.

"Where’s Kai? I thought he started working here?" you asked, looking around for your tall, goofy friend.

"I don’t know." Yeonjun sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It’s fine. We’re technically fully staffed anyway. Tsk, didn’t need him one bit."

"Right," you nodded weirdly, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Where ya going? You’re not gonna stay around a little longer? Soobin and Taehyun are supposed to get off work soon. They’re coming right over."

"Not today. I kind of have to visit my mom," you lied, shifting on your feet.

"Isn’t your mom on a cruise with your dad?"

"No. No. Sorry, I’m a bit muddle headed today. Not my mom, my aunt. I’m visiting my aunt."

"Okay…?" Yeonjun looked at you slightly suspiciously, his eyes narrowing.

Just as you were about to respond, the café door chimed, and Beomgyu walked in, his presence instantly lighting up the room. His eyes met yours briefly, a flicker of warmth passing between you. He made his way to the counter, leaning casually against it as he ordered his usual drink. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, your heart racing with the thrill of your secret.

Yeonjun handed you your coffee, still eyeing you with mild curiosity. "Well, say hi to your aunt for me," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Will do," you replied, forcing a smile.

"Well, I gotta go too," Beomgyu cleared his throat and stood up, his movements a bit too hurried to seem casual.

"But, you just got here," Yeonjun tilted his head, confused.

"Yeah, I forgot, I have stuff to do. Y’know how uni is," Beomgyu chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. "Alright, see you later then."

Beomgyu flashed a quick smile before making his way to the door, and you followed a few moments later, making sure not to draw any more attention to yourselves. Outside, the bustling city sounds provided a stark contrast to the café's cozy ambiance. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the streets, making the pavement shimmer.

Beomgyu waited for you around the corner, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. When you approached, he grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief before pulling you in for a tight bear hug. "Nice save back there."

"It was, until you showed up. I told you to wait outside," you chided playfully, pulling away from his embrace.

"It was hot!" Beomgyu whined, pouting slightly.

"You're an idiot," you rolled your eyes and placed your hands in his. "C'mon. Let's go."

"My place? The boys are all out so we get the whole place to ourselves, if you know what I mean," Beomgyu suggested, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

You laughed, shaking your head at his antics. "Sure thing, handsome, lead the way."

Beomgyu's apartment was just a short walk away, nestled in a cozy neighborhood filled with tree-lined streets and charming old buildings. When you arrived at his place, Beomgyu unlocked the door and ushered you inside. The apartment was comfortably messy, filled with the signs of everyday life—a guitar propped against the wall, books and magazines scattered on the coffee table, and a few jackets thrown over the back of the couch.

"Beomgyu?" Kai's voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Kai? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the café?" Beomgyu asked, surprise evident in his voice.

"Yeah, but like…it’s a Saturday and I just…I’m tired, man." Kai sighed, plopping down onto the couch with a sigh.

"You started yesterday," you said, raising an eyebrow.

"I’ll have you kn—wait a minute, what the hell are you doing here?" Kai questioned, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"I... came to help Beomgyu with his thesis?" you replied, trying to sound convincing.

"You took a 30 minute train ride just to help Beomgyu with his thesis? That’s some kind of weird dedication you have," Kai said, though his tone suggested he wasn't entirely convinced. "Whatever. Just don’t tell Yeonjun that I’m here."

"Your secret's safe with us," Beomgyu said, giving Kai a reassuring pat on the back. "But you owe me one for covering for you."

Kai rolled his eyes but smiled. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Thanks, man."

As Kai settled in, Beomgyu glanced at you with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. The unexpected interruption had thrown a wrench into your plans, but you couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Beomgyu shrugged.

"You want something to drink?" Beomgyu offered, heading to the kitchen.

"Sure," you replied, sinking into the couch next to Kai. "So, what's your plan for the rest of the day?"

"Honestly? Just chilling," Kai said, stretching his arms over his head. "Might as well enjoy my day off, right?"

"Right," you agreed, glancing towards the kitchen where Beomgyu was rummaging through the fridge.

“So should we head upstairs?” Beomgyu asked, his voice carrying a hint of suggestion.

“Upstairs? Why can’t the two of you just do it here? I’m bored. Maybe I can help!” Kai interjected enthusiastically, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“If you’re bored, go to work.” Beomgyu deadpanned.

“I’m bored but not that bored.”

“Oh... uh...besides, it’s more of a...” You stuttered, trying to think of an excuse while shooting a panicked glance at Beomgyu.

Beomgyu grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief as he decided to play along. "Actually, Kai, it’s about my thesis on the history of plumbing regulations in pre-modern Europe. Pretty dry stuff, you know?”

Kai’s grin faded instantly, replaced by a look of confusion mixed with disbelief. “Plumbing regulations? Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Beomgyu nodded seriously, his expression deadpan. “I have to analyze the impact of sanitation policies on urban development during the Middle Ages. It’s actually pretty interesting. If you want, you can help me read some of th-”

“Blah blah blah. Y’know what, I’ll go and find Taehyun at work. Maybe ruin his lunch time. That’ll teach him to work on a Saturday.” Kai blinked, clearly taken aback by the unexpected subject matter.

“Sure.” Beomgyu cleared his throat, opening the door for Kai.

As soon as Kai left, you looked over to Beomgyu.

“Plumbing regulations?” you managed to say between giggles.

“It was the first thing I thought of,” Beomgyu chuckled, shaking his head.

“Plumbing regulations,” you repeated, still laughing. “I can’t believe he bought that.”

“Hey, it worked,” Beomgyu grinned, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Sometimes you just gotta improvise.”

The two of you looked at each other, sharing one last chuckle before Beomgyu stepped closer to you.

“Alright, so about that alone time,” Beomgyu winked, “What should we do now?”

“Maybe we can actually get some work done on that thesis you were complaining to me about last night,” you suggested teasingly, earning a groan from Beomgyu.

“Baby, I was joking.” Beomgyu sighed.

“The reminders on your phone screen say otherwise. You have like 10 things on your to-do list. I’m here to finish at least some of them with you.”

“You’re on my to-do list,” he teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“I’ll drop kick you,” you retorted, playfully rolling your eyes.

Beomgyu laughed, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Alright, alright. Let’s see what we can knock off the list then.”

—-

“Who the fuck are you texting? You’ve been giggling and kicking your feet like a little girl,” Soobin nudged Beomgyu, who had an idiotic grin on his face.

The two of you had been texting cute, lovey-dovey messages to each other all evening, unknowingly irritating Soobin.

“Yeah, who are you texting?” you chimed in, trying to ease his suspicions.

“Your goofy smile is making me lose my focus,” Soobin muttered, his eyes darting between his laptop and Beomgyu.

“No one. It’s just Yeonjun,” Beomgyu lied, trying to maintain a straight face.

Soobin squinted suspiciously. “Yeonjun? He’s not that funny.”

“That’s because you don’t know his hilarious side,” Beomgyu retorted, trying to sound convincing.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Yeah! Maybe Yeonjun's just gotten funnier without us realizing it. He made a joke once about pickles. I laughed.”

Soobin raised an eyebrow but decided to drop the subject, returning his attention to his work. “Oh, yeah, sure, and Beomgyu got less annoying. Some things aren’t meant to be.”

The atmosphere in the room lightened as the conversation shifted. You and Beomgyu exchanged a quick, knowing glance, both of you relieved that Soobin hadn’t caught on. Beomgyu’s phone buzzed again, and he quickly typed a reply, a small smile playing on his lips.

—

“Does anyone think Beomgyu has been super weird recently?” Taehyun brought up, voicing a concern that had been quietly nagging at him.

“What d’ya mean?” you asked, feeling a knot of worry forming in your stomach.

Beomgyu had excused himself to the toilet, leaving the five of you to speculate on what might be going on with your secret boyfriend. Soobin glanced around the table, his brow furrowed in thought.

“Yeah, now that you mention it,” Soobin mused, leaning back in his chair. “He’s been more distracted lately. And secretive. It’s like he’s hiding something from us.”

“Which is weird, since he’s usually an open book,” Kai chimed in, fidgeting with his phone.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, his expression thoughtful. “Y’know what, I noticed he’s been on his phone a lot more, too. And he’s been disappearing randomly. He’d go out at weird timings like at 2am.”

“He’s probably just stressed with uni stuff,” you offered, trying to brush off your own concerns.

“Maybe,” Taehyun nodded slowly, but the worry in his eyes was evident. “I just hope everything’s okay with him.”

“What about you? Have you noticed anything?” Taehyun nudged you, sensing your unease.

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “Uh, not that I know of. We haven’t been hanging out lately.” It was a lie, a really bad one. You felt almost guilty lying this much to your closest friends.

“Well... this is just between us, but…” Yeonjun whispered, leaning closer. “Last night, I heard him on the phone. I wasn’t eavesdropping, but he was kinda loud about it so I just listened.”

“So you were eavesdropping,” Soobin teased, narrowing his eyes playfully.

“Eh,” Yeonjun smirked. “I heard him on the phone, talking to someone. A girl. I couldn’t hear her voice very clearly, but it was a girl. They were giggling and Beomgyu was saying stuff like ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’ or ‘Wear that dress I like.’”

The revelation hit the group like a bombshell. Soobin's eyes widened as he exchanged glances with the others. “A girl?” he echoed, clearly perplexed. “But... why would Beomgyu hide something like that from us?”

“It could be nothing,” you interjected quickly, trying to ease the tension. “Maybe it’s just a friend or something.”

Kai crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “Would you say something like that to any of us?” he asked, matter-of-factly.

You shrugged, shaking your head.

The room fell silent as everyone pondered Kai’s question. The revelation seemed to hang in the air, creating an unspoken pressure that made your heart race even faster. You could feel the weight of their gazes as they waited for someone to break the silence.

“Who do you think it is?” Soobin asked, his curiosity piqued.

“I don’t know,” Yeonjun admitted with a shrug.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Kai snapped his fingers suddenly. “It could be the girl from his uni. The pretty one he brought home a few weeks back to do their group project? Do you think it’s her?”

“He brought a girl home?” you asked, feeling a mix of jealousy and curiosity.

“Yeah,” Kai nodded eagerly. “Remember? He said they were working on some big project together. She’s cute, too. Maybe things went beyond just studying.”

Soobin raised an eyebrow. “And he didn’t tell us?”

“Maybe he didn’t want to jinx it,” Kai suggested with a grin.

Taehyun shook his head, looking concerned. “But why hide it? We’re his friends.”

“Well, maybe it’s still early days,” you reasoned, trying to make sense of the situation.

“So what do we do?” Soobin asked, glancing around the table.

“We wait,” Yeonjun said, leaning back in his chair. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. If there’s something going on, Beomgyu will tell us when he’s ready.”

“Hey, whatchu guys yapping about today?” Beomgyu said, returning to his seat.

“Football.” The gang says in unison.

—-

“The guys think you’re dating your uni friend,” you blurted out.

Beomgyu’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“They heard you on the phone with me,” you continued, trying to explain quickly. “Yeonjun overheard you talking to someone and they jumped to conclusions.”

Beomgyu’s expression shifted from surprise to a mixture of confusion and concern. “Oh shit! Do they know it’s you?”

“They think it's the girl from your group project,” you added, feeling a pang of uncertainty. “They think... maybe something’s going on between you two.”

“Well, that should give us enough cover.” Beomgyu shrugged, chuckling.

“Yeah but…they’re picturing you with another girl and there’s something unsettling about that.” You sighed.

“W-wait a minute. Are you jealous?” Beomgyu sang teasingly, a playful grin spreading across his face.

You blinked, caught off guard by his teasing tone. “Maybe a little,” you admitted, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks.

“Should we break the news to them so my baby doesn’t get any more jealous than she already is?” Beomgyu teased.

“I don’t know,” you replied honestly, weighing your thoughts. “I considered telling them on the spot so they’d stop thinking it was someone else, but I also like keeping our relationship a little secret. It’s been fun sneaking around and hiding, but it’s also been really tiring to keep it from them.”

Beomgyu’s expression softened, his teasing demeanour giving way to a more serious look. “I get it. It hasn’t been easy for either of us. Look, we'll give it another month. Another month of it just being us. And then we’ll tell the guys.”

—-

Taehyun sighed, throwing his bags on the floor. Another shitty day at work. He plopped down on the couch, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into his bones. Grabbing the TV remote, he turned on a podcast he had subscribed to, hoping to unwind and distract himself.

As the podcast played, Taehyun's mood lightened slightly. The hosts were discussing a recent viral video, and the laughter in their voices was infectious. Curious, Taehyun searched for the video on his phone.

Still grinning, Taehyun picked up the home phone to call Huening Kai, knowing his friend would appreciate the video. As he dialled the number, he heard a soft click on the line, indicating someone was already on the phone.

Pausing, Taehyun listened and quickly realized it was Beomgyu and you talking. His curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but eavesdrop.

“I missed you today,” Beomgyu’s voice came through, warm and affectionate.

“I missed you too,” you replied softly. “I just wanna say you looked good tonight.”

“Baby, you looked even better. I swear I almost tore your dre-”

“OH MY GOD.” Taehyun’s voice echoed through the phone, cutting off Beomgyu mid-sentence.

Beomgyu and you went silent on the other end, realizing Taehyun had overheard. Taehyun’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock washing over him. He hastily put the phone off his ear, as if trying to physically distance himself from what he had just heard.

“OH MY GOD,” Taehyun repeated aloud, pacing nervously around the room.

Above, Beomgyu had been in the process of heading downstairs when he heard Taehyun's exclamation. Curiosity and concern drove him to rush down, taking the stairs two at a time until he reached his friend.

Before Taehyun could react further, Beomgyu leaped onto his back, surprising him completely. “Hey, give me that!” Beomgyu exclaimed, snatching the phone from Taehyun's hand.

Taehyun stumbled forward slightly under Beomgyu's sudden weight, but then turned to face him, wide-eyed. "THE TWO OF YOU…THE TWO OF YOU…"

Beomgyu's expression was a mix of panic and amusement as he glanced at the phone, then back at Taehyun. "I-I, uh, I…" he stammered, trying to come up with a plausible explanation.

Taehyun’s mind raced with questions and realization. “So, uh, are you two... like... a thing?” he asked cautiously, trying to process everything.

Beomgyu hesitated. Taking a deep breath, he nodded slowly. “Yeah, we are.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Beomgyu pleaded urgently, his eyes pleading with Taehyun to understand. “Taehyun, you don’t understand. It’s been going so well, but we’re not ready to go public. The six of us have been friends for almost a decade. It’ll be weird to let you in on our private lives as a couple so soon. We promise we’ll work things out and announce it when the time is right.”

Taehyun furrowed his brow, processing the sudden revelation and Beomgyu’s earnest plea. He glanced at Beomgyu, sensing the gravity of the situation. “Okay,” he said finally, nodding slowly. “I get it. It’s your call.”

—-

It was supposed to be a simple weekend getaway, a secret escape from the hectic schedules and prying eyes of your friends. Beomgyu had suggested it, claiming a need for some alone time to recharge, and you eagerly agreed, relishing the idea of a romantic adventure away from the usual hangouts.

The plan was meticulous—or so you thought. You and Beomgyu would pretend to attend different school events in the same area, using it as a cover for your getaway. The rest of your friends believed the story, never suspecting a thing as you both slipped away for a few days of blissful anonymity.

The weekend had been perfect—long walks on the beach, lazy mornings in cozy cafes, and evenings spent stargazing under a blanket of twinkling lights. But as all good things do, it came to an end, and you found yourselves back at the guys’ apartment, trying to blend back into your usual routine.

On the way up to the guys’ apartment, you met Kai, who was juggling several bags of groceries. His face lit up when he saw you, and he adjusted the bags to free up a hand for a quick wave.

“How was your school trip?” Kai asked, a genuine curiosity in his eyes.

“It was fun. The strangest thing happened,” you said, your voice tinged with excitement.

“What?” Kai tilted his head, intrigued.

“On the trip, I met our old friend, y’know, Jungwon? Yeah. He looks so different now.”

“Oh, shit, the one who fell into the pond? That Jungwon?” Kai laughed, the memory clearly vivid in his mind.

“Yeah!” You chuckled, sharing in the nostalgia. “Did you get his number?”

“Yeah, I did! I’ll text it to you later.”

The two of you walked over to the door, Kai fumbled with his keys for a moment, the bags making the task slightly challenging. Once inside, the warmth and familiar scent of the apartment greeted you.

“Hey, guys! Look who I found,” Kai called out, his voice echoing through the apartment as he set the groceries down on the kitchen counter.

Soobin glanced up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh, hey! How was the trip?”

“Great!” You grinned. “I had like three workshops and all, but I wouldn’t wanna bore you with it.”

“What are the chances? You and Beomgyu having school trips at the same time? He just got home too,” Yeonjun chuckled.

“Hey, by the way, I saw your stories on Insta. Did you lose your sunglasses? The ones we just bought together?” Kai whined. “Bro, we were supposed to go to the beach with them next week.”

You nodded, sighing. “You don’t think I’m bummed? I’m the one who lost them!”

“Must suck to be you though,” Taehyun said with a smirk.

You glared at him. “Don’t be an ass.”

Soobin served you a plate of pancakes, the sweet aroma filling the room. “Here.”

You grinned, taking the plate. “Thanks!”

As you settled in, Beomgyu descended the stairs, making eye contact with you before smiling widely. “You look pretty,” he mouthed.

You smiled sweetly, quickly turning away to avoid any further suspicion. “Hey! You just got back from your trip?” Beomgyu asked, joining the conversation with a friendly smile.

You nodded. “Yep.”

“Anyway, now that you’re back, Beomgyu, can I please have my Switch back?” Kai begged, his tone light but earnest.

Beomgyu chuckled, reaching into his bag and pulling out the game console. “Yeah, yeah, here you go. I didn’t scratch it, promise.”

Kai snatched it up, relief evident on his face. “Thanks, man. I’ve been dying to play the new game I got.”

“So, how was your trip?” Soobin asked.

Beomgyu shrugged nonchalantly. “Pretty good. Lots of sightseeing and some downtime. Oh right! You wouldn’t guess who I saw!”

“Who?” Yeonjun asked.

“Jungwon!” Beomgyu exclaimed.

“The kid who fell in the pond?”

You shook your head, mouthing to Beomgyu to keep his mouth shut. Kai looked at the two of you, his eyes widening in realization.

“YOU!” he yelled, pointing at you.

“I HAVE SOUVENIRS FOR EVERYBODY! You first, Kai!” Beomgyu yelled, quickly pulling Kai upstairs. You followed suit, running after the two of them.

“What’s up with them?” Soobin said, his eyes still glued to his laptop.

“Beomgyu probably broke his Switch or something,” Yeonjun chuckled.

Upstairs, you caught up with Beomgyu and Kai in Beomgyu's room.

“Well, well, well… so the two of you have been playing us all this time…” Kai sneered, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

You and Beomgyu exchanged nervous glances. “What are you talking about?” Beomgyu asked, trying to play it cool.

Kai's eyes narrowed. “Don't play dumb. I saw the way you two were acting. You've been sneaking around behind our backs, haven’t you? How’s it possible the two of you met Jungwon then? Two different school events, with supposedly, two different locations.”

You sighed, realizing the jig was up. “Okay, fine. We were on a trip together, and we’ve been dating for a while now.”

“And you didn’t care to tell any of us!” Kai interrupted, his voice rising in frustration.

Beomgyu stepped forward, his expression earnest. “We weren’t sure how everyone would react. We wanted some time alone to figure things out.”

Kai's stern expression softened slightly before being replaced by a look of disgust. “I get it. We’ve been friends for almost ten years. It’ll be kind of weird to see the two of you kiss.”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. “We wanted to. We really did but… I don’t know, we just got scared.”

Kai sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You do know we’ll be happy for you either way, right?”

Beomgyu sighed, “We know. We’ll tell everyone soon enough.”

“Promise?”

“Well, technically, it’s just Soobin and Yeonjun. Tae already knows.”

“BEFORE ME?!” Kai exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and mock indignation.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. “Yeah, it kind of just happened that way. We told him by accident. It’s a long story.”

Kai crossed his arms, pouting. “Fine, but you both owe me big time. And I better not find out anyone else knows before me.”

Beomgyu chuckled, relieved. “It’s just the two of you. We promise.”

“Also about that souvenir…” Kai started, his expression teasing.

“We actually didn’t get you anything,” Beomgyu admitted sheepishly.

“You need a little more than ‘please’ and ‘thank yous’ to keep my mouth shut,” Kai deadpanned, though a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

With the tension eased, the three of you headed back downstairs. Kai proudly held up a new game console Beomgyu had originally bought for himself, showing it off to the others. “Look what Beomgyu got me!”

Beomgyu sighed, faking a smile. “Thanks for being such a great friend, man.”

“You’re very welcome,” Kai chuckled, a playful edge to his tone.

—

“Hey. I heard you know something I do.” Huening Kai grinned at Taehyun.

“What?”

“C’mon. We both know tweedle dee and tweedle dum are dating, don’t we?”

Taehyun nodded, “It’s been a little tiring to keep this secret. I wish they’d just tell the others already.”

“Well, that’s what I wanted to speak with you about. A little plan.”

Taehyun and Kai exchanged mischievous glances, a silent understanding passing between them as they hatched a plan.

“I’ve got an idea,” Kai whispered, leaning in closer to Taehyun.

—

"Why am I doing this again?" Yeonjun muttered into his tiny earpiece, looking slightly perplexed as he adjusted his stance discreetly.

Yeonjun stood at the edge of the cafe, adjusting his earpiece nervously while keeping an eye on you and Beomgyu at a corner table. Taehyun and Kai sat nearby, exchanging secretive glances as they awaited the cue to set their plan in motion.

“You’re doing this because we need to get Beomgyu to admit he’s dating her,” Taehyun’s voice crackled through Yeonjun’s earpiece.

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, though a small grin played on his lips. “And why do I have to be the one flirting with her?”

“Because you’re the smoothest talker we’ve got,” Kai chimed in.

“And because Soobin’s at work.” Taehyun added with a hint of mischief.

Yeonjun sighed. “Fine, but if this backfires, I’m blaming both of you.”

As he approached your table, Yeonjun put on his most charming smile, a plan forming in his mind. He casually leaned against the back of an empty chair beside you, catching your attention with a friendly nod.

“Hey,” Yeonjun greeted smoothly, his eyes flickering mischievously towards Beomgyu. "What's up?"

Meanwhile, Taehyun and Kai watched from their table, barely containing their excitement as they waited.

“Hey?” You scratched your head, “What do you want?”

Yeonjun chuckled softly, his demeanour relaxed yet subtly teasing. "Just thought I'd join the party," he replied casually, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he glanced at Beomgyu.

Taehyun and Kai exchanged quick glances, trying to suppress their grins as they observed the unfolding scene.

“Have I ever told you how pretty you looked in pink?” He nodded in your direction and gestured to your dress.

“No?” You frowned, “Are you okay? A-are you drunk? At 12? In the afternoon?”

Yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head. "Nah, just appreciating the finer things in life, like you, uh, fashion sense." He leaned casually against the table, his smile widening as he saw Beomgyu's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“My fashion sense?” You asked, an eyebrow raised.

Yeonjun's comment made you chuckle nervously, unsure of where this playful banter was leading. Meanwhile, Beomgyu's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a subtle flicker of jealousy crossing his features as he glanced between Yeonjun and you.

"Yeah, well, fashion appreciation aside," Beomgyu interjected casually, trying to mask his unease with a nonchalant tone, "aren’t you supposed to be working right now?"

Taehyun and Kai exchanged a knowing glance, detecting the hint of tension in Beomgyu's voice. They exchanged silent cues, silently egging Yeonjun on while watching Beomgyu's reaction with barely contained amusement.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, playing along with a teasing grin. "Of course, I am. I just had to make my way over to compliment her style! You can't blame a guy for noticing good style especially on a pretty girl, can you?"

You glanced nervously at Beomgyu, sensing his slight discomfort but unsure how to defuse the situation. "Are you okay? Are you being threatened right now? Are there cameras?"

Taehyun leaned closer to Kai, whispering under his breath, " This might just work."

Kai nodded with a mischievous grin, fully enjoying the unfolding drama. He kept his eyes on Beomgyu, waiting to see how he would handle the unexpected attention directed at you by Yeonjun.

Yeonjun leaned in slightly closer, his smile widening as he maintained eye contact with you. "Maybe I should take some fashion tips from you sometime. You seem to have a knack for making even the simplest things look good."

Beomgyu's jaw tensed, his gaze narrowing at Yeonjun's playful flirting. He shifted in his seat, a subtle sign of his growing discomfort with the situation.

"You're laying it on pretty thick there, buddy," Beomgyu remarked, his voice betraying a hint of irritation beneath the playful tone.

Taehyun and Kai exchanged excited glances, barely containing their amusement as they watched Beomgyu's jealousy simmering just below the surface. They were about to witness the culmination of their plan when suddenly, the cafe door swung open.

"Soobin!" Kai blurted out, disappointment evident in his voice.

Soobin strode into the cafe, his gaze sweeping over the scene with a quizzical expression. "What's going on here? Why hasn’t anyone ordered anything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he approached the table.

Soobin glanced between them, sensing the underlying tension but deciding not to press further. "Right, well, I'm starving. Anyone up to share some muffins with me?”

Kai and Taehyun sighed, their plan to coax Beomgyu into admitting his relationship with you temporarily thwarted by Soobin's timely interruption.

—

“He was so flirting with you.” Beomgyu sighed.

"I think he was just teasing me," you tried to defend Yeonjun, although it did seem kind of weird that he acted like that out of nowhere..

Beomgyu shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his brows furrowing slightly. "Teasing, huh?" He muttered, his tone betraying a hint of disbelief. "Sure seemed like more than that."

You glanced at him, noting the tension in his expression. "I’m sure it’s not like that," you reassured him gently, reaching out to touch his arm. "Yeonjun's just being Yeonjun."

"I know, I know," Beomgyu replied, trying to mask his unease with a forced smile. "It's just... weird, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it," you nodded sympathetically, withdrawing your hand.

"Unless, they know about us and are just teasing us about it.”

"I doubt Taehyun and Kai would tell Yeonjun. Right?" you said, voicing your uncertainty.

Beomgyu's expression softened slightly as he considered your words. "Yeah, you're probably right. They wouldn't do that."

"So, let's not overthink it," you suggested, hoping to ease his worries. "We've been doing fine keeping it a little secret."

Beomgyu nodded, a small smile returning to his face. "I guess."

“Just a little while longer together. And we’ll tell them.” You said.

“As long as I have you all to myself.”

—-

"This is getting sort of ridiculous, no?" Beomgyu sighed, taking deep breaths. His brows furrowed in frustration, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Weren't you the one who suggested this?" You rolled your eyes, your grip on Beomgyu's shoulders tightening. You straddled his thighs, your body pressed intimately close in the cramped photobooth.

All you wanted was a little bit of light intimacy—a cute photoshoot session without being interrupted by your unsuspecting friends. Unfortunately, your friends, who were usually late, arrived earlier than expected.

"You said they'd be like 20 minutes late. They're 10 minutes early!" You whispered angrily, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

"I wasn't the one giving flirty glances, so technically this is your fault." Beomgyu turned to face you, a frown on his face. God, he was handsome. You couldn't even stay mad. He was perfect. Little did you know, Beomgyu was thinking the exact same thing.

The two of you spent a moment just looking at each other with loving eyes, the tension melting away. He placed a chaste kiss on your lips, his touch tender and reassuring. "We do need to figure out how we're gonna explain to them why we're in here."

"We could just say we were taking pictures while waiting for them."

"Yeonjun’s gonna ask for the photos. Should we show the ones where I have my tongue shoved down your throat or the one where you kiss my cheek?" Beomgyu spoke sarcastically, a playful glint in his eyes.

"I'm trying my best!" you huffed, frustration mixed with affection as you stared at him.

Beomgyu chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin. "I know you are," he said, his tone gentle and understanding. He shifted slightly, causing the photobooth to creak under your combined weight. "Maybe we should just sneak out and pretend like nothing happened."

You nodded, the idea sounding more appealing by the second. But just as you were about to suggest it, you heard the unmistakable sound of Kai's voice, loud and clear right outside the booth.

"Hey, didn’t Beomgyu say they’ve both arrived?" Kai's voice was tinged with curiosity and confusion. You froze, your heart pounding even harder.

“Maybe he’s over here!” Taehyun’s voice bellowed through the empty arcade.

Beomgyu quickly brought a finger to his lips, signalling you to stay quiet. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "Stay calm. We'll figure this out."

You nodded again, trying to steady your breathing. The photobooth felt even smaller now, the walls pressing in on you as you listened to the conversation outside.

"They told me they were here a minute ago," another voice chimed in. Taehyun, always the observant one. "Maybe they went to get some snacks or something."

"Or maybe they're in the photo booth," Kai suggested, his tone teasing.

You exchanged a panicked glance with Beomgyu, both of you realizing that your hiding spot was about to be discovered. Without thinking, you pressed your lips to his, muffling the surprised sound he made. It was a desperate attempt to distract both of you from the impending confrontation.

The curtain to the photobooth suddenly flew open, and there stood Kai, the look of amusement on his face. "Well, well, well," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "What do we have here?"

Just then, Yeonjun grinned and slipped his arm across your shoulders, adding to the chaos.

“Uh, just taking some photos.” You tried explaining.

"Can I have a picture with you next?" he teased.

Beomgyu shoved Yeonjun's arm off, a glare in his eyes. "In your dreams, grandpa."

Soobin, standing behind Kai, grinned as well. "So… what’s this all about?"

"It’s... uh…" Beomgyu stammered, clearly at a loss for words.

"We’re not dating," you managed to blurt out, your voice shaky with panic.

Kai raised an eyebrow, "Okay, and we’re supposed to believe you because... you’re straddled on his legs and when we opened the curtain, you were making out?"

Taehyun added, teasing the two of you, "You’re not making any sense."

Kai was the first to break the silence, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Guys, cut the surprised looks, it’s as obvious as daylight. Taehyun and I can’t keep up with this anymore.”

Soobin gasped, “The two of you knew?!”

“Well, I do too.” Yeonjun smirked.

“What?!”

“Did you really think I’d flirt with you so brazenly? That’s so not me.” Yeonjun explained.

“Wait. So I’m the only one who didn’t know?” Soobin sighed, “Sure, keep me in the dark. The only person who can keep secrets.”

“You told everyone I had a binky till 11. I told you that in confidence!” Kai retaliated.

Soobin chuckled, “Sorry, dude. I just had to tell someone.”

Beomgyu sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. We’re dating. We’ve been dating for like... six months now."

"Six months?!" the four exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with shock.

"Right under our noses?" Kai whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

"Don’t tell me... all those times you were up in Gyu’s room helping him with his ‘thesis’," Yeonjun said, his face scrunching up in mock disgust.

The two of you nodded slowly. "Sometimes I was," you admitted, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Wait, so all those times Beomgyu was on the phone saying ‘I love you, pretty princess,’ that wasn’t for his mom?" Soobin gasped, his eyes wide with realization.

"You heard that?" Beomgyu's cheeks turned a deep shade of pink, embarrassment clear on his face.

Soobin nodded vigorously. "Yeah, I thought it was weird, but I didn’t want to say anything."

“Well, I’m happy for you guys-ish. I still hate that I was the last to find out.” Soobin sighed.

Beomgyu interjected with a sympathetic smile, patting Soobin's shoulder gently. "It wasn't intentional. We wanted to tell you guys, but we just wanted to make sure we were solid before making it public. We didn’t really want to risk messing up the dynamics of our friendship. And besides, Kai and Taehyun found out by accident."

“We get it. It’s fine," Soobin reassured them, his tone lighter. "If anything, we’re really glad it’s the two of you."

"Yeah and if it makes you feel better," you added, trying to lighten the mood. "You were the last to find out, but now you're first in line to grill us with questions about our relationship!"

Soobin chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Fair enough. So, spill it—how did this all start? And don't leave out any details!"

“This is…gonna take awhile, isn’t it?” Taehyun sighed, “I’ll go order the food.”

#txt fic #txt oneshot #txt x reader #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt fanfic #beomgyu x reader #txt scenarios #beomgyu x you #beomgyu x y/n

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angsthology · 1 year ago

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“im just excited, is all” — or an alt title: roo vs. the australian allegations

who is roo, really? why is roo?

a/n a short one cause if im being honest theres just one tiny explanation and... yeah

or, yknow, alt alt title: daniel’s detective era

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

“WOOOO!! I’M NEVER GONNA DIE!” she yelled into the radio, at this point not even shocking her engineer anymore.

“sure, kid.” he chuckled. “congratulations, again, i’ll see you out.”

as soon as she parked her car, the girl quickly jumped out of her seat and stand on the nose of her car, jumping repeatedly with both her feet going up and down excitedly. it ends with a last hard jump off the car and her hands up in the air, yelling on the top of her lungs.

when suddenly — to everyone’s dismay — she started shuffling. well, attempted, shuffling.

daniel, who had the pleasure of sharing the podium with her and was there to witness it first hand, could not help but unknowingly let his hand fly to his mouth to muffle his laughter. man, he just took off his balaclava, he thought.

then, just his luck, the girl stopped mid-shuffle and looked towards his way and waved at him excitedly before running towards the australian and attacking him in a bear-hug.

of course, the man expected the hug, what he didn’t expect was how strong it was going to be.

he let out a muffled “oof” as soon as she collided with him. daniel did not think he has ever gotten a hug this tight. let alone receiving it from a girl almost half his size.

“congratulations!” she could not get bored of hearing that. making her hug him tighter, “okay, oh, lord, i can’t breathe. please.”

“oh—hehe, sorry.” she immediately let go of the man and ran off—well, more hopped off—to get herself weighed.

the older man could not help but chuckle watching her hop away.

again, really?

the girl could never not get bored of all the demeaning questions that seemed to only be targeted towards her.

unfortunately for them, she was not having it that day.

so here she was, berating a man who was like generations behind her — and everyone else — with the rest of the grid listening, watching in amusement.

they always enjoy watching her absolutely destroying male fossils that walked the paddock. it was free entertainment.

her manager didn’t even stop her anymore — well, he did, usually when he knows she’ll say something completely unhinged and not for viewers ears — he just watches with a proud smile like the rest of the drivers until she eventually runs out of breath, all the while also stealing it from the opposite person.

and now it’s about five minutes later and the room was silent, really soaking in her words.

as usual, daniel was the one to break the silence — his tone doing its best to relief the tension that clouded the room.

“remind me not to piss you off.”

sebastian found his voice when he looked towards daniel, “i really admire her agression.”

“i try.”

the mclaren driver was minding his own business when suddenly he felt someone plop down on the seat next to him.

said person didn’t say anything, they just stared at him blankly for a good few seconds. in return, daniel had the expression equivalent of a question mark.

until eventually he felt a little creeped out, “what do you want?”

her response was… weirder.

“what do you want?”

“…what?”

suddenly, out of nowhere, the twenty-two-year-old pulls out a fanny pack from the side. and when she opened it, they were both met with all kinds of candy.

daniel raised his eyebrows at the girl.

“this stays between us.”

it did, but also no, she had previously already approached alex, mick, lando, and yuki, doing the exact same thing.

“…okay?” he then removed the confused expression on his face to one of curiosity of what’s inside the pack, “you got any haribo?”

“everyone, everyone, everyone!”

the girl hopped over to the group of men, dragging a slightly smaller one with her.

“yes, yes, yes!” replied george.

she the shoved the brunette girl in her arms to the front, holding her by both her forearms from the back.

“i want you all to meet daisy-mae!”

a strings of ‘hi’s and ‘hello’s along with ‘nice to meet you’s were exchanged.

the young driver then noticed a certain australian missing.

“hey where’s dan— DANNY!” she jumped when she saw said man approaching. as usual, she excitedly hopped her way over to him.

he chuckled, “hey, roo.”

at that, she stopped mid-way and looked at him confused, “who?”

“you.”

“huh.”

“you’re like a ‘lil kangaroo, y’know?”

still confused, she was brought out of a daze when she heard loud sounds of agreement from behind her.

“that’s what she is!”

“aw, that’s cute, our little kangaroo…”

“LITTLE?!”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoisons @vellicora

hope this didnt disappoint </3

#tine’s roo vs the world #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 #formula one x reader #formula 1 #formula one #daniel riccardo x reader #daniel ricciardo

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legend-the-dumb-jock · 11 months ago

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I'm so stressed about the future and growing older. I'm worried about how I'll be able to stay a twink, I already need to shave everyday and it's getting harder to stay thin. Got anything that can help me face my fears of becoming a big old hairy bear?

Honestly if you’re having to shave every day. I’m jealous. It just means the curse is becoming stronger. And it’s only to get worse from here on out. You wake up and look down and yell I horror. You shaved your body. Before you went to bed the night before and looking down now you see that you’re covered in a dense rug once again. What’s worse is it seems like the hair is getting thicker.

This has to be some sick joke you think to yourself. It just has to be ! You’re supposed to be a twink! Not some hairy bear !! But this is happening all too fast now and you’re running out of razors! You scramble to the bathroom and you find your last razor. Thank god. Relieved you turned your buzzers on and shaved down the fluff once again. When it’s buzzed you take the razor and shave down. Looking in the mirror you’re relieved to see that you’re once again hairless. But for how long. How long is this going to last. Just last night you did this same thing. And that’s when you see it. In the mirror. On your face. You get up close to the mirror. Are you seeing things!! You can see the hair pushing its way out of your chin!! Backing away slowly you can see the 5 o clock shadow forming. You get dressed quickly and find that your clothes are tighter than before. You have to run to the sore down the street and get some more razors! This is going to make you go broke for sure!

But the time you check out. Get back to your apartment. Strip down you are shocked. Not only are you costed in hair. But your slim frame. It’s. Fading.

Yours abs see no longer there to be seen hidden under a layer of day and hair. And the hair only seems to be getting thicker. You try to shave it down again but this time your buzzer can’t get through the tangled mess. You scream as your body is so itchy now and you just seem to be getting hairier. “Please no! I’m a twink!!” You scream not wanting any of this to happen. When you asked for something to help you face your fears you didn’t mean this !

Your stomach lurches forward as its mats itself in more hair. Hair continues to wrap itself around your shoulders and down your arms. All the bay down to your toes that seem to be getting fatter. “Please make this stop!!” Your back begins to widen and you done even realize that you back is getting coated in hair just as thick as the front of your body.

Hair begins to spill from the waistband of your shorts as more hair is forming on your hairy body. Hair that youlll never be able to shave off ever again. And you’re starting to sweat. It rolls down your back and into the crack of butt making it sweaty and swampy. Your Bo kicks into high gear and now everyone will be able to tell you are around. No longer smelling like a round twink but thah of an old hairy bear. One that reeks of masculinity and sweat.

But that can’t be all that happens. You specially mentioned that you wanted to face your fears of being old. Well I already made you a bear. I made a big bear of a man. Now your body will get large. Muscle growing harder. Your gut sticking out more and you’re being hard as a rock and your hard will fall out. Your body hair thicker as your feet begin to stretch. Your body begins to ache as new pains of old age set in. Your back hurts from having to hold a keg up all the time. Your knees hurts from the weight they carry and so does your swollen ankles. That thick beard you aren’t able to shave turns white as your skins ages and sags. Soon your spitting image of a 58 year old man. A large hairy bear of a man. Holding mirror you scream but you can to anything to stop it. You have been forced to become your worst fear. And your twink life is all but long forgotten now.

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year ago

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𝐀 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none. pure fluff

↳ song: go kitty go—dancing cats

masterlist | coms | carrd

• Snow days in New York weren’t exactly uncommon, but it was always a treat when they happened

• School was canceled and puffy jackets donned; all for the sake of the lovely white powder

• You were no different. The second you woke up to freezing cold temperatures, you were already dialing April's number in preparation for a hangout

• Plans were made in record time, and you soon found yourself standing at the foot of Leonardo’s bed in preparation to rip the covers off of him

• “Rise and shine Nardo! It’s a snow day!”

• The minute his Jupiter Jim covers fell to the floor, you were met with the sight of a very grump turtle

• Oops

• It took a considerable amount of prying to get him and his stupid nightcap out of bed and down to the lairs main room. By the time you had managed to get him to stop teleporting back onto his mattress, April was standing in the living room with the other three brothers - and looking much more damaged than you remembered

• “What happened to you?” You cringed at the sight of her mussed up hair, keeping a tight hold on Leo’s shell so he wouldn’t run off. You ignored his whines

• “Someone forgot to mention that they had the security system set to ten.” April said with zero amusement, looking pointedly at a purple teen

• “Smashed with the Tech Bo?” You smiled somewhat sympathetically. Donnie whistled and looked away innocently

• “Smashed with the Tech Bo.” April parroted,

• After you got April to stop chasing Donnie with her bat, all of you suited up to head to the nearest snow covered park

• Part of your brain remembered in the middle of preparation that turtles didn’t do well in cold temperatures, and you asked Donnie about it as everyone zipped up their coats

• “Patented hand warmers.” He smirked proudly. “And our numerous layers should protect us from any harsh elements. If anything, the worst that will happen is that the cold will cause us to get sleepy.”

• “I am totally using that information for blackmail.”

• “Do not—"

• Overall, it’s very fun. Mikey brings his revered hot chocolate, you April and Leo beat Raph in a snowball fight, and Donnie spends the entire time building a lifelike bust of himself from snow. And this time there weren’t any mutant ghost bears to terrorize you

• “Why don’t we do this more often?” You had paused to ask Mikey while snowballs flew over both of your heads. At this point, everyone had switched teams, and you were stuck with the orange turtle as Donatello’s mechanical arms whirled snowballs in your direction at record speed

• “Hang out, or challenge Donnie at deadly activities?!” He screamed back, yelling as a chunk of snow barely missed his head

• “Fair point.” You grinned before returning fire

• In the end a truce was called, and the promise of extra flavorless juice at home eventually coaxed Donnie to agree to the terms

• “For the record, I still won.”

• “Don’t make me take away your juice privileges Dee, because I will.”

• “Gasp! Oh the treachery! The betrayal!”

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bihansthot · 1 year ago

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Name: Mid-Autumn Festival 1,000 Follower Spectacular!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!Reader

Word Count: 4,000

Summary: You and your husband Bi-Han enjoy a nice family dinner at Madam Bo’s for the Mid-Autumn Festival and later enjoy some alone time with one another, experimenting in ways you never have.

Author’s notes: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival lovelies! Have I got a treat for you and it involves mooncakes but that’s not all! Y’all wanted Bi-Han getting a prostate massage and fuck if I didn’t deliver it! This is kind of a mash up of things I wanted to write, one being festival stuff, the other being a celebration of hitting over 1.000 followers here on tumblr! It’s so wild to me that a blog that just rambles about Bi-Han and writes about him has so much love but here we are! This story has some dirty talk and possessive Bi-Han in it but also has some soft moments, its a good mix of fun and filth and hopefully y’all enjoy it! If you do please don’t be shy with the likes, comments, reblogs, DMs etc. Let me know you liked it please! Enjoy lovelies!

You giggle and shove Bi-Han’s heavy body off of yours, “Polar Bear, stop, we’re in public,” your words are slightly slurred as you find yourself pleasantly buzzed. You look around the expansive tea house and despite the size everything seems warm and homey, you’re always happy when you’re out with Bi-Han at Madam Bo’s.

“Come on qīn, it’s the Mid Autumn Festival it is all about the love between Chang’e and Hou Yi, you shouldn’t be stingy with the affection,” Bi-Han laughed and you could tell by the blush high on his cheeks that the cryomancer was drunk, or at least tipsy, Bi-Han could hold his liquor quite well and you didn’t think you’ve ever actually seen him drunk.

“Brother, why don’t you have some more to eat, that’s what the Mid-Autumn Festival is really about, sharing food with your family,” Kuai Liang chimes in pushing a delectable-looking bowl of steamed crabs toward Bi-Han. “Father always used to talk about the importance of spending time together as a family.”

“Fuck Father, I’m glad he’s dead,” Bi-Han slurs before reaching for a steamed pork bun instead as he bit into the light, fluffy bun.

“Polar Bear, please not tonight, tonight is about family, don’t upset your brother’s please,” you urge, your face clouding with worry.

“Tch, sorry qīn, you’re right tonight it about celebrating family and being together,” he grumbles reluctantly and motions for you to pour him another cup of baijiu.

You’re hesitant to pour another cup for him, but you don’t want to deal with his complaining and posturing if you don’t so despite your better judgment you pour the liquor into his cup. You reach for some of Madam Bo’s delicious har gao and happily eat the plump, juicy shrimp dumpling leaving the crabs for your husband and brothers-in-law to share.

“It was a good idea coming down to Madam Bo’s for Mid-Autumn Festival this year, none of us have to clean up afterwards,” Tomas laughs and takes one of the crabs for himself. “I know I appreciate it! Do you know how much work it is cooking and cleaning up for the three of you?” You laugh and take a sip of oolong tea, trying to pace yourself on drinking, you’re well aware you can’t hold your liquor quite as well as Bi-Han can, well not baijiu at any rate.

“Who cleans up qin? Huh?” Bi-Han raises his eyebrow at you and you have the decency to look sheepish knowing full well the cryomancer always did the cleanup when you did the cooking.

“I, uh well,” you shove some roast duck in Bi-Han’s mouth to silence the cryomancer’s protests. “Tomas, how are things lately, I feel like I haven’t see you or Kuai Liang in ages,” you switch the topic.

“Things have been challenging but very rewarding, work with the Shirai Ryu are going well and we’ve even managed to find a promising new initiative, his name is Hanzo,” Tomas answers with ease in between sips of his own glass of baijiu.

You were so pleased the brothers had managed to work out their differences after Fire God Liu Kang and intervened and the two of you had talked some sense into Bi-Han. Kuai Liang and Tomas had still kept their Shirai Ryu to be the guardians and protectors of Earthrealm whereas Bi-Han kept his Lin Kuei and they were granted more of a prominent role in the tournament and guiding Earthrealm. It had been harder to convince Sektor that his army of drones were no longer necessary, but thankfully Bi-Han had seen sense and had commanded Sektor to stand down. There was still definitely tension between the brothers, but you were content that you were all in a good enough place that you all could come together to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival as a family. The festival was a foreign concept to you when you first arrived in Fengjian, but you had fallen in love with the holiday when Bi-Han told you the story of Chag’e and Hou Yi, their beautiful, tragic love story made you weep, but despite the sorrow you loved the idea of being able to celebrate their love. “Hanzo huh? Well that’s good, I’m glad to hear things are going well, but I will admit things are lonely without all of you.”

“Earthrealm needs the Shirai Ryu, its a sacrifice we all have to make,” Kuai Liang interjected before you could get too involved in clan politics.

“Yes, of course, I understand,” you reply, sneaking another dumpling and a sip of tea, the table was laden with so much food there was no way the four of you would be able to finish, you regret not inviting Sektor and Cyrax, but thought it was better they weren’t there as there was still bad blood between the two clans.

“Who’s ready for Moon Cakes?” Madam Bo suddenly interrupts, placing a heaping plate of assorted pastries on the table.

“Moon cakes!” You squeal with excitement and suddenly you somehow feel hungry again, you had never had the pastry before you started dating Bi-Han, but after trying them you were hooked on them, the custard-filled ones were your favorite. As if she were a psychic Madam Bo pops a mini custard-filled one in your mouth and you can’t help moaning with delight as the flaky pastry gives way to the luxurious custard inside.

“Madam Bo, you spoil us,” Tomas smiles at the elderly patroness as she smiles at your happy reaction to the confection.

“Nonsense Smoke, it’s Mid-Autumn Festival! Everyone gets moon cakes! I can’t have my customers unsatisfied on such an auspicious day,” Madam Bo chirps happily.

“Thank you Madam Bo,” you manage after finishing your miniature moon cake, a look of satisfaction plastered to your face.

“The one with the black dot is the sesame one Bi-Han,” Madam Bo laughs before slipping him the bill and heading off to tend to her other customers.

Bi-Han doesn’t hesitate grabbing one of the ones with the black dots, sesame moon cakes you know are his favorite and he acts like a little kid when he gets one, to the point that you’re surprised he doesn’t ask you the make the confection year round. He finishes off his moon cake before draining his umpteenth cup of baijiu, he counts out his bills carefully before adding some extra for Madam Bo, despite tipping not being customary in China, it was a holiday after all and Madam Bo deserved it for her warmth and hospitality. “Shall we?” he asks standing up and swaying on his feet slightly.

The four of you make your way back to the Lin Kuei Temple as you bid good night to your brothers-in-law and giggle drunkenly toddling after Bi-Han.

You flop on your shared bed as Bi-Han struggles with getting his belt off, he finally works his way through all the layers of his belt and lets it fall on the stone floor. You watch him wrestle with the rest of his complex uniform, in no state to be able to help him with the various layers and complex knots holding his layers off. After several long minutes, Bi-Han seems to finally work his way out of his excessively complicated robes as he flops on the bed next to you. “I’m proud of you Polar Bear, I know letting your brothers leave and create their own clan isn’t easy for you, but you did a very good job acting very civilized tonight.”

“I don’t want to talk about them, show me your tiddies,” he smirks at you reaching for the hem of your qipao you had worn at his insistence.

You laugh at his immature behavior, “help me unzip it then,” you whisper running your hand along his smooth cheek.

“Fine, fine,” he agrees, giving you a slightly petulant pout as if to say, how can’t you just become instantly naked, as he tugs the zipper down and carefully helps you out of the garment.

You’re pleased that even in his inebriated state Bi-Han had the common sense to remember this was your favorite qipao, one based off of one of his mother’s, and he was gentle with it. You lay next to him in just your lingerie, one of your favorite sets, dark blue and lacy, it was equal parts delicate and sexy, it also fit perfectly, there was no overflow or pinching and the underwear hid your imperfect little belly.

“Fuck your tits are huge,” He laughs drunkenly burying his cold face in between your ample chest making pleased little noises as he rubs his face back and forth.

“Polar Bear,” you giggle as you tug his hair loose from his tie, his ebony locks spilling down his well-muscled back, you stroke his silken locks as your husband continues to amuse himself with your breasts.

“I love your tits so much, they’re so soft and so jiggly, they’re like big ol’ flans,” he chuckles as he reaches around to undo the clasp of your bra to be able to manhandle them with ease.

You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as his cold, calloused hands squeeze and grope your sensitive breasts. “I want to play with you tonight, please?” You pull Bi-Han’s head up to look him in his beautiful chocolate eyes as you give him your best pleading look.

He sucks in a low breath and reluctantly rolls off of you to give you free rein of his body, “what did you have in mind qin?”

“There’s something I want to try, keep an open mind Polar Bear, its supposed to feel really good for you, I promise,” you bite your lower lip, sucking it into your mouth as your eyes roam over his flawless body.

“What?” He asks sitting up on his elbows, trying to fight off the pleasant floaty feeling the baijiu has given him.

“I’m not going to tell you, you just have to trust me, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you, but it might be kind of weird,” you explain running your warm hand along his aching, cold cock.

He leans back with a pleased groan as he lets you stroke his cock with slow, gentle strokes, “fine, but it better feel good,” he mumbles, bucking his hips up slightly.

“Where’s the lube,” you ask pressing a kiss to his cold cheek.

“Lube? What the fuck do you need lube for?” Bi-Han bristles immediately at the mention of the lubricant.

“I need it to jack you off, you said you’d keep an open mind Polar Bear,” you frown at him as you straddle his narrow hips.

The cryomancer grunts unhappily as he relents, “its in the draw in the bedside table,” he tells you as he squirms under you trying to get some friction for his neglected cock.

“Got it,” you grin triumphantly as you pull the tube from the drawer and make your way back to Bi-Han’s dripping cock, it's so pretty you lick your lips, huge, dripping, and heavy against his perfectly cut abs. “Mmm Polar Bear your cock looks delicious right now, I’m a little jealous of my hand,” you sigh almost wistfully as you squeeze some of the lubricant in your hand as you grasp his big cock and give it a gentle tug.

“You can suck it instead,” the cryomancer grins at you as he lifts himself back up on his elbows to watch you.

“Maybe I will,” you muse sticking your tongue out playfully as you fist him gently, not applying much pressure yet, just teasing the cryomancer, loving the feeling of his thick, veiny cold cock in your hand. You lay with your head on his rock-hard abs as you can’t help but let your tongue dart out and gather the pearly fluid leaking out of Bi-Han’s cock, it’s cold but not bitter, salty but not unpleasant, musky and masculine and perfectly him.

“Mmm qin, that feels nice,” the cryomancer practically purrs in his drunken state, something you absolutely loved was how Bi-Han didn’t seem to care about how vocal he was when he had been drinking.

Your hand works along his cock, stroking him with a firm grasp as you twist your hand in a circle when you reach his soft, velveteen head, “Bi-Han,” you whine his name as you look up at his pretty flushed face, his hair hanging loose around his face as he bites his lip with pleasure, it was the perfect picture a sight no one but you were privy to see. Your hand moves faster now, pulling another groan from the cryomancer as you jack him off, you seize your chance while he’s focused on the feeling of your hand gliding over his dick, you switch hands so your lubricated hand is no longer stroking the cryomancer, who hisses at the added drag your other hand offered. You take a deep breath and swallow audibly as you carefully nudge his legs further apart and there it is, the little pucker that you have your sights set on. Slowly, carefully you trace the outside of the hole with your slicked-up finger and before Bi-Han can react or stop you, you slowly sink the finger inside.

“Wha-what the fuck!? What are you doing qin?!” He starts, body going rigid, his ass clamping around you instinctually.

You ignore him though and fish around inside him for that little bundle of nerves that you know in spite of himself is going to make Bi-Han feel good, and you find it as you stroke it with a come hither motion.

“Huh, wha, why hnnnggghhh,” the cryomancer can’t hold back the pleased noise as you stroke his prostate, “fucking stop this is weird,” he starts to sit up.

Your hot mouth drops over his cock, swallowing him down as best as you can in a practiced motion, your finger wiggling further in his tight hole.

“Ah, fuck qin, that, that feels kind of good, do… do it again,” he pants and squeezes his eyes shut as he relaxes against the bed enjoying the feeling of your warmth encompassing his cold cock.

The noises he makes are like heaven to you as your mouth works his cock over, your tongue laving every inch of it as you suck it further into your throat. Slowly you work a second finger into the tight ring of muscle as you massage the cryomancer’s prostate, your fingers dancing across the fleshy nub.

“Ta ma de,” he groans deeply in his native tongue as he subconsciously grinds his perfect ass against your fingers, the baijiu loosening his inhibitions enough to enjoy this very rare role reversal.

You pull away from his delicious cock to echo his sentiment, “fuck,” you take in his flushed, blissed-out expression as you thrust your fingers in and out slowly, applying steady even pressure to the small organ inside the cryomancer.

Bi-Han lets out a low moan as your fingers speed up, his body starting to tremble with his impending release, “shit qin, that feels really good, keep going, please,” he practically bites his own tongue to stop himself from begging like a little bitch in heat.

Your tongue massages the underside of his shaft as your fingers keep moving in and out of the cryomancer’s tightness, you never actually thought you’d get this far, you thought maybe you’d get one finger in before he wigged out and stormed off for the night but actually getting to finger fuck your husband made your brain short circuit. You shift and rub your thighs together trying to alleviate some of the mounting pressure, seeing Bi-Han look so fucked out had you nearly cumming from the sounds he made alone. Your stomach feels tight as arousal pools in it and you don’t know how much longer you can keep yourself from making the cryomancer fuck you, you want to see him cum though, you want to taste his cold, viscous fluid filling your mouth, so you don’t stop, you can’t stop, you ignore your own desires and focus solely on his. You bob your head along his cock, forcing as much inside as possible, it burns as it stretches your throat, but the little shout Bi-Han makes is worth the discomfort. Your finger twist and screw in and out of the cryomancer’s tight confines, each press and thrust of your fingers massaging his prostate more and more.

“Qin, I’m gonna,” he gasps and lets out a choked-off cry as he tries to warn you, but you get the message, your fingers double their efforts as you pound into his prostate and you pull back until only the tip of his huge cock is left in your mouth. With a loud growling shout of pleasure, Bi-Han is cumming in your mouth.

You moan as the icy liquid splashes against your tongue the saltiness coating your mouth with the thick liquid. Your tongue swishes the cold fluid around as you swallow frantically trying not to spill a drop of the cryomancer’s cum, you can’t help it though, Bi-Han cums so much more than a mouthful as some of his release flows down your chin.

Bi-Han just moans with satisfaction as his release keeps seeping from your hot mouth, his hips still as do your fingers, “fuck me, what was that?”

“A prostate massage,” you answer, pulling off his cock with an audible pop as you swallow down more of the cryomancer’s essence. You wipe your chin off and make a show of licking your finger clean watching Bi-Han’s lust-darkened eyes, you raise an eyebrow as you look down at his still-hard cock. “Someone’s not done apparently,” you comment gesturing to his huge dick.

“Well of course not, my girl hasn’t cum yet, I still have a job to do,” he growls before pouncing on you and pinning you down. The cryomancer all but rips your soaked panties off as he rubs the velvety head of his cock against your dripping walls.

“Fuck Bi-Han, please, I need to cum so bad, seeing you like that has me so turned on, you were so hot,” you babble as his dick slowly opens you up as his cock sinks into your tight pussy. You cry out loudly at the feeling of the cryomancer rearranging your insides to make room for his massive cock, it feels so good, the stretch and slight burn as he buries his cock inside you.

“Mmm fuck qin, you were made just for me weren’t you? You’re always so pretty and so wet for me, such a good little slut,” he growls possessively as he holds himself inside you balls deep letting you get used to his huge cock.

“Ahhh, Bi-Han please,” you whimper as he starts to move, the pressure in your stomach teetering on unbearable, you knew your little pregame session sucking his cock and finger fucking the cryomancer had turned you on, but you didn’t realize how much it had turned you on. One thrust from the cryomancer and you were practically seeing stars, you shout and throw your arms around him tangling your fingers in his loose hair.

“Hold on tight qin, I don’t feel like taking things slow tonight,” the cryomancer shoots you a smirk and all you can do is moan in response.

You cry out his name over and over as he begins to piston in and out of your tight, wet hole, everything feels too much all at once but perfect all at the same time. Each stroke of his cock drives deeper and deeper into your welcoming pussy as the fat head of his cock assaults your sweet spot. You’re dizzy and lightheaded within minutes and it had nothing to do with the alcohol you consumed, it was all from the cryomancer’s actions, the way his cock moved in and out of your body, the way his weight bore down on you, the way he claimed you as his own.

“Such a good little slut, whining and whimpering so prettily for me, you just love getting stuffed with my big cock don’t you? It’s what you were made for, taking my cock and only my cock, no one else gets to touch you qin, you’re mine,” the cryomancer growls, possession dripping from his words as his grip moves from your hips to press the undersides of your thighs towards your stomach.

“Only you Bi-Han, I’m only yours,” you cry out as the pressure becomes unbearable and heat pools in your stomach despite your body being chilled from the inside out. You cling to the cryomancer, trying to ground yourself but only wind up pulling his hair causing Bi-Han to let out a low, warning growl.

“Only I get to touch you, only I get to fuck you and only I get to paint that pretty little pussy white with my cum, but you’re such a little slut you love every minute of it don’t you,” Bi-Han continues, his words edging you closer and closer to your peak as his cock rams into your cervix over and over causing your entire body to tremble and shake in his grasp.

“Only you Bi-Han, oh fuck only you!” You cry out as your toes curl and the pressure bursts, you cry out his name shrilly as your head thrashes back and forth as your tongue lolls to the side as you cum hard around Bi-Han’s perfect cock. Stars burst before your eyes and pleasure floods your body as you shutter and heave below Bi-Han’s flawless, thrusting body.

Bi-Han groans deeply as he presses your thighs almost flush to your stomach, plowing in and out of your body with little regard for how oversensitive you were in this state, he was only concerned with his own orgasm. He keeps fucking you hard, pounding your cervix open with each thrust as he chases his high, loving the way you cry and tremble for him, “what a good little slut, such a good girl for me, I’ve going to fill you up with my cum now,” he grunts out in between gritted teeth as his hips start to falter and lose their rhythm. “Oh fuck, that’s it, that’s my good slut,” he lets out a low bellow as he stills inside you.

You cry and shake as the cryomancer’s final onslaught brings you to your peak once more, hot fat tears drip down your cheeks as he pushes you past reason. The sensation of Bi-Han’s cold viscous cum painting your walls white does you in, with a weak little sob of his name, you’re tumbling over the edge hurtling towards darkness as your orgasm consumes you.

Neither of you move for a while, you couldn’t even if you wanted as you’re trapped under the weight of the cryomancer as you finally regain consciousness. You whimper softly, unable to find your voice yet as you shiver with cold brought on by the cryomancer being buried deep inside you still.

Reluctantly the cryomancer finally rolls off you to the side of the bed, “fuck qin, that was, well that was something else alright.”

“That was so good,” you whisper, barely able to form coherent thoughts yet, “your cock is too good, I still feel drunk, but I don’t think it’s the liquor anymore,” you giggle softly as you grab one of the fur comforters from the bottom of the bed and roll up in it before slotting yourself next to Bi-Han, laying your head against his rock hard pecs.

“We should, uh maybe try that again sometime,” Bi-Han admits, his cheeks colored with a rosy shade of pink as he looks away not wanting to make eye contact.

“Anytime you want Polar Bear, anytime you want,” you agree and smile before slipping into a very deep and very restful sleep.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #bi han x reader #sub zero x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #afab reader #kuai liang #tomas vrbada #nsft #ns/fw #thirsty #tw smut #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat fanfiction

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crazyunsexycool · 1 month ago

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Lottie is so excited when Duckie joins the team! She makes sure Duckie feels welcomed and she introduces the entire team to her.

Her description of everyone is very specific and super funny!

She's like - Uncle Tony has a lotta money! He is Iron man, he wears a red suit, he looks like a coca cola can!

Uncle Steeb -He my favourite! He's so pretty and kind, he gives me piggy back rides and bringse snacks all the time!

And many more introductions of the entire team😂😭

This happens during the time that Sugar is being held by Hydra.

Introductions

Lottie had been intrigued by Bruce's new assistant. As the resident friend maker, she made it her mission to introduce herself and everyone else to you. Yes, she had met you briefly when Bruce had to run some tests on her but she didn't know you. In typical Charlotte fashion, she decided to follow you around for the day.

"Hi." Lottie sneaks up on you. Her quiet steps and soft voice pulled you from what you were focused on. "Can be your 'ssistant today?"

"Oh well," You looked around for Bruce but of course he wasn't there. Then you looked back down at the child that was staring up at you expectantly. Her bright blue eyes full of hope. "I'm not sure if you should be in here."

"No is kay. Am he-uh all the time."

You looked down at her again and noticed she had a lab coat with her name embroidered on it, safety glasses and her hair pulled back. She smiled while holding her pink teddy bear which had a matching lab coat and glasses.

"I uh-I guess."

Charlotte jumped in excitement and. "Am best 'assistant ev-uh."

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“Pipsqueak what are you doing here?” Tony asks Lottie as he walked into Bruce’s lab.

“Hi uncle Tony. Am being a ‘ssistant.” She says with a smile before turning to you. “You meet uncle Tony? He so nice, he buys pwesents, an has pawties, and sometimes is a bo-bot.”

“I’m a bo-bot?”

“Yeah, a wed one. Is so cute.”

“I’m not supposed to be cute. At least not in my iron man suits.” Tony defends himself as Lottie stands on her chair.

“Uncle Tony is cute when not a bo-bot, too.”

“That’s more like it, pipsqueak.” Tony grabs Lottie.

You smile at their interaction. Lottie was certainly a character but you could see why she was so loved.

“You know what pip? You should introduce Y/N to the whole team.” Tony smirks when you glare at him.

Other than Tony and Bruce you really hadn’t interacted with any of the Avengers, except for Steve when you found him in your lab. Tony had tried to get you to join their little get togethers and dinners but you always refused. Now with seeing Charlotte so excited you were sure you couldn’t say no.

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Charlotte pulled you along the hallway. The voices of the team getting louder the closer you got. This was not what you had planned for the day. You kept sending Tony glares but it just made him chuckle. Finally Charlotte lets you go and runs towards Steve. Her arms wrap around his neck and she presses her cheek against his.

“Habe new fwiend, Steebie.” Lottie announces excitedly as she points to you. “Say hi.”

Steve looks up to find you awkwardly standing by the entrance of the common room. A small pout on your lips and your arms crossed over your chest. It was obvious you didn’t want to be here. Still, he sends a smile and a wave your way. And at Lottie’s insistence he walks your way.

“Dis is Steebie. Is so nice an sweet. Steebie paints so nice. Is so stwong.” She lists all of her favorite things about Steve. She leans forwards and cups her mouth with her hand like she’s going to tell you a secret. “An is so old but still cute.”

“Hey, I can hear you.” Steve huffs playfully causing Lottie to laugh.

“Steebie is my best guy.”

“Hello Steve.”

“Hi.” Steve gives you a bashful smile.

“Steebie, wanna be down pease.” Lottie points at the floor and Steve puts her down. “C’mon.” Lottie grabs your hand and pulls you further into the room.

Everyone’s eyes are on you as Lottie pulls you further into to the room. She stops in front of the next person.

“Dis is Nat.” Lottie says as she pulls herself on the couch and onto Nat’s lap.

“Hi, Lots of love. What are you getting up to?”

“Auntie Nat, habe new fwiend.” She motions towards you. She smiles up at you before she starts her introduction. “Auntie Nat is so pwetty and smaht, we habe spa days and seepovers. But she kick your ask if you is bad.”

Everyone starts laughing. Lottie keeps going along the room. Every team member is excited to hear what she has to say about them.

Sam was next since he was sitting next to Nat.

“Uncle Sammy is so funny. An he boy pwetty.”

“What is boy pretty?” Sam asks, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Lots do you mean handsome?”

“Yeah, handsome.” Lottie nods her head. “Sammy is handsome. An can fly. But dada say he has biwdbwain.”

“I do not have a birdbrain.” Sam huffs.

“Is kay.” Lottie pats his forearm and moves on.

“Uncle Cint is sneaky. He wooks wike Cupid.” Lottie giggles to herself. “An he teached me how to talk with my hands. But sometimes he no wikes to wisten.”

“I’m teaching her sign language.” Clint explains before adding that he uses a hearing aid.

“Dis is Vision. Is so smaht and is a bo-bot all the time. An he is auntie Wanda’s boyfwiend.”

Vision gives a courteous hello. Then Charlotte is moving on to the next person. The team is very entertained to hear how she sees them.

“Dis is auntie Wanda. She makes wed magic. But it’s kay, auntie Wanda’s not spooky just a witch.”

“Hello Wanda.”

“Welcome to the team.” Wanda replies with a smile.

“You know unlce Buce, wight?” Lottie looks up and you nod. She leans in and cups her hand to tell you a secret. Everyone else also leans in to hear her. “No makes him mad. He goes wike dis…” Lottie bares her teeth and growls while she lifts her fists in the air and shakes them.

The rest of the adults are laughing uncontrollably at Lottie’s portrayal of the Hulk. You cover your mouth with your hand to avoid laughing at your boss. After everyone is done Lottie grabs your hand and pulls you back to the door.

“Kay bye.” Lottie waves.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Am going to show new fwiends to Y/N.” Lottie says happily.

Unfortunately you don’t have to heart to stop Lottie from going around and introducing you to everyone she knows. Steve takes pity on you after 15 minutes and distracts Charlotte with talks about a movie night. That doesn’t stop her for long though because the next day she’s ready to introduce you to everyone else that she knows within the tower.

#you’ve got mail 💌#val answers #a love as sweet as honey ask #Charlotte Barnes

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 1 year ago

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Clan of Three - Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen: The Challenge

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 7.2K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, slight ptsd, some wholesome moments, harassment/bullying, sad-but-sweet father-daughter moments

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The Livings Waters are quiet except for the coughing from a younger girl. You felt like you were ripped from a daze remembering the coldness of entering the water before it all went dark.

“Kid…what were you thinking?!” Din scolds you pushing back the wet hair from your face as your gaze moves from the water to the man beside you.

“I…I’ve been here before.” You say and Bo-Katan and Din look over at you confused, “I’ve seen this place before in a dream…” You look at Din who looks at you filled with concern.

“A dream? How could you,” Din shakes his head trying to understand. “I swear on my name and the names of the Ancestors...That I shall walk the way of the Mand’alor…and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.” You recite the words you hear in the whispers before you fell into the deep waters. Din is silent hearing the Creed coming from your mouth. He’s never told you it and he was certain you’ve never heard it from other Mandalorians before.

“This is the Way…” He whispers and you whisper it back but you surprise him by saying it in Mando’a, “Ibic cuyir te ara” (This is the Way). The two of you are silent as he tries thinking of all the possibilities on how you knew any of this. Of the path through the mine of Mandalore when you’ve never been here before, the Creed of their people, even you speaking in Mando’a he was shocked by the sudden fluency.

“I felt something when we first arrived here…I don’t know,” You shake your head looking down at your palm that still bleeds as you rip a piece of cloth from your drenched cloak wrapping it tightly around your hand, “Maybe the Force trying to tell me something, but it only got stronger when we entered the mines….when I entered the water.” You look over at the waters that are still.

“Something in those waters was calling to me.” You say and you don’t see Bo-Katan’s head suddenly raise looking at you. She had been silent for minutes trying to rack her head on what she saw in those waters. She was certain what she saw was real. A mythosaur…in the living waters. You look away from the waters to Din who is still watching you,

“Maybe I was wrong and I’m just chasing remnants of my past.” You stare at the older man and you can see him thinking before he rises pulling you up with him,

“Time will only tell what we’ve experienced,” He says looking at the waters as well, “I am redeemed.” He says he didn’t get to do it the way he wanted but he bathed in the waters. He was no longer an apostate.

“I witnessed it. You bathed in the Living Waters. You are Mandalorian again. Can we leave now?” Bo-Katan says and Din moves to the waters filling a vial with it before tucking it into his belt. You move to the items you left in a trail reattaching your holster and grabbing your Darksaber which is heavy in your palm. Unintelligible voices whisper in Mando’a in your ear as you hold the beskar in your hand looking back out into the water before attaching it to your belt and grabbing your other saber in the process.

“Can I ask you something?” Bo-Katan speaks up as Din moves to Gorgu scooping him up in his arms to bring him to his pram, “What is it?”

Bo-Katan is quiet before asking, “You see anything down there?” You and Din look over at the Mandalorian and you shake your head same with Din, “I just remember hearing Din’s name before it all went dark,”

“I was too focused to see anything. I didn’t realize it was so deep.” Din says surprised by the depths of the water and Bo-Katan shakes her head, “It wasn’t. The bombings from the Purge must have triggered seismic activities….Did you see anything alive?” She asks hesitantly which only worries you and Din more with her unusual questions.

“Alive? Like what?” Din asks and Bo-Katan shakes her head, “Nothing. Let’s get out of here.” The three of you move past the woman and you glance back seeing her look at the waters one last time before facing forward joining you three. Reaching the surface again seeing Bo-Katan’s ship. The ramp opens and you are greeted by a very emotional R4 as he crashes into your legs and you almost topple over.

“Hey, buddy…yeah, I missed you too.” You say scratching his sides as he beeps excitedly, “I’m glad you were brave while I was gone.” You smile before you all board the ship and soon depart Mandalore. You are in the seat behind Bo-Katan the child across from you both of the adults in the pilot and co-pilot seats.

“Bring us to our ships and we’ll be on our way. You will forever have my gratitude.” Din says from his seat and Bo-Katan nods, “I would invite you in for a feast, but I’m guessing that helmet isn’t coming off again.” She offers and Din shakes his head,

“This is the Way.” Din says and Bo-Katan repeats the phrase, “This is the Way.”

“This is the Way.” You speak up and Grogu babbles something that sounded a little too similar to the phrase.

Both you and Din look at the child who continues to babble before making eye contact and even Bo-Katan looks back at the child. An explosion shakes the ship as you all jolt from the attack, Bo-Katan and Din look around already in defense mode, “We took a hit.” Din says looking at the screen beside him.

“Something’s coming up on us fast. It looks like a squadron of TIE interceptors.” Bo-Katan says dodging the TIE that fire at them.

“How close are we to Kalevala?” You ask and Bo-Katan quickly approaches the planet, “Not far.”

“Get us back there and I’ll reinforce from the N1. Can you evade them?” Din says standing from his seat and you join him, “I’m coming too.”

“Our shields aren’t gonna hold. I need you to back them off.” Bo-Katan yells as another shot hits the ship and you and Din get tossed to a wall as the ship shakes,

“Where’d they come from?” You yell as you make your descent of Kalevala,

“I’ve scugged off a lot of Imperial warlords. They tend to get mad when you hijack their ships. Now you tell me.” Bo-Katan says as you move to the back of the ship where it has a drop hatch on the bottom,

“Come on R4!” You yell as your droid quickly joins your side and Din looks at you, “You have no jetpack!” He yells and you shake your head.

“I’ll be fine!” You say and Bo-Katan dodges another attack, “Get ready, we’re comin’ in hot. I won’t be able to slow down for the drop.” A beeping comes from the front of the ship, “Interceptors are a lot tougher than TIE fighters.

“Are you still up for the transfer?” Din looks at you as you nod telling him you’re ready, “I don’t see any other choice.” Bo-Katan agrees though it’s risky.

“Be safe,” You say to Din as he looks at you and your droid, “You be safe.” He says right as the floor opens up beneath you three and you’re sent plummeting from the sky. The wind whips through your hair, your damp clothes getting a rapid air dry as you fall from the sky. R4 lands much faster than you do getting on the ship starting it up as Din continues his descent. The X-Wing and N-1 soar into the air dodging the TIE Fighter. R4 controls the ship as you roll right across the wing catching yourself as you race over on a moving ship sliding into the open canopy.

“Woah! That was insane!” You yell quickly taking control as you barrel roll to avoid fire from the TIEs, “Okay heading towards you.” You say before dodging another attack.

“Guys I got one on my tail I can’t shake him,” You say weaving so they couldn’t get a clear shot of you. “I got you, kid,” You see the N-1 heading straight toward you and you quickly pull up. Din fires a proton torpedo destroying the TIE. Spinning your ship around to be beside Din.

“Thanks.” You say as Din nods, “We both made it. Heading to you.” Heading into the seaside cliffs and you spot four of TIES on her tail. As Bo-Katan turns around a corner an X-Wing and N-1 appear taking down two TIES, “Thanks for the backup.” Bo-Katan thanks you,

“Two more to go.” You say as you follow after the imperial ships. “Go right. I’ll meet you on the other side.” Bo instructs you two as you bank right heading around the cliffs before intercepting a TIE and firing it down.

“Hell yeah! One down, one more to go.” You cheer, “On it.” Bo-Katan says heading out over the waters, where she cuts her engines and turns one of her wings, using the wind shear to spin her ship around as she finishes off the last TIE. Turning on the engines before hitting the water she joins you and Din,

“Not bad for an antique.” Bo-Katan comments to Din’s ship, “You take any damage?”

“Just shields. You?” Bo-Katan replies and Din speaks up, “Not a scratch.” “I’m all good.” You say.

“Let’s take ’em in just to be sure.” Bo-Katan says before directing a comment at you, “Nice shooting.” An alarm fills all of your ships and you look at your scopes.

“Hang on. I’m seeing something on the scope.” Din says and a loud explosion fills the air looking up you see in the direction of the castle there are plumes of smoke,

“No!” Bo-Katan races forward the two of you following coming upon the destroyed castle bombed by TIE/Sa Bombers, “Those mudscuffers bombed my home!” She’s in shock which quickly turns to anger as she pursues after them. You follow after seeing her use a missile that destroys one of the Bombers before loud beeping and on your scope, you see multiple hostiles appearing and heading toward you all. You and Din pull back but Bo-Katan keeps heading forward,

“Bo, we’ve got company,” Din calls out to her as you watch her keep heading forward, “Bo, listen to me. You have to get out of there.”

“Bo-Katan there’s too many of them, we’ve got to get out of here.” You beg her to turn back and from your view, you can see the multitude of TIE interceptors emerge from the clouds,

“That’s a lot of ships for an Imperial warlord,” Bo-Katan says before you see her ship turn around as you all leave the atmosphere the TIE’s hot on your tails.

“I’m sending jump coordinates,” Din says and you see the familiar coordinates as you put them into your navigation,

“To where?” Bo-Katan asks as you all dodge the attacks from the TIEs, “Someplace they won’t find us.”

You all jump into hyperspace leaving the TIEs behind, the destroyed Mandalorian castle in ruins, as the former apostate returns to the place he was once turned away from. Exiting hyperspace seeing the familiar planet of the Mandalorian covert. While you were glad Din was able to return to his people and it would give you somewhere to actually rest you weren’t however ready for the experience.

“You will always be an outsider. Remember who you are here”

Outsider…that’s what you’ll be to them. But if that was what it took to have Din be with his people you would deal with the looks and insults thrown at your back.

“I’m bringing you to a Mandalorian covert,” Din says as you start your descent to the planet, “This is how we have survived in exile.”

“I’m familiar.” Bo-Katan says as you enter the atmosphere following Din as he leads to the covert, “It’s a secret location and you are my guest.” Din explains and you hear Bo sigh,

“They still live by the old ways.” She says and Din is silent before speaking up, “Yes. It will go smoother if you keep your helmet on. Trust me.” Bo scoffs as you land on the banks of the lake near the covert.

“Of course.”

Exiting your ships you start to make your way to the cave when you see Paz Vizsla appear at the entrance with other Mandalorians who watch you four, “Come no further. You are an apostate, Din Djarin.” He calls out to the man who shakes his head.

“No longer. I have been to the mines of Mandalore.” Din says and Vizsla is silent before crossing his arms, “Impossible. The mines collapsed in the Purge. The planet is cursed.”

“These are lies meant to keep us in exile.” Din explains himself and Vizsla takes a step forward and you feel hives grow on your skin seeing the man who literally despised you, “How do we know that it is not you who is lying?”

“He speaks the truth.” You say as Vizsla looks at you and you feel his glare, “We were witnesses.” You point at yourself and Bo-Katan.

“Like the word of a Jedi holds any ground,” He snarls before looking at Bo-Katan, “And who are you, Nite Owl?”

“I am Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze.” Bo-Katan steps forward sizing up the man who had just insulted her grand-niece.

“Your House has fallen from the Way. You are both apostates.” Vizsla spats but Din doesn’t budge,

“We have been to the Living Waters.” The other Mandalorians whisper among themselves, “I bring proof.” Pulling out the vial containing the water, Vizsla moves towards Din and takes it.

“We shall see.” You four are permitted entry into the cave leading to the covert though under heavy guard.

Reaching the forge where you see the Armorer waiting almost sensing your presence, “Din Djarin claims to have bathed in the Living Waters.” Vizsla reports to the Armorer,

“Is this true?” She asks and Din nods, “It is. I have proof.” The Armorer takes the vial from Vizsla,

“We were witnesses,” Bo-Katan speaks up for the two of you, “She fell into the depths and we both pulled her out.” She explains and the Armorer looks over at you.

“You have bathed in the waters?” She asks curiously. You nod silently and you can hear the hushed whispers from the other Mandalorians. The Armorer nods moving to a large pot and pouring the vial in. She steps back looking at you four, “He speaks the truth. These are indeed the Living Waters. Din Djarin, you are redeemed. This is the Way.”

The Mandalorians all around him repeat the phrase, “And Bo-Katan Kryze, by Creed, you too are redeemed.” The Armorer says and Bo-Katan looks confused,

“But I do not walk the Way.” She retorts.

“Did you bathe in the waters?” The Armorer asks her and she hesitantly nods, “I did.”

“And have you removed your helmet since?” She questions and now that you noticed neither Mandalorians had taken off their helmets since diving into the water, “No, I have not.” She answers.

“Then you may join our covert and live as your ancestors once did. You may leave anytime you wish. Until then, you are one of us. Welcome, Bo-Katan of Clan Kryze. This is the Way.” The Armorer says and the group of Mandalorians repeats the phrase back.

“What of the Jedi?” Vizsla ruins the clearly good moment as you feel all eyes fall on you and your hands flex at your sides with nerves. You feel Din and Bo’s worry coming off them as the Armorer looks over at you.

“Y/n of Clan Kryze and Clan Mudhorn…have you recited the words of the creed?” She asks and you think back on the cave drawing closer to the waters.

“I…I’ve been here before. I’ve seen this place before in a dream…”

“A dream…how could you,” Din shakes his head trying to understand.

“I swear on my name. And the names of the Ancestors…That I shall walk the way of the Mand’alor… and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.” You recite the words you hear in the whispers before you fell into the deep waters.

“This is the Way…”

“I have.” You say and the Armorer nods,

“Very well, you will be a guest under the watch of Din Djarin, until you decide to leave this covert or join,” She says and you hear Din mumble a prayer of relief, “But do not be mistaken, step out of line just once and you will be forced to leave.” The Armorer explains not leaving any path to stray from and you nod.

“This is the Way.” She says and you repeat it with others,

“This is the Way.” The others chant it as they move towards Din and Bo-Katan praising the two with pats on their shoulders and greetings of their returned brother and new sister. You however are given looks that you can feel through beskar helmets as you’re naturally pushed back watching the two be praised and you exiled.

The sand is soft beneath your hands as you stare out on the waters as it laps on the shore. Watching the small waves come to shore before being pulled out again, it tumbles small shells and a few crabs as they pulled into the water. It had been about a week in the covert and you’ve never felt more alone here, Din and Bo-Katan were with their people and were usually around the other adults, and Grogu was with the other foundlings and infants. You could be with the droids, R4 and R5 to give you company but you didn’t want to seem even weirder than you already felt around the Mandalorians your age. You’ve never been to a school or around people your age besides your brief time in Sorgan but they were much more welcoming than the covert has been. It didn’t matter what age they were they would whisper behind your back, and make sure to give you the last servings of food using the excuse of true Mandalorians eat first, the kids your age were even worse saying their insults in passing by knowing you could hear them. You obviously couldn’t do anything whenever the urge told you to beat them up, but the Armorer’s warning was the only thing keeping you from going mental on them. You didn’t try telling Din or Bo-Katan about the harassment you’ve been dealing with, they were happy here and a place once to relax and you didn’t want to ruin it because a few kids…well everyone was picking on you.

“Aruetii” A voice hisses out and you glance back as a group of Mandalorians passes you their chuckles fill the air finding enjoyment in harassing you. Aruetii…outsider that’s what you were. An outsider because of the fact you don’t hide your face behind beskar and the weapon that rests on your belt. Your hands ball up into fists as you focus on your breathing…just keep staring at the water they’ll go away soon or later.

“Jedi scum…like you’ll ever be a true Mandalorian.” Another one comments as the group takes a more active approach and you feel their presence drawing closer to you, “Why would anyone want an aruetii.” One of them leans closer enough and your thin patience breaks, screw the warnings. You stand up quickly shoving the person who was closest to you. They hit the ground harshly as the others look shocked and this quickly draws the attention of adults.

“Ne shab'rud'ni!” (Don’t mess with me!”) You hiss glaring at the Mandalorian on the ground as he’s helped up by his companions and you groan internally seeing Paz Vizsla and some other adults come over including Din and Bo-Katan.

“What is the meaning of this?” Vizsla demands as Din and Bo-Katan move toward your side, “She just pushed him out of nowhere! We weren’t doing anything, dini’la aruetii..” (Crazy outsider) One of them says and you move towards them but are held back by Din,

“Lying osi'kovid!”(shithead) You shout as Din holds you back from jumping them and beating them to pieces.

“Enough!” Vizsla says as you glare at the group of teens feeling their heated glares back, “You act like childish foundlings. This will be settled as adults.” He says and the Mandalorian that you shoved steps forward,

“I challenge you for insulting my honor.” He says and Din’s arms drop from you as you cross your arms. “Whatever, I’ll kick your ass.” You spat.

“That blade was forged by my ancestors, founder of House Vizsla.” He points at the Darksaber on your belt and you look at it. You hadn’t expected it to come from Vizsla’s house and it only made more sense this asshole was related to Paz Vizsla, “And now it belongs to me.”

“Because you won it in combat.” He retorts and you grow silent. It never felt like a win to you, it would have been a win if he was dead rotting in the ground. But you may have left with the Darksaber in your possession but he took something from you that was worth thousands more than the weapon at your side. “That’s right.��

“And now I will win it from you,” He says sure of himself and the crowd around you watching in anticipation for the fight over the ancient weapon. You could feel the burning gaze from Din as Vizsla looks over at you, “Do you agree to this duel against Durk?” Your gaze briefly meets Din and you could feel the tension and also fear coming off him before you turn back to look at the Mandalorian.

“I do.”

“Very well,” Vizsla says as the crowd around you grows and spreads out creating an area of sorts. You move to Din as Durk moves towards his clan and you can feel the worry coming off him.

“You don’t have to do this kid,” He says as you pull off your blaster and vibroblade before grabbing your saber and looking at it before handing it to Din. “He’s not going to hold back.” He tries warning you as you glance at your opponent speaking to the others. You felt the confidence oozing from the man and it fuels the irritation and lack of patience you held since arriving finally breaking.

“I’m counting on it.” You retort taking a step away when a hand grabs your arm and you look back seeing Bo-Katan having a grip on you, “Be careful kid, I have seen what fighting for that weapon does to people. It’s a weapon that could be your ally or your enemy.” She says and you feel her worriedness coming off her. You pull away from her removing the weapon being fought for off your belt. You and Durk stand on opposite sides as produces a vibroblade and a personal shield. The Darksaber produces a low hum and you feel the weight in your palm whispers filling your ears as you hold the blade between two hands beside your waist.

Stalking toward each other like an animal hunting prey you felt the strain in your grasp as you hold it by your waist. It wasn’t as comfortable as wielding your own saber the weightlessness and compatibility when wielding it. You swing the blade arching up colliding with his shield and his free arm jabs out the blade digging into your shoulder and making you wince. Kicking your foot out hitting his chest as he stumbles back and you swing the blade out using the momentum of your weight and the heaviness of the weapon to your advantage. Durk leans back bringing his shield up as you press further down on it and you see the shield failing, the blade digs into the sand as you try pulling it up when a beskar fist swings at your face. Stars fill your vision as a metallic taste fills your mouth and you spit the blood on the sand. The crowd cheers at Durk’s attack and you see Din and Bo-Katan standing there, you can see the anger in the man as your grand-aunt keeps a hand on Din to keep him from stopping the fight. Arching the blade back up and he tries blocking with his knife forgetting it’s useless and the Darksaber cuts through it smoothly. Bringing the blade back down his beskar vambraces resisting the attack as one hand grabs the hilt and his other drives a punch to your side as you hold strong trying to push forward. Another punch a gasp for air as it lands where an old scar lies. His hand grabs the back of your hair pulling your head back the both of you to a standstill as he pushes your exposed neck towards the blade. Your feet dig into the sand as your hands push against the hilt but he was much stronger than you in mass and height. The heat from the blade sparks at your skin as you try leaning further back while also pushing it away from you.

“Fate has brought this blade back to my clan, and now fate will end yours,” Durk hisses as you grit your teeth feeling the burn of the blade nipping at your flesh slowly and painfully. You bite your cheek blood filling your mouth to stop you from screaming out, “Gar kelir ratiin cuyir en aruetii” (You will always be an outsider) He growls, and a wave of panic. The heat of the saber brought so close to you the memories you shoved so far away. Praying they never returned but the pain and the fear came rushing back. A hot saber pierces your flesh his arm clutching your shoulder to hold you close to him as he whispers,

“This is the non-diplomatic option”

With a wave of adrenaline and maybe fear that floods your veins you lean backward pulling the blade with you the two of you flip over hitting the sands. You spring upwards the rage flooding through you as you stare at the warlord pushing himself onto his knees. A roar rips through your throat as you swing the Darksaber out it carving right through his elbow between the plates of armor. A scream of anguish fills the air as the limb hits the ground the wound burning but not bleeding cauterized by the heat. His remaining hand grabs the stump and your foot collides into his chest forcing him onto his back. Red clouds your vision as you bring the Darksaber up to strike him down, to kill Gideon.

“Kid!”

The haze disappears and no warlord stands before you but a Mandalorian in a state of shock and anguish holding the missing limb his right arm ending at the elbow. A sickness fills your throat as the results of your actions finally register. Your arm drops back to your side the blade retreating back into the hilt as silence covers the covert. Burning gazes from all around you drowning you, their emotions pouring off them battling you, the fear, horror, anger, disgust, all negative emotions. You felt disgusting and vile, this wasn’t how Jedi acted you were no better than the imperials or the Sith. This was a path towards Darkness one you treaded on the line. No words were spoken as your gaze meets Din and you felt like you were punched in the gut. You felt the horror coming off him but it was the shame. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was scared of you…you had shown such a display of violence as a member of both his clan and Bo-Katan’s.

“The Darksaber remains in your possession…” Vizsla speaks up with fear in his tone. Durk was one of their youngest and strongest fighters, he had never once lost a challenge but here he was on the ground clutching the stump of his arm, his pride, and dignity shattered. You didn’t even acknowledge Vizsla’s words the guilt of your actions drowning you but what hurt more than the looks from the others was Din. You had disappointed him…brought shame to him…why would he ever want you as a daughter. You were sick…ruthless. You were no Mandalorian or Jedi. They were right. Aruetii an outsider is all you’ll ever be to them.

You look at Durk and he recoils from your gaze your step backward looking around at their looks as your reach the edge of the crowd. They part like you’re the plague as you quickly escape from them the panic filling your lungs. The self-destructive words you throw at yourself, your mind replaying the fear you felt in all of them but the worse was seeing Din. The shame that came from him repeating on a loop.

Din watched in silence as you ran off the unsettling air breaking with your departure as people tended to Durk and his missing limb. There still was a sense of fear coming off the covert as the battle had given them all a warning. To Durk and to the others, the teens that now have an example of what happened if they decided to mess with you but also the adults. They were no better and you had shown them what the consequences of their actions could be. They had expected some injuries to be sustained from both parties but maiming one of their best fighters that were older than you. Din knew you were capable of holding your own, but they have forgotten how ruthless you were. It was the heartlessness of your childhood and what you experienced during your run with the Empire that you became this fierce fighter. Bo-Katan was silent the battle of the Darksaber one that always led to someone dead, the ownership of that weapon would be sought after, and defending their claim was not one to fight lightly over. It wasn’t a small sparing, it was life or death. A battle through combat to win the weapon and only the winner could decide whether they wished to spare their opponent. They had no choice but to watch you fight for your life but Din had seen when the battle didn’t register to you and it was instinct and bloodlust that resulted in that Mandalorian losing an arm. You hadn’t even used the force, you could have ended the battle instantly but you fought on fairgrounds though he saw the disadvantage when you wielded the weapon. Din had it as well the fight against the weapon and given your history with it you probably battled against it. He was helpless to shield his emotions and it broke his heart to see the guilt in your eyes as you look at him. He didn’t follow after you watching the fear on your bloody face break through the crowd to escape the gaze of others. He didn’t want this for you coming to the covert, he wanted you to be relaxed, to learn with the other Mandalorians, to be a kid again though you were no longer of age to be referred to as one. He felt guilty for not seeing how unhappy you were here, had this been such an occurrence that you only spoke up now though it was a physical response? He knew you didn’t really talk to the others but you had reassured him you were fine and it was taking time to adjust. So he stood there watching your blood stain the sand.

Darkness had settled on the covert you wanted to avoid dinner with the others. You were certain Bo-Katan and Din were looking for you but you didn’t want to see them. To hear the disgust in their voices as they scolded you for your actions it made you sick. You were ashamed of what you did the guilt from the battle staining you, you hadn’t meant to maim him. It was this anger that took over you and it took hold of your body and you gave it control. It was wrong to think of it but you wished Din had put up his blaster and stayed in Nevarro. You hated it here…you thought being by yourself was fine and you could get used to it but seeing everyone together seeing Din and Grogu looking at home same with Bo-Katan. You’ve never felt more alone in your life. You can see the large bonfire outside the covert, watching foundlings running around, some apprentices sparring as the adults speak around the bonfire. Swiping at the tears that blur your vision you rest your chin on your knees looking at the spectacle with your own pity party on top of the ridge above the covert. You were so focused on your mopping you didn’t hear the footsteps approaching until you felt a hand grasp your injured shoulder. Your assailant is flipped onto their back the Darksaber draws the faint glow highlighting the two of you. You didn’t know who to expect, Din knew of your discomfort of being touched without warning, Bo-Katan would have called out to you, and it definitely wasn’t your droid or Grogu. You look down seeing a beskar helmet staring back at you as they hold their hands up in surrender pinned under you.

“I’m sorry!” A male’s voice comes through the helmet as you glare down at him your weapon still close enough to do damage if he tries.

“What the hell do you want?” You spat pulling off him seeing he wasn’t going to do anything, though you do not retract your saber keeping an eye on the man. His armor is a copper color with white detailing though roughed with the exposure of the elements. You see his hand move behind him and you raise your saber as he holds a hand out to you before revealing the small tray of food, “You weren’t at dinner.” He says holding out the metal tray and you look at it like it was poisoned.

“This some joke…where are the others? Hiding around the corner,” You glare at the food and then at the man, “What’d you put in there?” But he shakes his head,

“Nothing see.” He grabs a small piece of the meat bringing it underneath his helmet as he eats it, “See nothing wrong with it.” The mystery man holds out the tray and you lower your saber keeping it in one hand as you pull it out of his hands with the Force letting it rest by your side. You keep an eye on him as you start picking at the meal he just watches you but his focus seems more on the weapon in your other hand.

“I heard that those things can cut through anything.” He says and you look at your Darksaber a grimace crosses your face then you glance back at him. “Not everything,” You mumble as you continue picking at your food.

“Can I hold it?” “No.” You watch him nod almost expecting that answer. It’s silent as he watches you and it starts getting on your nerves.

“Can I help you?” You ask glancing at him and he shakes his head, “Nope.” Silence fills the air minus the voices below the ridge. You couldn’t deny the awkward tension and you just wanted to be alone but he seemed to not get the hint.

“You’re a strong fighter..” He comments and you nod tersely, your shoulder had slowed down bleeding but you didn’t want to go see anyone to check it. A line across your neck from the heat of the blade is nothing but a bad burn. Your mouth had stopped producing blood and you cleaned it out with some water. “Where did you learn to fight like that?” He asks.

“Tatooine.” Your answer is short as he nods, “You use Mandalorian combat moves as well. I assume you learned that from Din Djarin.” He comments and you shrug. You’ve seen the way Din fights you just so happened to pick up a few skills from the bounty hunter.

“Why don’t you wear a helmet,” He asks and you freeze your grip tightening on your weapon, “The others say you are from Mandalore and you have bathed in the Living Waters and spoke the Creed…but you don’t cover your face.” He says and you bristle at the thought that people speak about you. You knew they insulted you to your face or in passing by, but speaking about you in conversation just put an ill taste in your mouth.

“I don’t know…” You say but you did know. In that dream you saw all the Mandalorians covered in blood, killing people you knew as you wore their armor and led them. That saber in your hand that once drove deep into your body wielding it to lead them all. You were the reason they all died..because of you. “Why do you wanna know?” You ask and he shrugs back as well.

“Just want to know more about you,” He says and you stare at him like he grew three heads. He wanted to know about you…why. To have something to dangle over your head next time they try to harass you.

“If this is your attempt to get me to lower my guard for the amusement of the others, you saw what I can do. I won’t hesitate to beat the shit out of you.” You threaten while standing up to leave. Why did you even entertain him with conversation? His hand grasps your wrist and he instantly leans back when the Darksaber is pointed at his throat.

“Sorry…” He says holding his hands up as you glare down at him, “I just thought…that you might want a friend.” It’s awkward the way he phrases it as you continue staring at him.

“Kid?” You hear Din’s distant voice and you sigh as the Darksaber retracts to its hilt and you attach it to your belt. Glancing back at the man still sitting on the ground, you couldn’t read him like you could with the others. You could feel their heated glares and looks through the beskar helmets but with him, you felt none of it and it threw you for a whirlwind. You hear Din’s voice louder and grow closer as you give one last glance to the Mandalorian before leaving him. The interaction with the person on the hill was weird but you still wished to remain alone, you could hear his voice calling out and you turn to slide down one of the ridges. Silence fills the air and you sigh pushing your hair back and turning to take the long way to your X-Wing. You’ll sleep there for the night to avoid them all. Turning around the corner you collide with a body and you try pulling back when arms wrap around you pulling you into their chest.

“You scared me when you didn’t show up for dinner.” Din sighs letting him release his worries as he holds your head to his chest, he pulls back looking over you seeing you biting your lip and a wetness to your eyes, “Hey what’s wrong?” Concern in his voice and your choke down a whimper.

“I know you hate me..” You whisper a tightness in your voice and his hand grasps your uninjured shoulder the other cupping your face, “Oh cyar’ika…what made you think I hate you?” A sniffle to stop the tears from falling as you look away.

“I’m a monster…what I did..it was evil…I’m no better than those imperials.” You say a tear slides down your face. Din shakes his head swiping away that tear.

“You fought to survive…it wasn’t your fault. I’m sorry I hadn’t seen how much they were harassing you. I’m supposed to protect you from these things.” He says and you feel more guilty that he tries taking the blame for your actions. “No it’s all my fault, I should have just ignored it. I just…I hate it here,” You confess and while it lifts a weight off your shoulder you still felt sick with shame.

“I hate it so much. I thought they would just ignore me or tried to like me, they like you, Bo, and Gorgu. But they hate me…the words they throw at me. The looks and glares I get. I’m treated like dirt and I know this is your family and I don’t want you to leave cause you’re happy here. So I just ignore,” The panic in your voice the tears streaming down your face as you spew out all the insecurities and feelings since arriving here, “I’m so lonely and it hurts...I have no one to talk to…no friends and I didn’t want to bother you or Bo. I only made things worse and you have every right to hate me. I’m just a stupid aruetii.” Your voice hiccups as Din listens, his heart breaks hearing the pain in your voice. Had you really been in this much distress since being here? He kept giving you excuses for needing time but was he that blind to not see what others were doing to you? To his daughter his ad…he felt like a failure of a father. You look up at him seeing him silent and you swipe at your tears frantically hissing slightly from the pain in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said any of tha-” He pulls you into his embrace and you hear a choked sound coming from him before you realize and your eyes widen. He was crying.

“I failed you as your buir. You never should have dealt with any of this. I was so blind thinking you were happy and that you needed time to adjust that I didn’t see the truth,” His voice strained and thick with emotion as he holds your head to his chest, “I wanted you to be happy here…to be a kid again. But I can’t even get that right. You mean the world to me and seeing you sad kills me.” Your arms are limp at your side as he pulls back holding your face between his hands as he swipes away at your tears.

“I would tear apart the galaxy for you and Grogu. There is nothing you could do that would ever have me hate. Nothing.” He promises you and you nod a bit teary-eyed and he swipes them away. His hand slides down to your shoulders and you hiss slightly he pulls his hand back seeing the wound on your shoulder, “Come let me tend to that.” He says keeping you at his side and leading you around the ridge where you see Bo-Katan with Grogu in her arms. Your grand-aunt pushes a few strands of hair from your face and Grogu coos at you producing a weak smile. As you’re led to the covert you feel eyes on your glancing up you see the man looking down from the ridge. The two of you hold eye contact before it breaks when you enter the cave. Your mind still drifting to the Mandalorian on the ridge.

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Sinclair Brothers Headcanons - Angst

I’m fresh off of a House of Wax rewatch and I come bearing headcanons

• Self-Appointed Eldest Brother

• Suffers migraines as a result of the separation surgery, but no one ever considered the side effects Bo may have faced since he wasn’t the twin who was left visibly scarred. This is why he had the meltdowns he did as a kid.

• Taught by his mother that the migraines are a punishment from God for being an awful child.

• Since he grew up being told how awful he was, he has a skewed moral compass because he feels like if he’s Bad no matter what he does he may as well do whatever he wants. In a strange way, he feels good when he does bad things because he feels like he’s doing what’s always been expected of him.

• Fights fights fights. His dad being a “Disgraced Doctor” and his mom going insane(and also having a strange job before that) kids made fun of his family a lot. This, of course, extended to Vincent.

• Beat other kids bloody for picking on Vincent—when he finally got caught, it was the first time he was ever treated like he did something GOOD by his parents; so he learned that being violent was A Good Thing™️ as long as it was to protect the family.

• Didn’t like Vincent going anywhere without him because how could he protect him if he wasn’t there?

• Especially after their parents died and the town started falling apart, Bo felt like it was HIS job to protect his brothers.

• Hurt that Lester doesn’t want to live with them full time; he feels like it’s something personal against him.

• He doesn’t mention Lester when he gives his speeches about ‘The Sinclair Family’ not because he’s got anything against him, but because deep down he knows that someday they’re going to get caught. He knows there’ll be no getting out of it for him and Vincent, but he hopes that the less he implicates Lester the more likely his baby brother is to be spared The Chair.

• Always used to feel like it would be any day that they’d get caught, and he used to want it. Years ago he used to feel like getting caught and having Ambrose make Headlines would be the culmination of their mother’s dream. Now, he’s just tired of it all—it’s a chore—it’s Vincent’s whole life’s work. Bo no longer wants to be caught, he just wants to hold on to what he’s got left.

• Bo is Autistic, but he’s had to do so much masking because nobody cared about his needs. He’s got a lot of rituals he does every day, involving counting all the Wax Sculptures in town, and making sure all the air conditioning is running several times a day for fear that the wax will melt. He thinks he doesn’t have a talent like Vincent does, but he’s actually an incredibly skilled mechanic who can fix just about anything with the barest of supplies. He just never got any praise for it, so it felt like it didn’t count.

• He attends his mother’s Funeral Service every Sunday.

• So much religious trauma. Fervently believes that God is real and he hates him personally for some crime of his birth. This man believes everything his mother ever said. Christian in the “I will fistfight God in the Parking Lot” sense, the “When I die I hope I get the chance to scream at God for being a shitty Father before he sends me to Hell” sense.

• “Why would you make me this way?” Religious Trauma.

Vincent

• “A Pleasure to Have in Class”

• He actually CAN talk, he just doesn’t prefer to because he’s self-conscious about the way he sounds due to his deformity, and also as a result of the childhood trauma of watching Bo be abused—it was safer to be the Quiet Son.

• He’s Autistic, but flew under the radar because most people assume he’s non-verbal due to his deformity. He’s EXTREMELY specific about the kind of material he puts on his body, and he actually prefers the way his clothes feel if they’ve got a film of wax on them.

• Wax is as much a special interest for him as it is a lifeline. His art made his mother “love” him, so he poured his all into it. She made him feel like that was all there was to life for him—now it’s just about all he knows.

• He’s EXTREMELY pretentious about his art and his process—it has to be absolutely PERFECT or he hates it. If he’s interrupted during a bought of creative mania he will sulk for a week. If he’s not good at a new skill IMMEDIATELY he hates it—which is why he cannot cook.

• Very much a “You Wouldn’t Understand” artist. “Nobody gets me.”

• The reason he doesn’t put as much care into HIS mask as he does his sculptures, is because his body heat coupled with the heat from his workshop makes the wax too malleable to hold the fine details well, so he’d just rather not bother. He made a detailed mask based on Bo’s face exactly ONCE, and it pissed him off so badly when he kept losing detail that he destroyed it himself just to have a little peace.

• The detailed mask actually hurt his feelings more than seeing his bare face, because when he first made it it looked “Like he should have”, but it was never perfect because of the way his body heat would soften it.

• Absolutely furious whenever anything happens to his art—doesn’t check as often as Bo does because he once saw a rat crawl out of a hole it chewed in the eye of one of the sculptures, and the resultant smell of the open rot made him vomit on the spot.

• Enjoys killing more than Bo does. He doesn’t really care about hurting people—that part isn’t a thrill for him, but he does prefer strangers to be dead. He’s so used to working with dead bodies that it’s much more peaceful for him if people who AREN’T family just die. Sculpting on a living body is a special Hell reserved for “tourists” who vandalize his art.

• He is well aware of how over-protective Bo is of him. Sometimes it annoys him, but he also knows it’s one of the few ways Bo knows how to show that he cares. Since Bo has always protected him, and survived everything their parents did to him, Vincent sort of sees Bo as indestructible, untouchable, so it’s alarming to see him injured.

• Vincent is genuinely afraid of what would happen if Bo weren’t around—he doesn’t know how to take care of any of the myriad of technical things Bo does, and Vincent knows that without the air conditioning, every creation he’s ever made will melt in the Louisiana heat.

• Vincent is an atheist. He tolerates Bo’s God Talk because he’s aware that God was a weapon used against Bo as a child for being the “Bad Son”. He knows Bo is trying to be comforting when he quotes their mother, so he doesn’t throw it in his face. Can’t believe in a God who would allow them to do the things they do to people. “The only God in Ambrose is Me”.

Lester

• The Forgotten Youngest Child.

• Being the brother who isn’t a twin—having no deformity and lacking Bo’s behavioral issues, Lester was forgotten and neglected a lot as a child—to the point where he’d just go wander off into the woods alone so at least he wouldn’t have to watch his parents ignore him. With the added benefit of not having to hear Bo’s outbursts.

• Really good at building traps, and ate a lot of squirrels when he was growing up, because Trudy and Vincent would sometimes forget to feed him. Really kind of raised himself.

• Came to terms with the abuse and neglect he and his brothers suffered much more fully after their parents passed—he never really felt very attached to his parents, so he didn’t feel the need to carry out Trudy’s dream.

• The most Aware™️ that the killing his family does is wrong, hence his speech about how easy it is to “Get Used To” all kinds of things. It’s just the life Trudy raised them into. He thinks it’s sad that his brothers are still perpetuating her goals, but what can ya do? They’re his brothers.

• He doesn’t spend a lot of time in the Sinclair home—preferring his little place in the woods—because there’s a lot of bad memories in that house and he doesn’t believe in letting himself fester in the past.

• Still visits every couple of weeks when he does his laundry—usually Bo gets takeout when he knows Lester’s coming up so they can have a family meal. Lester actually prefers his own hunted/foraged cooking, but he enjoys getting to actually have some family time with his brothers, so he chokes down what’s usually fast food, because he knows Bo’s trying.

• He doesn’t actually participate in the killings, but he is the one that rigged the animatronics in Ambrose—he’s actually a hell of an engineer, though he’s never been to school for it.

• The animatronic puppies are his favorite, and he modeled them after Jonesy.

• He’s actually pretty well adjusted, all things considered. He’s just happily living his life in the woods—he does wish things were different for his brothers, but he knows they’re in too deep now, so he just looks out for them as best he can.

• He guts the cellphones of his brothers’ victims both to disable any tracking functions and to use the parts for his animatronics.

#sinclair brothers #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #Sinclair brothers Headcanons #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005)#mypost #your honor I love them #I’m still going to be writing up a post unpacking my feelings about the movie #but these are the headcanons I have after watching it #because GOD I love these men #and I love to suffer

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pastriibunz · 7 months ago

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A GIRL, A GHOST, AND A GENERAL - EPISODE TWO: MY BEST FRIEND IS DEAD

Another playmate enters the scene, one that Kai strongly attaches to.

Max Jägerman was a Literal Monster.

And this time, they weren’t talking about his behavior.

A group of “Nerdy Prudes”, as he called them, had “accidentally” killed him with a prank gone wrong in The Waylon Place.

It ended with Max skewered on a loose piece of wood, vowing his revenge in a simple statement: “Nerdy Prudes Must Die.”

When he woke, he was dead.

A ghost.

Terrifying.

Yet amazing.

This meant he could hunt down, exterminate, every nerdy prude in Hatchetfield High.

It was fun, killing off the little nerds one by one.

However, his killing spree was short-lived.

He had gotten Ruth Fleming and Richie Lipschitz.

They were part of the reason he died, he felt it was justified.

He was ready to get two more, Peter Spankoffski and Stephanie Lauter.

But then Grace Chasity, her girlish charm, and her rockin’ bod got involved.

He did some less than holy things with her behind the bleachers, and that was his downfall.

Thanks to some deal those nerds made, Max was taken, now being studied by five eldritch beings beyond his comprehension.

These horrors made the Literal Monster look like a kitten in comparison.

For what felt like the first time in his life, Max Jägerman was terrified.

And he couldn’t do anything other than sit there, paralyzed, as these beings giggled and chittered over what to do with him.

“I wanna eat him!” One called.

“Bo-ring! Let me put him in the box with Teddy-Bear! That’ll be fun to watch!” Another spoke up.

“For you, maybe. Can I just shut him up? His voice is annoying, I’d much rather have him be a part of my ensemble.” Another whined.

“Maybe we should just put him back. I liked watching him cause chaos.” One said.

The four beings argued until the fifth spoke. “No, no. Those won’t be any fun.”

The others quieted. Max could tell this one was the top dog. That kind of presence came with power.

He used to have that power.

“No, boys, I have the perfect thing for our new fwendy-wend.”

Max was scared for what came next as he was dragged off.

Max Jägerman was 18 years old. And he was terrified.

Kai Drew was 17 years old. And she was bored.

17 years in what was practically an empty void, and you’ll see whatever there was to see, ten times over.

The sniggles weren’t any fun to play with. They were far too good at following directions. There was no struggle, no challenge. It was boring.

Watcher World wasn’t as much fun, unlike when she was younger. At least then, she was a bit too small for some of the rides, so she had something to look forward to. Now, she was big enough for all of it, and she had ridden all there was to ride. Papa Blinky would try to add in new rides every so often for her, but each ride felt more sub-par than the last.

The Black, along with Drowsy Town, weren’t any fun to look through. She’s seen all there was to see: black void to your left, black void to your right.

She had once asked to go to The White, just for a chance to explore something new. Plus, she had whispers that her papas’ sister, Webby, lived there. She thought they’d like that. She’d get a new place to explore, plus maybe a mama. Or an auntie. She didn’t mind either way.

Her papas did not like that.

They got all weird and angry, and The White and Webby entered on their ‘banned conversation topics’ list.

Other than that, her papas were fun, as they always were. But she knew her constant presence could be annoying. She didn’t want to annoy her papas. She loved them.

The only semi interesting thing was Uncle Mac.

She didn’t mind annoying him. He was her best friend, you’re supposed to annoy them!

He told her about the world beyond the veil. But she had to tell him about things from her life in The Black first.

That was their dynamic. Give some to get some. Kai tells him a story, he’ll tell her one. Kai gets him his old outfit back, he’ll play dress up with her, and so on and so forth.

It was strange, at first. He’d ask weird questions about her papas’ weaknesses, how she got to The Black and White, things that she didn’t know how to answer.

Once he realized that she didn’t know, it was nice. He asked about stories from her childhood, what her papas’ were like to her, what she did in her free time, and things like that.

In turn, she asked what he did before The Black, what life was like out there, who he was, and more. He wasn’t always willing to answer her questions, but he made sure she got a good story when she did get an answer.

She spent a lot of time with her Uncle Mac. He was a lot nicer to her than Uncle Wiley. Her papas weren’t very keen on this at first, but with a charming smile (plus some puppy dog eyes and a little begging), she managed to convince them it was fine.

So, here she was. Curled up, fiddling with her fingers, head lying in her Uncle Mac’s lap as he quietly read a book, listening to his breathing, and occasionally receiving a head scratch or two.

“Uncle Mac?” She spoke up eventually. He hummed in acknowledgment, a sign for her to go on.

She continued. “Can you tell me more stuff about your world?”

He nodded, looking down at her expectantly. She knew what that meant. Time for her to share.

She nodded back. “Papa Pokey likes something called a ‘Paul Matthews’, Papa Tinky likes something called a ‘Ted Spankoffski’, he calls it his ‘Teddy-Bear’, and Papa Blinky likes something called a ‘Bill Woodward’. Papa Nibbly likes whatever is winning his Honey Festival, and last I remember it was something called a ‘Linda Monroe’. Papa Wiggly also liked the Linda, but he also likes Uncle Wiley.”

McNamara nodded. “Those are names of people, Kai.”

“Like how I’m Kai Drew and you’re Uncle Mac?” She asked.

McNamara hesitated for a bit before nodding. “â€¦Yes. Like how you’re Kai and I’m Uncle Mac.”

Kai hummed. “So, wait, if Papas’ apparently like these humans, which still don’t exist, by the way. My papas told me I came from the Black like they did.”

“What am I, then?” McNamara asked, trying to help the girl realize.

“Dunno, but that’s not the point.” Kai said, quickly shutting him down. “If my papas like these humans, then why’d they tell me humans don’t exist?”

McNamara paused. He still didn’t know. What was the goal there? “…I don’t know, Kai.”

Kai sighed. Apparently, Uncle Mac didn’t have all the answers.

He patted her head. “What did you want to know?”

Kai shifted excitedly. “What does PEIP do?”

“Kai, you know I can’t tell you that. It’s classified.”

“Boo.”

“I know, I know.”

“Then…tell me stories from the Great War or whatever!”

“I wasn’t alive then, Kai.”

“And I thought you were a general!”

“I…am. I just wasn’t alive then.”

“Could you’ve been alive then? Then you’d have stories to tell other than, ‘it’s classified’.”

“A lot of things we do in the military are classified, Kai.”

“Where’s the drama? The action?! Tell me something about yourself.”

“…I have a husband.”

“Ooh! Gimme the deets! Is there any marriage drama?! Did something happen with you two?!”

“No, it’s nice. We’re happy.”

Kai huffed and rolled over, cheeks puffed up in anger. “Do us all a favor and be less happy.”

McNamara simply chuckles quietly, a sound that goes unheard by Kai, and scratches her head. “Sorry I can’t be more entertaining, Kai.”

“It’s fine, I guess.” She mumbles, burrowing deeper into his lap.

A noise comes from the hall, and Kai perks up. She sits up, staring towards the door. Her behavior causes McNamara to look over as well. It opens soon after, revealing Kai’s five papas. She grins. McNamara hardens.

“Hi, princess!” Wiggly starts, before noticing McNamara. He stiffens.

“Oh. Your…friend is here.” Wiggly mutters.

Pokey pushes past. “No matter, the show must go on. Songbird, we have a little surprise for you!”

Kai tilts her head. “What is it?”

“Well-” Pokey is quickly cut off by Tinky, who’s grinning wildly. “We got you a brand new playmate!”

Pokey glares and wacks his brother in the head. Tinky winces and rubs the spot, as Nibbly and Blinky usher Max out, dressed similarly to McNamara when he first arrived, except with a longer blouse, shorter slacks, and knee high socks.

Max gags. “Gross, I look like Spankoffski!”

His interjection goes ignored.

“This is Maxwell Jägerman, you can call him Max. He’s gonna be a lot of fun to play with.” Blinky said, ruffling her hair. He then leaned down, whispering in her ear. “If you want, you can take him and Mac to Watcher World.”

Kai brightens at the prospect. Blinky smiles and plants a kiss on her forehead, going back with his brothers.

“Are you guys sure I can’t just taste him? Just a little bit?” Nibbly whines.

Wiggly glares. “No.” He shifts his gaze to Kai, immediately softening. “Have fun with your new friend, darling.”

Kai smiles. “I will, Papa Wiggly! Bye-bye!”

He waves before walking out, taking his brothers with him, leaving Max alone with Kai and McNamara. The ghost pounds on the door.

“Hey! HEY! Let me outta here! No way in hell am I going to be subjected to dress like fucking Spankoffski of all people!” Max shouts, pounding angrily.

After nobody responds, Max huffs and whips around. He’s met with the sight of a mostly teal haired girl with pale skin and a scar on her cheek nose to nose with him.

He yelps. “What the fu-?!” He’s cut off by the girl poking his nose.

“Hi!” She says, excited. Max stares down at her, confused. She continues poking him. “Why’s your skin so gray? Why are your eyes so dark? Why-”

“Kai.” McNamara speaks up. Kai freezes and retreats back to his side. Max blinks.

“Sorry about her, son. She’s excitable.” McNamara says.

“Who are you?! And who is she?! And who and what the hell were those things?!” Max shouts, pointing to the door.”

“My name is General John McNamara of the United States Military, special unit PEIP. We call it Peep.” McNamara says.

Kai then throws herself around him, hugging him tight. “And he’s my uncle! And my best friend!”

McNamara pats her head. Kai lets go and holds out her hand towards Max. “I’m Kai Drew! And those things were my papas.”

Max doesn’t take her hand, instead he just stares at her, mouth agape. “Those…freaks are your dads?!”

Kai scowls. “Hey, don’t call my papas freaks!”

“Easy, son. She doesn’t know what they do.” McNamara speaks up.

Max glares. “Whatever. What’s her deal? Why’s she so...” He said, pointing to Kai.

“I’m right here, y’know!” Kai interjected, pouting. She went ignored.

“The girl’s been raised here, she doesn’t know how to interact with people.” McNamara says.

Kai scoffs, laughing nervously. “I’m sure that’s not what he was talking about-”

“No, actually, that’s exactly what I was talking about. That explains everything.” Max says, cutting Kai off.

“Well- well- urgh!” Kai growls, defeated.

Max cackles. “That’s all you got?!”

“I am very bad at insults.” Kai mutters.

Max nods. “Clearly. You could’ve at least called me a dickhead.”

Kai tilts her head “What’s a dickhe-”

“Okay! That’s enough of that!” McNamara cuts her off.

Max snickers. “You’re a dork.”

Kai shrugs. “Can’t argue with that.”

Max smiles at her, before patting her head. Kai squeaks like a squeaky toy. He cackles and keeps it going, making Kai squeak more. Max laughs.

McNamara, meanwhile, speeches. “Welcome to the Black and White, son. It’s a tough place for people like us. It takes a strong will and lots of persistence to even manage surviving in an environment such as this. But, I’m sure with time, you’ll make do with your situation.”

He looks over at Max and stops, stunned and confused at the sight before him: Kai, atop Max’s shoulders, giggling, as he holds her in place, smiling up at her.

“We’re best friends now!” Kai squeals, hugging him.

Max laughs. “Damn right we are!”

He looks at the stunned McNamara with a smile. “I think I’ll be fine.”

#kai drew #oc #tkwdlm #tgwdlm #the guy who didn't like musicals #the kai who didn’t like musicals #hatchetfield #kai in hatchetfield #oc art #max jagerman #general mcnamara #lords in black #(i am NOT individually tagging them)#a girl a ghost and a general #sotbaw

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flirtmcgirt · 30 days ago

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Why I hate MMFD Series 3, Circa 2015.

Ok, like I said, i randomly found this in my phone. It is extra, it is wild, it all holds up lol. It’s embarrassing, but who cares? S3 was embarrassing. It’s VERY long. Laugh, cry, mock me, fight me, enjoy yourselves. I’ll never get over it.

1. The whole series has a bleak feeling almost immediately that doesn’t let up. I don’t just mean plot, I mean color palette and vibes. It has this washed out feeling I hate.

2. I don’t side with Rae on her interview. I don’t. She didn’t take it seriously.

3. Rae wants to go to uni because..? Rae chose Bristol because..? Rae has no backup schools because..?

4. Rae says she’s happy. Cool. Why? What’s been happening? How’s treatment been going? The most elementary rule of storytelling: show, don’t tell. I feel like we got told for 2 hours, with no fill-in of the gap.

5. The end of season 2 felt like the jumping off of the beginning of something: Chloe healing emotionally, the relationship with Rae and her mom, Rae and Finn, attempts at taking therapy seriously. We spend the next 2 hours digging into NONE of these things. I’m not dumb, I know time was limited. But we needed more exposition, flashbacks, more SOMETHING. Why should I believe things are going well, especially when they’re about to collapse.

6. Flashbacks (this blows my mind): Rae shows us what we think are flashbacks talking about her happiness. They’re not-they’re flash forwards. And all of them are after Rae starts being dishonest and backsliding. That has always upset me as a viewer. We NEVER see Rae progress in this series in retrospect.

7. Why are Rae and Finn hiding major life decisions from each other?

8. Chloe’s doing well! Cool! Again, how and why?

9. Look, I was young with a boyfriend once too. I get there’s limited time between school, work, and family, and you want to spend the time you have taking off each other’s clothes at that age. But there’s no emotional intimacy here and it spits in the face of earlier seasons.

10. “I love you.” Enough said. But fine. Let’s take it at face value. Why are they not expressing themselves ? Are they happy, are they unsure around each other, are they coasting on lust? We don’t know, bc bad storytelling.

11. We’re right back to “let’s only discuss my boyfriend in terms of his looks.” Bo-ring, no growth, and not to get too explicit, but you don’t have repeated, committed sex, and not get past some of this. Embarrassing things happen, funny things, you open up emotionally and get real with yourself and each other. You’re telling me these two never made weird noises or weird faces or sweated horrifically all over each other?

12. I’ve always seen Linda as someone who cares for Rae, worries, and is observant, but often doesn’t do the best thing because of her own issues. She is out to lunch most of the series and I hated it.

13. The car crash. I hate it for so many reasons. It sucked up the plot time we needed not to make the whole series feel disjointed. It was too dramatic for me. One of the things I always loved about MMFD was it felt like a relatable show that featured teens, not necessarily a teen show. This was a teen soap stunt.

14. Rae is ostensibly happy when she gets her acceptance. Why does she immediately discard the idea? Why no inner dialogue about her actual desires?

15. KESTER. We’ve said it all. Kester telling her what to do instead of working through her feelings? Irresponsible. Lying? Irresponsible. Not properly transitioning out of therapy? Irresponsible? The mental health messages were disgusting overall. Add another therapist COVERING and letting her dump her meds was even worse. Kester’s choices were all about covering his own ass, and he’s ultimately pathetic.

16. The Gang. Just so much why? Why are Izzy and Chop forced into being stupid? Why does no one give a shit about Finn? Why is everyone grappling with major life changes but only Chloe and Rae have to bear any drama. Why is Archie not in uni? Why does everyone clearly know Rae is suffering and doesn’t even try to help; more importantly they mock her? That last piece makes me legit angry.

17. I like Rae and Chloe’s friendship growth. That it came at the expense of Rae’s guilt, fear, and shame is just disappointing.

18. Finn looks..tired, even before the Katie business. He looks overwhelmed and unsure and scared, and like he’s spent two years biting his tongue. I don’t doubt for a second he loves her, but is it healthy? It didn’t look healthy, and again, why? You’re getting paid to TELL ME A STORY.

19. Rae never uses anything she learned in therapy all series.

20. No one but Rae gets a real storyline and that stinks.

21. Katie. Faye Marsay is better than this. Lost more plot time for a teenage Single White Female retread.

22. The cheating. Out of character, we never get clear resolution on what happened, and most importantly to me, it’s the main reason for a breakup that has so many other tells simmering in the background, imo. That Rae is condescending, doesn’t own up to her parts, is just. Yeah. Why should I believe this person is ok? PS-We know he bought her that “you’re the milk to my cookies” shirt, it only makes sense. Ma’am you did not act like it.

23. Katie’s entire voodoo speech burns me up because we never get confirmation Rae doesn’t internalize and/or reject this. I actually think a conversation about the ripple effect of mental health is so important, and deserved better than whatever the hell this was.

24. Rae’s whole A-level experience. She gets saved and coddled so she can go somewhere they won’t play that game with her. How does this help her or show she’s ready?

25. No chippy. Fine, whatever, but I miss it lol.

26. Everyone perving on Finn, come on, this was cringe.

27. The look Chloe gives Finn at the pub. I don’t understand it, but I don’t like it.

28. No Baby Bouchtat time, wtfffff.

29. Rae never comes to a realization we hear about why she wants uni. She gets her back against the wall because her mom has to leave and everything else is falling apart. Great.

30. Speaking of, why is Linda still at home 2(?) months after she said she wanted to leave, halfway through her husband’s contract? I thought it was so damn important.

31. Rae’s dad..more plot time wasted. I honestly barely remember this. PS-hey Rae, I bet Finn Nelson would’ve heavily related if you said your shitty dad popped back up and you were struggling.

32. It seems like Rae cuts everybody out after the ball. This is not real life. You lose touch, people fade away, sure. Over months and years, not by cutting bonds off at the knees.

33. Town only being the background to Archie’s plot was such a waste.

34. That tub scene was sickening and irresponsible as fuck. Every other mental health episode in other seasons had inner dialogue to help the audience. That they played it as straight and left the audience dangling that long was reprehensible.

35. Everyone on this show got to develop an outside life we knew about away from Rae except Finn and he deserved more.

36. The going it alone message is terrible. You always need support and love from people around you.

37. Petty, but that dress did Sharon no favors, please dress our queen properly.

38. The last song being Creep is so lyrically bleak and sums up this entire dumpster fire.

39. “The bullshit goes with me?” GOODBYE. Please.

40. The train scene: kind of nice! Reminiscing! Tix! But also weird. Why do Kester and Chloe look so serious? Why does Finn only look like he wants to fuck her? Why is Liam even there? Whatever.

Please add more lol. Or don’t, because this is out of control. I roast because I loved and knew what it was capable of once.

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By Agnes

January 23rd, 2024

And then darkness fell. The midrash tells us that there were in fact two periods of darkness. During the first darkness there was a gloom so thick no one could see each other, and during the second darkness the darkness became even thicker, so thick that no one could move. If you were standing when the darkness fell you remained standing. If you were sitting you remained sitting. If you were bending over your child, you remained bent over, if you were climbing up a ladder to change a light-bulb there you were balanced and immobile, atop the ladder.

I think they died, all of them. The Egyptians. Before the killing of the first borns, before the departure from Egypt. I think they died. I think they died the ninth plague, the plague of darkness. Because what is darkness, if not a kind of death? Those bodies frozen in place — in chairs, up ladders — it was a kind of rigor mortis. “כֻּלָּ֥נוּ מֵתִֽים,” they say. We are all dead.

I think this Parsha is a parsha about love. And this is the breakup. It’s the end of a very long relationship. A four-hundred year relationship. This parsha tells the end of a love story in which the lovers got tangled up in each other. They had gotten to the point where they couldn’t understand themselves without the other. They didn’t know how to be alone. And so the relationship ended. This week’s parsha is the breakup. The awful, messy, devastating breakup.

We’ve all known people in what we might call toxic relationships. Call it co-dependence, call it enmeshment, call it a controlling attachment style. You can go to the concert with Tina and you can stay over at her place but I want you to text me, okay? Text me when you get there and text me when you leave and text me in the morning as soon as you get up and come right back home. And sometimes that feels like love. And sometimes you just wanna go to the concert with Tina.

But there are forms of entanglement, a blurring of self and other, that can happen in any kind of close relationship. We pull people close because it is scary to be alone.

When we love someone, our sense of who we are gets tied up in who that other person is. They are brave, say, and because of our intimacy with them we get to feel that we too have some of that bravery. Or they are tender, say, and because of our intimacy with them we get to have access to a certain kind of tenderness. But then — who are we, when they are gone?

I know I have been in relationships like this. Where I saw in someone certain qualities that I wished I had, and loving that person became a way of bringing those qualities into my life. A way that was a little easier than finding those qualities inside myself. In relationships like that you are asking someone else to make your identity for you. You turn them into a kind of servant, or slave. You are forcing them to build your pyramids.

This week I have been listening to Lou Reed sing Walk Alone.

When you walk, he sings, you know you're gonna walk alone.

And when you talk, and when you make love, and when you die, he sings, you’re gonna do it alone.

It’s not an easy truth.

Is this a way of reading these early books of Exodus? As a story in which which one people, Egypt, falls in love with another people, Israel? In which Egypt comes to dominate Israel because that feels like intimacy, and because difference is just too much to bear? In which the dominating people’s identity gets tangled up in the subordinated people’s identity? So much so that when it comes time for the subordinated people to leave, the dominating people are devastated. They spend six days in darkness and they die a kind of death.

Let me try out another version of the story.

Pharaoh is a very lonely person. He’s very powerful. He controls a whole empire. Everyone comes to him with wishes, and needs, and deference, and fear. Who is such a person to love, and be loved by?

Who but God?

God, who is also very powerful. Who also gets approached with wishes and needs and deference and fear. God, who must also be terribly lonely.

And so Pharaoh falls in love with God. In fact, he feels — what luck! — he’s finally found a lover who understands him. When Pharaoh meets God he can’t get enough. He wants to text God all the time, he wants to talk for hours on the phone, he gets restless and moody whenever God is off doing other things on the weekend. Pharaoh feels, finally, understood. He feels like God is the first being to understand him. And it’s because they’re just so similar. They’re so similar, they’re almost like one being. It’s like I am God, thinks Pharaoh, and God is me.

And God maybe was open to a kind of a relationship with Pharaoh, but then it started to get so intense, and weird. And God started to feel like Pharaoh wasn’t actually talking to God, or listening, or seeing God. Pharaoh was relating to a projection, to a fantasy. And God would try to say something, like, hey, Pharaoh, we’re not exactly the same. Pharaoh would order the lamb vindaloo, because we love that, don’t we, God, and God would get quiet and order the aloo gobi, just to make a point.

And Pharaoh can feel God pulling away. And it only makes him panic. It makes him cling harder. It muffles his hearing and blurs his vision. It hardens his heart. This thing he calls love which is actually a fear of being alone. A fear of dying.

When you make love, you know you're gonna love alone

And when you die, you know you're gonna die alone

When is loving a deep form of knowing? Of giving and receiving and holding and being held?

And when is loving a drug we take because we’re afraid of our own limitations?

Because we don’t know to change?

Because we think that love can protect us from dying?

Exodus is the book in which we become a people. It’s a book about togetherness. And that togetherness saves us. It fills our days with joy. We eat, we laugh, we make music, we dance, we fuck.

But when we forget that we are also, all of us, alone, we start to drift into a kind of denial. We forget that there are no shortcuts, that each of us has to cross our own internal oceans and wander in our own internal deserts and face the fire and the smoke and the water and the hunger and the silence.

I feel for the Egyptians in this parsha. I feel for their suffering. And I am thinking about all the cries and all the protests of the last three months. Let my people go! Let my people be free! From the river to the sea. Is every story of domination a kind of love story? And is every moment of liberation a kind of breakup? A kind of death?

There’s this beautiful book, Who Dies?, by Stephen Levine, that I’ve been reading slowly for like 4 years now. It’s about dying, in the sense that it’s about end of life. But it’s also about dying in the way the mystics talk about dying. It’s about the dying we have to do every day. Dying over and over and over again in order to live.

Levine writes:

“When we speak of loving someone, what we mean is that that person acts as a mirror for the place within us which is love. That being becomes our contact with ourself. When that mirror is shattered, the grief that we feel is the loss of contact with that place within us which is love. Thinking of that person as other than ourself, we mourn our loss, we reexperience our sense of separateness and isolation that originally motivated us to look outside of ourselves for that essential unity we call love.”

To lose someone, he is saying, is to feel we are losing ourselves.

And that is the most frightening form of aloneness you can imagine. You are in darkness, you can’t see your own body, you can’t sit or stand, you don’t know how to move, you feel that you are not there, even, except for this anguished and terrified voice inside you crying out I am here! I am here!

Egypt is losing Israel. Egypt feels it is losing its mirror. Egypt feels it is losing itself.

There was the first darkness, and it was dark.

And then there was the second darkness, and it was darker. It was the darkness inside the dark.

But there is always a third darkness. It is the darkness inside the darkness and inside the darkness there is light.

And that light is love.

We are not our bravery, or our tenderness. We are not our pyramids. We are not, in fact, anything. Except the capacity to love.

Let me tell you one last version of the story.

During the second three days, the darkness inside the darkness, the Israelites lived inside light. Darkness was everywhere for the Egyptians, but the Israelites could see. They walked among the houses, and they saw the jewels of the Egyptians.

They picked up the things they had never been allowed to touch

and they were silent in the face of death

and the angels looked down from heaven, quiet and watchful, because God had never done this before, spread darkness so thickly over the planet, and the angels thought the Israelites would all be happy

A fantasy, no?? To wander the homes of your oppressors, invisibly -

But the Israelites were silent

in the houses of the people they had known

They looked and saw them frozen

And the Israelites were confused

And they came to Moses and they said, Moses, we have all died

We are like ghosts wandering the city

“כֻּלָּ֥נוּ מֵתִֽים,” they said. We are all dead.

And Moses said no no you don’t understand! You are not dead, you are alive, you are surrounded by light

and the people were confused

And the people said, this darkness is death!

Look at the Egyptians, they have all died!

And we too, they said, we too, must be dead!

Because everything we know about ourselves is changing.

And Moses said no, no

This isn’t death, this is just darkness.

This is darkness, Moses said.

This is life.

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Walking I got he old man’s office, Josè already knew what he was going to bargain for. After years of trying and never being able to achieve his ideal body type, he had resulted to drastic measures. Measures that led him to the old abandoned looking store in the back ally of this run down city. He was surprised when the ancient man behind the counter looked up at him and grinned. All Josè had to do was tell the old man his desire and next thing he knew a cold wind blew through the store while old man cackled. Josè was pushed from the store by a invisible force and right before him the door of the shop disappeared as if it had never been there. Leaving him to wonder if after all this time his searches were for nothing.

Turned away from the alley he began to walk back to his car. Another loss in his search for the ideal body he was trying to achieve.

Back in his apartment he skimmed through online forums trying to find something else that could work to help him get what he wanted. He was at a loss. He was willing to do anything to get the ideal body he wanted. Thinking back to his encounter with the old man he was sure that his request “make me bulking bear of a man!” Would have interested the old man but it seemed as though he was mistaken. He slammed the laptop he was searching the internet on and got in bed. Disappointed with the way his day has ended.

During the night tho he began to change. His skin began to take on a brown hugh. He tossed and turned not even aware that his body was changing while he slept. A thick beard quickly grew on his face while it looked as tho a carpet of thick dark hair began to push out of his skin. His nose rounded out as his cheek bones pushed out. Changing the shape of his face while his eyes became a little smaller. His feet thickened and lengthened. Stretching from an 11 to size 16 wide. His feet poked out from the bottom of his covers as he got taller growing from 5’10” to 6’3”. When he woke up the next morning, He was unrecognizable.

Letting out a loud yawn he noticed instantly that his voice was much deeper than it ever was before. His eyes shot open and he propped himself up. Seeing hairy feet poking out of the bottom the blanket he yanked the blanket off his body. Yelping at the hairy tanned body that was under his control. He took time getting ready. Exploring every inch of his body. The hairiness, the bigger feet, and even the bigger package that made him reposition himself. Sitting now with his legs spread eagle so he didn’t crush his new package. Going to the bathroom he took a picture and couldn’t help but smile. Finally having what he wanted.

He went out and for the first time in his life he was happy with himself. Confident in how he looked. Men would stop and. Hawk at him as he was the epitome of a hairy Hispanic daddy bear now. At the gym he couldn’t help but take a picture of himself. Posing while he felt the sweat drip down his hairy body after his first workout in his new body.

He was amazed at the strength he now possessed. He did t think there anything he couldn’t do. He was on top of the world.

When he got back home, he sat down to relax on the couch while he wait for his food to arrive that he ordered. He was committed to keeping this body in tip too shape now that he finally had it and that meant continuing on with his very strict diet of rice and chicken. Which was cheap when he could order it from the Chinese restaurant down the road. When the door bell rang his plain rice and bland chicken was there. He sat to eat the whole time still trying to get used to new bulk he had wished onto himself. Then the smell hit him. At first he thought something was rotting but soon was horrified to find it was his own breathe. Almost like he had halitosis. I. The bathroom he quickly brushed his teeth to get himself his horrible breath but didn’t do any good. It wasn’t long after that he smelled bo. Very pungent and enough to make his own nose burn. He jumped in the shower to wash the stink off. His own feet beginning to itch from the tangled hair and sweat that now adorned them. When he was done with his shower he had a few moments of freshness before the smell was back. Almost as if he never showered! What was worse was even though he has just dried himself off he could feel a heavy sweat droplet rubbing down his hairy back. Josè couldn’t make sense of what was happening. But it had to be worth it if it meant that he was going to be a like this. He loaded on the deodorant and popped some breathe mints. It was already much better than it was before. He just didn’t realize that with a body like this is meant new smells would come with it.

That might be tossed and turned some more in his bed. Just like the night before he was unaware that his body was still changing. Only this time all he did was sweat. The next morning he woke up he was in a puddle of sweat. His bed sounded like a wet spinach as the blankets and sheets stuck to his hairy body. The room smelt like a sauna only this was a permanent smell he would have to get use to.

Walking to the bathroom he thought he heard something. But he couldn’t make out the noise. In the bathroom he ran the water for his shower. Brushed his teeth and breathed into his hand. Yeah. Still horrible breathe. Popping some mints he got in the shower and did the same routine he did the night before. He felt so weird this morning though. He could feel his stomach gurgling. Like gas was building up inside. And when the water was shot off as if on command a loud fart escaped. When he got out of the shower he felt odd. The steam in the room was thick and hard to see. He wiped the mirror down and was scared at what he was seeing. The sound he heard. The gurgling sensation. It was all coming from his stomach. Which was slowly pushing outward.

He tried to suck his stomach in but found it impossible as it just kept pushing outward. Soon love handled formed and would hang over jock straps whenever he wore them.

His body continued to expand. His chest becoming heavy while his arms got even bigger. Soon his weight had had went from 175 to 250!

He didn’t know what to make of everything happened. His stomach was large and round now. Hard to touch. What little fat there was jiggled when he walked. This wasn’t what he wanted at all. He didn’t have anything that would fit him now. Everything would be skin tight or impossible to wear. He heard a wicked laugh laugh coming from the door way and looking over he seen the old man. “Get used to it. You’ve got some more weight to gain. You wanted to be a bear. So you’re going to be one”.

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say yes to me | qh

✠ say yes to heaven ↳ say yes to me

➶ blurb for Dracula Project Chapter 27 ➶ pairing: OC x OC (Quincy Harker x Han So Ah) ➶ genre: mild angst bc desperation and denial, fluff ➶ word count: i cant count ➶ credit goes to @lottathoughts <3

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a/n: this is based on her AU that I 100% recommend reading! It starts off slow, but things get more intriguing as you continue reading! I take no credit for her characters or the story! In this AU, So Ah is dating Piers but is in denial about Quincy (me too girl, me too). And in all honesty, I'm slowly getting back to writing bc of these blurbs!!

I'm such a slut for the villain-turned-good-guy-bc-of-love trope

!!read this for context. It's a short but super sweet blurb!!

"Why did you do that?"

She had to get out. Classical music was one of her favourite genres but right now, she needed everything to disappear for just a moment to breathe – to think. Her sweaty hands were gripping her dress to lift it up off the ground just so she wouldn’t trip as her cinnamon eyes darted around for a way out.

People were everywhere, muttering small apologies as she’d accidentally bump into them before she finally reached the main entrance hall. Her chest heaved with air, sniffling as she looked behind her. Through the crowd of people, she could see him. His back to her as he seemed to be searching for her – dear god, why did he have to be so goddamn stubborn?

“Because I love you, So Ah.”

The sentence itself made her heart pound harder against her ribs and she could feel certain inhuman eyes set on her. With blood rushing up to her face, she knew she had to leave to find a safer room.

“Focus, So Ah,” She muttered to herself in her mother tongue, starting to move again as she rushed to the stairs, “Just a few more seconds, please.”

So Ah knew she can’t handle being overwhelmed. She’d always try to find some peace and quiet to get her bearings without attracting attention. She only hoped she’d find an empty room – maybe with a drink or two to wash off what he did.

The moment she got up to the first floor, So Ah threw a quick glance over her shoulder and then down. The man she was trying to avoid was in the hall, walking briskly with his head turning left and right.

From what she was told by her best friend, Jessie, vampires have heightened senses of hearing, scent, and sight – meaning, her fast heartbeat was probably dinner for any rogue bloodthirsty creature.

A soft gasp emitted from her when the man below tilted his ear in her direction and she dipped down the corridor. Every door looked the same and most of them were locked. A whimper practically came from her red lips when she tried to open one of the fancy doors.

“So Ah, wait!”

Shivers ran down her spine, teary eyes widening as she looked to her side only to see the only person she was avoiding; Quincy Harker.

The same man who massacred Jessie’s close friends.

The same man who took pleasure in seeing his victims in pain.

The same man who broke several laws for her.

The same goddamn man who kiss – would this fucking door open already?!

The door let out a small click and she nearly fell when it swung open. Quickly, So Ah stumbled in and slammed the gate shut behind her. Her hand went down to the lock but it needed a key. Trying to act fast, she located a chair next to her and hastily grabbed it, dragging it to halt the knob from being moved.

Knowing how dangerously strong vampires can be, this technique didn’t mean shit – but she needed some time. Quincy wasn’t the type to be that patient when it came to making her flustered.

“So Ah, c’mon.” His deep smooth voice came from behind the door followed by several knocks, “We can talk about this.”

“Go away!” Her voice came out wavering, hugging her arms to her chest for some sort of comfort as she let her eyes scan the room she was in.

Of course, the so-called King of this forsaken virus would own a library. A small bingo! rang in her head when she found some fancy bottle of alcohol on the long table with several glass cups next to it.

“You know, this isn’t the first time I had a girl run away from me.”

So Ah didn’t respond to his dark humour, almost stumbling as she sped to the table and picked up the skull-shaped bottle filled with Campari; dark red coloured liquor, very classic. Opening it, she poured a shot.

“This whole denial thing is getting pretty boring, Han.”

Downing the shot, So Ah practically gagged at the strong liquor stinging her throat and she coughed a bit, and snapped back, “There is no denial in this.”

“Is that what we’re gonna do now? Lie?”

She could tell he was growing frustrated and to be honest, she was too.

“I put my life on the line just being around you every damn day. I’ve helped you and your sweet little friend by providing you with the information you need to find her crazed fiance. If you wanna lie, then lie to yourself all you want, but you can’t keep lying to me, So Ah.” Quincy retorted, voice growing deeper with a sense of… Desperation?

Downing another shot as she heard him ramble on and on about everything he’s done for her, she couldn’t help but tear up. This was all so wrong. She was with someone else. She shouldn’t be having these emotions for anyone else but her own Piers.

But it was so strong.

Her trembling hand went up to her red-tinted lips, fingertips brushing slightly over them and she could feel the lingering kiss. All her emotions were clashing, hurting her head and the rattling of her heart was making her throat run dry. Her teary eyes were wide behind her fancy mask, the pounding of her heart blocking out the noise of the man behind the door.

This kind of love was new to her – it scared her.

“This is so wrong…” So Ah whined quietly to herself, hand covering her mouth with cheeks blazing bright red, “This is all so wrong.”

What would she ever tell Piers?

He called her before she went to this masquerade, telling her to be careful and that he loved her. He wished he’d come along, chuckling as he said she probably looked so beautiful – a sight for sore eyes.

But then the infamous Quincy fucking Harker showed up.

“Open up, So Ah.” Quincy spoke, “Don’t make me beg for it because god knows I would… If it’s for you.”

Her cinnamons darted down to the bracelet around her wrist; the one Piers gave her after the ordeal at Green Life years ago.

“I’m…” She breathed in shakily, shaking her head as she couldn’t keep him out of her head, pouring a third shot, “I can’t.”

It was silent when she tipped the shot down but then–

“Well, I can.”

The chair crashed loudly across the floor when the door swung open, making her yelp and jump. Momentarily, the drink went down the wrong hole and she wiped the seeping drops from the corner of her lips as she stared wide-eyed at Quincy.

His arctic eyes were dark, his chest broad and shoulders squared that even a few buttons of his white button-up shirt were undone, and the black bow tie was nowhere to be seen. He still had his fancy black mask and it made his bright eyes pop out more at the contrasting colours. His lips were parted for his breathing.

He was the only one in the room yet she felt suffocated.

So Ah swallowed thickly as she turned to face him, hands hovering behind her on the edge of the table, “Quincy, please leave.”

He huffed, slowly making his way towards her, “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, So Ah.”

Her bottom lip trembled as she quickly went around the table to have something in between them. Maybe it symbolized something but right now, she didn’t like how he was making her feel – how good he made her feel.

Where was Jessie when she needed her?

At least her best friend knew how to tell him off.

Quincy gave her an ‘are you serious’ look then glanced behind him for a split moment.

“Do you know how stupid you’re being right now? Running away like that?” Quincy scolded and one would almost mistake his tone for concern, “Your scent was practically everywhere that I would bet even the big guy’s goons outside had caught a whiff of you.”

“Aren’t you one of his goons too?” So Ah retorted, stepping back when he stopped at the table, “The only stupid thing I’ve done was come here with you in the first place.”

His brows furrowed into a deep crease at her assumption, “You’re kidding, right?” He snapped, “I risk my life to be with you. Everything I’ve done for you would only end me up with my head on a stake.”

“I didn’t ask for this, Quincy.” She said, voice coming out louder but still weak, eyes avoiding his as she continued, “I’m here for Jessie only. She needs me–”

“This isn’t about her right now and you know it.” Quincy interrupted, pair of eyes gazing deep into her soul, “This is about us – about what we have.”

So Ah would’ve rubbed her face if it weren’t for the mask she wore. She felt it was feebly hiding her last bits of dignity. She let out a small groan, desperate as she cried out, “We have nothing, Quincy! There is absolutely nothing between us!”

Quincy seemed taken aback by this, lips parted to say anything but nothing came. His pupils dilated and darkened, jaw locking at her lies. He could hear her heart and smell her sweetsweet blood.

“God damn it, So Ah!”

The Han girl let out a hitched gasp when he so easily shoved the only barrier separating them – the clearly hefty table – aside. It slid noisily on the shiny floor, several books and the bottle of Campari tipping over to the floor. The glass shattering made her wince but it was long overlooked when her eyes locked with Quincy.

“Are you even hearing yourself?!” Quincy shouted at her, “If you really believe you feel nothing for me then why did you let me kiss you? Huh? Or was that for Jessie too?”

The sneer at the end was a clear sarcastic comment and So Ah slammed her mouth shut, the floor beneath her suddenly seemed unstable when she took steps back.

“I know what you feel for me,” Quincy spat, nearing her as if he was cornering a deer but this wasn’t a hunt for him to feed, “What hurts more is the fact you keep fucking lying to yourself.”

It was a hunt for the truth.

His lips were formed into a snarl, eyes turning bloodshot as the veins beneath them darkened.

“Quincy–”

“That better be the truth coming from your lips because I’m done playing this cat-and-mouse game.” Quincy cut her off, glaring harshly at her – was it just her eyes playing tricks or were they shining?

Her head felt heavy as she swallowed, taking in a deep breath as she carefully picked her words. She won’t lie that she had seen Quincy mad before – she never saw the virus in action.

“We… We can talk about this after the masquerade, okay?” So Ah said calmly and his pupils almost engulfed his iceice irises, “Right now, Jessie needs us–”

A sarcastic cackle of disbelief came from him at her obvious attempt to drag this out longer than it needed to be. Her heart dropped to her stomach at the feverish look in his red eyes and the growing fangs.

“She’s got Dumb and Dumber to keep her safe.” Quincy replied, his glare sharp then a light bulb clicked in his head.

Quincy knew about her Tom and Jerry chase at the pharmaceutical company and how she let the BSAA chase her around endlessly – she was never going to stop running away.

Quincy shook his head before tilting it to the side, “We are getting to the bottom of this now.”

So Ah’s eyes widened at him approaching her and she gasped, nearly tripping when she tried to put more space between them, “Quincy, Quincy, stop.”

She feared she pissed him off enough to probably end up in the hospital.

Before she could turn around and book it down the tall shelves, a cold hand grabbed her wrist, making her yelp. She struggled uselessly against his hold, feeling her heart rattling once again. Quincy, for a moment, felt her fear when her big doe eyes shook at the sight of him and it made his fangs shrink. Her other hand held onto his to try and pry it off.

There was no going back from this.

“Quincy – !” A sharp gasp emitted from her when she was backed to the bookshelves, hand slammed against the books. The impact shook the shelf, letting a few books tumble down over them and she squeezed her eyes shut.

A low snarl came from him, his other hand coming up to grip her mask and he ripped it off, tossing it aside. Then he gripped her jaw to force her to look at him. His broad shoulders concealed her from anyone's eyes if there was someone around when he towered over her, head tilted down so his face was close to her.

“You aren’t at Green Life anymore, Han So Ah.” Quincy spoke lowly, following her eyes wherever they went, “You can’t run away from this.”

She heaved in air, holding onto his wrist, “We can’t do this, Quincy,” She whimpered before glaring back at him through teary eyes from behind her fallen strands of her auburn hair, “I have Piers.”

Quincy’s nose twitched for a split second, the anger in his eyes fading just like the veins, his voice came out surprisingly calm despite the desperation in his tone.

“But does he have you?”

Her cinnamons widened, ceasing her struggles under his stare. His hold on her wrist softened, leaving behind red angry marks on her skin at how tight he held her. There was no fighting this anymore.

Defeatedly, So Ah shook her head and the hand holding his dropped, letting out a small and weak, “No…”

Quincy’s big hand trailed up to her face, fingers finding their place in her hair as he tilted her head up. She truly looked ethereal, her cinnamons shining more due to her tears but the dilation of love in them made them seem bigger. He could smell the Campari on her lips with that lingering scent of her cherry chapstick.

With her pounding heart against his chest, Quincy’s lips met hers in a needy kiss and his brows furrowed deeply, his dead heart seemingly beating when he felt her lips move – and she kissed back.

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