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[rosesareredrosa]

You Don't Know Me Anymore but that Can Change

Theo x fem reader

Summary: Where Theo neglects his relationship with Y/N due to spending too much time with his friends. Realizing his mistake, Theodore promises to change and starts making efforts to reconnect.

Authors note: I have no clue what to write please send in requests

Word Count: 988

The dim light of the Leaky Cauldron flickered as Y/N sat at the corner table, swirling their drink absentmindedly. The place was bustling, but it felt like they were in a world of their own. They glanced at their watch, sighing as the minute hand inched closer to 8:00 PM. Theodore was late. Again.

Just as Y/N was about to give up, the door creaked open and Theodore Nott slipped inside, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Y/N. A guilty smile tugged at his lips as he hurried over, planting a quick kiss on their cheek before sitting down.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Blaise needed help with something," he said, running a hand through his dark hair.

Y/N forced a smile. "It's fine, Theo."

Theodore studied the menu briefly, then closed it with a satisfied nod. "I already know what I want. How about you? You like this place, right?"

Y/N bit their lip, looking away. "I used to."

Theodore's brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'used to'?"

Y/N took a deep breath, finally meeting his gaze. "You don't even know me anymore, Theo. You're always with Blaise or your other friends. We barely spend any time together."

His eyes widened in surprise. "That's not true, Y/N. We're here now, aren't we?"

Y/N shook their head. "One dinner doesn't make up for all the times you've been absent. Do you even know what my favorite drink is? Or how my day went?"

Theodore opened his mouth to respond but closed it again, a look of realization dawning on his face. "I... I guess I haven't been around much, have I?"

"No, you haven't," Y/N replied, their voice tinged with sadness. "You used to be my best friend, Theo. Now I feel like I'm just an afterthought."

He reached across the table, taking Y/N's hand in his. "I'm sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way. I've been so caught up with everything else that I didn't realize how distant I've become."

Y/N's eyes softened, but they didn't pull their hand away. "I miss you, Theo. The real you. Not the one who's always busy with everyone else."

Theodore squeezed their hand gently. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. Let's start over, right here, right now. No more distractions. Just you and me."

Y/N felt a glimmer of hope at his words. "You can change if you mean your word no empty promises."

He nodded earnestly. "I do and I will change, Y/N. Every little detail."

A small smile tugged at Y/N's lips as they finally felt the walls around their heart begin to crumble. "Okay, Theo. Let's start over."

The evening carried on, but this time, it was different. Theodore listened intently as Y/N talked, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly seen. It wasn't a perfect fix, but it was a start. And that was enough for now.

Days turned into weeks, and Theodore kept his promise. He showed up on time for their dates, texted more often, and made an effort to be present. He started paying attention to the little things, like Y/N’s favorite flowers or the way they liked their coffee.

One Saturday afternoon, Theodore surprised Y/N with a picnic in a secluded part of the Hogwarts grounds. The summer sun bathed the landscape in a warm glow as they settled on a checkered blanket. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and the sound of the Black Lake's gentle waves created a soothing backdrop.

Y/N looked around, taking in the thoughtful details. "You remembered I love picnics."

Theodore grinned, a bit of pride shining in his eyes. "Of course. I’ve been paying attention."

They unpacked the basket, laying out sandwiches, fruit, and Y/N’s favorite chocolate-covered strawberries. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and shared memories. It felt like old times, and Y/N’s heart swelled with a mixture of relief and happiness.

After they finished eating, Theodore leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the sky. "I've missed this," he admitted. "Just being with you, no distractions."

Y/N looked at him, their heart aching with a mix of emotions. "I’ve missed it too. But I need to know this isn’t just temporary. I need to know you’re really here for me."

Theodore sat up, taking Y/N’s hand in his. His expression was serious, sincere. "I know I’ve messed up, Y/N. I let my friendships and other things get in the way of what’s really important. You. Us. I’m not perfect, and I’ll probably mess up again, but I promise to always try to make it right."

Y/N studied his face, searching for any hint of doubt or insincerity. All they saw was the boy they fell in love with, the one who made them feel special and cherished. "Okay, Theo. I believe you."

His smile was radiant, filled with relief and joy. "Thank you. I won’t let you down."

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a blissful haze, talking about everything and nothing, simply enjoying each other’s company. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Theodore wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling them close.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured. "I want to make new memories with you, ones we can look back on and smile."

Y/N nestled into his side, feeling a warmth spread through them that had been absent for too long. "I’d like that."

And as the stars began to twinkle overhead, they knew that this time, things would be different. They were both ready to put in the effort, to make their relationship stronger than ever. Together, they would navigate the challenges and celebrate the joys, side by side.

[whoops-all-jennas]

More than a Game - t.c.

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary - Tara is dared to talk to you by her friend group during class. She regrets it and wants to make it up to you

This was inspired by @kaisacobra fic "I Dare You"

Warnings: slight bullying

Part 1 Part 2

The sound of cars passing by and the patter of raindrops on your umbrella is the only stimulation you have on your walk to school.

You usually wear earbuds but you discovered this morning that you accidentally left them in your pocket when you were washing your clothes, ruining your favorite earbuds.

You already know that today is going to be miserable, it never rains here so it must be a sign.

When you get near Woodsboro High, some assholes splash you by running over a puddle with their car.

You put your arms up in shock as you're now drenched. You see them snickering from their car, and fueled by your sour mood, you flip them off as they continue driving away.

You managed to get to school and make your way to the cafeteria for some breakfast. The chatter of students is the only other noise besides the squeaking of your wet shoes.

When you can see the line you see the cafeteria workers closed the line as the bell rings.

"This day literally can't get any worse." you mutter to yourself. As you leave the cafeteria one of the straps of your backpack broke.

-

"Look what the storm dragged in" Liv said mockingly to her friends at her table, just loud enough for you to hear as you drop your backpack next to your table near the back of the classroom and plop into your seat.

Tara's friends in this class consists of Amber, Chad, and 'Liv'. She wasn't really friends with Liv, but she was in the friend group so she had to try to get along with her.

"Why don't we talk to her? make her day better?" Liv said to her friends again with a malicious smile.

Tara knows this means 'act like talking to the quiet kid is some sort of game and treat them like a pet.'

"Come on Tara, you do it." Tara looks between her friends.

"What, no she's clearly having a bad day." Tara whispers loudly to Liv as Amber is now butting in.

"So?" if Amber had gum she would be chewing it in the most exaggerated way possible.

"What do you two have against y/n?" Chad says, now entering the conversation.

The next few seconds are silent until Liv breaks it. "Fine, I'll do it." Liv is about to stand up until Tara stands up first.

"No, I'll do it." Tara starts heading towards the open seat next to you before anyone can object.

Tara knows how Liv can be, so she thought it'd be better for you if it was at least herself instead.

"Hey." Tara says while taking a seat next to you.

You glance at her, acknowledging her existence, and then go back to getting ready for class. You pull out your laptop which is covered in stickers of different shows and stuff you like.

Tara looks forward to her friends who are watching back, Liv and Amber are amused but waiting for something to happen and Chad looking back a little worried.

"I like your laptop, I'm also a fan of-"

You interrupt her, your patience wearing thin. "I'm really not in the mood for this today." You finally look at Tara again. "I'm not an idiot, you can go tell your friends we're 'best friends' now or whatever." You say while making quotation marks with your fingers, annoyance lacing every word you said.

"Sorry I didn't mean-"

You cut her off again as you groan and put your stuff back in your backpack and quickly head out the door. The negative energy emanating off you.

As you're about to leave, your other backpack strap broke and fell to the ground.

You groan more loudly and annoyed than before, quickly grabbing your now not so 'back'pack and carrying it in your hands.

Tara looks to Amber and Liv giggling and looks back to you as you leave. She sees you dropped your chapstick, so she gets up and picks it up.

She heads to the door to see where you went but you were already gone.

Tara heads back to her friends, she tries to hide it but there's guilt on her face.

"That was awesome, did you record that?" Amber says while pointing at Liv.

"Shit I totally should have." Liv and Ambers faces have too much joy in them.

"You guys are assholes" Chad directs mostly at Amber and Liv.

"Lighten up a little, we were just joking around." Amber says with a smile on her face while Tara sits down in her original seat as the last bell rings indicating that class was starting.

'I'm an asshole.' Tara thinks to herself, not being able to focus during class.

-

Tara gets in the car with Chad and Mindy after the school day ended, she didn't see y/n for the rest of the day.

Tara usually gets a ride home from Chad and today wasn't any different, well at least in that aspect.

Chad has a worried look on his face when he looks at Tara in the back seat. He can see the guilt of today eating her up.

"I think you did the right thing, even though how it ended I know you had good intentions." Tara just nods with a forced smile.

"What are you talking about, what happened?" Mindy gets herself in the conversation.

"I don't really wanna talk about it." Tara replies and this quickly ends the conversation while Chad turns the car on.

"Hey Chad, was y/n in class in your first period? she wasn't in A/V class today but I swear I saw her this morning in the cafeteria." Mindy directs her words at Chad seeing that Tara doesn't really want to talk right now.

Tara rubs her hands across her face at hearing where the conversation is going before she looks out the window.

"She was there for a bit, but she left early." Chad responds. "Why what's up, I didn't know you two knew each other."

Chad glances towards Mindy for a second before focusing on the road again. "We were assigned together on a group project in A/V and we just kinda hit it off. Like behind that quiet and shy wall she has at first is this chill and talkative girl, when you get to know her first of course and she's comfortable around you."

Tara groans quiet enough for no one to hear as she throws her head back against the seat.

'Great, another reason to feel like an asshole.' She thinks to herself and soon the car comes to a stop in front of her house.

"I know we usually hangout after school, but you seem kinda out of it so I understand if you want to be alone for now." Chad looks back from the driver seat.

"Yeah, I kinda wanna be alone for now." Tara says quietly.

"Thanks for the ride." Tara gets out of the car after grabbing her backpack and heads to her house as Chad drives away.

When Tara gets inside she pulls out y/n's chapstick that she dropped. After getting a glass of water and settling down for a minute she grabs her phone and goes to Mindy's Instagram page.

She clicks on her followers and searches 'y/n' and quickly finds your account. Your account is set to private but your pfp is a picture of yourself with Mindy covered in fake blood.

Tara giggled at the picture, That was probably for the A/V project Tara thought to herself.

She requests to send a message starting with a picture of the chapstick and the caption 'u forgot something'.

After sending the message she turns the TV on while the anxiety of sending you a message slowly builds up as Tara keeps checking her phone.

After about 10 minutes Tara gets a notification from y/n

y/n: "thanks for picking it up"

Tara quickly starting typing but saw you were typing another message

y/n: "im sorry for kinda blowing up this morning"

Tara erased what she was typing and started a new message

Tara: "No no I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm sorry for trying to talk to you when you clearly didn't want to be talked to"

Tara stares at the screen contemplating her next move before typing again

Tara: "How about I make it up to you? I saw you're a fan of horror movies how about we go watch a movie sometime"

Tara slaps herself after sending the message, but there isn't anything she can do about it now because she can see you already read the message.

After a few minutes Tara swears to herself after realizing you stopped typing and Tara was left on read.

-

You stare at the message you received from Tara with a confused look on your face.

"What?" you mouth to yourself before switching to messaging Mindy.

y/n: "hey mindy, your brother is friends with that one girl right? i think her name is tara"

You stare at the screen waiting for a response and are soon awaited with Mindy seeing the message and 3 dots moving in a bubble

Mindy: "yeah why?"

y/n: "what's she like? have you talked to her before? she's asking me to do hangout with her but i also know she's friends with amber and liv and THEM i know i don't like."

Mindy: "she's definitely the nicest out of that group, I have no idea why chad chills with them but tara i can actually have a conversation with and not have put up an act yk?"

Mindy: "what do you mean Tara is trying to hangout with you?"

You stare at the message contemplating what to say next until you start typing.

y/n: "well today she sat next to me and tried to talk to me. she's with liv and them so i assumed she was doing that thing where people talk to the more awkward students as a kinda game?"

y/n: "i kinda blew up on her and now she's messaging me saying she wants to watch a horror movie with me"

Mindy: "she's definitely not the type of person to do that willingly if that's what you're asking"

Mindy: "the teasing i mean"

Mindy: "if you're asking if you should do it it's your choice. I don't think there's any ill intend."

you stare at the message for a second before giving a quick reply

y/n: "thanks, this helps a lot with my decision :)"

Mindy: "ofc! anytime :)"

After a little more contemplating you go back to the messages with Tara.

y/n: "sorry for leaving you on read for so long lol"

y/n: "what movie did you have in mind?"

-

Somehow on the same day you agreed to go to Tara's house to watch a movie tonight with her. She lives a lot closer than you expected, walking distance close.

As you approach her door you hesitate on knocking for a second. After a few seconds you opt to messaging her saying you're here.

Tara opens the door with an awkward smile. "Hi, come on in make yourself at home."

You wave at her sheepishly, it feels better to see her treat you a bit more genuinely. It also doesn't hurt that she's pretty.

You take your shoes off and follow her to the living room. When you see a bowl of popcorn and the TV set up for a movie you instantly feel a weight off your shoulders.

You now know this isn't a setup or anything to tease you more. "Did you need anything to eat or drink?" Tara says, who is clearly a bit nervous, not as nervous as you are though.

"Just water, thank you." You awkwardly smile at her as she heads to the kitchen.

"Make yourself comfortable!" You hear her say from the kitchen like she knows you're just standing here awkwardly which, granted, she's right. So you take a seat on the couch.

Her house is very cozy, the lights are a warm color and they're not too abrasive.

Tara soon enters with two cups of water and sets them down on the coffee table.

"Is there anyone else here?" You say realizing how quiet it is.

"No, just us. my mom's at work so." Tara sits next to me and grabs the remote.

"We can watch whatever you recommend." You say and she looks at you a bit confused

"But this is for you." You exchange eye contact with Tara before you speak.

"I know and what I want to watch is what you recommend."

You give her a more genuine smile.

"Alrightly then, we're watching the Babadook." She gives you a smile before getting the Babadook setup on the TV.

During the movie you realize that you and Tara actually get along really well once you both got comfortable.

You kinda feel bad for blowing up on her today. You look towards her and admire her face, she really is so pretty.

"Everything okay?" You didn't realize you were staring until she spoke, your face starts to heat up.

"Yeah everything is fine." You said way too fast and broke eye contact immediately going back to the screen.

You can feel her eyes on you, she is definitely smirking but you are way too scared to look back. Instead you go to grab some more popcorn which Tara follows.

She touches your hand in the popcorn bucket, it wasn't too slick either it was clear that was what she was trying to do.

Either way, it doesn't make you any less flustered. "Sorry!" You quickly pull my hand back, if you getting caught staring was considered blushing then they needed a stronger word for how your face looks now.

"Its okay." Tara says with a sort of smugness in her voice.

Tara gets her water from the coffee table and takes the opportunity to sit closer to you.

Your shoulders are now touching and the extended contact is causing your heart to do flips.

"You okay? you look a little warm." Tara says teasingly. "Yeah I'm doing good, this movie is really good so far." A desperate attempt to get the attention off yourself.

Your faces are really close now and you can feel her breath on you.

Tara goes to make her next move, she reaches for your hand till she heard the front door open.

"Tara I'm home!" She heard her mother say from the front door.

Tara made space between you two quickly before her mom came in the room. Tara now being the one to be flustered.

"I see you have a friend here" She says, instantly able to see something was happening just by the look on Tara's face.

"Hi, I'm y/n." You interject awkwardly between the knowing stare that Tara's mom gave her.

"You can just call me Ms. Carpenter." She says waving before going up the stairs giving knowing glances on the way.

"I'm sorry about that, my mom can be a bit, you know." Tara makes eye contact with me, her face still flushed.

"Its okay" Trying to reestablish the previous mood. You both silently continue the movie, never really going beyond what previously happened between us.

The movie was just about over and it was getting late. Shortly after we finished the movie.

"I had a lot of fun, we should hangout more sometime" Tara says with a smile while she opens the door for me.

"Yeah I'd like that." We both look at each other not quite sure what to do or where we stand currently.

We both just awkwardly wave at each other as I start to walk home.

When you get inside and get comfortable in your bed you take a look at your phone.

There are two Instagram notifications, Tara Carpenter requested to follow you and another message.

"You forgot this again"

With a picture of your chapstick.

an: hey guys! im sorry if this isn't too well written, this is not only my first time writing a fic but first time writing because I wasn't forced to write. hope you enjoyed :)

[mrmeowski]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐄𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦 | 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧✦˚🔞

Synopsis: As your birthday drew near, Satan had been planning a surprise for you, a serene picnic date where you could spend some quality time together. As time went by, it seemed he had other ideas in mind on how to spend the remaining daylight.

CW: Public sex, nipple sucking & pinching, cowgirl, mating press, creampie

Pairing/s: Satan x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Day 3: Shower Sex | Leviathan»

You sat together on the blanket, surrounded by the serene atmosphere of the park, Satan couldn't help but gaze at you with adoration. Your birthday was nearing, and he wanted to make this picnic date one to remember, despite knowing that his brothers would soon rear their ugly heads.

"Did you enjoy it, my kitten?" He asked as he gently fixed a stray hair that had escaped your ponytail, tucking it behind your ear.

You giggled, "Yes! I loved it all!" Your eyes sparkled with delight as you raised both hands up to the sky, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air. "I do miss being here. I mean, it's beautiful in Devildom, but it still feels different back here." His eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, gaze never leaving yours.

He leaned in closer, "I'm glad you're enjoying it, my kitten. But I have to say, I'm enjoying the view even more." Running his thumb over your cheek he grinned mischievously.

You looked back at him, your eyes meeting his, and chuckled sheepishly when you noticed he was gazing at you as he said so. You glanced away, missing the dark glint that flashed between his adoring green eyes.

The air seemed to thicken with tension as his gaze lingered on you, his eyes roving over your face, your chest, and your entire body. 

"Well..." His words were dripping with honey, "Will I not get anything for a thanks?"

 "A thanks?" You echoed the question. "What do you have in mind, hm?" You leaned in closer, your faces inches from each other.

His eyes seemed to gleam with excitement as he raised his other hand, and cupped your left cheek, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw.

"Hmm... I have so many ideas... so many wants," he purred. While his free hand grabbed one of yours, guiding it closer to his bulge. You could feel the heat of his erection pressing against your palm. "But I suppose we can start with this..." He let out a soft sigh.

Your breath hitched, your face reddening in a blink of an eye. "W-Wait—we're in public Satan! You shouldn't... you can't just do this here!" You tried to pull your hand back, but his grip was like a vice, holding you in place.

Soft kisses on your cheeks, slowly guiding down onto your neck, sent a wave of pleasure through your body. 

"Shhh..." His warm breath brushed against your skin. "If you be quiet no one will hear us. Unless... you want everyone to know how much I love you~" He giggled, lovingly sucking the sensitive part of your neck.

You bit your lips, trying to stop any noises that might attract unwanted attention. All his words were laced with a hint of mischief, and you knew that he was determined to make you scream with pleasure.

"A shame... but it doesn't matter." Emerald orbs gleamed with intensity. He pushed you onto the ground, both his arms on either side of you, trapping you. "I'll still show you how much you mean to me." His gaze seemed to bore into your soul, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

Without warning, he captured your lips in a heated and passionate kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring every part of it. His hands moved on their own, eagerly freeing his hardened cock, already glistening with precum.

You felt a jolt of electricity as he hastily removed your skirt and pretty much ripped your panties off, the sound of the fabric tearing sending a shiver down your spine.

Then he pushed aside your hips, making space for him. But he was being the tease he always was, brushing the tip of his cock against your entrance, causing you to whine in frustration. You were so ready to be filled by him, to feel him inside you, but he seemed to be taking his sweet time.

"Sataaan..." You whispered, ready for it to be done as quickly as possible given the situation.

"So needy... makes me want to toy with you more," he purred, reaching up and unbuttoning your blouse, pushing your bra downwards before sucking one of your breasts into his mouth.

The other toyed with by his hands, his fingers pinching your nipples and sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"A-Ah..!" You cried out, covering your mouth with your hand to stifle the sound. You didn't dare look at him, but you knew he was grinning.

At once, he swiftly pushed his entire length into you causing you to gasp out. You kicked your legs in the air as you cried out, "Aaah!" Voice muffled by your own hand, but still loud enough to be heard. "Mmhm.. mm..." Feeling each of his veins as he pulsed inside you.

You could hear the soft purr erupting from his throat, a sound that sent shivers down your spine.

His pace was slow, but deep, each thrust designed to maximize your pleasure. He seemed to be savoring the sensation of being inside you, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he moved.

"My kitten... you feel so good," he whispered, his voice husky. "So tight, so warm... I could stay inside you forever."

His hand then traced towards your back, his face now locked onto your neck, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He suddenly pulled you onto his lap, his other hand gripping your hips, bouncing you on his dick. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, holding on tight as he began to move you up and down.

You had the perfect view of the park, but fortunately, there were very few people around your area. However, you were still unable to look around to see if someone was walking by, and instead, you buried your head into his hair.

"F-Fuck..." you cursed onto his golden locks, the sensation of his dick sending waves of pleasure through your body.

The demon's laughter was low, "You like that, my kitten?" He whispered against your skin, "You like being fucked in public, where anyone can see us?" You could barely lift your head or open your mouth to make a cohesive sentence, all that came out were moans and whines.

This only seemed to make his grin wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Your beautiful sounds, slightly muffled by his hair, had become louder than before, and he seemed to be feeding off of them.

Whenever he wondered if someone was watching, it gave him even more energy to push on and pound your insides until you were all but begging for mercy.

"Ah, my kitten, you're so loud," he teased.

As he spoke, he began to pound into you even harder, his thrusts becoming more rapid and intense. You felt like you were being torn apart.

Just as you thought you were about to come, his body tensed up, and he let out a loud groan. You felt his hot cum painting your pink gummy walls.

As you lay there, limping and exhausted, you heard the sounds of people talking in the distance and your heart dropped off your chest but at the same time... you were a bit excited. His eyes lit up with excitement, and he grinned at you mischievously.

"Shall we give them another show?"

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Day 5: Praise Kink | Asmodeus»

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

Hi I really love your writing! Not sure if you are taking any prompts, no worries if not!

I was wondering if you could something with Melissa x reader similar to Janine and Gregory where they both work at the school and maybe the reader is dating someone but they have a moment like the club scene or PECSA weekend.

Hope you're having a good day lovely human!

Not dead! Nor have I given up on writing or filling the prompts I still have to fill! But a weird thing did happen - I went to a hypnotist show with friends thinking I wouldn't be affected... Long story short, I remember the first fifteen minutes of the show. Apparently, I was in the show for the rest of it. So that was a thing. But that's not the weird thing. The hypnotist said that a side effect of his hypnosis is often a better ability to focus, a quieter mind and less anxious thoughts. I have to hand it to the man, his words seem to be true. An unexpected side effect of this for me though is that it turns out the noise and chatter in my mind actually helps me write my fics. Now it's all a bit quiet in there and it's been hard to get the words out. But, that doesn't mean I don't still love writing - so we're pushing through.

I do have a confession though - this story has two prompts noted at the top of it in my drafts and although I can't find any evidence that I've posted it under either prompt, if I have already posted this and somehow have missed it, please let me know and I shall take the duplicate down.

Anyway, enough about me. Enough rambling. I hope you enjoy!

*~*

It would be easier if she wasn’t nice to you. 

If she wasn’t nice to you, she could just be the untouchable, hot as hell, fiery goddess you admired from afar. 

But no.  She let you sit with her and Barb at lunch.  She even brought you lunch after a few conversations had strayed into discussing cooking and favourite recipes during said lunch breaks.

How were you meant to get over your ridiculous crush when she actually gave you the time of day?  When she smiled like that?  When her whole face lit up and she gestured so animatedly when she got caught up talking about something?

And as if that wasn’t enough, how were you ever meant to recover after seeing her so soft with her students?  Going out of her way to open up to them and help them. 

It was ridiculous, though.  You knew that.  What good was ever going to come of it? 

Kid.  That’s what she calls you.  It’s a constant reminder of the age gap between you.  Of the chasm that you feel you can’t even begin to cross when she sees you as some eager little kid.

You’ve always had a thing for older women.  From those early, confused days of watching your on-screen idols, to realising you didn’t want to be them.  You didn’t want to be friends with them.  You just wanted them. 

You want one in particular, but as you look across at her, her red hair ablaze in the sunshine, you force those feelings down once more.  If friendship is what she’s offering you’re not about to beat her with that olive branch.  You’ll deem yourself lucky and move on.

Even if she has ruined you for anyone else. 

*~*

“You know,” drawled Barbara.  “It’s beginning to become a habit.”

“What is?” asked Melissa, turning to face her friend with a frown. 

“Staring at her,” said the older woman, eyebrow raised. 

The red head scoffs.  “As if.  I don’t know what you think you’re seeing but that ain’t it.”

*

It was all said in jest to begin with.  Gentle teasing about a few wayward glances.  That was until Barb started to see her best friend be genuinely nice to you. 

To begin with, she tolerated you.  You weren’t one of the eager little puppies she so often saw when it came to younger new hires.  That much was evident from the start.  You were an old soul.  You carried a different energy. 

One that Melissa apparently appreciated just as much as the view.  Barb stood beside her the red head as they watched over the kids leaving school, keeping an eye on the them as they left for the day, making their way to busses, rides or parents.  Or rather, Barb was keeping watch over the children.  A quick glance at Melissa confirmed that her attention was directed at you where you stood a little way off, chatting happily with a young girl about the book she was waving at you as she waited for her mother to collect her. 

“Girl…”

“Don’t,” sighed Melissa, crossing her arms across her chest. 

That took Barb by surprise.  She had expected the red head to deny it.  “You mean?”

“It’s stupid.  She’s some pretty young thing and I’m…older than I care to admit.”

Turning to look at her friend, her expression sad, the older woman reached out and placed a comforting hand on the other woman’s arm.  “And?  What’s it called?  A Spring, Winter romance?”

“May, December,” corrected Melissa automatically.  “But same thing.”

“Exactly” said Barb.  “There’s a name for it and everything.  It’s a thing.”

“It’s not a thing,” huffed the red head, turning on her heel and heading back into the building.  “It’s stupid and I’ll get over it, just like I do everything else in my life.”

*~*

You’re not sure you’re entirely on board for PECSA. 

Out of school, things are different.  Lines are blurred and you’re seeing a whole different side to your colleagues.  You’re not sure if it’s liberating or terrifying.  And that’s before you add in the factor of the other teachers who have also been set free from the constraints of the classroom and are now loose in the wild.

You’re sure your confusion must show on your face, particularly when at the end of one of the breakout sessions you find yourself caught up in conversation with a striking older woman who teaches at another school across town.

You don’t see Melissa at first, who watches the interaction with interest.  She’s not used to seeing you outside of school, and it takes her back to realise that the woman is flirting with you.  Openly and blatantly flirting with you.  She’s touching your arm, leaning into you.  Smiling and laughing. 

In return, you know you’re blushing something terrible, especially when the woman hands you a page from her notebook with her number scrawled across it.  Watching the woman walk away, throwing you a smile over her shoulder to you, you finally see the red head standing in the doorway where she said she’d meet you so you could head for lunch together.

“She not a bit old for you?” she asks as you approach, your blush still heating your cheeks.

You frown.  “If she looks like that and thinks I’m hot enough to give me her number, they’re the numbers I’m interested in,” you reply, heading in the direction of the lunch buffet. 

Barb overhears the comment, unable not to smirk at your flash of sass.  “Jealous?” she asks, leaning into the red head’s space. 

“Of what?” barks Melissa, crossing her arms across her chest as she watches you go.  “Oh leave off!” she snarks at the older woman’s raised eyebrow.

*

How the day has gone from serious talks and breakout sessions to cocktails by the pool you’re still trying to wrap your head around.  Adjusting your cover up, you head around the side of the pool, heading for the bar.  You hope the day starts to feel a little bit more normal with a drink in your hand. 

Gazing out over the water, you catch sight of Melissa.  Or rather, you catch sight of a lot more of Melissa than you’ve ever had the privilege of seeing before.  Not looking where you’re walking as your eyes drink in the magnificent view there’s no saving yourself as you step forward and your foot finds water instead of concrete.

“Is that?” Melissa asks incredulously at the dramatic splash that comes from the other side of the pool.  She’s up out of her lounger before Barb can comment and the older teacher can only watch on in amusement as the red head storms off in your direction. 

You pull yourself out of the pool, allowing yourself to perch on the edge as you try your best to ignore the chuckles of those around you who have noticed your mishap. 

“What the fuck happened?”

You look up and of course Melissa is there.  Right there, lit up in the sun like an angel, red hair haloed around her head.  It takes a moment to realise that her eyes are roving over you, and not just your face.  You glance down where your cover up now clings to your skin, almost see through. 

Looking up you see Melissa blink rapidly a few times before offering you a hand.  You reach for her, smiling as she helps pull you to your feet.  “Thanks,” you smile sheepishly.  “I guess I should go change.”

“It’s a pool, you’re allowed to be a little wet,” the red head smirks back at you.  “Besides, we’re this close to the bar now, be rude not to take advantage.”

*

Melissa appears at the bar next to you with a huff, grumbling under her breath.  Her attention is focused on trying to get the attention of the barman.  Mumbling though she is, she’s speaking just loud enough for you to make out what she was saying. 

“He was an ass,” you tell her, watching as her head whipped around, finally realising you were there. 

“What?” she asks with a frown, already tipsy. 

“Your ex,” you enlighten her.  You may not have heard the comment that led to her current dip in mood, or ever have met the man, but you know enough.

Her frown only deepens.  “You don’t know a thing about him.”

“I know he didn’t appreciate what he had and left you,” you offer, ordering a drink when the barman appears in front of you, before turning back to Melissa to ask what she wants.  You find her looking at you oddly, her expression unreadable.  She quickly snaps out of it and barks and order at the bartender.

*

Barb has had more than a few drinks, it would appear as she flags you down to sit with her as you pass her table. 

“Sit, sit,” she smiles, trying to reach for your arm and push the chair out next to her at the same time in an uncoordinated matter. 

Catching her hands, you still her as you slide into the seat beside her to placate her.  Her gaze is a little unfocused, her words edging towards slurred.  You hadn’t quite realised how drunk she was, but then again, looking around the room, it would have been more of a surprise for her to be sober. 

“Don’t call that woman,” she tells you, leaning into your space.

“What woman?” you frown.

“That woman who gave you her number,” says Barbara like it’s obvious. 

You try not to think about the fact that for Barb to know, Melissa must have mentioned it.  That it’s been on her mind enough to mention it to the older woman.  “Why not?”

“She wouldn’t like it.”

“She gave me her number,” you point out.  “I don’t think she would mind.”

Barb shakes her head.  “Not her.  Her,” she says, nodding across the room to where Melissa is standing. 

You cross your arms across your chest.  “What has Melissa got to do with anything?”

Barb raises a single eyebrow, the action still smooth and effective despite her drunkenness and it makes you blush. 

Averting your gaze, you shake your head.  “It doesn’t matter what I feel,” you sigh.  “She’s not…She thinks I’m some stupid kid.”

What you don’t see, is Melissa standing close enough behind your chair to catch your words.

*

Somewhere after speaking to Barb you decide that trying to be the sober parent of your little Abbott family just isn’t working.  You’ve lost track of most of them, and honestly, you’ve given up trying to find them.  They’re all adults and can fend for themselves.

You still have eyes on Barb and Melissa though, the former dancing up a storm and the latter apparently winning an ill-advised drinking competition. 

Not that you can judge, of course.  You know you’ve drunk more than you should, feeling pleasantly buzzed from your seat in the corner of the bar.  You should call it a night before you do something you’ll regret, like call the woman Barbara told you not to.  Sober, you wouldn’t.  Drunk, you’re flattered enough and wouldn’t say no to the company. 

With a sigh, you push yourself up out of your seat and head towards the elevators.  Pushing the button, you watch the numbers light up as the lift descends.  You squeak in surprise when a strong pair of hands land on your hips, turning you around as a plump pair of lips meet you own.

“I don’t think you’re some stupid kid.”

You blink slowly a few times, taking in the woman before you.  Melissa.  Melissa Schemmenti just kissed you.  You shouldn’t, but you don’t have it in you to deny yourself the pleasure of feeling her lips against yours once more.  You kiss her back with enthusiasm, not protesting when she backs you into the elevator as it opens and moaning as your back hits the wall of the small metallic box, the weight of Melissa pressed against you. 

You’ve always admired her curves.  Pressed against you they’re a dream. 

The clearing of a throat far to close snaps you out of your living dream and you feel Melissa take a step back, biting her lip as she guiltily throws a glance over her shoulder, registering Barb standing in the elevator, her back to you both as if she hasn’t just witnessed exactly what you were both doing. 

Standing close, you grin at the devious smirk being aimed your way by a certain red head.  There’s a dangerous glimmer of mischief in her eyes.  Smudged lipstick and mussed hair from where you hands couldn’t help but run thought it complete the look.  The woman is a work of art. 

You look up as the elevator doors chime open, realising this is your floor.  Stepping forward, you slip past Barb, who merely raises an eyebrow.  You throw a look back at Melissa, who sways forward as though to follow you, before hesitating. 

The doors slide shut, and honestly, it’s probably for the best.

You miss the dark chuckle Barb lets out as the lift begins to ascend once more.

“What you laughing at?” asks Melissa, scowling.  She’s annoyed with herself for hesitating.  She knows what she wants, and she just let it walk out of the elevator.

“You two think you’re subtle?” the older woman drawls.  “She has more of your lipstick on than you do.”

*

If PECSA was party central the night before, it was hangover central the morning after.  You’re sitting outside on the low wall, sunglasses firmly in place, your phone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other as you take in the cool morning air. 

“You regret what happened last night?”

You turn to see Melissa, similarly attired.  “What?”

She comes to stand beside the wall on which you’re sat, her gaze wandering anywhere but you as she speaks.  “I came to your room last night.  You didn’t answer.”

“I didn’t hear you,” you admit, watching as her head whips around.  “Too busy throwing up everything I ever drank.”  You feel the blush dusting your cheeks, but continue.  This feels too important to let a little embarrassment stop you.  You take off your sunglasses so she can see your face as you speak,  “I have many regrets about my choices last night, but what happened in the elevator isn’t one of them.”

A slow smile spreads across her lips as she shifts to take a seat next to you.  She slips her own sunglasses off, finally letting you see her eyes.  “Good to know,” she murmurs.  “Me neither.”

You can’t help but smile at that.  You notice her gaze wandering and realise she staring at the phone still clutched in your hand. 

“You planning on using that number you were so interested in yesterday?”

“Honestly?” you ask, seeing the uncertainty in her face as she nods regardless.  “That woman was hot, and while I was more than a little flattered she gave me her number…she isn’t a patch on you.”

Pale cheeks blush adorably pink at your words.  Melissa isn’t used to hearing things like what from you.

“Don’t look so surprised,” you scoff, nudging her shoulder.  “You’ve seen yourself in a mirror, right?  And you needn’t think I go falling in pools over every pretty woman I see.”

“I really distracted you that badly, huh?” she asks, a little of her confidence returning.

You bump her shoulder with yours once more.  “Shut up.”

A gentle hand moves to cup your cheek, turning you to face her as Melissa presses a gentle kiss to your lips.  “For the record,” she says quietly.  “I don’t think you’re some stupid little kid.  I think you’re beautiful.”

You take in a shuddering breath.  It all feels too good to be true.  “What happens at PECSA stays at PECSA?” you ask sadly.

“I’ve never been one for playing by the rules,” she smirks back at you, pressing another quick kiss to your lips before pushing herself to her feet and offering a hand to you.  “Come on, we gotta go find Barb.  Reunite her with her shoes, sobriety and sanity.”

You take the hand being offered like a lifeline, grinning as Melissa starts walking, swinging your joined hands between you.  It’s only as you pass through the front doors to the building that her words even register.  “Wait?  Her shoes?”

[junkissed]

enha surprise adopting a kitten

member — enhypen hyung line (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon) x gn reader genre — fluff, sfw word count — 1.6k warnings — kissing, pet names (baby, babe, beautiful, etc.) that's about it notes — requested by @onlymingyus — thank you sm for the request my lovely mars !! this is my first time posting for a group besides svt so i hope yall enjoy reading :) if you did please feel free to reblog or send an ask, it is super encouraging and helps me keep writing <3 enjoy!

heeseung . . . might be confused why it had to be a surprise, because he would’ve said yes anyway, but he would ultimately accept it pretty easily. it's not the weirdest thing you've ever brought home, and he's been thinking about getting a pet anyway, so this is honestly a win all around. he’s flexible and he’ll adapt to pretty much anything you throw at him, so fitting a cat into your daily lives won’t be difficult on his part.

"where did you find that?" he asks nonchalantly when you walk in the door, strolling out of the living room to greet you.

"no idea, he just followed me home. maybe we're being stalked." you giggle as you lean in to give him a kiss, the same way you do every single day when you get home, and he grins at how ordinary this is for you. only you could show up with a kitten unannounced and act like it's the most normal thing in the world. but he loves your normal.

you hand the tiny kitten off to him as you shut the door behind you and slip off your shoes, and you miss the tender look in his eyes while you're digging through your purse in search of something. "obviously i adopted him," you admit, looking up at him as you finally find what you were looking for.

"well, i can never tell with you, baby. the other explanation worked too," heeseung laughs, carefully stroking his index finger over the kitten’s head. you can already tell it’s going to be impossible to get the two of them apart, already forming an instant, inseparable bond.

you hold out the small stack of papers for him to glance at. "the shelter was having an adoption event, and i saw it on my way home from work. and besides, i felt like we needed a little guy running around here. you'll get lonely without me all day."

your reasoning makes the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk, because it's such a you thing to do. your spontaneity is one of the things he loves most about you, the fact that you could adopt a kitten on a whim because you think he needs a reminder of you. what you don't realize is that everything already does remind him of you, but… he supposes a furry little friend couldn't hurt, too. "you know me so well, beautiful. can't live without you."

you beam at him, and he can't help but think that he'd let you surprise him with a zoo full of kittens if it means he gets to see you smile like that all the time. "so… you like him?"

"of course i do." he leans in to give you a kiss, and you laugh when the tiniest, softest mew springs up from between you.

"good," you say, kissing him back. "because i think he already likes you."

jay . . . obviously can't have a real cat, but i think he’d still enjoy your surprise. he always indulges in your surprise endeavors, and although he has his reservations you always manage to make him smile in ways he doesn’t expect.

"i got you a surprise," you grin as you walk into the kitchen, clutching something behind your back.

"what is it this time?" he turns and looks up from the pan on the stove where he’s started making dinner, cocking an eyebrow at you. try as he might, he never knows what you’re going to bring home with you next, but he’s gotten used to it.

"a kitten."

his eyes narrow in lighthearted suspicion, and he points his spatula at you warily. you’ve had this conversation before, and as much as he would love to own a house full of cats, he just can’t. even the hypoallergenic breeds don’t make much of a difference, so for now he’s content with cat videos on the internet and the occasional trip to volunteer at the animal shelter, as long as he stocks up on allergy medicine beforehand. "babe, you know—"

but before he can finish his sentence you pull your arms around to reveal what you've been hiding: a stuffed toy cat with a bow around its neck.

"cute," he concedes, his expression softening. he should’ve guessed it would be something like this. you know him too well and love him too much to ever purposely do something he wouldn’t be able to enjoy.

"you really thought i brought you a real cat?" you grin playfully at his reaction, because it was exactly the response you’d been hoping for. your boyfriend is too much fun to tease, and you can never resist the opportunity to string him along for the sake of a little fun.

jay pointedly ignores your question and turns back to his cooking, but he doesn’t try to hide the small smile on his face. "dinner’s on in 10. will our… new friend, be joining us?"

you wrap your arms around him from behind and kiss him on the cheek. "of course. i’ll be sure to set out an extra plate."

jake . . . is a dog person through and through, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy having a cat, too. he would be excited at the idea of it at first, but he’d get more nervous as time goes on. it’s a lot of responsibility owning a pet, and although he’s an experienced dog dad he doesn’t know much about taking care of a cat.

"are you sure? what if she, like, bites?"

you shrug with a smile, still cupping the kitten in the palms of your hands and holding her out for him to look at. "i don’t know, jake, it’s just a kitten. she’s not going to murder you in your sleep. she’s probably just as scared of you as you are of her."

he lets out a chuckle at that, because he knows you’re right. he knows it’s an irrational thing to be afraid of, and it’s really not even a fear in the first place, but he’s can’t help that he’s just awkward around cats. he’s more used to dogs; what do you even do with a cat?

but it isn’t long before he’s playing with the kitten just as enthusiastically as he plays with layla, and there’s been more than a couple times when you’ve come home and found the three of them playing fetch together. at first he’d been worried about whether a kitten would be able to fit into your routine, but although he had his doubts he quickly comes to love your new friend. he's a fast learner when it comes to taking care of things, and before long he'd be a natural at it.

sunghoon . . . might be hesitant, but not for long. his reaction would be like when dads say they don't want a pet but then a week later you find him explaining the rules of football to them. he’s more easily won over than he thinks: he swears up and down that he only likes dogs, but then you see him being so attentive to your new kitten and you can’t help but laugh because his soft spot is so obvious even though he always tries to deny it. that kitten is going to be his new best friend, whether he likes it or not (spoiler: he likes it.)

"did you get more cat treats when you went to the store the other day?" he asks casually, not looking up from his phone where he’s sitting on the couch. the newest member of your family sits curled up on his lap, sleeping soundly as he runs his fingers gently over the soft fur of her back.

you hum curiously in reply. "no? there was half a bag left last time i checked. are they gone already?"

sunghoon doesn't reply, which is an admission in itself, and you can't help but roll your eyes and smile.

"you know you're only supposed to give cats a couple of those a day, at most?"

"well, it's her fault, not mine." he makes a huffing noise in disagreement, and it's so endearing you can't actually be mad at him, as much as you'd like to scold him. "she was giving me that look. she deserved those treats. i couldn't deny her."

you find it endlessly adorable how in love he is with this kitten, despite his insistence otherwise. on the outside he seems quiet, but he's really just thinking of the things he still has to do. have the toys he ordered online shipped yet? did he remember to change the litter box? has he spent enough time cuddling today— with both you and the kitten? these are all vital questions that he has to make sure are addressed, and the current order of business on his list is the lack of cat treats. luckily for him, he's not the only one in the house who has a soft spot: you have one for him, too.

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[resident-idiot-simp]

Idea

Laura taking a job that Wade said she's be good at. So she takes it but it catches either (and these are two different options we could take.)

The Avengers or the X-Men's attention. (Or you could also do both 🤔)

The Avengers try to catch her (It doesn't go very well) but eventually with enough of them they manage to detain her. They ask what she's doing and she just shrugs and tells them where the gold card is on her. She explains she just doing a job and that she's just cleaning up scum.

They demand her name and she just rolls her eyes at them. "Laura." She gets blank stares, "I don't know what last name you want I have many."

"How so?" Tony asks.

"Well legally it's Kinney, but I'm also a Howlett and most recently Wilson has been added on top of that." She answers with a shrug.

"The databases say you don't exist." Tony told her and she nods. "That's because I'm also x23 I'm just scientific experiment gone wrong." Again she sounds unbothered but everyone else shares looks.

"What kind of experiment?" Steve asked.

Laura just smiles and shows far too sharp fangs. "A clone of the perfect weapon hence my second name."

"Howlett." Steve offers.

"You know him." Laura shot back.

Everyone looked between the two in confusion. "I know him?" Steve asked skeptically.

"Good old." She snorted to herself, "old." She muttered to herself with a smile before continuing, "Lucky James."

Steve's eyes went wide, "No he's dead that was in the war." He dismissed.

Laura raised an eyebrow at him and Steve started to look at her closer and sure enough they looked so similar. "Please you think 70 years will slow him down? He's well over 200 that's more than double your age. Besides he wouldn't be the perfect soldier if he was anything but nigh invincible."

"Are you trying to tell us your cloned after someone who's practically immortal?" Bruce asked dubiously.

Laura just shrugged, "He was weapon X."

Tony could confirm that yes they were documents on a 'Weapon X' and it was...gruesome to say the least.

"Wilson?" Clint asked hesitantly like he already knew the answer.

She reared back and smiled with all her teeth. Clint flinched back at that, "I think you already know." She said simply and Clint looked horrified.

"Your to young for him " Clint said with conviction and Laura looked disgusted at the insinuation. "Hell no, he's my pop." She answered with a shrug.

Clint seemed more scared at that. Steve turned to him and asked, "Who are you talking about?"

"Deadpool." Clint breathed. Everyone shot back around to look at Laura. "I'm taking this job on his suggestion, but don't freak out too much Papá also knows so it's not like he's going to find out and flip as well. You only have to worry about the fact you captured me."

This did not placate Clint or now a nervous looking Natasha.

"Just let me go and we don't have a problem, I have nothing against you and as long as I make it home before Al goes out for bingo no one will cause an issue."

"let her go Tony " Natasha ordered.

Tony blinked surprised down at her, "Are you serious that's all it takes to let her go?!" He is genuinely astounded, he had never seen Natasha this rattled.

"You don't mess with Deadpool and he doesn't mess with you." She said simply and Tony now desperately wanted to meet the man who frazzled the spys so.

Tony opened the cell and Laura stepped out glancing over them all, "Pleasure doing business with you." She nodded before waking over to the man she had been hunting and with a slash she took off his ring finger. Everyone in the room flinched eyeing the claws wearily.

She put the finger in a ziplock bag before walking off.

A few minutes later a echoing laugh caught their attention. Clint and Nat flinched before looking around. Out of the dark walked a man the size of a tank in red and black. Deadpool.

"Your lucky she knows me so well or one of you would be in pieces right now." Deadpool told them in a flat voice. It seemed to put the spies on edge even more.

"We didn't know we're sorry." Natasha apologized honestly, Deadpool crossed his arms and nodded. "What confuses me is what would The Avengers be going after Mr. pedophile over there? Because that's not your job unless of course you're going after mini?"

Silence.

"Humm what about her is so intriguing to shield because let me tell you one government group got her already and that will never happen again. Mark my words I'll die before that happens." Deadpool is still eerily calm.

Tony suddenly understands why Clint and Natasha seemed scared.

"If they come sniffing around again." A small chuckle, "They can find out the hard way just like so many others what happens when you hurt what's ours." Deadpool finished with a shake of his head.

Suddenly a low growl emanated from behind them they jumped around. This man was shorter but built like a linebacker or bull and he wore yellow and blue. He had the same sharp teeth and looked so similar to Laura it was unmistakable who this was. He even had the claws only there were three instead of two.

Steve couldn't believe his eyes. Laura wasn't lying there he was still alive. But he barely gave Steve even he passing glance as he assessed everyone that was in front of him.

"I've destroyed a government facility ones by myself I can easily do it again." He growled and Tony could easily confirm that with the information he had found out.

Deadpool walked around them and leaned himself over the order man. "And don't count me out I've done my fair share of government facility takedowns. The Weapons X off shoot went boom too."

The Avengers nodded their understanding, Deadpool clapped "Wonderful now we went to go home to are daughter, dog , and blind Coke addicted roommate. Toodaloo." He clapped at the end with a joyous tone before spinning on his heel and leaving. Logan following behind after giving one last glare

(I could do the other two options later if you are interested also I think this count is a drabble so I'll probably post it tomorrow to AO3)

Avengers and X-Men

[dangerkittenclaws]

Are your requests still open? I’d love a fic where the (AFAB) reader is in a situation where she’s forced to share a bed with Vessel (maybe she’s a musician who’s touring with ST and the hotel is short on rooms? lol I know it’s super cliche) and in the middle of the night he wakes her up by initiating sex? 🥰

This was so fun to write, thank you!! And thank you for being my first request/ask, I'll never forget it! Sorry it took me a hot second to finish. To be honest, I feel I got a tad carried away but I hope I did our lean bean of a man justice! <3

vessel x f!band!reader

warnings: smut MDNI +18

You were waiting in the lobby of the hotel your tour agent had booked, spinning your luggage case lazily by its extended handle. The staff had been frantic as your large group entered the building.

 IV was at the counter talking to the man who was clicking desperately at his computer. Something clearly was wrong with the reservation, but you were so tired that you really didn't care, you just wanted to slide into a cozy bed and sleep like the dead. It had been a long day, not including the show tonight and piling into a van afterwards. 

Two of your best friends and bandmates, Alexis and Maggie were sitting on one of the lobby couches quietly showing memes to II. Vessel, III, and Liv, your bassist, were sitting on the bench right next to them. You all had gotten to know each other fairly well considering you inhabited a bus for numerous hours, watched each other practice, and went out to eat together. 

You had noticed Vessel staring at times the past few weeks. You didn’t particularly mind the man was checking you out, it felt good to be wanted in a genuine way. You were not opposed to something new. You had become aware of him giving you glances that were a few seconds too long, a hand grazing just a little slower, him waiting for you so he could walk with you to wherever you were going. 

And the teasing and bickering, god, it never ended. You didn't expect any different, being in close quarters with four boys and your three raunchy best friends, it was a constant war. You didn't quite know how to navigate these waters with Vessel though, it had been quite a while since your last boyfriend.

Your attention was brought back by IV walking back over to where you stood, a grimace on his face.

“Something happened to their booking system, they’re overbooked and we're going to have to share rooms until tomorrow.” 

Some sort of seniority took over his voice, “Maggie, Alexis, Liv you can share the two-queen room, II, III, and I will share the other. That leaves you and Ves with the last king room”, he said pointing between you and Vessel. 

Your eyes could’ve popped out of your head at that moment, but you schooled your expression hopefully before anyone noticed. You looked over to your bandmates and saw how Liv wanted to protest, but closed her mouth before she could say anything, knowing it was futile and everyone was too exhausted to care. It was nearing 3am and you were only spending two nights here before traveling again. 

Vessel's eyes instantly shot towards yours, a small smirk forming on his lips, his arms crossed over his chest. Those lips. 

“I guess it's you and me, then, love.” He gets up, standing to his full height before grabbing his duffel bag from beside him. The rest of the group rises and gathers their things, IV giving out key cards in silence. 

You look at your girls, bidding them goodnight with a small wave and suddenly your hands are empty. Vessel had taken it upon himself to steal your suitcase and start walking towards the elevators. 

Startled, Maggie giggles behind you at your expression. Breath leaves your mouth in a sort of sigh and laugh, and your tired legs begin to move in his direction. He is already in the elevator, keeping the door open for you. 

“Damn your long legs.” 

He turns to you once the doors shut, “I hope you have a little bit of energy left in you,” 

You look at him confused, “What do you mean?” You know what kind of tone he has, a playful, flirtatious one that makes you blush. 

“I guess you'll just have to find out, won't you?” the doors open to the new floor and he darts out, immediately walking in long strides and searching for the correct door. You try to keep up, watching him try the key card on the fifth door down the hall and entering. You walk into the blackness of the room knowing he's just in front of you. He nearly giggles as he turns on the bedside lamp and watches your face scrunch up at the sudden light. 

“You could at least warn a girl,” you yawn. Just as described, there is one large plushy looking king bed in the center of the room, a tv mounted to the wall, a little breakfast counter, and a door ajar on the other side, the bathroom. 

Vessel drops both of your bags at the end of the bed, “Okay, me first, I need a shower.” he announces. You scoff and nod anyway, both of you taking out your pajamas and toiletries you'll need to set them aside. 

Vessel puts his hand on your hip from behind you, the boldest move he’s made yet, “I’ll be quick” is all he whispers near your ear. The warmth of his hand lingers on you even though you hear the door shut. You finally breathe again, you had stood frozen for too long. Is this really happening? 

You finally search out the TV remote, finding some mind-numbing home renovation show. You watch a few minutes, zoning out entirely, before the knob of the door twists and you turn your head. Your eyebrows raise at the sight before you. 

He is a little damp, clothes in hand, the last few water droplets running down his lean torso, hair scruffy from the towel dry he did before wrapping it lowly around his waist. You almost drool before looking back up to his eyes. 

“My eyes are up here, darlin,” he smirks. You feel your entire being light up red hot before you want to implode for getting caught staring at the very… enticing area that he is putting on display. It's not like he wears those pants for no reason at shows, it leaves little to your imagination and he knows it. 

You jump up with your head down, grabbing your things and dipping into the bathroom without another word. You shower hot, needing an excuse to be as pink as you were with that fine man that you had been roomed with. Your pajamas were just an oversized Sleep Token shirt and a short pair of plaid shorts. 

After scrubbing the day off of you, you change into your pajamas before your hand hesitates at the knob. You breathe out. We are just sleeping. We aren’t even anything yet. Why am I being so dramatic about this? 

You summon all of your courage to open the door and look out to see Vessel in bed, scrolling his phone, the room only illuminated by the TV. You put your leftover toiletries and laundry on top of your bag before plugging in your phone and pulling back the covers on the other side.

Vessel looks over to you, “Come here, love”, opening his arms to you. You snuggle into his side and onto his chest, as his hand rubs up and down your back. You involuntarily let out a little sigh of relief, finally you can rest. You fall asleep like that, him holding you close and warm. 

You wake up a few hours later, having turned to your side in your sleep, one of his still around your middle and the other under your neck. 

You move slightly and become aware of something pressed against your ass. You immediately hold your breath.

You slowly breathe out, and try to inch yourself away. His arm tightens around you. Oh shit, he’s awake. 

Like he reads your nervousness, he starts to kiss along the back of your neck to the side, underneath your ear. You shiver at his warm breath. 

“Hmm, I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it with your ass backed up to me darling.” You smile and blush at his words, knowing the effect you have on him. He grinds a bit into you as his hand slowly moves towards the waistband of your shorts. 

You realize your shirt had bunched up just below your tits just as his other hand reaches up and runs through your hair, long fingers pulling just enough for your head to move back. You turn to your back when he easily grazes over your clit and you clench your thighs together. Vessel gives you a little growl in your ear and your thighs cave open as quick as your resolve. 

“I've wanted you for so long, sweet thing, and I've got you all to myself now.” His fingers move in slow, small circles over your clit and your hands go to his bicep, grabbing at him for more. You let out a small moan as you lose yourself in the feeling of warmth of both of his hands touching your body and the building starry sensation in your belly. 

You reach down towards his stomach, caressing down, trying to burn the feeling of his skin into your mind before coming into contact with the curls of his hair. You hesitate slightly and he quickly attacks your lips, like he's reading your mind again. 

You continue on to wrap your hands around his long, hard dick and begin tugging on it. He smiles against your neck and brings his other hand up under your shirt to massage your tit before pulling your nipple taut and thumbing over the hard bud forming. He does the same with the other while his fingers work their way into your wet cunt, one slender finger at a time. 

You are getting impatient now, kissing his lips and neck, sucking his soft skin into your mouth to leave your mark. He lets out a whimper before seemingly regaining control of himself. Noted for future reference. 

He slides down your body in a quick moment before licking up your slick cunt, making you nearly cry out. He tongues your entrance before making his way up to your clit and practically latches on. You claw at the bed sheets beneath you eventually finding his grown out hair to pull. You don't know if you want him to stop or if you want more, this is so much better than your own fingers. You buck up into his mouth and he locks his arm around your thighs to keep you from squirming away. That feeling in your stomach is burning. 

He makes a few deliberate swipes of his tongue in succession over your clit and he watches that you come undone beneath him. Your eyes roll back, your hips tighten, and you gasp out his name. He keeps his tongue flat against you, tasting your cum before coming up to kiss you. 

The moment you taste yourself on him is the moment you feel him press against your swollen pussy. You moan into the kiss, wanting more of him. He grabs himself to properly press his dick into you. He does it slowly, making sure you savor every inch. 

“Please, please, Vessel, please”, you beg him. 

“Please what, kitten?”, that slow devilish smirk comes back with a vengeance on his wet lips. 

“Please fuck me, I need you to fuck me.” You mumble out, embarrassed but full of anticipation. 

He thrusts into you fully, making both of you moan out curses. Ves sets a pretty quick pace but makes sure to hit the one spot inside you that makes your pussy tighten around him on every pass. He bottoms out, touching the beginning of your cervix and you see his eyes roll back. 

“God, you are better than I ever imagined.'' He reaches his hand down between the both of you to play with your clit again. This time though, your orgasm is quick to approach with him inside of you. His fingers move swiftly as you grind yourself down onto his cock to meet his every thrust. 

You are scratching down his back trying to find purchase with how full he makes you feel. Soon enough, the pool of white hot in your belly is overflowing again and he changes the angle just slightly, fucking you through your orgasm. You moan out knowing your pussy is clenching around his dick in a vice grip. Just as you cum around him, he settles deep within you and his fingers dig into your hips. His thick ropes of cum spill into you and he pulls out to leave your cunt messy. 

You open your eyes half-lidded after a moment, trying to catch your breath, “Jesus, did you… did you plan that all along?!” 

He smiles wide at you, “Which part, the room sharing or the me-getting-you-to-myself?” 

“Either?” 

“The rooms being short just happened to play into my favor, but I was plotting to get you alone this weekend, my sweet kitten.” He pecks your lips before moving to the bathroom to get a warm towel for you both. 

You sigh out as you watch him, “I didn’t know what I was missing out on, really.” 

You hear his sweet laugh as he comes back in, gently running the towel over your pussy, cleaning you up. You squirm a bit but are easily distracted by the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh. You let out a small yelp when you feel teeth graze and a quick nip before he pulls away. 

He slides in next to you again, pulling you close, “If I have it my way, you’ll be mine forever.” 

“I’d really like that,” you murmured against his chest. You feel him press his lips to the top of your head before you fall back into a satisfied dreamless sleep.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Their First Married Morning

This tooth rotting fluff has been hanging around in my drafts for over a month.

****

Buck was giddy, his entire body buzzing with excitement despite the early hour. He couldn't stop grinning as he adjusted his wedding ring, still marveling at its presence on his finger. He was a married man now. He had a husband. The reality of it all felt surreal, so different from anything he had ever pictured for himself and yet so incredibly right.

As he stood there, lost in his thoughts, Tommy's voice cut through his reverie. "Uber's here, sweetheart. Are you ready to go?" Tommy asked, his own eyes shining with joy and love, despite the slight bags under them from the previous night's celebration.

Buck turned to face his husband - his husband! - and felt his heart swell even more. Tommy looked adorably rumpled in his travel clothes, his hair still mussed from sleep.

"On our honeymoon?" Buck replied, his voice filled with enthusiasm and a touch of playful suggestiveness. "Hell yeah, I'm ready!"

He reached out, intertwining his fingers with Tommy's, feeling the matching ring on his husband's hand. The simple touch sent a thrill through him, a reminder of the commitment they had made to each other just hours ago.

As they made their way out of their house, dragging their suitcases behind them, Buck couldn't help but steal glances at Tommy. This was the start of their new life together, and he couldn't wait to see what adventures lay ahead.

"I love you, Mr. Kinard," Buck murmured as they approached the waiting car.

Tommy squeezed his hand, his smile radiant despite the early morning hour. "I love you too, Mr. Kinard."

As they settled into the back seat of the Uber, Buck's grin widened even further. He turned to Tommy, his eyes sparkling with amazement.

"I can't believe I'm actually Evan Kinard now," he said, his voice filled with wonder and joy.

Tommy reached over, taking Buck's hand in his own. "Believe it, baby. You're stuck with me now," he teased gently.

Buck squeezed Tommy's hand, his expression growing soft. "Stuck with you? More like the luckiest man alive."

The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a small smile on his face. "Newlyweds, huh?"

"That obvious?" Buck laughed, not taking his eyes off Tommy.

"Just married yesterday," Tommy confirmed, his thumb absently rubbing over Buck's wedding ring.

"Congratulations," the driver said warmly. "Where to? Airport, I'm guessing?"

"Yep," Buck nodded, finally tearing his gaze away from his husband. "LAX, please. We've got a honeymoon to get to."

As the car pulled away from the curb, Buck leaned into Tommy's side, resting his head on his shoulder. The reality of his new name, his new life, washed over him again.

Buck's eyes lit up as he remembered something. "Oh, I had Bobby put in the order for new turnouts. Can't wait to have our name on the back."

Tommy's smile grew even wider. "Really? That's amazing, Ev. It's going to be something else seeing 'Kinard' on your back at calls."

"I know, right?" Buck said excitedly. "They're actually going to say E. Kinard, but still, it's like another way of showing the world we're a team now. In everything."

The driver glanced at them in the rearview mirror, a curious smile on his face. "Firefighters, huh?"

"That's right," Tommy confirmed proudly. "Both of us."

"Wow," the driver said, impressed. "A firefighter couple. That's pretty cool."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Tommy, and he chuckled. "You know, people are going to be so confused by Buck Kinard. Your nickname isn't gonna make sense anymore."

Buck's eyes widened as the realization hit him. He laughed, shaking his head. "Oh man, you're right! I didn't even think about that. Buck Kinard... it does sound a bit odd, doesn't it?"

"Maybe we should've hyphenated after all," Tommy teased. "Buck Kinard-Buckley at least keeps the connection."

Buck playfully nudged Tommy's shoulder. "Nah, I already love being a Kinard. Plus, can you imagine how long that would be on a turnout coat?"

"Well," Buck continued, "I guess I'll just have to explain it a lot. 'Yes, I'm Buck. No, it's not short for Buckley anymore. It's a long story, want to hear about how I met the love of my life?'"

Tommy squeezed Buck's hand, his eyes soft with affection. "I love the sound of that story."

As the car continued its journey to the airport, Buck and Tommy fell into a comfortable silence, both imagining the first time they'd see Buck in his new turnouts, 'E.Kinard' proudly displayed for all to see. It was just one more symbol of their new life together, a life they were both eager to begin.

"I can't wait to be on the beach with you," Buck said, his voice soft but filled with anticipation.

Tommy's expression softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "Me neither, sweetheart. Just you, me, and the ocean."

Buck leaned in closer, resting his head on Tommy's shoulder. "No emergencies, no alarms, no schedules. Just us, relaxing and enjoying being newlyweds."

"Sounds perfect," Tommy murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of Buck's head. "Though knowing us, we'll probably end up rescuing someone from a rip current or something."

Buck chuckled. "Probably. But hey, that's who we are. Kinards to the rescue, on duty or off."

As the car made its way through the early morning traffic, the couple fell into a comfortable silence, both lost in thoughts of sun, sand, and the start of their new life together. The excitement of their honeymoon ahead mixed with the joy of their recent wedding, creating a bubble of happiness around them as they headed towards the airport and the beginning of their next adventure.

As the car pulled up to the departures terminal at LAX, the driver turned to them with a warm smile.

"Here we are," he announced. "Have a great honeymoon, guys."

Buck and Tommy shared a look, their excitement apparent as the reality of their trip set in.

"Thanks so much," Buck said, his smile bright as he reached for the door handle.

Tommy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, thank you for the ride and the well wishes."

As they climbed out of the car, the driver helped them retrieve their luggage from the trunk. Buck couldn't help but bounce a little on his feet, his energy infectious.

"Ready for this, Mr. Kinard?" Tommy asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as he took hold of his suitcase.

Buck's grin widened even further, if that was possible. "More than ready, Mr. Kinard. Let's go start our honeymoon."

With a final wave to their driver, the newlyweds made their way into the bustling airport, hand in hand. The noise and crowd of the terminal couldn't dampen their spirits as they headed towards check-in, both of them buzzing with the anticipation of the journey ahead - not just their honeymoon, but the lifetime they were about to embark on together.

As they disappeared into the crowd, their matching rings glinted in the early morning sunlight streaming through the airport windows, a small but significant symbol of the new chapter they were beginning.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 10

Warnings: severe touch starvation, forced living weapon/fighter, captive living weapon, war, bleeding & bullet wounds

Whumpee jumped in his skin as the door to his prison suddenly came banging open, a heavily bleeding figure stumbling in.

He was shocked to see it was Flint, covered in blood and deep injuries, barely standing as he hobbled and stumbled over to the wall Whumpee was pinned against.

"We're under attack," Flint coughed, and blood spattered the concrete in front of him from his mouth. And to his amazement, Flint started uncuffing him, fumbling with a key in hands made slippery with his own blood. He ripped the muzzle off next, throwing it to the side, and Whumpee was too stunned to move, unsure what to do.

Flint stood trembling in front of him, bleeding heavily and eyes wild with terror as he coughed more blood on the floor. "Weapon... it's Leader's men. They're invading, and making their way to the North end of the facility, which is where the children and mothers are kept." His gaze was desperate and pleading as he looked at Whumpee, so different from the cold, collected general Whumpee had seen before.

"Myra is there," Flint choked out. "I might be making the biggest mistake in history right now by letting you out, but..." He shoved something large into Whumpee's hands, and Whumpee realized it was his fighting blades, sheaths and all. "We need Weapon. You might go back to Leader's side for all I know and kill us all, but I'm desperate. We are badly losing this fight. Please, Weapon... save us. Save Myra. You said you were tired of all the fighting and killing... if you help my men stop this senseless slaughter, fight one last time, then you will be free. I swear upon my life I will never force you to be a weapon like Leader has, and you will have your freedom back. I will not chain you again.”

Whumpee glanced from the daggers he'd been handed to Flint's face, searching for a trick... but he found none. "...Which way is North?"

"Right outside this room if you take a left then you'll be facing the right way," Flint wheezed breathlessly. "And take this too--" he shed his own protective vest and offered it to the living weapon, which had a few holes and blood spatters on it. But it was better than no protection at all.

Whumpee put it on, despite it being a few sizes too small for his tall, muscular form. "...You really trust me already?"

"No, I don't. But... I don't exactly have a choice, now, do I?" Flint rasped. "If you go out there right now, you're going to be fighting against your own team, killing off your allies. Do you think you can handle that?"

"They're not my allies anymore," Whumpee answered with venom. He remembered everything Leader had taken from him now, bits and pieces of memory slowly coming back.

And Myra... she needed help. And if it took him being the cold-hearted Weapon again, then he'd willingly play the role of the killing machine one last time. To save her. And... because he was beginning to realize more and more that maybe the enemy Leader had been pitting him against were actually the good guys all along.

Flint wiped blood from his brow with the back of his sleeve, breathing harsh and ragged. But his eyes were fiery with determination. "Then go out there... and do what you were trained to do, Weapon. Wreak chaos, and show no mercy," he growled. "I'll rejoin the fight as soon as I can once I get more ammo -- Leader's ambush took us all by surprise, and none of us were armed or ready for it.”

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[vidavalor]

I don’t see the alleged handholding on the bus. I don’t. I’m sorry. I’ve watched it so many times. I want to see it. I see Aziraphale’s hand going towards Crowley, but I don’t see any motion from Crowley that suggests he’s holding Aziraphale’s hand.

Are we really, really, REALLY sure they’re holding hands?

Hi there. 💕 Yep. Well, I am, anyway, and I'm happy to share why. I have watermelon salad to share tonight. Ahhh, summer... 🍉

I don't want to assume anything but I've seen the "Crowley doesn't react so they aren't holding hands" comment places before and what I think keeps people from seeing it is the idea that they think that Crowley should have some kind of big reaction because they think this is new. It's not. We aren't watching the very first time that they ever hold hands; we're watching a long-time couple familiar with doing so.

If this were the very first time Aziraphale had ever taken Crowley's hand then I could see why you're saying there should be some kind of reaction. We'd expect him to glance over or for his arm to be seen moving a bit from what of it we could see. On the other hand, if you look at the scene with a different perspective-- one assuming that they're already in a place where holding hands is not unfamiliar territory-- then the whole moment is really set up to reinforce that through showing how comfortable Crowley is with what's happening.

Crowley doesn't have to turn to Aziraphale right away in surprise and we don't need to see his head or arm move because all that's really likely happening is that Crowley is letting Aziraphale hold his hand right where it is resting on his thigh. Maybe he's turned his hand a little to thread their fingers together. Maybe he's just rubbing a thumb over Aziraphale's. We wouldn't see that from our angle because it would just be movement from his wrist down... and that seems to me to be the point of how the scene was shot. The outside view of the bus at this moment exactly? An angle designed to intimate to us that hands are being held and that it is not a rare or new event.

Think about it this way: if they never had held hands before, is Aziraphale just going to take his hand on this bus out of nowhere? Probably not. Is Crowley just going to sit there if Aziraphale did? Probably not. We get two or so seconds after Aziraphale takes his hand before the bus finishes moving out of the frame wherein we could have been shown Crowley having a more surprised reaction if that was what the scene was trying to say but we didn't see one because it seems like that is not what is being said with the scene.

Aziraphale's movements are familiar; he already knows he's permitted to take Crowley's hand whenever he likes and that they both find it comforting. Not only have they just been through all sorts of exhausting craziness over the last few days but Aziraphale was discorporated. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to get his body back or how and this is basically the first moment they are alone enough to touch since Adam gave Aziraphale back his body. The hand holding then is a way of showing that Aziraphale needs to both feel grounded in his own body and to touch Crowley (not totally separate things, really...). That speaks to long-time coupledom to me more than it does to something new. If you look at the scene from the perspective that they're already together (just as if you look at most of the series from that perspective), you'll see a lot of subtle things just like this scene that reinforce the idea.

I wrote some stuff awhile back that you can find here about the connections between this scene and the flashback one on the bus earlier in S1 that also might help show how that they're sitting together and holding hands in this scene is set up by the earlier scene, should you be interested in that. Also: the "magic hands" massage joke would also suggest that holding hands in S1's present wouldn't be considered unusual. I think that if they've been making love since ancient Rome, as I wrote about the show suggesting here, liking to hold hands isn't too surprising but I understand from where your doubts are coming. Hope this helps. 💕

[vulpixisananimal]

(Siffrin) {Mal Du Pays} <Null> |Asterion| [Loop] [(Saffron)] [Takes place after ACT 2] [A mini story with Muenos, from @neoncityrain]

[Warning for self harm and abuse under the cut.]

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

(Romeo and Juliet. You knew the play well, you've seen it quite a few times in fact! Well, you THINK so, anyways.)

(Yourself, Mira, Isabeau, and Ramos got seats near the front. Special guests, and all that. It was no use trying to pay for tickets or anything like that. The "Saviors of Vaugard" didn't pay for anything anymore.)

<Just accept it already and watch the play.>

"I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu. Anon, good nurse."

(The actors playing as Romeo and Juliet were good. The first was the spitting image of some great romantic heartthrob. The second looked thin and gentle, kind, with a very deliberate voice.)

(Apparently this troupe used to travel around, but settled down here a few years ago, so they all must have had a lot of practice. Maybe you should ask about where they've been when you g-)

<The smile's fake.>

(What?)

<Juliets smile. It's fake.>

(Of course it is! she's an actor!)

<I know that, idiot. What I mean is that there's acting, and there's repression.>

"Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little; I will come again."

(You try and get a better look at the actor playing Juliet. The smile IS fake. It's a very, very familiar kind of fake. You shudder.)

>>>

"Saviors! Again thank you so much for coming to see our little performance!" (The Man in Charge of the place wanted to meet your little group after the show. You all said your hellos, but you kept to the back. There was something about his boastfulness that put you off.)

(Everyone was milling about in the lobby after the show. Some of the actors had come out to chat but you looked around for one specific face. Are you sure the smile was fake?)

<Almost positive.>

(You waited, listening to the crowd, drifting off to the side, trying to keep unseen. By the sound of it, everyone liked the play. You did too, of course.)

<There.>

(You glance over and, yes, there he, she? The person is standing near the entrance to backstage, they couldn't be more than. . . 20? Their hands behind their back, still half in costume, and smiling.)

<"Smiling">

(A few audience members went up to them and talked, but you waited for your moment. Waited untill they drifted away. . . Now. You swiftly walk to the actor.)

(They look.) ". . Oh, hello! You are one of the saviors, aren't you?"

"Oh how did you know?" (You say in an overly sarcastic voice.) "Siffrin, He/they, it's a pleasure."

"Muenos. . . She/her. It's good to meet you."

<That was a very notable pause. Make a joke, Siffrin.>

(Easy.) "Y'know I really like plays, I get to meet some very good actors."

". . . Oh really?" <The smile still seems fake.>

"Yeah, I even met a famous mime once, they gave me some good words of advice."

"Oh? What did they say?"

"Well they said ' '"

<Muenos blinks, pauses, takes a second to process it, then begins to laugh softly into their hand. Look, smile, that's their actual smile.>

(Why are you so obsessed with how someone SMILES?)

<. . . Intuition.>

>>>

<Second showing. This time, you were here alone.>

"I come anon.—But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee—"

<Muenos, the actor playing Juliet, they were smiling just like before. Fake. Inauthentic. To the audience, it was perfect. To an actor, it was obvious.>

<You dressed differently. No eyepatch, hair up, different clothes. Different lighter clothes; good for movement.>

{Outfit.}

<. . . You're right. Her outfit changed. Longer sleeves, covering more skin. She didn't have that scarf before either.>

{Curious, why change between showings? What about Romeo?}

<. . . I think it's the same as the first night. Why would. . .>

{. . .}

{. . . You tug at your own sleeves.}

>>>

<We're agreed?>

{For once.}

<It was after the show, again. Everyone was mingling, talking. Everyone was busy, noisy. You scan the croud, looking for that actor. . . . There.>

<You see Muenos in the middle of a crowd of people, a hand on her shoulder. The owner of that hand was the Man in Charge. Both had very, very fake smiles.>

{Bad.}

<Agreed. What do we do. We can't talk to her privatly like this.>

{. . . Investigate. We're a rogue, after all. You slip away, finding a door backstage. With your current outfit you could move around easily. Lightless. Cool. You hated it.}

<Really? You aren't THAT sensitive, are you?>

{I am. You continue, ducking into hiding spots when hearing voices, navigating the cluttered corridors.}

<Greenroom should be. . . Left.>

{Left. Stagehands were clearing away a few things, but most were taking a break or mingling in the lobby. A very good time for some tresspasing. Ah, that might be the greenroom.}

{You turn the door handle slowly, it opens, and you dont hear anyone on the other side. You open it, slip insde, and close it. The room has mirrors and lights. Outfits, bags, personal belongings, the usual mess you'd find in a greenroom. At the back was a claust where the shows outfits were kept.}

(What are you two- oh! You're doing that plan we talked about?)

<Not now, Siffrin. Look around, which station is Muenos'?>

{You made it quick, going station by station to find anything significant. Makeup, foundation, fabric scissors, water, tonics, first aid supplies, hair pins- wait.}

<First aid in the greenroom?>

(I guess someone had a fashion disaster.)

{Ha ha. . . You check the trash can. There's an empty bottle, it's labled as a sour tonic. Healing. You stick a pinkie in the bottle and take it out, still wet.}

<The first aid?>

{You check the kit next, gauze, rubbing alchahol, dissenfectant. Hmm, You'd need to cut off a strip of gauze, you check the fabric scissors. . . There's a single thick thread caught in it. You take it and check it with the gauze and it matches.}

<They wouldn't have fabric scissors in here anyway. That's for the costuming department. The only reason they'd have these here is for an emergency. So someone must have brought it here, maybe in a rush.>

(There's voices down the hall, hide!)

{You were already on it, you rushed to the closit and stepped inside.}

<. . . . . The voices got closer.>

<. . . . . . Focus. . . . . .>

<. . . The door handle turned, and the door swung open. You hear two pairs of footsteps, one much heavier than the other. The door closes, you hear a click of a lock.>

"Shirt off, now." <The voice says, commandingly.>

"Yes, sir." <Came the reply, that was Muenos' voice.>

(What could-)

<Quiet! You hear the ruffling of fabric, a sharp inhale, a pause. . . Then a slap.>

"You idiot! You did that on purpos didn't you!" <The commanding. . . No, that was the Man in Charge.> "You nearly ruined the whole show!"

"Yes, sir."

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" <There's a pause. You feel a rage building up.> "I'm not going to let you ruin me like this! Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"If I see marks like those on your wrist again, I'll-"

<There's a knock on the door. The Man in Charge huffs, and goes to it, unlock, the door opens.> "What is it!"

"There's some people who want to see you, sir! Something about hiring the troupe?"

"Oh why didn't you say sooner! I'll be right back, Muenos, don't go anywhere."

<You hear the door close.>

<You felt cold, unending, rage.>

{You felt cruel, protective, destructive.}

(You felt. . . Disgusted. Horrified. . .)

<There's shuffling, a shakey sigh, and- wait. Siffrin, you're up.>

(I- Before you could respond, Null was walking the body out of the closit. Muenos was holding the fabric scissors, blades open. Her head whipped around to look at you- oh because I'M the only one who can talk to people! Great!)

". . . You know those are made for cloth, not you, right?" (You attempt to joke.)

<Terrible, Siffrin.>

"I. . . What are, you-"

"Oh I got a backstage pass!" (You smile cheekily and walk towards her.) "Y'know anyone can get a backstage pass if you're sneaky enough."

"You broke in?"

"Nah, the door was open so I just let myself in."

"But, that-"

(You put a finger to your lips, and let your smile drop.) "Muenos, I might have lost an eye, but I'm not deaf or blind. Do you need me to get you out of here?"

(Muenos stares at you for what seems like a long, long time. Was she stunned? Surprised? Thinking this was all a dream?)

". . . . . I'm. . . . Fine."

"Muenos. That man slapped you."

"It's, fine. I likely deserved it anyway."

"Why in all the stars in the sky would you deserve it!"

"I hurt myself, I hurt myself badly. Only an idiot would do that-"

(You don't even hesitate. You hold up your arm, roll up your sleeve, and take your glove off.)

". . . ." (She's staring at the familiar marks on your arm.)

". . . . Guess that makes two idiots."

(She takes a second, then looks down at her feet. Scissors back on the table, arms behind her back.) ". . . You don't need to help me. I'm sure you have much more important things to do."

"Muenos-" (STARS is this what it's like trying to talk to you when you're like this?) "The country's already saved, Muenos. Why wouldn't I help out a lover of jokes?"

". . . But I'm just. . ."

"What, a nobody?" (You laugh a little.) "It doesn't have to stay like that, Muenos."

". . ." (Muenos sniffs, and looks back up. You can tell she's trying hard to hold back tears.) ". . . . Please get me out of here."

"Consider it done." (You hold your arms open. After a second of hesitation, Muenos hugs you.)

". . . Thank you, Siffrin."

"Don't mention it!" (You pull away from the hug.) "Now, here's the plan-"

>>>

"It's almost time~" [You were sitting in a horse-led cart near to the theater with Ramos, Pétronille, and Bonnie. Isa, Odile, and Mirabelle had all gone to the third and final showing together a couple hours ago, so the play would finish up soon. All of your belongings were packed up, and the sun had set ages ago.]

[Mira, Isa, and Odile would arrive for the play and play up the excitment. With any luck this would drive the Man in Charge to put all their focus on them. Letting Muenos return to the green room after the show. From there, you and Ramos would. . .]

"Let's go." <You get up, and hop off the cart, Ramos joins you.> "We'll be back soon."

"Good luck!" <Nille grins and gives a two finger salute, and Bonnie a thumbs up.> "Or should I say break a leg."

<The two of you rushed around the side of the theater to a side door, locked. No issue, it wasn't an openphrase, so you got a few tools out and got to work while Ramos made sure you weren't interrupted.>

". . . . Y'know. ." <Ramos says quietly.> "I was being trained to stop breaking and entering, not join in."

<That got a laugh out of you.> "Were you also trained not to mind control people?"

"Surprisingly, no." <They pause for a moment.> ". . . Null."

"Mm?" <You don't look up.>

". . . I'm sorry."

<You pause for half a second, then continue.> ". . For what."

"For causing, all of that trouble in Jouvente."

". . ." <You consider this.> ". . . Why Siffrin?"

"H-huh?"

"Why Siffrin, why are you interested in them?"

"O-oh! Uh, w-well. . . I mean they're-"

<They were cut off by a click and the door swinging open.> "Answer later." <Was all you said before you dashed into the building.>

<You hurried through the halls once again. It was much harder, now. You had to wait more. Hide more. It was busy, there was a play being performed and everyone was focused on making it perfect. Step by step you got deeper into the heart of the theater until. . .>

<You heard a roar of applause from the distant audience. That must be the show. Things were about to get interesting. You saw stagehands rushing, there was a lul, maybe if you->

<Ramos tugged on your cloak, they whisper.> "We don't need to risk it, we can wait here."

[They have a point, unfortunatly.]

<. . . . Fine. You wanted to get this done, but, fine. You retreat back to the corner you found and waited.>

<First came the wave of actors who wanted to get out of costume, then those same actors heading either to home or the lobby. You wait just a bit longer untill most people were caught up in the after show glow, then you and Ramos are off once again.>

<You got to the green room, putting an ear to the door, you didn't hear anyone. You start to ope->

"Someone's asleep inside." <Ramos whispers to you. You look back with a Look, they tap their head.>

<You huff, standing and backing up a few steps before glaring at Ramos.> ". . . You're practicing that, aren't you."

<They look away.> ". . . If we're, going to be fighting those two then. . ."

"Good." <You nod.>

[Traitor.]

<They have a point, unfortunatly.>

<You hear footsteps coming down the hall, the two of you duck to the side, waiting to see who it is. The figure turns a corner, it's Muenos. She looks frazzled, with bags under her eyes>

[You step out and wave her over, she lights up a little and walks faster, stopping in front of the greenroom door.]

<You talk in an overly joking voice.> "Romeo oh Romeo, shall we make haste and leave this vile place?" <You're not sure if it was you or Loop doing the talking, but it doesn't matter.>

<That got a little laugh from Muenos.> "Juliet, Juliet, oh It is true, I have to say. I'm sick of this stupid play."

[That got you and Ramos to burst out laughing before you hushed yourselves.]

"Got everything you need? Muenos, right? I'm Ramos" <Ramos asks.>

<Muenos nod.> "I have everything, good to meet you Ramos."

". . . Not even a bag?" <Ramos looked concerend.> "Legal documents, memerobilia, clothes?"

<Muenos shook her head.>

[. . Ramos did say they ran away from their origonal family. . .]

<. . Right.> "Let's move then. Quickly. Take my hand."

<You hold a hand out for Muenos, they hesitate for a moment, but take it. The three of you were off like an arrow.>

[Down the hall, take a left, right, straight on, down those stairs. You had memorized this place already. Had all that wandering through The House finally payed off? Ha! You're leading, Ramos taking the rear, and Muenos safe between the two of you. You were almost there, just round a corner and-]

<You nearly bump into a random actor who was coming back from the Lobby. They take a step back, looking confused between you all.> ". . . Hey this area's for staff y'know"

<Fast talk.> "Ah, sorry, we were just, exploring!"

"Well explore somewhere else- Muenos? What are you doing-"

<Ramos pushes past you and rushes at the actor, before they can yell, Ramos plants two fingers on their temple.>

[. . . . . You smell mint.]

[. . . . . Ramos takes their hand away after a minute, the actor blinks, then smiles.]

"Oh uh. . . Sorry, had a brain hickup. You guys go on break, but not too long! Going to be all stagehands on deck to get everything cleaned up!"

[And with that they just. . . Walk away. You turn to Ramos.]

". . . Sorry."

[It takes all you have not to slap them right now. Later. You'll chew them out later.] ". . Let's keep going."

[The three of you make it to the door you entered in through. Nille was at the cart ready and waiting. You jump in, helping Muenos up. Ramos waited until you were both in to get in. You turn to Nille.] "Mission accomplished~"

"Crab yeah!" [She grinned and waved to Bonnie, who you could see waiting by the door to the theater.]

[Bonnie poked their head in the door and you could hear their yelling from here.] "'BELL, 'ZA, 'DILE!! CAN WE CRABBIN' GO ALREADY?!?"

[The perfect excuse to make a rushed exit, an angry pre-teen. Right on cue, the rest of your family left the theater and rushed over as casually as they could manage.]

[As soon as everyone was in you turned to Nille, but she was already ahead of you. With a tug of the reigns you were off! You were leaving this town today anyways, so the plan was perfect~]

[You all let out a collective sigh of relief.]

"I almost ran out of things to talk about. . ." [Mirabelle was bouncing her leg.]

"Really? I thought that was impossible!" [Nille called back.]

"It was very impressive to watch. " [Odile rubbed her eyes.]

"It's alright, I was ready to jump in at the costume design!" [Isa chucked, and leaned over to put an arm around you.]

"Of course you would my Giant~ You all did very well!" [You giggle.]

"Did'ya like my yelling 'Lulu?" [Bonnie was grinning.]

"Oh it was very impressive, a shout to pierce eardrums!" [You glance up at Ramos.] ". . . Thanks for the quick thinking. Ramos."

". . Don't mention it. I won't make it a habit." [They rub their neck.]

[You glance over, Muenos hasn't said a word. She was, staring at you all. Shocked? Surprised? Emotional? You passed the limits of the town and into the woods.]

[. . . Blind it all.] ". . . . It's wonderful to meet you, Muenos, you can call me Loop, they/them.~" [You wink.] "Me and dear Siffrin have joint custody of this body."

[ After a pause, Isa holds out a hand with a smile.] "Isabeau, he/him. Local big buff man here to help!"

"Odile, she/her."

"Mirabelle, she/her, are you okay? You're not hurt are you?"

"Ramos, they/them, if you need anything let me know, okay?"

"Bonnie!! Uhm, they/them. Do you like chilli? 'cause I'm making chilli at camp!!"

"Nille, she/her! I'm Bonnie's big sis, and if anyone tries anything with ya I'll bonk em!"

[Muenos looks at all of you on turn, you could tell that she's, barely keeping it together. She sinks down into her seat.]

"Muenos. And, she. . . ." [They pause to think.]

"Figurin' it out still?" [Nille calls from the front.] "Relax! We ain't like those crabbin' losers."

". . ." [They look away.]

". . . Do you want me to do your hair?" [Mira asked, Muenos nods, and she's off, digging out a brush.]

[You slowly see their shoulders relax. Oh stars, look at them. They were still wearing the underclothes of their outfit. You undo your cloak and quickly wrap it around them.] "Here, I'll want it back."

[They look up at you.] ". . . . I. . . T-thank you. . ."

"Here!!" [Bonnie hands Muenos some dried apricots. They take it shakily. No, they were crying.]

". . . You okay, Muenos?" [Isa asks.]

"why. . ." [They take a Shakey breath.] "Why are, you, being so kind to me?"

"Well. . . Why wouldn't we?"

"But, I'm, I'm just a nobody. You didn't need to risk yourself for. . ."

"If we didn't step in to save an abused actor then what sort of saviors would we be?" [Odile speaks up.] "I know personally I would have done a bit more than a little kidnapping."

"What, Arson?" [Ramos asks. Odile just smiles back.] ". . . Madame-"

"I didn't say anything."

"That's what's concerning, Madame!"

[You all laugh a bit. Muenos is still crying, but, they're smiling a bit. Between the apricot, cloak, and Mira combing their hair, they were calming down.] ". . . Mirabelle?"

"Yes Muenos?"

". . . Could you. . ." [They take a deep, deep breath.] ". . . Please cut my hair short."

"Oh!!!! S-sure!!" [After a moment, she dug in her bag and got some scissors. You all watched in anticipation, snip, snip, snip. . .]

". . . There!" [She reaches into her bag again and hands Muenos a mirror.] "Is that good?"

[You knew the look in Muenos' eyes. They were wide, tearing up again, and, they were smiling.]

". . . . It's, thank you, Mirabelle, i-its perfect!"

"Oh! I'm so glad!!" [Mira flapped her hands excitedly.] "So! Do you, maybe want to talk about pronouns? Maybe we could help figure it out!"

". . . N-no I, I have it." [Muenos looks down, still smiling.] ". . . Muenos. . . . Ah, he, him?"

[The cheers from everyone in the cart could probably be heard for miles. Your journey to the next town would only take a day or two. After that, though? Who knew. So, you start to spend the time in what fun ways you can, and what's better than swapping stories?]

[This is going to be a very long, very fun night.]

[satureja13]

It was still pouring when Rubyn returned from the Moisture Farm. And so they moved the fireplace under the Wings of the Millennium Falcon to stay dry. But the wood was already damp, as damped as their mood. Tiny Can left the planet, the Boys, a lot of questions and his transmitter behind - to get lost in space. But why? Why steal money to pay for their school fees if they could have handled it with the loan? And why - oh why did he have to leave the planet (and the transmitter)? How are they supposed to track him down now? They don't have the money to charter a ship and a crew to follow him! As if he knew it! (Of course he does, he knows the Boys better than they know themselves...)

That was a lot of commotion - and a lot to compute - for one day and the others went to sleep soon. Rubyn: "I'm going to make a call tomorrow morning. Maybe I can wing something. I'm not going to let another bot getting corrupted by the dark side. Not under my watch." Jack, always on the bright side of life: "That would be awesome. At least we won't get arrested for allowing Tiny Can to steal all that money when we're lost in space..."

After the others left, Sai allowed himself to break down and cry. Theres's nothing Jack and Sai haven't seen from each other so he's not ashame showing himself at his worst to Jack, his oldest friend: "It's all over now." Jack: "You heard what Rubyn said. It ain't over 'til it's over, hm? Let's sleep on it and tomorrow the world looks brighter." Sai sobbed: "As if I could sleep now."

With no hope of getting some sleep anytime soon, Jack tries to comfort Sai with his universal remedy: good ole distraction. Jack: "Hey, let's browse the latest games! We missed out almost a year of great releases!" Sai sniffled: "O - ok..." And as soon as Jack opened gleam, their gaming portal, Sai smiled again. They love their games and they really missed some stunning new releases. Jack: "Let's see. What are the most promising ones for us?" They looked through the lists of games with the most positive reviews and Jack put some auspicious candidates on his wishlist. They discussed the pro and cons and which one to choose first...

... until... Gods, Tiny Can had the audacity to release the Therapy Game! And what's with that stupid description?! Clearly written by an AI!

The game that almost killed Ji Ho! And that was when Sai's fuses blew too... Sai: "Take that off! We can't let him hurt innocent people!" Jack tried. But gleam wouldn't let him remove the Therapy Game from the store. Of course not. One can not just simply take games off of gleam.

Sai's screaming woke the others and they gathered around the server where Sai had developed the Therapy Game together with Tiny Can. And where he now frantically tries to stop it. In vain. Access denied. Even though Sai was the co-developer! But canny Tiny Can Ltd has all the rights reserved. Sai is so upset, his hands are shaking: "This little piece of junk!" Poor Jack tried to qualify - because he is still convinced his little friend only ever tried to help them: "Sai, look - the game has 93% overwhelmingly positive reviews! No one complained. Tiny Can must have improved the game before release. We left him July 21st and release was August 22nd. He had a month to modify it. And now we know that he didn't steal the money! It's from the sales! I think he did something meaningful for our community. To help other creatures out there who suffer - and don't know what to do. Just like us. Look at all the comments!" And Jack was right. The reviews were all about how happy the players are with the Therapy Game. How much their lives had improved. But Jeb shot Jack a glance - now is not the time to come to Tiny Can's defense...

There is nothing they can do right now anyway - so Jeb took Sai to their tent. Jeb tries a different approach instead: "We will find him. And then you can dismantle him and stomp his filthy circuit board into the ground, hm?"

Sai tightened his grip around Jeb's firm, muscular chest, buried his face in the crease of Jeb's neck, inhaled deeply and sighed: "I love you." Jeb, pulling Sai even closer: "I know." Sai snorted out a laugh. (I wonder if Jack's Romantium orb is still stashed under Sai's bed. And if that's the reason he was able to calm down so quickly ^^')

'… So many tears I've cried So much pain inside But baby, it ain't over 'til it's over So many years we've tried To keep our love alive But baby, it ain't over 'til it's over

… How many times did we give up But we always worked things out And all my doubts and fear kept me wondering, yeah If I'd always, always be in love'

Lenny Kravitz - It ain't over 'til it's over

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Jack and Sai being so fed up with broken, annoying high maintenance bots...

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Skirt lifter (Chapter 12)

Genre: High-school au, slow burning love, fluff, mention of mature language (+14)

Pairing: non idol Park Seonghwa x fem named reader

Summary: In which Park Seonghwa is accused of being a pervert.

Word count: 1.9k

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I laid down on the grass groaning, not caring of the others look at me weirdly. I enjoy the sun and the quiet of the place for a moment, today was an exhausting morning.

"You look like you're about to die."

"That's because I am." I replied still laying on the grass.

Wooyoung sit next to me, he didn't said anything for a while just watching something from afar. I sit down and looked what he was was looking.

There was a basketball game and the players were Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Yunho and other people, Yeosang was cheering for them and I smiled internally he is so cute.

"You don't wanna play?" I asked after a while of being in silence.

"Nah, it's boring." He shook his head. "You should come to the party."

"If you're here by Seonghwa's request, you can tell him to go to..." Wooyoung laughed.

"I'm here on my own." He replied still laughing. "We'll be there too so it's gonna be fun."

"You and I have different meaning of having fun, besides I don't know the celebrant and I wasn't invited."

"That's why we're inviting you. So what do you say?"

"I don't know." I mumbled and he pouted.

"At least think about it, the party is next week so you have plenty of time."

☆☆☆☆☆

In our third day here, each team had the task to scout 20 pounds of fruits all over the area. Supposedly, this activity will challenge our abilities to work with what we have, for a moment it seems fair until San showed us the paper that he pulled out.

"How can you choose peanuts out of all the fruits here?" Hongjoong massage his nose bridge. "How unlucky are you San."

"Now we have to scrounge for fucking peanuts?" I frowned looking at the paper with 'peanuts' write in.

"I'm sorry." San mumbled sitting on the floor.

Hongjoong and I exchange glances, feeling a little guilty for what he said to San, it wasn't his fault it was just luck what paper you take so we can blame him.

20 minutes later

I'm carrying 20 pounds of peanuts after been digging through the dirt for an hour. I willed myself to the common room while struggling to lift the basket of fruit.

"Peanuts?" Seonghwa asked looking at my basket.

"Peanuts."

"I got watermelon."

"I hate San." I said feeling jealous that Seonghwa didn't have to go through dirt.

"As you should." He replied and natched the peanut basket. "Where are they, isn't it supposed to be a group task?"

"San slipped and sprained his ankle and Hongjoong took him to the infirmary."

"Well, that suck Pororo." He laughed.

"Don't you have anything better to do Seonghwa?" I rolled my eyes.

"What's better than annoying you?" He smiled and continued walking. "Have you changed your mind about been my date?"

"I have actually."

"And?"

"I realized that I haven't expressed how much I don't want to go with you." He leave the basket on a table.

"What can I do to change your mind Pororo?" He pouted at me.

"Open all of these peanuts." I signaled the basket.

"You promise?" He asked excitedly.

"Sure, while you're on it peel the skin of the peanuts too." I said sarcastically and leave the room.

☆☆☆☆☆

After confirm with the teacher that we had already complete our task, I paid a visit to San at the infirmary to deliver the news to him.

I thought that Seonghwa will come along, but after I leave him in the room he disappeared.

"Hey." I open the door and look a San, he looked like a sad kitty. "You good?"

"Yeah a little sore but thanks for asking." He mumbled sad.

"Don't worry, I finish the activity. You can call me a peanut Master now." San let out a cute laugh. "Where's Hongjoong?"

"He went informed the teacher about what happened. I'm sorry that you had to do the task alone." He mumbled playing with his fingers without looking at me.

"It's fine, seeing you fell down, was an entertaining thing." I teased him and he smiled.

"I'm gonna let that since I can see how you work hard based on the dirt in your nails." He pointed at my hands.

"Yeah, I have tried to remove it, but I couldn't."

Suddenly, San look though the drawer next to him, looking for something and he pulls out a needle.

"Hand." He signaled my hand.

"I'm not a dog." He laughed and take my hand. "Prick me and I'll give you a bruise worse that Seonghwa."

"Don't worry I got it." He replied and focused on his task.

"Wow, you're really good."

"I should be, my older sister makes me clean and painted her nails all the time."

That statement makes my heart warm, brothers helping their sisters doing stuff with her. The closest to a brother that I have is Jongho and he was way afar from that, the door open again making the both of us look.

"Hey, Minseo." Hongjoong greeted and some people were behind him.

Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang entered the room settled themselves around San's bed asking if he was feeling good and I smile of how they care for him.

"We appreciate you finishing up the task." Hongjoong mentioned "How can we repay you?"

"Forget it, it's done now."

"But..."

"Where's Seonghwa?" San asked

"He said he'll visit you later, he said he has something to do." Wooyoung answered.

"Doing what?" Yunho asked.

"I don't know, but he had a basket of peanuts with him and he was cracking them." The red hair boy explained confused.

I felt that it was my responsibility to look for Seonghwa and check why he was a real dummy for doing that stupid task that I told him.

"Leaving since Seonghwa isn't here?" Yeosang asked teasing me.

"Please, he's the last person I want to see." I lied looking at the room.

"You're a terrible liar like Seonghwa." San mentioned and shook his head.

"I'm not, I was just planning to take a shower."

"Sure." The five boys said nodding their heads.

"He's in our room, it's the room #10." Wooyoung mentioned and I just nodded.

I reached to the sleeping quarters, going to the boys floor were some guys approached and started whispering lookingbat me but I ignored and continued my way searching Seonghwa's room.

"Someone's gonna get some." A boy whispererd out loud so I can hear him and I just rolled my eyes.

Finally, I reached the room#10, I was about to knock when I noticed the door was cracked open.

I took a peek and saw the guy sitting on the floor with the basket of peanuts and some sheels of peanuts around him.

"Ah, the things I do for you Pororo." He sighed and shook his head and continued with his task.

I blushed at his words, my eyes shifted to the floor where the basket now was already halfway full with unpeeled peanuts. The guilty flooded at me. I knocked the door and entered the room and Seonghwa looked at me with shock.

"What the fuck are you doing Seonghwa?" I snapped at him.

"You have been asking me that lately." He laughed and Crack a peanut. "What are you doing here Pororo?"

"Stopping you."

"From?"

"This, quit it Seonghwa! I was joking." He sighed as he rested his back on a bed beside him.

"I figured out, but I just wanted to give it a shot." He took the basket of peanuts and patted the spot next to him. "Can get these to waste."

"Okey." I murmured and sit next to him.

"Do you hate me that much that the idea of going with me at a party upset you?" He took one peanut and eat it.

"I don't hate you." I said taking one too.

"Then what is it?"

"I don't belonged in your circle Seonghwa. Just asked other person to go with you."

"I told you, I don't want to go with someone else."

"Why?"

"If it's not already obvious Pororo , I..."

The door slammed open and Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang and Wooyoung fell on too each other and groaned from the door.

"San you're an idiot." Wooyoung hissed.

"Don't put it on me, I'm injured." He defend himself.

"Are those our peanuts?" Hongjoong asked looking at the basket and we nodded.

"What's up roomie?" Wooyoung put an arm on Seonghwa's shoulder smiling at him. "You're looking really handsome today." He patted his blonde hair and Seonghwa glare at him.

"What are we talking about?" San sit down on a bed.

"About how dumb you're for sprainning yourself." Seonghwa snapped and I stand up. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, I'm not supposed to be here." I remind him, he tried to stand up but was held by Yunho and Yeosang.

"You're not going anywhere." Hongjoong held him too and they started discussing.

I walked out of the room walking down the hallway, when I stopped at the middle of the hallway and chewed my bottom lip.

I spun on my heels and started walking to room#10 again, and I knocked and waited for a response, hearing Wooyoung said 'come in' and I cracked open the door and peeked inside and the six boys turned to looked at me at the same time.

I'll regret for this later.

"Just wanted to ask if there's a theme for the party?"

Some days later

Finally we were going back to the city, I just wanted to take the bus and get out of this hell.

"I forgot to ask you, what made you change your mind?" Hongjoong whispered dramatically.

"Never think you'll be a gossip girl!"

"One of the buses has a flat tire, therefore the students of class will be evenly distributed to the other buses." The teacher announced.

When everything was settled and we where distributed, I settled myself on my seat next to the window, leaving my stuff in the free seat.

"Hello Pororo." Seonghwa smile as he lifted his suitcase and move my suitcase taking the seat next to me.

"What are you doing here?"

"Weren't you listening Pororo? There's a flat..."

"Yeah yeah I know, but where's San?"

"He took a car due to his injury." He replied and suddenly I want to had an ankle sprained. "So, whether you like it or not you're stuck with me for the next six hours."

He looked at me smiling and I just avoid his eyes looking by the window blushing when a flash greet us and see Hongjoong holding a camera.

"That's a cute photo." Hongjoong gushed before he showed us the picture.

"Why did you bring a camera with you?" I asked

"I was instructed to take some picture for the yearbook." He explained "Would you mind reviewing the pictures and check which ones are the best."

After hours of looking at Hongjoong's pictures I felt car sickness and gave the camera to Seonghwa so I can rest a little by looking at the window.

Seonghwa was so concentrated looking at the pictures, he bit his lip concentrating in every picture that he saw. Every time he found a picture he like, his eyes light up and seems that he was falling in love with every landscape picture that he saw.

"Are you checking me out Pororo?"

"Yes."

"And?" He rested the camera on his lap.

"You already know that you're handsome Seonghwa, my opinion of you doesn't matter."

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

*cracks knuckles* ay folks you get a tumbler exclusive for awhile because I'm to lazy to actually go onto ao3

Reminder time!! This is my a.u and is not a direct depiction of spo/wii aran Ryan's personality

Tw's: slightly detailed injuries, reference to Macbeth, and self harm by hot water

Thanks to: @atypical-artisan for helping with errors and formatting

“Aran! C’mon we're going to be late!”

Absolutely no response came from the guy. Having Andrew sigh as if it was a daily occurrence now.

“Give the kid a break this is the longest he’s been separated from Ardin since..” Roree took her brush and tapped it seven times before snapping. “Since that time the school separated them by accident!”

“Roree, that's not something to be excited about.” Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don't got time for this! I have a match in an hour!”

“Andy it's not until 3.”

“If you're not early you're-”

“late blah blah blah you know i think Deedee knows a german fella you would love.”

“If I wasn't pissed already I would smack you.”

“Oh I would love to see you try!”

Andrew growled and Started to head upstairs, muttering about the upcoming fight. And complaining about Lucky being a whole sea away for another disaster, as he turned and opened the door.

“Aran!- I said- down Cu- I said come on!” Andrew pushed the dog down before giving it a small pat. He looked directly at the bed that had Aran in it. “I know you ain't sick lad, otherwise we would have been to the doctors already… again…”

“i rather be there then see another one of ye go against the bi-”

“Watch your tone.”

Andrew attempted to step over the random clothing and items on the floor, the kid loved to do big projects but god forbid he cleans his room, as he then took Aran’s blanket and pulled them off.

“Hey!”

“You’re goin’. I'm not leaving you: a teenager who witnessed his twin get sent to the hospital because of a damn cheater, alone in a house with more than enough to make us wo-OW!”

Aran slid a pair of horseshoes onto Andrew's foot, and despite seeing it coming it still hurt. Andrew shook his foot before glaring at Aran and picking up the horseshoes.

“You're going, rather you're being willing or not. And I can hold up me own with you so I suggest-”

“Yeah I'm feckin’ going lieutenant bollox.”

That got a smack from Andrew as Aran got up. Who just rolled his eyes and grabbed a sleeveless hoodie from the ground. Andrew rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Ye know we care about ya right?”

“Mhm.”

“..look Aran I promise that im goin’ to remind her not to fuck around with us.”

“And how will you do that?”

Aran took a glance at the horseshoes before stuffing them in his own hoodie’s pocket.

“Going with a different style.”

There were multiple reasons why Andrew never cheated. First, it reminded him of how unfair the world could truly be, the second stemmed from Ardin who once saw Aran break his hand from the horseshoe in glove tactic and now gets on top of people who do that. The 3rd reason was self explanatory, it was just wrong. He got here fair and square and he always wanted to stay like that.

Plus hitting a girl with horseshoes that were your own brother’s seemed wrong. But after a week of hearing the girl shit talk his own family the final straw was definitely close to breaking now.

Yet at the same time, it was still cheating. Even Narcis got onto him about it. Yes he wanted revenge for putting his sister in the hospital but she was 19 and able to stand her own ground normally.

“This is a mistake,” He muttered, adjusting his gloves.

There was a faint line that showed where the horseshoes were. He had time to call for a glove check. That would make a fair fight. He turned around to his coach but before he could say anything his opponent started yapping.

“Ey! Rran! You ready to prove to your own country that your family is full of weak and pathetic people? Thought your sister would relay the message!”

Rran- I mean Andrew snapped his head back, giving his opponent a death glare as his coach tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ay, you need something lad?”

Andrew thought for a moment before the bell signaling the start sounded.

“Just have medics on stand by.”

He got up from his corner, hearing the announcer shout the name Aran Ryan, god he's going to need to change that soon, with a lot more accuracy then the bitch Infornt of him ever actually did.

God will it be a blessing for her to shut up and have a ruined face.

The referee stepped onto the mat in-between the two, not uncommon when you put two enemies together in a match, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Ight let's get this over with. This is a time trial so you only have 3 minutes. Once those three minutes are up you both go back to your corners and I'll decide the winner. You both should know the tko and ko rules by now right?”

“Yeah yeah can we get punching now?”

“Andrew, I will personally give you 20 euros if you break her mouth.”

Punch blade looked quite offended at that as Andrew just rolled his eyes.

“Oh relax about him.”

He glared at punch blade.

“I'm going to do much much worse.”

As the bell rung again Andrew’s coach went over to the doors, specifically where Roree and Aran were.

“Shouldn't yo-”

“I'm getting the medics like he asked. Wanna come?”

“No thanks. I got the short straw with this one.”

Aran slightly nudged Roree for that statement, solely because it wasn't a wise discussion even for him to smack someone who has a metal weight on her wrist. That alone was probably 5 pounds. Let alone the fact she was kinda an official arms wrestler. He proceeded to watch the fight, only slightly noticing something was off.

“Hey Roree?”

“Hm?”

“I think he broke her back.”

“Oh very fu- wait what.”

As if on cue as Roree turned around she saw Andrew push the screaming girl off of him, and landed a kick right in the stomach. Not a signature move in the ring. But definitely a signature move outside of it. And it always landed someone in the hospital and him in the station.

“Oh shit- uh Aran im going to run somewhere you just um stay.”

Aran just gave a thumbs up as Roree ran into the hall.

Meanwhile the referee started the count as soon as punch blade hit the floor, but stopped when he saw Andrew pull another punch directly in her face.

“Hey. Andrew, that's enough! Back to your corner!”

But Andrew didn't care, he continued the punches, landing them in spots that would definitely leave more than a bruise.

The only time he stopped was when a blade sliced over his glove, cutting it open, Resulting in the horseshoe falling out and a gasp from the crowd, even Aran looked shocked at the scene.

The shock eventually wore off as punch blade took her knife out of her glove and attempted to stab Andrew with it, only for him to grab her arm and smash the horseshoe right onto it.

The look in his eyes was almost chilling as he lifted the thing up, like he was contemplating something, before he smashed the horseshoe right into her mouth. Breaking past the mouth guard and cracking a few teeth, the second time did a few in.

He then grabbed her hair and smashed the side of her head, right where her ear was. He was about to go for her neck next when something grabbed the horseshoe and yanked it out of his hand.

“Jesus fuck Andrew enough! She's down! You won!”

Roree tossed the horseshoe aside and grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him away while a medic looked at punch blade. The ring was now stained with blood.

“Dude the hell did you do to her?”

The referee got onto the ring while looking at punch blade, causing Andrew to look too.

Frankly what was listed wasn't the only thing he apparently did, there was a gash on her head and she was spitting pieces of teeth and mouth guard out, but she was clenching the side of her torso, specifically where the ribs were. And it was clear her arm was broken, or at least fractured. Her leg was sprained. Frankly Andrew didn't actually recall what he did or didn't do, but the horrified look on the peoples faces he could see spelled it all.

He almost killed her.

“Andrew?”

No response, what was there to say anyways? ‘oh i'm sorry for nearly killing you’?

Like he could have gotten the words out, his entire body was shaking, almost near hyperventilating.

Without another word he pulled his arm away from Roree, got up and rushed off the ring. Not even stopping as his sister yelled for him, then he was just gone.

It was only an hour after statements were given and the fun of it. In full frank nobody in any of the WVBA's would say anything bad about Andrew, hell shark bite from Australia even said he should have killed Lucy, yet it was completely useless as the officials found a letter of resignation and Andrew’s locker cleaned out shortly after they went to find him. Causing quite the worry in some of the Ireland officials and his own siblings.

“I'm sure he's fine. This was just. Something out of the ordinary he’ll come back!”

“No. No Aran he isn't.”

Roree sighed as she stopped herself from putting her head on the steering wheel of the car. Aran was holding his horseshoes Andrew stole, a case wasn't opened so it wasn't used as evidence, Aran wished it was though. It was probably more blood then horseshoe now, he had it wrapped in a couple of paper towels but they didn't do a good job of absorbing the blood. And frankly he was still scared of the whole thing, funny considering the fact he wasn't scared of anything else.

“Aran. If he's home I don't want you talking to him. Not yet anyways.”

Aran was about to protest as Roree held up her hand.

“You. You don't know this side of him. Frankly I rather you don't even come inside ‘til I tell you. Just, leave us alone to talk. Alright?”

There was more worry in her voice now. As if she was contemplating what she would find when she got home.

“Actually. If he is home -call Narcis, he had a fight with an Irish rookie today he should still be here, unless he actually likes making 2 to 6 hour trips.”

They stopped at their house, seeing Andrew’s bike just tossed onto the ground.

“Well at least he made it home in one piec- wait when did bring his bike?!”

“I think he just kept it there just in case.”

“Aran do me a favor and don't do that when you and Ardin move to new york. They're worse than here.”

Roree got out of the car and tossed her phone over to Aran.

“Narcis’s name is under ‘golden bastard’- don't tell Andrew- I'm going to go talk to him.”

Aran gave a thumbs up again as Roree went inside, her first notice was the mirror being foggy, the second was hot water being run.

“Andrew, you better not have been trying to wash your hands clean of blood like Lady Macbeth with hot water again!”

The water was shut off as the sound of a towel being quickly wrapped around hands was heard. How? Because he kept hitting the sink with his hand as Roree noticed him cleaning the sink from water drops.

“Andrew.”

“what?”

“The hell are you doing?”

“...dishes.”

“What dishes? I did them this morning before we left!”

Andrew stayed silent as Roree walked over, steam was still leaving the stink as she grabbed the towel and pulled it off, seeing his typically slightly tan but still pale skin being sunburnt red. She just sighed as if this wasn't the first time.

“I'm not going to bug you on that. Why did you quit?”

“Why? Ain’t it obvious?”

Roree just shook her head at that.

“Andy, nobody in that association is going to turn you in. Hell they'll even drop the to-”

“I don't care. I still broke my own morals and almost killed someone in the ring!”

“That's.. well that's a bit of an over statement aint it?”

“Oh when the hell is it?!”

Andrew slammed his hand on the sink, before pulling it back.

“It doesn't matter, Roree. I'm not going back to a place that allows filthy cheaters to compete.”

“Aran’s a filthy cheater. I’m a filthy cheater. Are you saying-”

“You two are different. And again it doesn't and will not matter! Frankly I was already planning on quitting. This was just a send off.”

Roree was taken aback a bit from that.

“But you love boxing! It was your dream! What changed?”

“There's a difference between a dream and a reality, Roree. My dream was boxing. The reality is that no matter what somebody is going to cheat someone out of something.”

Andrew put a hand on his head. “I'm getting a headache. I'm going to bed.”

Before Roree could say anything he tossed the towel onto her head and walked off to his room. The door slammed shut as he entered it. Roree just looked onwards. Pondering if he was being serious or not. Then the front door slammed open.

“DUDE YOU BROKE THE FECKIN' HANDLE!”

well on the high note. At Least they could now replace that ugly door handle Narcis just ripped off. Roree didn't say anything, just pointed to Andrew’s room as Narcis Sprinted to his room. She proceeded to glare at Aran.

“What?”

“I told you to just call him.”

“I did!”

“You said something, what was it?”

“Just a recap of everything.”

“I'm never trusting you with calling someone ever again.”

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Love In Hell

Pairing:Minho x Newt

Summary:While Minho thinks Newt is looking at Thomas, Newt has someone completely different on his mind.

It's not the time to be in love. Not out in the middle of the Scorch (hell). It's not a good idea to be in love in hell.

What the shuck am I supposed to do about it though? Just push back every emotion I have until we're safe? Pretend it's not there?

Pretend the way he keeps looking at Thomas isn't getting under my skin?

It was starting to show by the one word responses I would give him. Because while he's looking at Teresa, Newt is looking at him, while I’m looking at Newt. It's just not fair.

I was glaring at him again. I wasn't trying to, but I was. He still has Newt’s attention in a way that I want. What did he ever do to deserve it?

Not fair, not fair, not fair! It's not fair!

“You okay there?”Fry asked.

“Fine,”I answered shortly.

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Are you-”

“I said I’m fine,”I snapped, getting up and walking further away. Why is he in my business? Why is anyone in my business? Why can’t everyone just leave me the hell alone?

Storming away more, I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at the air. This is ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

“Hey Min-”

“What do you want!?”I shouted without actually listening to their voice. Turning around, I instantly felt like klunk when I saw that it was Newt.

“I was just checking on you, but if you want to be left alone-”

“No. Not if it's you,”I said quickly.

“You want me to walk with you then? Blow off some steam?”He offered.

“Yes. Yes I would,”I agreed. Going up to me, he stayed next to me as we headed to who knows where. It didn't matter as long as I got to actually spend time with him.

“What's been up with you lately? You’ve been off for a while now,”He asked.

“Nothing,”I lied, not meeting his gaze.

“I’ve known you for three years. I definitely know when you're lying,”He pointed out.

“It doesn't matter, okay? Let's just talk about something else,”I suggested.

“Okay. Well, Tommy-”

“Enough about Thomas! I don't want to hear about him!”I snapped, throwing him a harsh look. Looking at me with wide eyes, he then crossed his arms as he cocked his head to the aide as if it would let him see inside mine. Glancing to the right, I refused to look at him.

“Are you jealous of Thomas?”He rightfully accused.

“What's it matter? You obviously have feelings for him so whatever I feel doesn't mean anything,”He grumbled.

“And what do you feel?”He interegated, stepping closer to me.

“Nothing you would ever feel about me. For Thomas, sure, but me? No.”

“I can't tell you if that's true if you don't say what it is, can I?”He whispered, stepping forward so that one more inch would push my lips against his.

“Is it not obvious by my words now?”

“Maybe it is, but I can't be sure. Not unless I hear you say it.”

“Fine,”I gave in, taking a breath. “In the middle of this hell I realized something. When I pushed that Crank off of you in the mall, the way I could have lost you again brought me back to years ago. I was too young to know it then, but I definitely do now. I’m older now. I’m old enough to finally realize that I’m in love with you. So take your eyes off of Thomas, and look at me,”I finished, pressing my palms to his face so he had to. So he had to look at me, and I had to stare directly into his warm brown eyes with flecks of gold in them.

“It's a good thing I was never looking at Thomas, isn't it?”

“Then who have you been looking at?”

“Don't you already know?”

“I do. I’m just waiting for you to say it,”I dared.

“You Minho. I’ve always been looking at you,”He admitted, putting his arms around my shoulders. Doing the same, I leaned in until my lips were pressed against his. Kissing me back, he pulled me so close we may as well have been one person, and we wouldn't have minded that. We both knew that. We both felt it as I deepened the kiss, and he let me. He didn't hesitate to let me, proving that he had been waiting for this, hoping for this, wishing for this, just as much as I did.

This is fair. This is the exact kind of love in hell that I’ve been waiting for.

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Moon Dust

I’ve been in worse situations.. 

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6. No Signal

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

WC:  3.8k 

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day bbys xx

Morning came faster than you would've wished. Although being unfamiliar, you were beginning to enjoy being hold while sleeping. His large frame keeping you warm and sheltered from the cold air while his strong chest— 

"Are you okay?" hearing the voice coming from outside. 

You simply smiled to yourself as you strapped your blaster in place. Your bags were already packed and ready to go, thanks to Mando. As you came out of the cave, you're being greeted by your new favorite tin man already in his beskar. “Have you already eaten?” you asked smiling, but the smile quickly turned into confusion. 

He handed a bowl to you, "I did, here, I made some for you.” You took it as you watched him put the fire out. “We should get moving if we want to be back to the ship by sundown.” 

You nodded, taking a bite and started to walk. You couldn't help but notice how cold he was towards you. You tried not to think too much of it. Maybe he was just exhausted. I mean, you guys had a pretty rough couple of days. All of this was new to you both and not knowing exactly what was next was definitely toying with you. He's probably just still on edge, you told yourself. 

After an hour of walking, you felt tired. None of you had said a single word to each other since you had left. Not that you cared much for it, but you were still concerned. “Where's that lake anyway? Are you sure we're going in the right direction?” 

He halts, turning around as quickly, “are you saying that I'm wrong?” 

His defensive tone left you shocked. “N-no I'm just wondering.. It's just that yesterday– “ 

“Yesterday what?” His voice was becoming harder.  

You sighed, shaking your head, “nothing.” but you heard the leather of his gloves cracking as he rolled his hands into fists. Without a word, he ignited his jetpack before taking off. “Hey! Where are you going??” You tried to shout louder but he was already gone. As you looked around you felt defeated. He was finally starting to open to you. And now you felt like it was back to square one. “I should've just stayed quiet. Why do I even care that he's gone? Why do I care if he doesn’t talk to me? Ugh, this is just stupid...” 

After a moment you finally calmed down, sitting on a boulder. Waiting for him to come back and he does. Hearing the noise of his jetpack coming closer, you see him coming down through the trees branches before landing. 

“Where were you? I didn't even know if you were coming back..” Were the first words coming out of you. You were mad and it showed. 

He took a deep breath, “You really thought I'd leave you here?” Saying as he walked pass you. 

The fact that he looked so calm made you angrier for some reason. “I don’t know, you just left me.” 

He sighed, “I was just looking for the lake.” he answered in a cold voice. “Come..”  

But you were too angry to even look at him. Frowning your brows and lips, you begin to walk in the opposite direction. “Where are you going?” You heard him say from behind, but you didn't bother to answer. “I see, using my own actions against me. Clever, you're a cleaver girl..” You just ignored him the best you could. Walking faster as you approached the ship. He didn't say a word as he followed you. Which pissed you off even more. Not only were you stuck on this planet, but you were stuck with a brute. A handsome, annoying, brute. 

Arriving at the ship, you got in without even glancing back. Moving quickly and directly to your room. You didn't care about anything right now. Not him, not your family, not even this prison planet. You were feeling more alone than ever before. Even in training, when you were completely alone in the woods, you knew it would end at some point. But this, this was different. There was a possibility that this was it. That there was no way of going back. It might never end. You might never see your family again. None of them. 

After about an hour of lying in bed, you could feel and hear your stomach rumble. Maybe there's still some ration bars left in the kitchen. You told yourself before sitting up on the edge of the bed, feeling like the air in your room thick. With the back of your sleeves, you dried the tears that had fallen on your cheeks earlier. Finally, with heavy legs, you stood up. You were feeling drained and empty but mostly hungry. As you gathered your forces to get more energy, you moved carefully to the small kitchen. Without the Mandalorian in sight, you saw a single portion of meat and veggies on the table. He still cooked for me?  Surprised, you took it. Feeling instantly guilty for the way you treated him earlier. Did you go too hard on him? Maybe you should've given him a chance to explain? You blinked a few times as you felt dizzy. Nothing seemed rational at this point. You sighed as you looked to the fresher. Maybe a shower would do you some good. 

Meanwhile the Mandalorian was in the cockpit. Sitting on his pilot chair as he played with a metal sphere. Rolling and passing it in between his fingers. He didn't know what to do or say to you. Not used to having company in general and for him, you were definitely a challenge. He was scared to lose what he had with you even though he knew it was wrong. He just couldn't help it. Just walking behind you in silence was killing him. All he wanted was to grab you and hold you close but he knew better than to come to you when you were angry. Still, it was killing him that you were feeling this way towards him. You were intoxicating him in the best way possible. He knew he had to make it right.  

Hearing you come out of the fresher made his heart pounce. When did she come out of her room? He wondered. Sighing, he got up from the comfort of his chair, heading towards the ladder. 

- 

You were still walking around the kitchen when you saw the man come down the cockpit. Your heart was pounding faster at the sight of him. Why am I feeling this way? Why am I nervous? He just a man, a stoic, strong, and– 

He comes walking towards you slowly. “You're right, about earlier? I'm sorry. I should've said something. It wasn't fair to you. We're a team. If we are going to survive on this planet, we need to work together.” He let out as he nervously played with the tip of his gloved fingers. He took more firm steps in your direction. “I don't know how to be around you. I–I've never been.. Please forgive me cyare.” 

You felt small. Even though you had your towel covering your frame, you felt much more naked than you were. You ended up simply nodding. Accepting his apology to quickly end this awful conversation. 

He anxiously stroked his thumb on your jaw. “Can you–” he stopped, clearing his throat, “do you want to come sleep with me?” Asking, tilting his helmet slightly. Seeing your eyes round up at his request, he quickly corrected himself, “No uh, I don't want to sleep alone. I-I like being with you...” 

You smiled shyly, nodding as you took a step forward. “Sure, I'll sleep by your side.” As he was about to turn, you quickly add, “I’m sorry too.” 

He took your hand, squeezing your fingers before taking you into his room. Once inside, he took a shirt from his small closet. Putting it over your head. You could see him swallow as his fingertips brushed the side of your hips. “Here, you're going to be more comfortable.” He says before turning around and start to remove his armor. His shirt was too big on you, falling right above you knees but most importantly, it smelled like him. While waiting, you moved under the covers, watching him remove piece by piece the weapons and beskar covering his shape. Having only his helmet, shirt and pants left. You stared at him as if he was the only man left in this galaxy. Which right now, kind of feels like it. Gawking at his muscular physique showing through the fabric as he carefully places his weapons in a safe case.  

He turned his helmet looking quickly at you, “sorry won't take long.” 

With your cheeks all red, you smile softly, “take your time” 

He chuckled at your comment. After closing the light off, you heard the hissing of his helmet before you feel him joining you in bed, “you like watching me.” he whispers, stating more than questioning. 

You moved more comfortably. Adjusting yourself as he shifted closer to you. “I also like your arms around me.” 

He smiled to himself, guiding your body in the dark so he could hold you from behind, “like this?” Moving his hand smoothly against your hip. His fingertips digging slightly into your flesh. 

You nodded feeling your eyes heavy. Closing them before feeling his hardness in between your ass cheeks. He moved his face in the nape of your neck, breathing into your hair. “I'm sorry, I'm just happy you're here. I mean not here on this planet but—” 

“Mando, sleep..” you couldn't keep yourself awake any longer. You can however, definitely get used to this. It's ridiculously how you feel comfortable and safe in his presence. You might be stuck here but you were stuck here with him. And after the day and past few weeks you've had, this was a good thing. 

You woke up to the low sound of wind rustling through the walls of the ship. Branches lightly brushing the outside shell. When you began to realize where you were. The Mandalorian was still deeply asleep next to you. You felt the cold morning air moving into the ship crawling up your legs and quickly, the oversized tee that you were wearing was no longer enough. 

Carefully, you got out. Making sure not to look back at him as you opened the door. You know you can't see his face. Even if technically, you could. 

Entering your small room, you go directly for your clothes. Wondering what he looked like underneath his helmet. You knew he had a strong jaw and a short beard but that was all you got. You also didn't want to wonder too much since you couldn't see him anyway. After changing, you ended up getting into your own bed, not wanting to wake him up by going back in. Closing your eyes as you finally get warm and cozy under your covers. 

- 

You woke up again, slowly hearing the door sliding open as heavy boots were walking towards you. Moving your eyes up, you meet the Mandalorian. Who was now watching you from above and he didn't look like he was in a good mood. He wore the same outfit he went to bed with but has his helmet on. “Is everything okay?” You asked worryingly rubbing your eyes, but he doesn't say a single word. “Did I do somethi— “ 

“–You weren't there. I woke up and you weren't there...” His voice is dry. 

You sat up frowning your brows, “In your bed? I'm sorry Mando, I was cold and went to get my clothes. I just fell asleep.” 

“I thought you had left.” His voice was breaking slightly. Oh, he was hurt. If you hadn't spent your time analyzing his overall body language theses pass weeks  you might've missed it. And that's when you realized. He was no longer a stranger. 

“I was just cold and tired. I swear I wouldn't just leave. Plus, where do you want me to go anyway? We're stuck here.” 

His body stiffened at your words, “Well I'm sorry that you're stuck with me...”  

“That's not what I said, and you know it. What's going on?” He turned around about to walk out of your room. “Please talk to me, I can't help if– “ 

He halted, his back still turned to you. “I have never removed my helmet.” 

“Is this what this is about? I haven’t looked, I promise.” 

He played nervously with the tips of his bare fingers. “You must understand. I never removed my helmet in front of anyone, except my son and even then, it only happened once. I– “ 

“Stop.” You couldn’t take it anymore. This was going in a direction that you weren't prepared for. You needed to make him understand. You needed to be honest. “I like you Din, I like you a lot.” You could feel the warmth going straight to your blushing cheeks as you said the words. But your chest started to hurt as he just turned around and stared at you motionless. You swallowed, looking around the room. Trying to quickly find a hole deep enough to hide in. You weren't the one to run away but his rejection would be too much to bear. Especially right now. 

He lets out a low growl, “I do too” tilting his helmet as he moved closer. Hovering you with his broad shape. With better lighting, you could see the prominent veins crippling along his arms as he kneeled on the bed. Crawling over to come join you. His muscles twitching and contracting as he placed his semi harden cock over your mount. Moving slowly as his bare callous fingers grazed the side of your neck. “I’m sorry, he whispered, I just want you so much.” He brought them to your chin, swiping them over your bottom lip. You let out a pleasant shaky breath and that's all he needed to know before his hand reached to close the light console on the side of your bed. Removing his helmet in the process. 

Your mind was going a thousand miles an hour. This felt good, so good. For the first time in a long time, you weren't thinking about anything. Simply enjoying the hands of a strong and tender man roaming your body in the dark. A smile appeared on your lips when you finally sense his, slowly moving down your neck. The air in the room felt thicker and warmer as he removed your top and his along the way. 

As you tried to anchor yourself in the dark, you placed your hands flat on his chest. If you couldn’t see his face, could you at least touch it? Slowly you moved them up to the side of his neck. He stayed still, rigid even, as if he was trying to figure out what to do but didn’t stop you. You could feel his body moving slightly back as you brought your fingers to his jaw, who was clenched. Feeling his chest muscles contracting on your forearms before coarse, hard hair came poking at your fingertips. Which only sparked your curiosity. You moved them quickly to his lips. Feeling them shaking slightly while his mustache was tickling you. He was nervously breathing heavier as you moved them higher to his cheeks. Grabbing your wrist, he stopped you.  

He grunted, holding the side of your head as he kissed you like a starved man, pushing his tongue inside, searching for yours. For a man who never kissed before he wasn't half bad. He was a bit sloppy, but you had a feeling that he was just really driven. Especially since he keeps grinding his cock over your clothed pussy. 

Soft whimpers escaped your lips as he moved his lips to your chest. Your nipples were already hardened from the cold morning air trapped in the ship. He hummed against your skin as he grabbed one with his mouth. Holding your tits in place while making sure to squeeze them softly occasionally as he swirled his tongue around your sensitive nipples. All you could hear were your heavy breaths followed by Mando's muffled low moans. The wet noise of his plumped lips sucking and pulling lightly on your flesh made it hard not to drip everywhere. 

You were getting lost in pleasure as you raked your hands into his hair. pulling them as he let go of your tits to give one single wet kiss to your belly, adjusting himself in lower. What is he doing? Feeling his fingers grabbing your pants from the inside on each side of your hips, pulling them completely off. Softly passing the back of his fingers on your thigh, he moved them gradually in between your thighs. You could hear him swallow and breathe deep. Sensing a single finger softly brushing your clit. The sensation jolts inside of you. You were way more sensitive than you thought. Making you moan instantly to his touch. 

Hearing you made him chuckled as he now passed them through your folds. His fingertips were staying at your entrance, toying with you. Gliding softly in while making sure not to push too far but just enough to make you want more. “Mando please,” you finally cried out. Pressured by your pleasured pleas, he slides one inside. Slowly pushing in and out a few times before putting his whole mouth around you. This was heaven and hell as he added another finger inside. He took his time pumping his digits as he gave your engorged clit some gentle sucks here and there. You whined as soon as he pulled them away.  

His sudden absence left you disoriented. Even in the pitch dark of your room, you could sense him stroke himself with your leftover slick on his hand. You brought your legs around his hips to pull him closer to you. Growing impatient to feel him inside. Trapped in between your legs, he adjusts his cock in front of your entrance. Without warning, you sank on it as you pulled him by his neck to kiss him.  

Taken by surprise, he stopped moving. “Fuuck,” he grunted out. “Slow down you're, you're tight cyar’ika...” Taking your hand while you made his dick slowly disappear effortlessly inside of you.  

As you adjusted yourself to him and him to you, you passed a hand on jaw, ‘’Cyar’ika?’’ 

You felt him smile shyly against your hand, ‘’it means sweetheart’’ Now trusting in fully, holding you by the hip. Making you wince at your sensitive cunt clenching around him before he kissed your palm. He let out some low moans as he rhythmically pushed against your core. With all that edging you were close to your release, and he knew it. Bending down he kissed you fully, “Maker cyare...”  

You made him go deeper by bringing your legs around him, “Yeah?” 

“Yeah...” he moaned out, feeling his lips curl against yours. It didn't take long before you start whimpering against him. Feeling that rush moving between your thighs. He followed you closely as you came together. 

Feeling lightheaded as you catch your breath. He came to lay by your side, still in your pitch-black room. The only thing that was anchoring you to reality was his chest moving up and down as if he was the calmest river. 

As you were wrapped in his arms, you couldn't help but wonder more about him. You never really met a Mandalorian before Din, and you were full of questions. “Were you always a Mandalorian?” You asked softly. 

“No, they found me when I was a foundling. my parents were killed during the war, and they took me as one of their own.” 

“I'm so sorry.” 

He doesn't say anything because well there's nothing much to say. Simply passing his thumb over your shoulder. “I'm the one who's sorry, about earlier? I should've said my intentions. The crew must be informed at all times.” 

“The crew uh..” 

He chuckled through his nose as he pets your head. “Would you come with me? To look for the lake?” 

You smile softly, “yeah, okay.” He gave your forehead a kiss as he shifted in the bed. Taking the blanket to make sure your body was covered. He quickly gathered his scattered clothes. “What if we’re really trapped here? On this planet..” You sensed Mando shifting through the darkness before hearing his voice still crisp and clear “Keep your eyes close” he asked. Now seeing red behind your eyelids, you feel his knee moving in between your thighs. 

“Mando? What are you doing?” 

All you could hear was his breathing, “I want to see you with my eyes, no helmet.” 

Grabbing your jaw, he moved your face upward to him. You could feel his gloved thumb brushing your bottom lip before sensing his plush ones pressing onto yours. You began to feel aroused again as he pushed his tongue in, tasting you again. He smiled instantly as he saw you moved slightly against his knee. “You're so beautiful cyare.” Giving you one last peck. He let go of you before hearing the click of his helmet followed by his modulated voice. “I will always make sure that you are safe.” 

“That’s not what I mean, can I open my eyes?” 

“Yes” 

And as you do you see your clothes already placed in front of you. You start to dress yourself, “I mean we don’t have anything. No medicine, almost no tools and we’re about to go out of food pretty soon.” 

“Now it’s you who needs to stop. We’ll figure something out. We’re both warriors and resourceful. I don’t see how we couldn’t make this work.” 

“Din...” 

He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in worse situations..” 

You smiled to him, shaking your head slightly, “you’re right. I’m sure we will find a way to get back. Anyway, if we leave for the lake now, we could be back in time before sunset.” 

“Uh yeah, I'll go put my Armor on.” As he walked away, he kept thinking back to your words. Find a way to get back... He knew this planet was hostile and it wasn’t the best place to be, but he couldn’t help but feel guilty that he secretly enjoys being trapped here with you. He knew that this relationship wouldn’t work in the real world. You were way too good, way too beautiful to be with a man who you couldn’t even see his face. He knew the dangers of being here but at the same time there was nowhere else he'd want to be right now. He took a deep breath as he gets into his beskar. One day at a time, one day at a time... 

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