#THAT'S MY FRIEND i remember you you came baaack

[feltferal]

i'm just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[twelfth-harbinger]

Cohld i ask for a pegging tartaglia fic

A/n: Why… yes you can my dear anon; ask and you shall receive love, apologies for the wait. I tired to make it worth it. Hello everyone! I’m baaack 🥰 how are y’all doin’ my fatui underlings? It’s official, old man bolai is the supplier for all things naughty. He says he doesn’t do sketchy business but…👀 I beg to differ. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! This was a lot of fun to write (first pegging fic) and I’d love some feedback ^^ Writing for Childe is hella fun.

Mention(s): Childe being pegged for the first time & it’s a rather intense experience for him… need I say more? Jk, he was on the fence at first but, eventually came around. He also has immense difficulty saying no to you. Plus, it was worth it in the end… ;).

Warnings: NSFW!! 18+ (minors gtfoh) — As mentioned above, this consists of Childe being pegged by his lover. If you are not into that, then I suggest you do not read. If you are… lol please enjoy. Xoxo

A Challenge?

Inhaling sharply with gentle closed eyes, pondering his actions that lead him to this very moment in time was the eleventh harbinger himself; Childe. He was positioned on his hands and knees with a clear view of the waterfall that sat nestled in the heart of Qingce Village, behind that was a natural hot spring you both found upon your journey up the mountain. Childe was completely exposed to you, his lover and the woman he dare called the light of his life. He’d do anything for you; lie, steal, cheat even kill in cold blood. Honestly, he’d do that anyway. There was nothing he wouldn’t do and well… There he was, with you kneeling behind him — your small hands resting on his sides, squeezing here and there as you trailed them lightly over his lower back. Your thumbs caressed over the prominent back dimples that dipped with the slight arch in his lumbar. His skin was warm to the touch, and the plush peach fuzz of his skin only made you want to touch him more. He exhaled lightly, and his deep azure eyes opened from your nimble fingers, his hair slightly obscuring his eyes as he turned to glance back at you. Your full lips curled into a coy smile as you met his gaze. His eyes glinted like jewels in the sunlight as they reflected a vulnerability he’d only show to you and you alone.

“You alright?” You asked, your brow raising lightly as your hands left his sides to adjust the harness that was strapped around your hips. His eyes flickered down to view your movements closely and his ivory cheeks flushed a bit before he turned away, you noticed him nod as you looked back up. Albeit, his head lowered toward the bed as he thought a little harder about when exactly did he agree to this.

‘Oh.’ His eyes rolled lightly and he smirked a bit, he finally remembered. It was a day or so ago, he couldn’t completely focus through the haze of the moment as he glossed over his recent memory of your conversation prior. He wouldn’t admit to the semi anxious chills that constantly ran down his spine with your sweet tender touch. In any case, Tartagila joined you on your venture to visit your grandmother in Qingce village. However, she wasn’t there upon your arrival and left a note for you to look after her abode until her return; something urgent came up with a friend of hers and it warranted her presence. Whatever the incident was, it left you to talk…combat with your favorite harbinger. You sat beside him on the sofa, he had a fresh bruise on his left cheek. Idly you reached up to brush your fingers against it and he tilted his head away with a faint smile.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” He assured you as he reached up to take hold of your hand, he lowered it to his lips and kissed your warm palm. With a snake like smile crossing his handsome features he kissed each of your fingers individually before licking over your index and ring finger slowly. Sexy as ever, he chuckled as he gauged your flustered reaction. “You’re so cute, what was it you wanted to ask me? You had me wait until we were alone and not on the road, what’s goin on?” He kissed the back of your hand as he questioned you and you smiled up at him. You didn’t think he’d remember your rather passive comment upon walking up the mountain with him.

“Well…” You began, slipping your hand away and resting both of them in your lap. Childe watched your face, the smile he wore never left his lips. Why was it so charming? You had fallen under his spell the moment you both met. He knew it and would often remind you whenever you both endured mild conflict, alas that story is for a different time. He was more interested in what you had to say now. “I was wondering if you’d be open to doing…” your cheeks warmed at the thought, Childe’s eyes flickered with a deep curiosity. He adored how bashful you got whenever you asked him for anything. It was always something minor and even if it wasn’t, he’d indulge you nonetheless; if spoiled rotten was a person it would be you. He bit down on his lower lip in anticipation, eyes narrowing slightly. Were you finally going to let him live out one of his harbinger underlining power play fantasy scenarios with him? It may or may not involve extreme exhibition — he had an active imagination. “Anal, but-” His eyes widened and his smile grew, albeit it wasn’t his first thought he surly wouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. He was so overjoyed he cut you off before you could finish.

“Huh? Yeah! Of course, we can take all the prep time you need I’ll be—“

“On you.” You quickly finished cutting him off in turn with a creased brow, his blue eyes refocused on you since excitement detoured his mind and his smile began to fade. Genuine confusion crossed his features and he stared down at you to see if you were going to keep going, when you didn’t he spoke up.

“W-What?” His brows furrowed, not out of disdain but, due to him not fully processing what you had just suggested. Your smile found its way back on your face and you moved onto your hands knees over the sofa, like an excited child waiting for permission to play a game. His sapphire eyes searched your face for an answer to his question since it was still taking a moment for it to register.

“Mhm! I wanna try this thing I heard about during my time in Monstadt, it’s called pegging.” Childe stared down at you in silence and his lips pursed together. He knew what it was, he had heard a few stories from some of the raunchy talk of his fatui agents here and there. He thought it was a bit emasculating with some of the stories he’s heard but, who was he to judge his agents right? The 11th harbinger that’s who. His hand reached up to cover his mouth and chin in a bit of deep thought. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, he wasn’t against it but, he definitely wasn’t for it. Or so he thought…

“Why?” He asked creasing a brow, wondering what your fixation was all about. You yourself paused and you placed a hand under your own chin to think too.

“Hmm…” You had to ponder about it briefly before answering him. “Well, you and I are both deeply hedonistic individuals. I think you’d enjoy it and, I also believe it’d be a lot of fun. For the both of us.” You’d tell him how much you wanted to witness the expressions he’d make later.

“But you won’t feel anything.” He hastily replied, as his confusion began to die down and the burning curiosity of what it would be like to experience such pleasure with you would feel like. Your lips curled into a slick smile and your eyes narrowed slightly. He caught your expression and it only made him even more inquisitive to the proposal at hand. God were you persuasive when you wanted to be, it was one of the many wicked things he loved about you.

“No, but you will and that’ll be enjoyable for me in its own right, comrade.”

He was a bit taken aback by your words as blush stained his pale cheeks. Whenever you spoke like him he always held a sense of pride. Knowing he had that effect on you turned him on to no end. You were also weirdly accurate with your predictions. Childe was nervous, for the first time in what seemed like forever the man with the tenacity of a super villain and a rather deep blood lust for battle sat before you with rosy cheeks, he was having a hard time admitting that his curiosity had won him over. If anyone was open to experiencing the world of pleasure it was him. You crawled over to him on the sofa and reached up to cup his cheek with your hand, his attention resettled on you and when he looked into your deep eyes he instantly caved. You were the embodiment of perfection in his eyes and again, there wasn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for you. He wasn’t worried about his masculinity being in question when around you. The fact that you needed him to reach the shit he put on the top shelf on purpose when you didn’t feel like climbing up to get it was enough for him. Even so, you were so fierce yet so sugar sweet at the same time. Such a small little thing that could yes, put him on his ass in a sparring match but, also cuddle him and whine like no other. You were so cute too, he would’ve never imagined you were a switch — wait yes… now that he had a bit of time to ponder it. He thought a little deeper and eventually understood. The way you ordered his agents around when necessary made his dick so hard it hurt. He liked it though, and when he met your eyes he smiled again.

“Alright,” He nestled his right cheek into your warm hand, when your eyes lit up he laughed lightly and pulled you into his lap. He kissed your cheek and then trailed butterfly kisses down your neck as he slipped his arms around your waist. When you sat to straddle him you could already feel his growing erection, the talk had turned him on like you knew it would and he gave you a sly grin. “I have to prepare myself a bit — mentally mostly but…” he trailed off and took hold of your hand, kissing your fingers again. He adored your hands and he smiled up at you as he spoke. “For now, how about we play my way for a bit hm?” He teased you, and flipped you over onto your back on the sofa.

As he reminisced about fucking you on the sofa the other day he could feel your warm hand slip around to his front, his eyes drifted down as your hand gripped his the base of his hardening member. He bit down on his bottom lip and let out a mildly frustrated exhale, he didn’t believe he had the same patience he instilled in you when it came to being teased and touched so gingerly. He was so used to being in control of his situations that he forgot he was at your mercy this day.

“Already pretty hard Childe?” Your quipped with a light giggle, he turned his head slightly to glance back at you; his face showing no signs of uncertainty more so that of a challenge he so desperately wanted to win.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He admitted and the smile he gave you made you all the more excited and your heart swoon. You wanted to see it vanish in the long mirror off to the side of the bed where it caught his sexy side profile. “Come on don’t keep me waiting, else I’ll change my mind.” He teased wiggling his bum in a playful jest. You laughed out and nodded taking a firm hold on his hip with your right hand. You coated the strap on with lube you had gotten in Liyue Harbor from old man Bolai — haggling was definitely your strong suit because everything you needed you got from him and it was more than half off with the mention of the eleventh harbinger at your side.

The cold, tip of the blue flesh like strap on prodded the entrance to his ass, it was a lot thicker than he remembered. The feeling alone made him turn back to look at you but you reached over to make him face forward. You needed him to relax or it wouldn’t go in with the ease you intended. With a cheeky smirk you lightly clicked your tongue.

“Don’t make me blindfold you Childe, relax,” Your tone made him blush slightly and he growled a bit to himself having found your threat appealing. Even so, he wanted to have his sight taking it up the ass for the first time. To ready him even more, you stroked him with your free hand, his thick member throbbed in your palm and he let out a slow breathy exhale. Warm pre coated your fingers and palm as you pumped his shaft. The exhale he let loose.. it wasn’t a moan yet, no you’d have to earn that; truth be told he was close to giving in the moment you touched him. Whatever you were doing it was making his body burn. May it be the pyro archon that has blessed you long ago or your skillful touch he didn’t care. He just knew the pleasure he was receiving from you was dangerously addicting. He wasn’t going to moan for you that easily though, your witchy powers didn’t work on him — again with the active imagination. You pulled him from his thoughts with a light question.

“Are you ready? I-I don’t want to just shove it in ya know?” You were enjoying this thoroughly but, of course wanted to make sure he had the opportunity to brace himself at the very least. Given, this would be his first time and you yourself hadn’t gotten around to exploring anal on your own body, you were more than elated that he’d indulge you. You didn’t think he’d be wrapped around your finger though you were usually the one begging for—

“Yes love, go on.” He smiled at you to reassure you, without hesitation with the clear green light you slowly began to prod through the entrance to his tight hole. Meeting some resistance as Childe tensed beneath you. In order to ameliorate that, with your other hand you idly reached over to slightly squeeze and stroke his aching center to ease the pain into pleasure as you steadily pushed onward. You caught wind of his body and expression in the mirror off to the side. The sight made a tingly warmth flood to your cheeks, Childe sunk his head down into the mattress below, trying his best not to fold under you. His body was so strong and yet he felt so weak from your touch, the things you were doing to him were not helping. Albeit, he didn’t seem to want you to stop, a challenge was a challenge and he was not going to back down. He was no stranger to pain so it didn’t bother him too much; the strange feeling of being stretched out was foreign to him but, the deeper you went the more pleasure began to set in and the pain began to subside. “F-Fu-haa-uck..” He shuddered and his eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on the bed sheets, blush staining his pale skin from head to toe in a twisted sense of pleasure.

Was this really how it felt for you the first time he laid with you, I mean he knew you were no stranger to being stretched out given the girth of his own cock but this was absurdly overwhelming. You pressed your hips forward and tilted your head idly as you observed his heated expressions in the mirrors reflection. His jaw clenched and his hands formed fists over the spread on the bed, his breathing had gone a bit ragged and the realization that it had only just begun hit him. Ever so slowly did his head turn to meet your gaze in the mirror. Dark azure eyes half lidded, pupils dilated and pale cheeks stained heavy with a deep rose blush. Your brows knitted together in an abundant need upon feeling a mild pulse between your legs. The look in his eye was dangerous though, it was sharp as he stared up at you from such a vulnerable place. He wasn’t angry not even the least bit upset but; something in you knew he was going to have his way with you later and you’d be in for it. When he realized you caught on with the slight enlargement of your eyes, he smirked at you, satisfied. You thrusted your hips forward with a newfound vigor, completely filling him from the base to the tip. You angled your hips up to add a bit of pressure against his prostate. As you did this, all of it sank into his tight ass disappearing completely, the sight alone made you bite down on your bottom lip. He took it so well, so good, so easily…but the noise that erupted from his chest and muffled out into the mattress pleased you more than it probably should’ve. Having such a strong man on his knees for you turned you on…as did the thought of what would come later. Childe on the other hand was powering through it. It hurt, but the moment you bottomed out a deep chill wracked through his entire body, his spine and centered at his lower back, he tensed and tightened around the strap; making it slightly more difficult to pull out. You hands moved from his hips to his lower back again, rubbing small circles with the soft pads of your thumbs as he tired to regain his composure or what was left of it.

“You took that like a champ comrade.” You teased with a light chuckle, Childe breathed out heavily and closed his eyes only to open them and catch your gaze in the mirror. The sight of both your bodies in the current position made him twitch, he half smiled at you with narrowed eyes.

“Did you expect anything less?” He quipped, you chuckled and leaned forward. Hands slid up his back as you tangled slim fingers in his warm ginger brown locks. Thick strands circled around your fingers as you pulled. Childe clenched his jaw again, an action you found alluring, your fingers grazing his scalp sent involuntary chills down his spine once again. What were you doing to him? Whatever it was he didn’t want you to stop.

“Of course not…” As you leaned forward, your soft chest pressed against his back. Bare breasts warm on his exposed back made Childe writhe under you, in doing that he stimulated himself by mistake which, earned you the moan you so desperately wanted to hear from him. He covered his mouth a bit in shock and slowly drifted his eyes to the mirror to see your staring at him in awe. That was new… it even surprised him. Your hands were still tangled in his hair and your body pressed against his with the strap buried deep in his inviting hole, you hummed in coy delight. “Fuck… Ajax..” your licked the side of his face and his eye closed a slightly, the sound of his name on your tongue did things to him that he dared not speak of. “How can you be this beautiful, moan for me again will you?” His brow twitched, in annoyance possibly or by the words you spoke that were unbelievably sweet and much like the words he’d say to you. As a pair you two were more alike than you both cared to admit, Childe loved it either way. He grinned lightly at you, finally fully adjusted.

“Make me.” Your eyes widened, you paused and looked down at him, this time not through the mirror. You met his brightened eyes adorned with a deadly challenge, one you were going tackle without any hesitation. You tilted your head once more, slowly did a grin creep it’s way across your full lips and face. As sweet as honey yet eerily dark and sadistic, Childe knew you’ve seen the same grin on his face when the tables were turned. Witnessing it on yours actually frightened him but nothing alarming; it was enticingly thrilling more than anything. He also knew that you’ve wanted to put him in his place for a long time, he was just good at avoiding being reprimanded or scolded.

“Mmm.” Your vocal acknowledgment of his words ended in a light closed mouth laugh as you sat up a bit. With your hands still in his hair your pulled at the roots to get a better grip, then pressed his face into the mattress with a gentle force meeting no resistance. Your other hand rested on his upper back, your legs straddled his backside in a pin that you’ve only ever gotten him in, in a sparring match when you wanted to kick him off his high horse.

“Fuck.” Childe mumbled eyes fluttering a bit, you pulled out slowly. It was specifically meant to be a tease because the empty feeling left behind made his hips buck forward and his cock drag across the top of the bed spread. There was a friction he’s been craving from very the start that he knew he’d be denied completely if he asked for it. He rutted his hips forward once again when you left only the tip in. His cock pressed hard against where his pre pooled lightly beneath him, he had made such a mess already? You’d soon be greatly surprised when he finally did cum. “___,” he breathed out, finally saying your name which was utter bliss to the ear. You didn’t answer him you only pulled out completely still grinning, this time mischievously. “W-what are you doing?” He questioned, you could hear it, he was nervous. Rightfully so, his palms were sweaty as he gripped at the duvet you kept him pinned to as you positioned yourself back in front of his loosened entrance, still tight but met with little resistance.

“You told me to make you, didn’t you?” You teased lightly, slowly pushing back in by the mere centimeter. Childe’s lips parted in a silent moan, he wasn’t going to cave that easily, he hissed and closed his mouth and gritted his teeth. This pleasure was knew yes but, he didn’t want to make it easy for you, no… he was going to be as difficult as he could be. Make you work to get him to moan your name, get him to cum and make a mess all over himself, he was going to — it took all of but three seconds to eat and swallow all of his domineering and bratty thoughts. He cried out, mostly in shock as his back arched, and his dick throbbed visibly twitching hard against the duvet as you slammed your hips against his ass. His entire body went weak, it was like all the strength he had to keep himself composed was sucked out of him and clustered into his lower body for the sake of experiencing this newfound pleasure alone. The pressure against his prostate overwhelmed him completely. He couldn’t see clearly for a split second; he could hear how heavy his breathing was. His eyes were wide as he stared down under him, he came… everywhere. He blushed in embarrassment as you sat there looking at him the whole time in the mirror. It was beautiful, he was beautiful. Everything about him was damn near perfect. Childe looked up at you in the mirror and then over his shoulder in silence. When your eyes met, you noticed the vulnerability in them, but you certainly could see the rising anger which only amused you. “What?” You spoke, like you didn’t just make him burst. He blushed out of frustration because he couldn’t stay mad at you plus, hedonistic as he was — he wanted to feel it again, it was almost akin to the same feeling he got when he was in the heat of battle.

“Keep going.” Cumming once was never enough for him, he needed to go until he wasn’t able to anymore it was the only way to satiate his libido. It was how he went about battle too, of course sex was no different even when experiencing something new such as this. It was dangerously addicting and he’d have his fill no matter what. Much to his surprise you slowly began to pick up a steady rhythm, moving your hips in a mild circle either counter clockwise or clockwise as your rolled them forward with a sweet arch to graze against his g-spot in a deep grind. He didn’t care about not moaning anymore, not that he could help himself anyway. With a flushed face he pressed his cheek into the mattress with one eye closed as he relished in the pleasure you were giving him. Thinking back, he always made you feel pleasure and happiness beyond your understanding, you simply wanted to return the favor in a way that made him feel like he could be vulnerable and let go of any worry. You leaned down and over to place a kiss on his cheek as best you could, you weren’t that tall.

“I love you Ajax.” You whispered, he didn’t know why but your words almost made him cry, maybe the emotions bubbling up from being overwhelmed was getting to him. In any case, he smiled at you. A sheen of sweat on his forehead and brow rolled down and soaked the duvet lightly.

“I love you more.” He said, always trying to one up you. A grin surfaced on both of your faces, with another kiss to the shell of his ear you moved back and began to pick up the pace. In all honesty, your back was starting to ache a bit, it made you wonder how Childe could fuck into you like that for hours at a time. You’d ask later for better tips but for now, you were focused on him. With your hips moving forward in a tantalizing grinding motion; all you could hear were the drowned out moans of your name on Tartaglia’s lips, obscured by the duvet his face was buried in. His free hand was wrapped snug around the base of his thick cock. He pumped his shaft, the prominent vein that knotted from his hold only made him groan deeply as he stroked himself through you fucking him from behind. He whimpered, the cum from earlier coating his hands also covered his lower naval and balls as well and aided in milking him free of anything left in his balls, or at least that’s what he had hoped. They were heavier than normal and may have been the result of the simulation of his prostate. With your own powerful thrusts he jerked forward a bit from the force, the entire action was making him dizzy as the blood began to flow downhill.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum.” He stated plainly through the end of a deep breath; almost as if he was focusing solely on that — he was. Noticing this, your grip on his hair and left hip tightened you pulled him back completely and pushed forward to press hard against him in the depths of his core, making sure to stimulate his prostate. As you did this Childe was looking forward, blankly into the mirror not focusing on anything in particular. Tears began to flood his vision from overheating, his body was on fire — unbeknownst to him you were using pyro to warm his center mostly but his entire body as well. This was the most intense thing he had ever felt, his left eye twitched as his lower abdomen and ass contracted all at once. “F..f u..” he couldn’t finish, his eyes rolled back and his lips parted as he let out a deep exhale that ended in a breathless moan. With his hand wrapped around his shaft, he let it fall and his dick freely throb for a few long seconds as you pounded into his ass. Warm pearly white pre spilled over the tip until finally, his dick twitched hard enough against the duvet in an intense release. Copious amounts of semen flooded from the tip in long thick ropes. He whimpered and a slight whine left his lips, you leaned over which caused more pressure to build up and even more of his cum to flood out from the tip of his cock in obscene amounts of warm gooey spurts. Upon you leaning over you placed sweet kisses on his neck, shoulders and upper back as you rubbed his sides. Childe wasn’t loud, but you could tell the strain that was being put on him from such an intense orgasm was getting to him and, you wanted nothing more than to soothe him the best you could in the midst of his blissful high. It was working, Childe seemed to relax through the the height of his release which made it all the more enjoyable for him. With one last roll of his hips on the mess beneath him, Childe let out a groan that stemmed from his chest. His grip on the spread beneath you loosened as he relaxed and you pulled out of him. You reached down and behind you to undo the harness around your hips and waist; watching as Childe remained strong on his hands and knees, shaking slightly. After a moment of silence, deep eyes the color of the dark sky locked onto your own. His gaze made you blush, he was also too quick for you to react. He had you by the neck pinned to the bed beneath him, with a slick slight grin on his lips as he leaned in. Nose brushing idly against your cheek bone and over your own nose and lips. Almost as if he was he was deciding on what he wanted to do to you. All the while his eyes were half lidded as he looked over your body and face.

“Look at the mess you’ve made.” He said, in regards to the large amount of cum that soaked the bed as well covered parts of his thighs and crotch. Your eyes drifted a bit down to see and you sort of half smiled as you returned his gaze, a challenge in your eye akin to his, it only made him excited.

“I think that was all you, Ajax.” You jested with a slight roll of your eyes, the grip he had around your neck tightened but nothing harmful, he just wanted you to writhe like he did. He scoffed lightly and his smirk widened as he leaned in impossibly close.

“Maybe, but you did ‘make me’, didn’t you?” He questioned, using your earlier words against you. With a smirk he moved up to twirl a strand of your curly dark hair between his fingers. Your face flushed, who knew that was going to bite you back in the ass later. He did. He might’ve done it on purpose too. Whatever the case may be, Childe just smiled as he took hold of your hand, letting loose of the strands between his fingers. The expression on your face was quite the sight to behold as he guided your hand idly down to his balls. Your eyes grew wider and your face burned hot, they were still so full and heavy; he had every intention of dumping all of his cum into your constricting cunt.

“How are you not tired?” You snickered, moving your hand up to lick your palm clean of the slick cum that coated your hand. Childe only chuckled and took you hand away from your mouth, kissing the back of it before he pinned it above your head.

“Who knows, maybe I love sex just as much as battle,” he stated, leaning down to bury is face in your neck to leave sweet kisses and love bites in the wake of his lips. He moaned in your ear, quite low and it formed into a slight growl. “Think of it as a challenge I’ll win.” He finished, moving back to meet your gaze, his refractory period was over, he could feel himself growing hard again and with that he sat back with a firm grip on your hips. With your legs newly spread and your sweet glacé coating his fingers as soon as he slipped two of them inside was enough to turn him on again. The noises you made were an ample plus. He might’ve enjoyed being pegged but, seeing you in heat underneath him fed into that dangerous power play kink of his and he fucking adored it, and you! Which is why, for rest of the day and most of the night you two remained tangled together as one.

Bonus

Qingce village, that’s where you two were for the time being, in fact you both were sitting in the hot spring that sat nestled behind the waterfall within the heart of the village itself. Both of you nude and soaking in the heated mineral waters. You were also quite sore in your own right, your skin decorated with hickeys and slight bruising around your hips. Childe wasn’t unscathed either, you were prone to leaving a plethora of mild bite marks and scratches down his back and arms. It was safe to say the sex you two routinely had was more than adventurous, spontaneous, sometimes rough but always wild and fun. Albeit, there are times where your fun was slow and sensual for the love you two shared was true and; would make anyone who witnessed it boil with envy. Sometimes, Childe liked making people jealous on purpose just to get a rise out of them. In any case, you two sat together with his arm over your shoulder. He toyed with your bare breast with his free hand as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Where did you get the strap on?” Childe asked, randomly glancing down at you. You peeked up at him only to close your eyes and put your head back onto his shoulder.

“Bolai.” You said, eyes closed as the serene air of the natural spring soothed your aching body. It made you wonder if Childe was sore too, probably masking it. He laughed and shook his head.

“I’m not surprised, Zhongli told me he placed an order for red silk rope. I suppose old man Bolai would have other things of that nature. It’s funny really.” He chuckled as he pulled you closer placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. In the distance given you weren’t too far away from the backyard of your grandmothers house you heard her voice.

“My dear! Are you here? I’m back from an old friends— Oh! Why is the duvet sheet set hanging out on the clothes line outside? I was sure I washed it before I left here.” You blushed upon hearing that, hoping it would be dry by the time she arrived back home. Childe grinned a bit not saying a word as he leaned over the edge of the spring. Watching you hop out and stumble frenetically to pick up your clothes as well as wrap your body in a towel in attempts to cover yourself. You were so passionate about even the little things, it was no wonder he fell in love with you. Now you had to think of an excuse as to why the blankets and sheets were out to dry in the middle of the day!

[angelsxbelle]

hq boys when they cheat on you.

this is so angsty i’m sorry buy- i was in desperate need of haikyuu cheating angst and i couldn’t find any so i wrote some:’)

characters: atsumu, tendou, semi, bokuto

i hope this is okay, i might do more of this as a series with different characters- also for whatever reason my bokuto tags weren’t working??

warnings: mentions of sex but nothing explicit, angst, unresolved angst in some, general sadness

ATSUMU  ♡  you had noticed a change in the man you had once called your boyfriend, the late nights, the lipstick on his shirt that didn’t look familiar. the feeling that he didn’t want you anymore. and yet to the untrained eye he was the same loving and caring boyfriend he had always been. you could have sworn he was exactly the same as when you first started dating, when he was in love with you and only you. he claimed to have just been tired, he was affectionate but somewhat hesitant, as if there was something he was looking for somewhere else but couldn’t find it. so when you came home early from work one night, remembering he would still be at the practice he said he had, you finally saw what he was looking for, the bags of groceries crashing and breaking on the floor as you clutched your hand to your chest in disbelief, fingers clawing at the fabric of your shirt. atsumu’s eyes shot up to you in a millisecond, you could see the cold fear in them as he realized that you had just walked in on him on top of another girl in your bed. “b-babe! It’s not what it looks like i promise! ya just walked in at the wrong time!” you hesitated, “h-how could you do this to me tsumu? you said i was good enough, that you love me, was it nothing this entire time? you said at the beginning no other girl could compare to me, am i just nothing to you? nothing?” “just please stay i promise i can fix it! please don’t go ya can’t-” “don’t do this to me tsumu”, you say as tears spill down your cheeks. you force yourself to walk away, taking small steps as you feel like you’re about to throw up. he was right, you thought. those other girls could never compare to how worthless you were.

TENDOU  ♡  being with tendou was amazing at first, he was the best boyfriend you could ever have asked for, he always knew what to do to make you fall in love with him even more, the little things that you would always notice he did for you. and as you settled into your relationship things were still just as good, you were closer to him than before. as you had known tendou in high school and after graduating you knew him better than anyone else did, about his past, his insecurities, his fears. he was a cheerful and playful person normally, it was part of his personality but it was also his way of hiding the things he didn’t want anyone else to see. you noticed lately he was getting clingier, more anxious, the smile on his face had started to slip away as the days past and he seemed less and less like himself. all you could do was comfort him, while you laid in bed with him and held his face to your chest as you whispered all the things you loved about him into his ears as tears streamed down his face. and then one afternoon while he was at work, you got a text from your best friend. you read what she had said, but you just couldn’t understand. so you waited for him to come home. it was silent. you stood in front of him, while he sat at your kitchen table. “satori, i know you cheated on me.” his eyes got wide and you could see the panic etched in his face. “before you freak out, i’m not leaving, i hate that you did this to me, but i’m going to forgive you.” he broke down in tears in front of you, his sobs echoing off the walls of your shared apartment. you walked up to him and wrapped him up in a tight hug. “i’m s-sorry”, he cried while clutching on to your shirt, “i’ll never do it again.” you said, “i love you, and i know you need me right, now, and if you ever do i’ll leave but for right now, i can’t lose you. we can figure this out, i promise.”

SEMI  ♡  he had always told you he got shy seeing people he knew come to his shows, that it would make him nervous and that he’d mess up and freeze on the spot. and you believed him, and kept your distance since you knew you were the one he came home to, and you trusted him. and so you were content with just laying on his bare chest at home, listening to him pluck away at his guitar as he sung softly for you, it was moments like these that made up for it all. things had been going well for you, but when you had a night off of work the same day as one of his shows, you figured it couldn’t hurt to try and see him if you hid in the shadows where he couldn’t see you, and just listen to him play. and so you snuck away that night, butterflies in your stomach from nerves and hopefulness. just as you had imagined, he was amazing, every word he sang came out of his heart alive, and after it was all over you made your way backstage, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset with you. so there you stood, in the doorway of the backstage entrance, feeling your heart drop the ground and shatter as you watched your boyfriend kissing another girl against the wall, grabbing handfuls of her ass and her hair, like you had never even existed at all. his eyes opened, and grew wide as he saw you standing in the doorway. “b-babe! what are you doing here?” “i came to see you, i guess you were right, i shouldn’t have come here at all”, you said, voice cracking as you fought back tears. “w-we can still make this right though, she didn’t mean anything to me!” you could see in his eyes that he knew he was fighting a losing battle, and as you saw tears prick at the corner of his eyes, you turned around and muttered, “goodbye eita.”

BOKUTO  ♡  from the day that he asked you out with a boyish grin on his face and a blush painting his round cheeks, bokuto koutarou had been the best person to be by your side, always the right choice for you and the only man you could ever imagine being with your entire life. even after years he never changed, every day with him was just as interesting as the last and he always showered you with love, never letting you forget how much he loved you. sometimes he had to reassure you since you would get insecure occasionally, reminded of the twitter comments saying the bokuto koutarou deserved someone better looking. he would kiss you all over, saying he loved every part of you and that you were all his, forever. one night you were watching one of your favorite movies together, cuddled up on the couch together wrapped up in layers of blankets with his big arms wrapped around you. he got up to go use the bathroom, and you sat alone on the couch waiting for him to come back when you heard his phone buzz, and decided to stop and look at it to make sure it wasn’t for work. 1 image attachment. 2 image attachments. you opened up instagram to check and your heart rate skyrocketed once you saw what it was. pictures of a girl with what you could barely call lingerie on showed up on the screen, a girl with a much nicer body than yours and perfect features. “babyyy i’m baaack!!!” you looked up and held up the phone, whispering, “kou, what is this?” his face completely distorted into an expression of pure horror, all the color washing away from his cheeks. “i- i didn’t ask for those, i promise! she must be one of my fans that tried to send me pictures, i’ll block her right now!” “how am i supposed to believe you kou, you can do so much better and you know it”, you almost shouted. his heart broke when he realized what you really thought of yourself. tears started to stream down your face at the same time they leaked from your boyfriend’s eyes, he pulled you in close, whispering in your ear, “i would never hurt you baby, i love you too much.” you held onto him tighter, you knew he was telling the truth and you also knew he’d never hurt you either, never in his whole life.

so um- yeah bokuto’s originally wasn’t supposed to have a wholesome ending but he was too much of a cinnamon roll i couldn’t do it :’)

[zonerobotnik]

Why "Team Awesome" is a lie

“So! Varian...we're buddies right?” “Team Awesome, remember?” “Oh...right.” ~ Plus Est En Vous Ladies and gentlemen, it has come to my attention that we have all been duped by Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure. One of the most heartfelt, genuine and fond friendships of the show...is nothing but a lie. And this friendship in question is the often-admired Team Awesome. Let me explain, before you grab the torches and pitchforks.

As you know, I am a fanfiction writer and many of my fanfics require me to watch the show over and over and over again to make sure that I get events right, because the transcripts of this show are non-existent, can someone please make proper transcripts so I don't have to keep doing this. I got off-topic. Anyways, while I was rewatching the show, it came to my attention that the only times that Eugene and Varian are “Team Awesome” are when Eugene is taking advantage of Varian in some way. Let's look at the timeline: “Team Awesome” first made an appearance when Varian, as an adorable kid, gave their budding friendship a code-name. The entire first meeting with him, Eugene was taking advantage of Varian's interest in him to get him to tell him what Rapunzel had told him to get around the fact that Rapunzel wasn't telling him anything. The very first mention of “Team Awesome” is Varian saying “Team Awesome is baaack” when he returns from the tunnels with Eugene, followed by him saying “Uh, yeah that's what Team Awesome does” when Eugene asks if they can talk. Eugene then later invokes it (“Do it for Team Awesome?”) to try to convince Varian to turn off the water boilers. The entire time he is with him, he is treating him like he's a child that doesn't know any better, acts distrusting and is just all around wary of him and his inventions. Which brings us to their second meeting, at the expo. When Rapunzel and Eugene approach Varian while he's helping tie up a banner that Cassandra left in a hurry, the following conversation occurs. Keep in mind, it has been quite a while since they first met: Rapunzel: Oh! Hi, Varian! I haven't seen you since we— Eugene: Since your last invention almost killed us! So glad you're here – with, what looks like, another invention. Well, wasn't that dripping with sarcasm? Once again, distrust and, as a bonus, passive-aggression. Nothing builds a friendship like that, right? There's no other interactions between them in this episode, and actually, their very next interaction is Varian hiding from him while Rapunzel makes excuses and lies to hide the fact that she's helping Varian steal Herz Der Sonne's journal so they can steal the Sundrop Flower. Let's save some time and space and word count and just say that Team Awesome did not exist EVER in season 1. Skipping Season 2, for obvious reasons. The only mention of Varian was Adira saying his name in reference to Quirin being his father and Rapunzel having a magical idol nightmare about him. Moving on to season 3, when “Team Awesome” is strongest. Or, well, when it actually exists. Except it doesn't. Let me explain. After Varian turns on the Saporians and joins Rapunzel's side again, Eugene is still distrustful of him right along with the rest of the town, up until “Be Very Afraid”. However, judging by Varian's complete confusion and surprise to see Cassandra the day she kidnapped him, we can assume that even Rapunzel did not trust him fully until after he had proven he wasn't going to side with Cassandra by actively opposing her to the point of being drugged, hurt and locked up in a cage. Eugene is sent out to try to help him out of the cage and together they figure out the fourth incantation. This is the “birth” of Team Awesome, the moment they actually became friends. Or was it? In truth, Eugene never saw Varian as a friend, and it's questionable on if Rapunzel actually did, really. While Rapunzel tried to include Varian in as much as she could even before he had fully redeemed himself, Eugene mostly avoided him up until his kidnapping, where he offers Varian his hand as something to rely on. But, looking at the following episodes, let's look at their interactions. 1. Race to the Spire Rapunzel finds out that Cassandra is attacking the Spire and asks Varian to help her get there quickly by modifying his balloon. (We can assume, this conversation is actually off-screen and it cuts right to Varian working on the balloon while Rapunzel plots her course and Eugene watches him work). Varian is in a pretty good mood talking to

Rapunzel about his work, but his good mood is promptly ruined when he sees Eugene messing around with his equipment like a toddler wanting to push all the buttons. He flatly and patiently tells him to stop touching things he's not supposed to, then finally decides to prank him with a scare, saying what he was reaching for was going to blow up if he messes with it. Harmless fun, right? Well, no, because pranking each other is not actually a sign of harmless fun, especially with Eugene then resorting to gluing Varian's boots to the ground in retaliation after teasing him a little by messing with his ear. You know who else teases and pranks each other? King Frederic and King Trevor. Let's just say, they aren't friends and it sounds like they never have been. Varian then disappears for the rest of the episode. 2. Flynnposter Varian is about to reveal a new invention to help the Kingdom when Eugene runs in screaming about someone that resembles him. He then, in all his wisdom, gives Lance the job of Captain while he runs off to track down the lookalike copycat thief and didn't even acknowledge Varian until he loudly cleared his throat and passive-aggressively said “I'll wait”. What kind of friend would do that? Honestly, there's nothing to work with here, it's just the next episode we see them together. No sign of “Team Awesome”. 3. Once a Handmaiden This is the first time “Team Awesome” is EVER mentioned in Season 3, actually. After using a new weapon, the amber gun, on black rocks with Cassandra's face pinned on them, Varian then says “Alright, Team Awesome! Project Obsidian is a success!” while doing a little hip-bumping victory dance with Captain Eugene Fitzherbert, who was supervising his testing of the new weapon. Then Rapunzel comes up and they explain what Project Obsidian is to her, and when Varian shows signs of animosity to Cassandra, Eugene leans on him to shut him up before Varian goes to continue his tests before he says something else to earn Eugene's ire. Unfortunately, his tests actually earn him a glare from Eugene, who is trying to assure Rapunzel that they won't be attacking Cassandra – while Varian is shooting at dummies of Cassandra, negating his words as he says them. After getting her to sign off on the use of the weapon, the two of them vanish for the rest of the episode until Cassandra attacks, where we see them on patrol together with Varian carrying around his new weapon. Eugene then tells him to wait for his signal as they get into position, treating Varian like one of his soldiers, not a friend. Please note, we have not seen any sign of them doing anything together that wasn't involved in Varian working for him and/or Rapunzel in some way. After Varian's invention “malfunctions”/is set off by Zhan Tiri, they then both evade Cassandra's attacks before fleeing the city together with everyone else. 4. Plus Est En Vous After escaping the city, the citizens of Corona hole up in the Snuggly Duckling and Eugene starts pacing, trying to figure out what to do next while Varian reads a book about Demanitus to try to find anything they can use. Rapunzel then comes in and gives a pep-talk, during which Eugene casually “jokes” with Varian about his criminal past. Rapunzel: I'm not gonna sugarcoat this. This is the biggest challenge this Kingdom has ever faced. Eugene: No offense, Varian. Varian: Meh. It's a fun little quip, but did he HAVE to remind everyone about Varian's criminal past in the middle of the pep-talk? What kind of friend DOES that? Way to make things more tense! After the pep-talk, Varian talks about a portal they can use to trap the demon in another dimension and Rapunzel takes her social circle of the season to go find what they need. On the way, Eugene takes some time to tentatively bring up the possibility of Varian's father being controlled by the Mindtrap. Eugene: So! Varian...we're buddies right? Varian: Team Awesome, remember? Eugene: Oh...right. Uh, yeah. Eugene then awkwardly glances to the side before changing the topic to the Brotherhood and Quirin's involvement,

which he does in a very careful, wary way, watching Varian for any sign of hostility – and Varian did get hostile, to which Eugene then put his hands out in a placating gesture and told him to forget it. First of all, what was that awkward look for after Varian reminded him that they were “Team Awesome”? This, to me, is the biggest evidence of “Team Awesome” not actually existing outside of Varian's mind, seeing as he is the ONLY one to mention it, and Eugene just goes along with it or reacts awkwardly. Then we get the one and only time that Eugene EVER mentions “Team Awesome” in season 3. After Quirin is Mindtrapped and tries to open the portal to suck them all inside the interdimensional portal, he is stopped by a stun mechanism Varian installed in his helmet following his conversation with Eugene, which is followed by this conversation: Quirin: *collapses* Varian: *runs to his side* Dad! Dad! Don't worry! You'll be okay, I promise! Eugene: *kneeling next to him* What happened? Varian: I thought about what you said. So, I took...precautions. *pained look* I rigged his helmet with a temporary stun mechanism. Eugene: *big grin* Score one for Team Awesome! *laughs* Varian: Heh...yeah. *glum look* Team Awesome... Eugene: *notices he's upset* Let's say we get him someplace more comfortable? Varian: *grateful smile* To me, THIS may be the only time that Eugene actually cared about him and his feelings, the only time that he showed that he just might want to be his friend. Then again, he may just be making sure he doesn't go off the deep end again because he was forced to hurt his father to help the Kingdom and no one seemed to care. The episode goes on, and we don't actually see them interacting at all for...the rest of the series. Once the danger is passed, we see Varian coming up to Eugene and Rapunzel, but what do they do? They reach for Cassandra and give her all the love and affection and forgiveness while he just looks on and everyone else, for some reason, give wide, beaming smiles. (Seriously, looking at the scene, Varian is the only one NOT smiling). But, that's a whole other can of worms. The next time they interact is Varian clearing his throat after Eugene calls him “Royal science nerd” during narration, prompting Rapunzel to correct him to “Royal Engineer”, but that's not really any evidence of them being close as it is that he still belittles him. Frankly, looking at the evidence, I think we can safely say that “Team Awesome”, as the fandom likes to see it, does not actually exist in canon and Varian is little more than an employee to Eugene. Will that change? Possibly. His actually showing that he noticed Varian was in emotional pain and offering him a little comfort does give me hope. But, as of the actual series, “Team Awesome” was just something that Eugene used to manipulate Varian into doing what he wanted, such as giving him information or building a weapon that fired off amber solution because it's the only thing that works on the rocks Cassandra controls. And thus concludes my rant on why “Team Awesome” doesn't exist. Thank you for reading.

[junicai]

NCT being whipped for miyazu aria for seven minutes ;

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[ NCT 127 Takes a Friendship Test ; Glamour 2020 ]

offscreen: “So, what was your first impression of Aria?” 

Aria pressed herself into Doyoung’s side briefly, muttering a translation of the question into his ear. They had been briefed on the questions beforehand anyway, but she wanted to make sure he understood before he began answering - just in case he had forgotten.

Doyoung tilted his head down to Aria, a mischievous grin making its way onto his face; and it was only then, that Aria remembered exactly how the two had met in the first place. 

Aria started to flush, shaking her head rapidly and burying her face into her hands. “Oh god no,” she whined. 

Doyoung laughed at her, pulling her into his side with an arm over her shoulder and holding her there while he began speaking. 

“Ah, Aria? We met for the first time when Aria was still tiny - well, tinier,” 

“Hey!” 

“And,” Doyoung continued on, laughing, “I had left my jacket in one of the practice rooms. It was a gift from my hyung, so I had gone back to get it even though it was really late. But when I went in to get it, I found Aria, sitting on the floor in the dark with it over her lap instead.” 

At this point, Aria had fully buried her face into Doyoung’s chest, in a futile attempt to hide her reddened cheeks. “I thought it belonged to one of my friends,” she weakly protested, embarrassed by the laughs of the staff members behind the camera. “You scared me when you came in!” 

“You stole my jacket!” 

Aria sent a withering look to the camera. 

“Czennie. Doyoung-oppa doesn’t care if I freeze, I want you to remember this.”

Doyoung gaped at her, yanking her back into his arms with an offended gasp, “Yah, you brat that’s a lie.”

Aria began sliding to the floor, letting her arms go boneless and limp. “You don’t love me!”

Doyoung started to stop with her, trying to hold her up in his arms. “Aria, Aria don’t sit on the floor it’s dirty, get up-”

The music of the other idol groups played quietly through the green room’s speakers, a small television setup in the upper right hand corner allowing the idols inside to monitor the performances outside. 

Renjun tossed a half full water bottle over to Jisung, who was sitting on the floor beside the sofa where Jaemin, Jeno and Aria were; all three of them looking elated yet exhausted. 

Ridin’ was a choreography heavy dance, and although Aria hadn’t many lines in this particular song, she was still struggling to push through the residual pain in her lower back. She had strained it earlier on in the month, pushing herself too far with too little preparation during rehearsals and was paying the price for it.

Most of Aria’s time in the greenroom before their performance was spent ensuring the other boys that yes, she was ok to perform and no, she wasn’t going to sit this one out.

The boys begrudgingly accepted her protests; but that hadnt stopped Jeno ever-so-carefully tugging her onto the sofa once they returned to the greenroom post-performance, gently pushing her to lie her head down on Jaemin’s lap and bringing her legs up into Jeno’s. 

Jisung had wandered over later, eyes stuck to his phone screen but he willingly sacrificed his left hand to hold onto Aria’s when she hissed at the knot Jeno was trying to knead out of her lower back.

Jaemin shushed her softly, running a hand through her hair and untangling strands with his fingers. When Aria’s eyes had clenched shut and a whimper broke out from between her lips, Jeno’s hands froze in their movements, instantly bending closer to whisper apologizes.

“No, no it’s okay,” Aria said, attempting to prop herself up. 

Jaemin pressed her back down, her head staying in his lap. “Stop it, let Nono help.”

She knew that there was something more to say, but having awknowledged that their current circumstances were not the best to have such a discussion, he settled for carding a hand through her hair again. 

Aria let her eyes drift closed, hand still curled in Jisung’s, and legs pillowed in Jeno’s lap. 

Who’s name do you think matches their appearance? 

Kun pressed his lips together, thinking. 

“Hm, all of the members put a lot of thought into their stage names, so they all fit very well,” he hummed, eyes flickering between the paper and the camera. 

He took in a breath, clearly torn. 

“Ah!” he exclaimed, looking up to the camera. “Aria, her name fits her really well; Akari is such a beautiful name and it compliments her personality perfectly. She’s really like a fruit sometimes - she’s always cheerful and energetic, like she’s on a constant sugar rush. Very sweet.” the smile that overtook Kun’s features was nothing sort of soft. 

He quickly scribbled down Aria’s name in Hangul, before rolling the pen into the middle of his palm and straightening up again.

“Yiyang, is her Chinese name - she asked me to give her one last year. And you shouldn’t listen to Winwin, her full name is Qian Qiuyue, ok?”

Kun was laughing at himself now, picking back up the pen and moving to read the next question.

a/n: i know mr qian kun did NOT just say aria was fruity. 

aria nct lgbt sub-unit confirmed

Renjun was sat beside Aria on a single piano stool, shoulders pressed together as she leaned forwards to try and make sense of the notes written on the pages in front of her. 

“You know the basics, right?” Renjun questioned, hand coming out to flip forward in the music book a few pages. The single crotchet notes quickly turned into more complex rhythms, and from the side of his vision he could see Aria paling slightly.

He turned his head to look at her, “Riri, c’mon I know you know more than Mary had a Little Lamb, you can’t stay at beginner level forever.”

“Yes I can.” Aria sulked. 

Renjun sighed. “You were the one who asked me to teach you.” 

“Yes! When I thought it would be easier than this, my fingers just don’t do what they’re meant to do!”

“That’s why I’m here!” Renjun cut off her tirade. “I’m not going to laugh at you if you make mistakes - you’re learning, and everyone makes mistakes when they’re learning.”

“Promise?”

He ruffled her hair slightly, “Promise. Now here, look, this one isn’t difficult you’ll manage this one fine.”

“Injunnie.”

“Mm?”

“-nevermind, okay just. How do I?”

Renjun lifted his hands onto the keys of the piano, showing her the placement of her fingers and getting her to copy him. Aria did so, and then he was running her slowly, step-by-step through the first few bars of the piece, catching her when she played dud notes and clapping softly when she played through without stuttering. 

Soon enough, Aria was playing a simplistic but solid melody line with her right hand, basic accompanying chords with her left, and Renjun was staring at the side of her face; head tilted slightly to the left and a small, barely-there proud glint in his eye. 

 [BUBBLE UPDATE 210205 ]

ARIA~~

czennie

i heard about the tiny horse

do u think they’d let me get one

if i asked nicely??

“Jae, Jae! Jaehyun!” Aria coughed out the older boy’s name, throwing a glare over her shoulder. “If you insist on leaning your entire bodyweight on me, please don’t throttle me in the process.”

The man only sent a weak apologetic grin her way before his feet slid out from underneath him and he was left grappling at the small girl yet again. 

“You know when you said you wanted me to teach you ice-skating I didn’t know this was how you were planning on murdering me. If I have to die, I’d rather go out with a bang - ya’know? Not death by groupmate, that’s borinG-” Aria’s voice wobbled as she was pulled yet again. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Jaehyun apologized, going so far as to take his hands off her shoulders. “I think I’ve got it now.”

He made it another few steps forward before he was tossed off balance by an eight year old boy rushing past, startling him to the point of jumping backwards.

When Jaehyun’s legs went from underneath him, he flailed his arms in a futile attempt to regain his balance - one of the windmilling arms catching Aria’s extended hands in the process. 

Aria let out a shriek as her skates went as well, tumbling backwards. Her head would have made a harsh impact onto the ice - no arms ready to catch her fall - if it wasn’t for Jaehyun’s hand catching the back of her neck and taking the brunt of the impact. 

Lying on the ground, Jaehyun coughed out a laugh, Aria staring him down. 

All too soon though, Aria joined him in the laughter, head still pillowed on Jaehyun’s arm and the pair of them still lying on their backs on the ice.

“Hello everyone, today I’m with my favourite baby, say hi baby!”

Ten’s grin was audible in his words as he spoke to Aria, who waved before opening her mouth. “Your favourite baby?” 

Ten cooed, “Yes, my favourite baby,” while crossing the floor of the practice room to throw his arms around Aria. 

He rocked her side to side, pressing kisses to the top of her head. 

“And what makes me your favourite? You know Yangie won’t be pleased if he hears he’s been replaced,” Aria lifted her head to look up at Ten. 

“You accept the title of my baby, and are therefore my favourite. You don’t fight my love.” Ten shakes her dramatically side to side, mourning the one-sided relationship. 

Aria only patted his head in solace. “It’s ok. If it’s any consolation the only reason I don’t fight your hugs is because you’re faster than I am.”

Ten let out a pained gasp. “Betrayed by both my babies. How ever will I survive!”

Aria tried to pry his arms away from her shoulders that were shaking with barely-suppressed laughter, worming her way out from his embrace. Ten only tightened his hold, going limp and dragging her onto the floor.

“No...” Ten cried, “I’m dying...”

Aria’s laughter turned to shrieks when he began to tickle her stomach on the skin that was showing from where her t-shirt had lifted up from the movement. 

“No no no no stop Ten, TEN stop I’m sorry I take it back I take it baaack-” 

“Say it!” Ten demanded, unrelenting. 

“I’m your baby! I’m your baby I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Aria was rolling away from his hands, trying to escape but Ten only turned to lie flat on top of her. 

“Exactly.”

a/n: nct world 2.0 gave us so much content of the boys loving aria im :’( smth in the water made aria super cuddly this time around i think she’s after all of their hearts 

- aria collecting nct members like pokemon cards

Immediately after Jungwoo’s defeat, Aria sidestepped to behind Lucas where she fisted her hands in his shirt. 

“Aria! You’re next!” The presenter called out, and soon all the members in OFN has turned to face her. 

She poked her head around to see Yuta standing at the arm wrestling table already, tongue between teeth and grinning at her partially hidden form. 

Aria squeaked and ducked back behind Lucas. “Noo,” she moaned, already knowing what was going to happen.

To their credit, Johnny and Jungwoo tried their best to bolster her spirits before she emerged, but Aria still shuffled up to the table with her head tucked down, paying no attention to the calls of support from the boys behind her. 

Yuta rolled his sweater sleeve up again, and Aria looked up to meet his eyes.

“Onii-chan~” she tried, biting her lip to stop the laughter from bursting out. 

Yuta brought a hand up to his mouth before turning away, eyes wide. Aria could hear the cheers of cute! from her teammates behind her; Yuta’s teammates doing their level best to convince him not to cave under Aria’s widened eyes. 

“Onii-chan, you know I’m not very strong,” Aria made sure to heighten her voice’s register a bit, and stuck out her bottom lip, “Can you go easy on me?” 

Aria could hear Mark calling out to Yuta to not fall for it.

“Yah!” Aria dropped her voice back to her normal register, yelling out to Mark. “Stop it this is all I have!” 

The laughter was heard from across the field from the members in the tents, and Aria was left to sadly shuffle her way closer to the table and interlink her hand with Yuta’s. 

He sent her a consoling smile, the referee blew the whistle and then Aria was pushing with all her might against Yuta. Her legs came up like Renjun’s did, face scrunched up with the effort before the back of her hand met the plastic-covered table and Yuta was announced the victor. 

He quickly made his way around the table, wrapping Aria in a hug and picking her up to spin her around. Aria only giggled at him, sticking her tongue out at Ten who called Yuta out for fraternizing with the enemy.

Aria knew that a springboard worked off of your downward momentum, so it seemed perfectly logical to assume that if she barreled her bodyweight into the jump, then she would make it high enough to get over the 200cm vault. 

She’d made it over the previous heights with varying degrees of success, but the new towering height was throwing her off a bit. Cheers came from both her teammates sitting down beside the mat as well as the other members sitting in the shade. 

“Aria! Challenge accepted!” she called out, pumping her fist into the air. 

From the corner of her eye, Aria could see Johnny leaning forward with his hands on his knees, watching carefully as she ran up to the springboard. Lucas was in a similar position, was it not for the wide grin he sported.

Beginning her run she tried to use up as much speed as possible, sprinting to the vault before jumping with her feet together onto the springboard and allowing it to propel her up and over the vault.

However what she had failed to account for; was the length of her arms. 

Aria made it over the 190cm vault, but her fingertips barely scraped the top and it left her with a choice of either trying to become Superman and face-planting into the mat on the other side, or bringing her legs together prematurely and hope she didn’t lose a leg. 

She couldn’t hear the gasps that left everyone’s mouth once her hands missed the top of the vault, missing the way Lucas moved closer to the mat with a jerk forward. 

Bringing her legs closed, Aria swung her bodyweight forward and grappled behind her for the vault in a panic. A yelp left her mouth as her hand caught on the rung and she tucked it back into her body when her feet met the edge of the mat.

Unstable, Aria toppled backwards with her hands stretching out behind her again to prevent herself from falling. Her back landed against the vault, and she knocked it over, falling on top of the now-split pieces. 

Despite it all, Aria was laughing hysterically, hands coming up to cover her face as she tried to hide her flaming red cheeks. An arm extended to her and she hoisted herself out of the middle of the vault, soon coming to rub at her back.

“Does that count?” Aria could hear the presenters asking should she be disqualified for knocking over the vault even after landing, but she was more concentrated on the hand on her back that was guiding her to her other teammates, all clapping wilding and cheering. 

“You okay?” Lucas’ voice came in her ear, laughter but also concern audible in his tone. His hand was still rubbing slowly along her back, soothing the reddened skin underneath the t-shirt she was wearing. 

“Yeah I’m fine,” Aria let her head fall forwards as she laughed at the thought of the picture she must have looked, flailing as she barely made it over the vault. “I don’t know if I’ll make it over the next one though.”

“Ah it’s okay. I’ll knock it over too and then I can join you.”

The gate at the back end of the tunnel swung closed with a clang, everyone inside letting out a shout. 

Aria, having been standing in front of Johnny, tucked inside his coat while he back hugged her (she wasn’t built for the cold weather, and the denim jacket she wore was doing nothing to save her from hypothermia) let out a yelp and turned her face into Johnny’s chest.

Johnny pushed her behind him slightly as he turned around to look what had happened, and Aria clung to his waist while the others around them furrowed their eyebrows in confusion. 

Trapped?

a/n: and a bonus clip bc shes was so CUTE during mtopia i couldnt not 

In the emptied dining room, the SuperM members scattered around the different table set ups, searching for the coloured pieces of paper. Taeyong had wandered over to the food counter, while Ten had migrated towards the opposite end of the hall.

Baekhyun could see the other members in various locations; all apart from one. 

“Oh? Aria, where did you go?” 

The youngest member was no where to be found, and Baekhyun’s question gathered the attention of Taemin and Mark who were standing nearby. Mark tilted his head in a question, eyebrows lifted and then furrowed when he too looked around for the girl and couldn’t find her.

“I’m here!”

Baekhyun let out a small scream, jumping back from the table he was standing beside.

Beneath the tablecloth poked out Aria’s head, a sheepish smile on her face when she realized she’d scared her leader. 

“I thought there might be some clues underneath, so I wanted to check.” she explained, slowly shuffling out from underneath the table. 

“Baekhyun hyung did she scare you?” Jongin teased, as Taemin cooed over the adorable picture Aria made as she straightened up and brushed off the dust from her skirt. 

Baekhyun floundered, spluttering “What? No! I don’t get scared.” 

He puffed out his chest theatrically.

“Sorry oppa, I didn’t mean to scare you~” Aria said through suppressed laughter, coming over to hug him around the waist.

Baekhyun deflated slighty, “Ah, it’s okay,” he grumbled, petting her hair. 

thank you for watching ! - haechanieski

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IMAGINE #42- I’ll be there

Yeah I’m baaack ladies and gents with a new requests done! I’m so sorry anon for the delay and I really hope you’ll enjoy this little piece with Lincoln ! ❤️ It’s the first time I wrote about him so I hope that I managed to represent well this character I like very much. I’m working on the next requests so stay tuned if you want more. Thanks a lot for your support ❤️

Summary : As Maisie’s godmother, you think that this little girl deserve an happiest life. When you come back after a long trip, you discover that she had found a very true friend who puts a smile again on her lovely face  

Pairing : Lincoln (What Maisie knew) x Reader

Warnings : serious subjects like sadness, divorce, alcohol and drugs abuses.

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A sense of relief came over you when the wheels of the plane finally touched down in New York. One more hour on that damn plane and you were going to go crazy. The plane settled down and one by one, the passengers took their personal belongings. Letting the most hurried ones go first, you took the opportunity to turn on your cell phone and check your calls. Your sister Susanna was supposed to pick you up, but since an hour, you have a bad feeling. It must be said that with her, it is very common...

You and Susanna were technically half sisters and you were ten years apart. Your mother had met Dan, your father, when Susanna was 8 years old. Two years later, you were born. You always got along well, despite the few years of difference, even when you both started your own lives. When she gave birth to her first daughter, she asked you to be her godmother and you gladly accepted this role. At age 30, Susanna realized her dream and became a rock singer. A brilliant idea that soon became a nightmare.

Success went to her head and she started going out clubbing, partying and drinking most of the time. To the great despair of her husband who was left alone to manage a 3 years old girl. Everyone thought that she would never do such things with the birth of little Maisie but everybody was wrong. Susanna did as she pleased and preferred to enjoy "her new life", as she started to say as an excuse...

When Maisie was 6 years old, Bread and Susanna divorced, further disrupting the little girl's life. To your dismay. Your job required you to travel frequently and you couldn't be there regularly to give any kind of support to the poor little Maisie. From the moment she was born, you had established a very special bond with her. When she was first put in your arms, you promised to take care of her and watch over her. When Maisie started to talk, she confided in you ; talking about her fears, her dreams, and you cursed yourself even more for not being there to brighten her day.

Six months ago, you were offered a golden opportunity in New York. You jumped at the chance to finally be with her more often. A chance to give her some happiness. And today, you were in the airport, phone to your ear, trying to reach Susanna. As you suspected, she wasn't there and she had forgotten about you... You sighed as you left the airport, ready to hail a cab.

*

"Hello sister! Yes, you forgot me at the airport" you exclaim, cutting Susanna off. She had hurriedly gotten up from the chair she was in, a bewildered expression on her face that showed she had only just remembered your visit. 

"Oh (X/Y)...my dear little sister...I'm...I’m so sorry" she said in a dramatic voice as she came over to hug you. 

"It's nothing, I'm used to it", you reply, hiding your frustration. At a glance, you notice the opened beer bottles, the glasses of alcohol lying in the middle of the table in the middle of ashtrays. You bite your cheek to keep from commenting. This was not the time, nor the moment. No need to make a scene here, in front of his producers and friends. They greeted you with a banal wave of the hand while continuing their discussions.

"I was so absorbed in recording my album that I lost all sense of time...", Susanna exclaimed, jumping up and down across the room like a ten years old little girl. She was not in her normal state or her condition had worsened since the last time..."Right guys?". Her friends laughed in agreement as they prepared the necessities to smoke a joint, like If it was the most normal thing in the world.  

"It's not just this album that's made you lose track of time," you think inwardly as you watch the scene in front of you. It was so surreal that you felt like you were in a dream or rather a nightmare.                                                         Susanna settles back into the sofa, giggles loudly and waits impatiently for her friend to finish his preparations. 

A quick glance at the wall clock and you realize you've only been here ten minutes. And that's long enough. 

"Well, I'll leave you to your work. I'll go get settled in my apartment. By the way, Susanna, where is Maisie?". No one reacts and this reinforces your idea that it is high time to leave this place.

"Oh uh...”, she takes a look at the clock, “She’s at school. Until 3pm I suppose. You can pick her up if you want" she replies absently as she continues to follow the others' conversation. You sigh and move your head, telling yourself that coming back to New York had been the best decision of all.

*

"Auntie (X/Y)" shouts a little girl's voice in the schoolyard, despite the ambiant noise coming from all the children. From a distance, you see a small figure running and weaving in and out of the other children until she gets in front of you. 

"My baby ! " you exclaim, stopping down to meet and take her in your arms. The little one literally throws herself into your arms, hugging you tightly. The sweet scent of her hair wafts up to your nostrils. 

"I'm so happy to see you" she says with her cute little voice, after puling back, putting her little hands on your shoulder. 

"I'm happy too...and guess what ? Auntie got a surprise for you". Maisie steps back slightly to face you, waiting to hear the surprise. 

“You got a present for me”, she exclamais, as jumping up and down and clapping in her hands. You laugh at her naivety. 

"I got one yes but I have a bigger and more interesting one. I'm going to live here for at least a few years now which means...that I can be with you all the time you want!". The blissful smile that breaks out on the little one's face was priceless. 

"For real ? Pinkie swear ?"

"Pinkie swear”. 

"Yippee" she screams as she leaves your arms to hop on the spot. "We'll be able to do whatever we want and go wherever we want."

"Anything you want sweetheart." You stand up, laughing at the enthusiasm but happy to know that you were going to bring some joy and happiness into this little girl's life. It revolted you to think of the harm your sister could inflict on her. 

How could she do this? It must be said that her father was not better. Susanna often complained about his absences because he was travelling a lot and had recently gone on a trip with his new girlfriend who was fifteen years younger than him. You couldn't imagine what five-year-old Maisie must be feeling and it was breaking your heart. 

"Lincoln !" Maisie's voice wakes you from your thoughts. The little girl walks over and throws herself against the legs of a man. He is rather thin, his blue t-shirt revealing a slender but worked body. His blond hair twirls in the wind as he leans in to put his long arms around Maisie's shoulders. 

You frown, worried about this man coming over and especially about your niece's reaction. It’s always suspicious to see an unknown man walking around near schools. Even though he doesn't look threatening, you are wary. 

Intrigued and determined to know what's going on, you walk forward and stop in front of them. Arms crossed and looking a bit threatening to impress this stranger. You want to make him understand that Maisie is not alone.

“Hum..”. The man raises his head and sees your face. 

"Oh...Hum...I'm sorry. I'm Lincoln" He quickly offers you his hand, which you politely shake but you even if you know his name name, you still don't know why he is here.

“He’s with mommy ”, explains Maisie with his baby voice, looking up. 

The man named Lincoln suddenly looks embarrassed and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah...Hum. I’m Susanna’s boyfriend”. 

Susanna's boyfriend? But...he must have been your age ! She's probably 10 years older than him! That's all you needed now...to deal with the young lover... But apparently Maisie had taken a liking to him. 

"You're Susanna's sister I think? I spotted you earlier at the studio”, he said, stroking little Maisie's hair while she was resting against his legs. You frown, searching in your memory. No, you're sure you didn't see him earlier at the studio - he wasn’t among the guys sat in the couch - but maybe he was in an other room.

"Yes. My name’s (X/Y). I'm also Maisie's godmother”. You quickly blame yourself for having give this information. Why did you need to add this after all ? Maybe because you were a little jealous of the way Maisie reacted to his presence. 

"Oh...Right ! Maisie has told me a lot about you".

"Yes and you know what Lincoln ? She's going to be with us for a long time", the little girl adds quickly as she leans her head back to talk to him. He smiles fondly at her too. 

"Oh really ? That's a good new !" he replies as he looks at you with a small smile. "I don't know if Maisie told you, but we had plans to go to the park after school."

It really put you on the spot. What to do? Even if Maisie got along with him, what was the proof that he was really trustworthy? Sure, he seemed nice, but that wasn't everything. 

"Oh yes! Come with us auntie, please please please ! We'll have a great time." You had planned to take her out for ice cream and a movie but obviously that would be for another time...But you can’t resist to her puppy eyes. At least by going with them, you can keep an eye on Maisie.

"Okay but you have to be home by 7pm". The man named Lincoln smiles and seems just as delighted as Maisie...

*

It must be said that your fears quickly dispel. As soon as you arrived at the children's area in the park, Lincoln and Maisie rushed to the facilities for a game of hide and seek. Sitting on a bench out of the way, you couldn't help but watch them. You were impressed. 

Lincoln was running and chasing Maisie like he was a five-year-old too. There was such a closeness between them that it was really touching. And a smile came over your face as you realized that finally Maisie had found someone who gave her joy and happiness when you could not be there. She was jumping, smiling and laughing. 

The more time passed, the more you watched Lincoln. What could he possibly see in Susanna? She was busy, sometimes crazy and drunk half of the time. Lincoln was totally different. He didn't seem to be a party animal, he didn't seem to be an alcoholic or drug addict too. He didn't look like a rock star at all.  The thought surprised you. Why would you think such a thing? Maybe because you were single, he was charming and you were probably a bit jealous of your sister.  

After about 20 minutes of play, Lincoln leaves Maisie play with another little boy of her age. He walks over, trying to catch his breath before coming over to sit next to you.

"Sometimes she forgets I'm an adult" he says with a little laugh as he takes a seat and sips his soda. You smile at him and imitate him while taking a sip of your own coffee. He offered to buy you something to drink and bought Maisie an ice cream. 

“She has a lot of energy but I think you already know that”. You smile at him and curiously, you saw that he had moved slightly closer to you, or was it an illusion? You could smell the fresh scent of his perfume. 

“Yes, she still makes me run around but I love spending time with her”. He takes a pause before adding : “It hurts my heart to see her in the studio, sitting on the floor on a coffee table drawing and waiting for Susanna to finish working”. 

You let out a little squeaky laugh while looking at her. She was playing alone in the grass now, picking flowers. She always had been a solitary child“I know this so well...Since her birth, Maisie has unfortunately not been a priority for her mother or her father. That’s why I decided to live here. I've already left her alone too long. I wish I could do more for her...”, your voice was full of regrets. Lincoln senses the hint of sadness and bitterness in your voice and to your surprise, he takes your hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You already did a lot. You do everything you can when you are here and that’s very honorable. You mean a lot to her, you know. She always talked to me about you, about what you did, the places you visited together. She only has good memories with you”. Lincoln's words comfort you and warm your heart. This man was really too kind and caring to deserve Susanna. But on the other hand, he had taken care of Maisie when you weren't around. Fortunately, he had been there. 

This little conversation ends when Maisie comes back with her hands full of little daisies. She offers them to you and you give her a big kiss on the cheek to thank her for her little attention.

“I’m going to pick some other for you”, she said very seriously to Lincoln before going back to the grass by hopping. You both laughs. She is incredible.

“So...You decide to move in here in New York ?”, he says as you are both still looking at her. 

“Yeah. No travels anymore. I’m staying here for a long long time”. Lincoln smiles. 

“I’d like to invite you and Maisie tomorrow night at the restaurant I’m working at. Well...I’m only a bartender and I’ll work but I promise, the food is delicious”.

“That’s sounds good to me. And I can already bet on Maisie's answer”.

“Me too”, he replies with a little laugh before waving at the little girl who came back once again, hands full of flowers. You smile for yourself. You can't believe you thought Lincoln was a dangerous guy. He was no devil but more an angel. Maisie’s angel. You are glad the little girl had him. You hope this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...or maybe more? Who knows...

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“I’m Not Sure Anymore...” (Part One) - Hoseok

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You stared at the dark ceiling in your bedroom; the silence in the room was deafening. Another night where sleep was just too hard to come by. Your mind wouldn’t shut off, wouldn’t stop the memories from flooding in. They were the last things you could hold on to as 2 months ago your whole world had fallen apart. And just when you thought you were finally getting used to the changes, your brain still wanted to hold on.... as did your heart.

You shut your eyes tightly, a memory you weren’t so fond of coming into view...

Your heart stopped. You caught your breath in your throat. There on the computer screen was the infamous tweet. The reveal to all. One of Dispatch’s elusive claims of k-pop relationships. But this time, staring back at you was a member of the girl group BLACKPINK... and your own boyfriend. They were holding hands and laughing. ‘J-Hope and Jisoo: CONFIRMED’ it read. With shaky hands you scrolled down further to read the replies:

“omg they’re holding hands, it must be true!”

“Ahhh this makes me so happy! J&J are sooo cute together!”

“I really hope this isn’t fake because they make a great couple”

“She is so perfect for him! Both idols in the two most popular kpop bands! They must have so much in common!”

You immediately closed the Twitter window and slammed your laptop shut. You suddenly felt extremely nauseous and jumped up from your chair to run to the bathroom. You kneeled on the floor in front of the toilet, but nothing came out, your stomach just twisted in pain and anxiousness. You sat back against the cold tile wall and hugged your knees to your chest. You didn’t feel like crying exactly, but you felt on the brink of a panic attack.

Suddenly you heard a door slam shut and footsteps coming to the bedroom door.

“Oh my (y/n)-ahhhh, I’m baaack,” Your boyfriend’s sing-song voice rang towards the bathroom you sat in, “Where are you?”

You stood up with shaky legs and left the bathroom, entering the bedroom where Hoseok had just come in.

He smiled wide and stepped towards you.

“There’s my pretty girl,” he squeezed you tightly against him, but you wanted so badly out of his grasp, “I missed you today.”

He released you and looked at your face, his smile disappearing.

“Jagi, what’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“You haven’t seen it?” You whispered, not meeting his gaze.

He put his hands on your shoulders and attempted to meet your eyes.

“Seen what, Jagiya? What’s going on?”

You shimmied out of his grasp and stepped back.

“Check Twitter.” Was all you could say.

He looked worried as he hesitantly pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

His eyes got wide as his finger scrolled through all the accounts, the tweets, the replies. Finally he looked back up at you.

“(Y/n)...” he said softly, stepping toward you.

You backed away which caused a pained look on his face.

“Surely you must know this is all lies Jagi...”

You shook your head and looked at the ground.

“But the picture...”

He scoffed.

“It’s photoshopped, (y/n). Come on, you know how intricate these people can get these days with manipulating pictures.”

You shut your eyes tightly, the image coming back in your mind causing your stomach to twist.

“But it looks so real...” you whispered softly.

Hoseok ran a hand through his black hair.

“(Y/n)... please,” he pleaded, “You must know it’s fake. It’s all lies. They just want to make money and make people talk. You know they just do it for the attention. Please believe me, my sweet (y/n). I am only with you...”

You wanted so badly to believe him, but that picture looked so real. Dispatch had been right about couples before. And it made sense, J-Hope being with another idol. It was so much better for his career and his lifestyle. Why hadn’t you realized this before? You weren’t right for him. You were a nobody. Not used to extravagant things, so much money you couldn’t wrap your head around it, people watching your boyfriend’s every move, the rumors, the stalkers, the lack of normalcy. It was so overwhelming.

Suddenly the tears started falling and your breaths became more shallow. Your body was shaking and your heart was going a mile a minute.

Hoseok ran to you, you not resisting this time. He held you to his chest.

“It’s okay, Jagi, it’s okay. It’s not a big deal.” he tried calming you down, running his hand through your soft hair.

You suddenly were furious. How could he think that?

“It is a big deal, Hoseok!” You backed out of his grasp, “It’s not okay! I-I’m staring at my boyfriend with another girl and-and millions of people are saying how great you are for each other, showing proof they knew you two were together all along while I just sit back and watch like an idiot!”

You felt like you were being dramatic, but you didn’t care. You were scared.

Hoseok put his face in his hands and shook his head.

“But it’s not real, (y/n). Please believe. I would never do that to you.”

You took deep breaths to try and calm yourself down though they came out uneven and shaky. You finally looked up into J-Hope’s sad and worried eyes as they searched yours for an answer, a reassurance.

You looked to the side, unable to keep his gaze. You sighed.

“Maybe you wouldn’t, Hoseok...” you mumbled quietly, “But I just, I’m not sure anymore.”

He cocked his head, his eyes wide.

“Not sure? Not sure of what, (y/n)?” He tried to reach out to you but put his arms down remembering how forcefully you had pulled out of his grasp.

“I’m not sure...I can do this anymore.”

He froze, taking a step back with a shocked look on his face.

“Wha-what are you saying, (y/n)?” His voice trembled.

“This is too hard... I’m not sure I’m cut out for it,” tears started to fall from your eyes again, “I think... I need some time. I need to take a step back, for at least a little while...”

He looked at you in surprise and sadness.

“What? Like-like a break?”

“Yes,” you responded quietly, “I-I’m sorry, Hoseok.”

“(Y/n), please...” he trailed off. You could see he wanted to pull you to him, comfort you, make you laugh and have everything back to normal again. But he knew it was pointless to try.

You shuffled around the room, grabbing your things that were scattered about and shoving them in your duffle bag you kept at his place.

Hoseok didn’t take his eyes off you.

“You’re-you’re going now?” He squeaked out quietly.

You nodded, wiping you tear stained cheeks and throwing the last bit of your clothes in the bag.

“(Y/n), please,” he repeated, “don’t do this.”

You looked into his eyes and noticed tears welling up in them. In your one year together you had never seen Hoseok cry. He was always so happy and bubbly. This was a new side you knew he didn’t show anyone, and the fact that you were bringing it out of him made you want to drop your bag and run back into his arms to comfort him. But your mind held you back, unable to see anything but that picture from the internet you discovered mere minutes ago.

“When will I hear from you?” He choked out, attempting to hold back his sobs, “When will you be back?”

You reached the bedroom door, duffle bag over your shoulder and looked back at him. He looked small and defeated standing there.

“I don’t know. I-just... I don’t know. Goodbye Hoseok.” And with that you turned out of the room and away from the confused and heartbroken man who had your heart.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand next to you and dialed one of the members you had become best friends with through J-hope.

“Hello?” A groggy sounding Park Jimin answered after just one ring.

“Hi Jimin...” you said softly, “I’m sorry to call so late.”

You heard him sigh and let out a few grunts as you figured he sat up in his bed.

“You can call me anytime, (y/n), you know that.”

You smiled. You were glad Jimin had decided to remain friends with you despite what happened. Even though he had known Hoseok far longer than you, it made you happy knowing he would still be there for you.

“Can’t sleep again?” He asked.

You shook your head but realized he couldn’t see you, so you simply answered with a no.

Jimin sighed again.

“(Y/n)-ah... why don’t you just talk to him?”

You bit your lip nervously and fiddled with the bedsheet in front of you.

“I just can’t, Minnie...” you mumbled.

“You know, Hobi-hyung is-“

“Ah! No. Please Jimin.” You interrupted him, shutting your eyes tightly.

The two of you had spoken about what happened, and Jimin didn’t blame you for taking some time, but you would never let him mention how Hoseok was coping, afraid it would tear you up even more. You needed a clear mind, not one filled with the image of J-hope being sad, or worse, moving on.

Jimin scoffed.

“You woke me up to talk, remember?” He reminded you.

“Yes, I’m sorry Jimin ssi.”

Maybe it was time to hear how J-hope was after you stepped back from your relationship after all. Maybe it would help you figure out what to do, what you wanted.

You took a deep breath.

“Is he okay, Jimin-ah?” You wondered softly.

You heard Jimin shuffle.

“You really want to know?” He asked cautiously.

“Yes.”

Jimin exhaled and cleared his throat.

“He’s not doing well, (y/n). He’s in his room or studio most of the time when he doesn’t have anything on the schedule. And if he is working, he’s putting in minimal effort, it seems. We haven’t seen him laugh, let alone smile in weeks. He doesn’t make jokes, his dancing lacks passion. He just... isn’t himself. It’s weird, and to be honest, well, we are kind of worried about him. We are out of ideas on how to cheer him up.”

You felt your heart sink to your stomach as tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe you were the cause of him being like how Jimin described. You never wanted to be the one to take away the well being of everyone’s favorite sunshine.

“Do you at least still care about him (y/n)?” Jimin asked when you hadn’t responded.

You hesitated.

“I-I still love him, Jimin...” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes. And you knew this was true.

“(Y/n) I’ve told you a million times, he was never with her and they hardly even knew each other. I know it’s hard and different than any relationship has ever been, but he adored you so much. Just when we thought Hobi-hyung couldn’t get any brighter, he did when you came into his life. And when you left... just darkness. With the career he has chosen, something like this isn’t guaranteed not to happen again, that’s for sure. But he would never hurt you like that, he loves you too much. With love comes trust, and if you still love him like you say you do, you have to trust him, too.”

By this time you were sobbing, emotions and tiredness taking over. You knew Jimin was right. They scared you, your worries and insecurities, but the way you felt these past couple months without Hoseok scared you more. He was your everything. He boosted you up when you needed it, and made you laugh like no one else could. You missed him immensely.

“I should call him,” you said to Jimin in between sobs.

“No, you should see him in person,” he suggested, “Tomorrow we have some time off. Maybe come by the dorms?”

You took a deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest at the thought of seeing him again.

“Okay, I will.”

“Good. It will be okay, (y/n)-ah, I promise. This is a good thing,” he tried reassuring you, “in the meantime, I have to go back to sleep. You should try to, too.”

You sighed. Sleep now? Yeah right.

“Ok, thank you Jimin. Good night.”

“Good night, (y/n). See you tomorrow.”

*

Masterlist

[votederpycausemufins]

So, happy eggs benedict day to those who watch dsmp. I’m sure you’ll have fun today! I know I will when you all read this chapter and freak out at the end! also gonna apologize for the formatting. I wasn’t sure how to replicate what I did while writing it, so I’m doing that instead.

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“Hey Tommy?” Phil took the teen over to the side, wanting to speak with him. “Since Grian is still talking with his admin-”

“He’s my admin too. You saw that the other me was in their world.”

“Right, fine. While he’s talking to your admin, I’ve got a question.”

“Alright, shoot.”

“When you were talking with that other you… D-Did Kristen show up?”

“Mumza? Uh, no. Why d’ya ask?”

“Well, I guess you wouldn’t know. She wasn’t really around when you were growing up. But she’s sort of… a goddess of death.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “She’s what?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, no. Mumza didn’t show up. You did. Or the other version of you. I guess you’re the death god there instead of her.”

“Right. Well, anything else happen, mate?”

“After the other you showed up, the other me got taken away by him and told me the thing to say to Xannes.”

“Alright. Thanks for telling me Tommy.”

“Theseus. Theeeeeeeseus. Theseus! Wake up!”

“Ugh… where am I?”

“Prison. Specifically Base Iridium.”

Theseus shook his head to wake himself up more. “Wait where the fuck am I?!”

“I just said you’re-”

“No what the fuck is this?!” Theseus shouted and tried moving around, only making the sound of chains jingling.

“Ohhhh, enchanted bedrock casket to make sure you can’t move. But hey, At least we get face holes. Aaaand you’re hyperventilating.”

“How do I get out?! Let me out!”

“If I knew how to get out, I would have aaaaaages ago and gone to see Sense!”

“W-Wait, S-Sense like the e-evil r-redstone guy?”

“Yes! With a wonderful mustache and sexy suit of his~”

“Oh eww gross. You’re just as bad as him.” Theseus cringed.

“How’s he doing?”

“Half starved to death and had his vocal cords ripped out.”

“He. What.”

“The new emperor of Helscraft or whatever did it. Kicked him off the throne and trapped him in whatever was there instead of the nether.”

“No! Now I need to get out!” Chain rattling filled the air.

“Uh hey, what’s your name by the way?”

There was a pause from the rattling. “Oh you heard I changed it? It’s Grifter now.”

“Uh, didn’t know you started with anything else.”

“Hiii Puffy! I’m baaack! Did you an’ Grum talk about stuff?” Jrum walked into Puffy’s home holding a lot of quartz in his arms. He knew he could just put it in his inventory, but this was more fun.

“Yes we did, though… well it was a little rough for him, so he’s... out building a place for you to stay near your charger until you can get home, alright?”

Jrum nodded, accepting the answer without question before setting his haul down on a table and picking up a piece quartz to chew on. “I made a new friend! His name is Michael!”

“Oh, that sounds nice.”

“Yeah! And then I went exploring and I found a big cave!”

“In the nether?” Puffy asked, only half paying attention right now while hoping Jrum would get distracted talking. She knew the bot’s brother wasn’t really out building after his panic attack, but duckling Dream had been kind and offered to help the child.

“It looked kinda like it, but no. It kinda looked like something Uncle Scar would make. It was pretty. He once built a humongous drill to get to the nether. A-And then some of the nether started climbing out, but the hole was waaaaay too big so it didn’t have any chance!”

“That sounds creative.”

“Yeah! He also made a magic village with a big magic crystal, and apparently it helps connect to the hels dimension, so I made a friend there!”

“What’s that?” Puffy asked with a tilt of her head. 

“Oh, the hels dimension is a place parallel to this dimension, but it’s not like another dimension like the overworld and the nether are different dimensions to themselves, hels is like… us, but through a mirror! A funhouse mirror! Like my daddy is really good at redstone like me, and he can get frazzled at times, but he’s really nice. But then there’s the hels version of him who’s like a big mean evil scientist!”

“Oh really. And I suppose you made friends with your hels version?” Puffy asked with a small smile, but Jrum frowned and found his antenna to tug on, squeezing the little blue ball at the end.

“Uh, no. Grum and I were built by our dads, but in hels, they got separated and so they couldn’t build us. So… we don’t have our own hels versions.”

Puffy frowned sadly. “Do you want to talk about that?

“Yeah. I’ve tried telling my dads, but they just sort of reassure me without really listening.”

Puffy got a chair set up for Jrum, ready for an impromptu therapy session which she hoped wouldn’t end as bad as the last one. “Now, what’s bothering you most?”

“Well, the fact that we don’t have our other versions kinda hurts because it sort of makes me feel like we’re less real. I know my dads say that we’re of course real, but it doesn’t hurt less because they just sort of say it and not give reasons. In fact, they sort of give us less reasons because they were really protective about us respawning since they didn’t know how that would work. I mean, I guess they had a reason to worry since Grum and me are here now, but the fact they couldn’t trust us with that kinda hurts.

“And then we need to be charged up as well as eat, but we don’t need to worry about phantoms. I guess it’s a trade off, but no one else has to deal with that! It feels weird! From what Xisuma said, he needed to mess with some files to get us read properly by all his admin stuff, and he didn’t need to do that for others sort of like us, so why are we different?!”

Puffy hugged Jrum to comfort the now crying robot. The small whispers of reassurance helped a little, telling him he really was a person and that he would be safe. Jrum was glad for them he didn’t like the mess he was in, and the fact that it came from not really being a person made it sting even worse. So he was very happy to find someone who would listen and understand.

System hard drive crash. Attempting recovery. Recovering… Recovering… 92% of data recovered. Rebooting… Rebooting… Essential data missing. Please insert external drive for troubleshooting.

External drive connected. Reading external data. 16 files located. Do you wish to replace data with files? Backing up old files. Backing up… Backing up… Data has been backed up. Replacing data. Replacing… Replacing… Replacement complete. Restarting. One moment.

Restart complete. Checking systems. 100% data found. Implementing… Implementing… Files implemented.

Are you sure you want to rename this machine? Renaming… Renaming… Renaming complete. Restart needed to fully implement. Restarting. One moment.

Welcome. Please continue with s s s set u u up. Ch ch choose a l l lan. :) 

Grumbot sat up with a start. He was pretty sure if he wasn’t a robot, he’d be breathing heavily. He put a hand to his head before looking around. It looked like he had been put in a room with a bed, but he didn’t recognize it, and no one else was there.

Grum tried to remember what happened. Had he run out of battery? Or had he gotten damaged. No, he had been trying to [: )] and it didn’t work out. He had also been with Puffy, so perhaps this was another room in her house. It wasn’t one he had seen before, but he also hadn’t really gone exploring.

Getting up from the bed and stretching, Grum decided to do just a little bit of looking around the room to make sure this really was Puffy’s place. He didn’t want to end up in someone else’s place and get in trouble. Though perhaps it was a similar situation to [: )] when they showed up on [: )].

That was another thing he almost forgot. Jrum. Was he okay? He didn’t know how long they had been separated and if it were long enough, he could have gotten in trouble. He had always taken after their [: )] and if the people here weren’t the happiest about stuff like that, it might not end well.

Well, as he looked around, the place seemed safe, and after carefully breaking a piece of the wall before putting it back, he was still at Puffy’s home. He attempted to contact Jrum, but it seemed that function wasn’t working. Possibly because they were no longer in [: )] and it was something there that allowed a direct connection between the two of them.

Grum’s eyes landed on a piece of paper he hadn’t noticed before. It seemed to be a note of sorts, so he read it. It seemed to be from the admin. He wrote how Puffy said Grum passed out and she went to check on Jrum to make sure the same didn’t happen to him. That if he would like, the admin could check him over and make sure everything was fine and there were no programming issues.

The robot rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t have any issues. [: )] and [: )] had built him just fine, Plus Jrum had gotten the two of them updates from [: )] so they were even better. There was no reason to see the admin, especially because…

Because…

Because why? This person was the admin, so he would just be making sure the server ran as smoothly as possible. He likely was just worried. That was all. What admin wouldn’t? And they hadn’t done anything to make Grum think otherwise. If they did, then maybe he would need to be wary. But so far, nothing. 

Puffy suggested they get a treat for Jrumbot to help him cheer up and Jrum wiped away his virtual tears before following her. As they left, neither of them noticed the small red plant wrapping around the antenna and connecting to the now red ball on the end of it.

“Ah ha. Nice joke Theseu- wait a second.” There was silence. “You’re not my brother.”

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Someone: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: Hi lovely, could you perhaps do an imagine where y/n is a part of the pack and is taken by the Ghost Riders along with/after Stiles. And when Theo returns from hell he's confused as to why no one seems to remember her (maybe because the pack was too focused on Stiles)? So he's doing everything he can to remind them of her because they became sort of friends before he was revealed as the first chimera.

I’m baaack! Well, sort of.  Updates aren’t going to be as regular as they were back before my hiatus but thank you guys so much for being amazing during my time off; I love all of you so much! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

“Tell me who she was, and you get out of here.”

Theo’s eyes were trained on the security card in Sheriff Stilinski’s hand, and to anyone else it looked like he was desperate just to get out of the jail cell.

But he knew the truth.

He knew that once he got out, he could help find her. He could help get her back from wherever she was, wherever she had been taken so no-one could remember her, back to him.

At first, he had been confused when he’d got out of that hole and asked for her. To see her, knowing that even though she probably hated him, they had shared a bond, something that neither of them could explain.

He cared for her and her for him, even though she would never admit it.

He remembered how his heart sank when Liam asked who he was talking about, when Scott caught onto the fact that maybe she was with Stiles. And now, Theo was here, the only father figure Y/N had ever had asking to know about her.

“Theo, tell me about her. Now.”

“She was intelligent.”

It was late, and Theo knew that she would be working late at the library. He knew meeting her here, pretending to not know she was there, a supposed chance meeting occurring, was part of the plan to make her trust him, but he couldn’t help but feel that he was there for another reason.

He couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to see her.

She smiled at him as he came into view, moving her books aside as he accepted her invitation to join him. He commented on the work she was doing- AP Biology- and pretended that he had been finding it difficult, when the reality was that he had never been really paying attention in class anyway.

He told himself he was distracted by his true intentions, but as she sat there, explaining it all to him in such accurate detail, he had his doubts. Maybe he had been distracted by the girl who sat next to him in class, the girl who always looked so focused, who understood it all.

“She was protective.”

Theo couldn’t sleep. He should have been able to, everything had gone to plan, well, almost. Scott was dead, his pack torn apart, and now he had one of his own. There was no more hiding, no more pretending, and he had got everything he wanted.

He should have been able to sleep but there was a banging in his head that kept him awake. No, not a banging in his head. A banging on his door.

He sighed, climbing out of bed before opening the door.

He was shocked to feel his head turned sideways, a punch thrown his way that hurt more than he had ever expected. When his vision cleared, stars disappearing, he looked down at his attacker. She was there, tear tracks down her cheeks, eyes burning with anger, cradling her knuckles.

“How could you?”

She pushed him then, not even giving him the chance to talk. Not that he would know what to say. With Stiles, with Scott, with all of them, it was so much easier to tell the truth, to make some snarky comment. With her, it was different.

“I should kill you.”

She lifted her hand, ready to throw another punch. He caught her wrist then, and looked at her in eyes that would soon haunt his dreams.

“But you won’t.”

“Let go, Theo.”

He dropped her wrist. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she turned her back and left.

“She was kind, even when she shouldn’t have been.”

“You really think we can beat this thing?”

For the first time since Theo had revealed his true colours, she spoke to him like she had before. They had been left alone as the rest of her pack scouted the area, preparing for the arrival of the Beast. He looked down at her, at eyes looking up at him with a little less hatred and a lot more hope.

“I think we have a good shot.”

He didn’t tell her what he was really planning, lying to her again. He’d lost count by now, and he hated himself for it. Why was it her that made him grow a conscience, that made him doubt his goals?

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“Threatening to kill you. Multiple times. If I actually had, we’d probably be in a bigger mess than we are now.”

“Are you saying you need me?”

“Don’t push it.”

Theo stepped closer to her, seemingly not in control of his own feet. He felt a pull, a magnet drawing him to her in that moment, and he was pretty sure, that had her pack not returned, had they not gone to fight, had he not been pulled under, he would have kissed her.

And he was pretty sure she would have kissed him back.

“She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was Y/N.”

She was Y/N. His Y/N. The only person who had believed in him. The only person that mattered.

She was someone.

She was someone that Theo Raeken loved.

Masterlist

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immmm baaack. prompt 1 with Wolffe x an army volunteer reader who has amnesia after a head injury? before she was injured she was one of few who treated him like any other human/alien species (😂) and he wants to return the favor by taking care of her. and she slowly gets her memories back?

Thanks @catchmewiththelosers for this request! I hope that you like it and that everyone else enjoys it! Jajaj I laughed at the human and alien species thing

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summary: wolffe helps with the memory loss of someone very important to him.

pairings: wolffe x reader

prompt: Please don’t leave me. I’m a work in progress but I’m trying.

warning: uh none lil but of angst nothing much muajaja

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(Requests are open for the clones! Send some prompts!)

***

“Who are you?”

Clone Commander Wolffe remembers that question clearly when you said it. He could not believe it, how could you be in this situation?

The explanation is quite...simple. You see, you volunteered to work with the GAR. You became a data analyst for the 104th battalion when you got accepted.

The Wolfpack had been extremely pleased with their data analyst; always saving you from danger and making you feel welcomed. You could say that they were your home. Until one day, you got caught in the mists of a battle.

“I must tell them” you said lowly as you rewatched the footage on your datapad. The Wolfpack has been sent straight into a trap and you found out about it. They left you behind on the transport, to keep you safe just how they put it.

You exit the transport and began hiking towards the pack. “Commander? Boost? Comet?” You called into your comm trying to reach the clones but no avail. The noise of blasters being shot alarmed you.

You ran through the muddy field until you caught the clone troopers. The droids managed to get to them first, unleashing a fight amongst the peaceful planet which you were visiting. It was supposed to be a simple supply relief mission yet it turned out to be the opposite.

***

Everything happened way too fast for you to comprehend, a commando droid advanced towards Wolffe who was crouched checking on a young child caught in this battle.

You couldn’t stand and let it happen. So you ran for it, getting in between the trooper and the commander. The droid stopped and looked at you, chucking you like a rag doll. You landed a couple of feet away from Wolffe.

A noise like static filled your eardrums, you did not feel anything. Although from the static you could hear Wolffe barking orders to the men. Something about getting help and finishing off the droids. You can’t quite pin point what is going on, one minute you were defending Wolffe and the other you couldn’t move for your life.

You felt yourself being cradled by someone, you lost focused. As you fell into darkness, Wolffe panicked. He stood up quickly, “call an evac!” He barked at Boost who hurried off to do what his commander ordered.

Wolffe walked back to the transport with you in his arms, he held you closed. “This wasn’t supposed to happen, cy’are” he mumbled only for him to hear. As the LAAT/I begins its journey back to the cruiser, Wolffe stares at your unconscious form wishing for you to wake up and reassure him that everything will be fine.

***

When the Wolfpack arrived to the Resolute instantly you were taken from Wolffe’s arms and onto a gurney. Kix made sure you were rushed into the medbay. “What happened?” He questioned checking you on the hangar. “Commando droid got to her” mumbles Comet looking down dejected. Kix stared at your unconscious form and took you away to the medbay. The pack watched as the nurses took their favorite data analyst away.

“She’s a fighter” assured Boost laying a hand on Wolffe’s shoulder plate. He could not shrug the fear in his bones. Just by seeing the droid throw you away and you on the floor unmoving, his world crumbled. You did that for him, to safe him and you did safe him but at what cost. He just hoped that for your sake and his own, you woke up.

***

It has been five days since you had been taken down to the medbay. Kix has been making every single thing to wake you up. Nothing worked and the poor clone medic was going to lose it. Wolffe on the other hand already lost it, he came by every day and today was no different.

He did not understood how he still managed to keep himself composed, after all, most of his brothers knew for your love story yet it was hard to believe. The big bad wolf of the 104th with a data analyst, what a scandal.

Wolffe enters the medbay and Kix is the first to greet him rather frantic. “She’s awake” he announces walking towards your room with Wolffe on tow.

“Is she ok?” asks the Commander rather anxiously as he fiddled with his gloved hands. Way out of character for him yet he couldn’t help it.

Wolffe suddenly remembers the first time that he met you, before entering the room to see you.

***

You seemed lost. It was your first day as the 104th battalion’s data analyst and you were already late to meet the General and the Commander. As you panicked, a clone in blue and white armor assured you.

“May I help you?” He asked and you nodded rather quick.

“Yes! I have to get to General Plo and Commander Wolffe” you announced looking around the hangar. “Let me escort you to the deck” the trooper replied leading the way.

“Thank you” you smiled softly at the clone who nodded back at you. “I’m Kix, ma’am” he spoke falling in step with you. “I’m Y/N, please no formalities, Kix” you replied at the clone.

Kix led you to the bridge where Commander Wolffe awaited your arrival. “General, are we sure we can trust this analyst?” He questioned looking at the holotable which held new intel for you to decode.

He expected a shiny or a damned droid yet he did not expected a young civvie volunteer. You entered with Kix, giggling at something that he said. The Commander locked his gaze with you, his glare pierced your soul.

“This is it, thats Commander Wolffe right there and General Plo” Kix pointed at the duo standing around the table.

“I am sorry that I am late, General Plo, I got lost and Kix here helped me get here” you explained embarrassed already on your first day with the GAR.

“It is quite alright, Miss Y/N, right?” The Jedi spoke smoothly almost with a calming tone which narrowed down your anxiety. You nodded shaking his hand, you turned towards the Commander and shook his hand as well. “Pleasure to meet you, sir” you spoke staring at Wolffe, he stood baffled. Your kind tone threw him off guard.

Since that first day, Wolffe managed to welcome you into the Wolfpack. Everyone loved you, they always put you first. Keeping you out of harms way.

The Commander fell for you, you were the only person who treated him like a human being aside from General Plo. Your kindness and sweet nature drew him in and since then he knew that his heart belonged only to you. You managed to win his love over anything in the galaxy.

***

The Commander blinked a couple of times as Kix motioned him to enter. You sat up rather quickly when Kix entered. The clone medic smiled at you softly as he checked his datapad. Kix started talking to you, checking your vitals and finally to ask you some standard questions.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N”

“Do you remember how you got here?”

“Um...no?”

“Ok...” frowned Kix as he checked the brain scans in his datapad. Everything appears to be normal leading him to a dead end as to why you did not seem to remember.

“Y/N, could you tell me what’s my name?”

“I-I don’t know you sir, I’m sorry” you answered sincerely wringing your hands.

“What about him?” Kix asks pointing towards Wolffe who stood at the end of your bed.

You stared at the man, the first thing that you notice is his cybernetic eye and his honey colored eye. You thought hard yet you could not put a name to his face. “Who are you?” you spoke rather defeated.

Kix gulps nervously at the scene, Wolffe could only close his eyes and breathe. A cold wave embalmed him as the hairs rose on the back of his neck and his mouth ran dry. You can’t remember him at all. This was not supposed to happen, he says to himself.

“Give us a moment” Kix mutters motioning for Wolffe to follow him.

“I need you to calm down” he says and Wolffe grunts looking at the floor. “She has amnesia” the medic says in a somber tone. “She doesn’t remember anything from here” Kix presses staring at Wolffe.

“Is there any procedure you can do?” Wolffe asks searching on Kix’s gaze. The medic looks away defeated, he knew that amnesia could only be solved with patience and helping the patient and if not, they would not remember.

“No, She can be discharged today. You must help her. Take her to the hangar, show her around, anything that may trigger her memories” Kix says giving Wolffe the instructions in order to gain his best friend’s memory.

***

You have been discharged for an entire week and nothing has prevailed. You still were blank as new datapad with nothing to remember, just your name and where you came from. You learned that the man aside from your medic is Wolffe. He is your commander and you work as a volunteer in the GAR.

You also met the rest of the Wolfpack once again, their hearts broke when they saw their analyst all lost and confused. Nevertheless they searched for ways to help you get better. Although, Wolffe slowly lost hope that week. You could not pin point anything correctly and he was running out of patience.

Wolffe stood right in front of your door, like every day since you have been discharged. He knocks, you greet him with that damn smile that managed to capture his heart.

“Good morning Commander” you chirp exiting your room completely and standing fully beside Wolffe. He nods briefly and takes off, today it’s not a good day for him. He needed you to remember, he could not bring himself to stand every day without kissing you or holding you like he usually does before this whole mess.

After going into the mess hall and grabbing food portions, clones greeted you, even the Jedi greeted you yet nothing seemed to triggered your memories.

Wolffe stopped abruptly causing you to clash against his back. Clumsy as always, Wolffe thinks as he turns around to meet your confused gaze.

“What’s the matter?” you questioned searching for an explanation.

“Who am I?” He says slowly and you looked him quizzically.

“Commander Wolffe” you answer since that is what you had learned the past week.

“No Y/N! Who am I to you?” He questions again narrowing his gaze right at you. “I’m sorry...” you croak and your voice cracked at the realization that you do not remember him at all.

Wolffe takes a deep breathe and let it out.

“Y/N we are a couple, we have been for over a year now. I first met you onboard of the Resolute when you came in late with Kix because you got kriffing lost on your way to the command center. You were the first person aside from General Plo to treat me like a real human being. Please, I know you’re in there” Wolffe says dejected looking at you, he’s never felt more scared than now. Just by the fact that you might not remember everything you have gone through with him.

He leans down as you take in all the information, thinking of just one thing. He searches your eyes for permission and you grant it. Then your lips match with his, they mold as if they were made for each other.

Suddenly wisps of memories begin to flood your mind. You and Kix laughing at some of the 501st boys. Boost and Comet helping you prank Wolffe. Going to General Plo for consulting personal matters. Most of all Wolffe and his undying love for you.

A sharp intake escapes your lips, you pull away from Wolffe as you stared at him. He crosses his fingers mentally.

“Y/N?” He waka cradling your face on the middle of the cruiser’s hallway.

“Wolffe? Please don’t leave me. I’m a work in progress but I’m trying.” You cry latching onto the man you just remembered. As you sob he shushes you, hugging you tightly.

“I won’t leave you cy’are, I love you” he answers loud enough for you to hear. Wolffe holds you for a huge amount of time basking in the glory that his small burst out actually helped you.

The man would go through anything for you and he showed it by staying by your side and accepting your even with your memory gone at the beginning.

***

I had fun writing this! If you wish for any request send some prompts and I will work on them! Please, reblog this for more content!

I will thank you so much! I work hard, hours each time I get prompt to make it perfect for you guys! Thank you for everything! Xx - Adri

[jaideite]

How about hcs of bakugo and todoroki(separately) getting body swapped with their s/o?

omg an ask that isn’t one of my friends 🥺

This was very interesting and reminded me of your name hehehe

i had to find a way to make this possible so it’s kind of the same thing basically an accidental quirk thingie ehh—

i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible cause I know some of y’all boys wanna get in on that and i can’t even blame y’all—

im also kind of iffy about how it came out so i hope you enjoy whoever requested 😔

BAKUGOU AND TODOROKI GETTING BODY SWAPPED WITH THEIR S/O

TODOROKI SHOTO

— you guys were going shopping for the dorms

— and you were both in one of the aisles along with this middle aged man and a woman with her kid

— so this little kid was getting pretty annoyed at the gloves on their hands and so when the parent wasn’t looking they just

— yEET

— fREEDOM MOTHAFU—

— anywho now that the kid was free it began to wander around happily

— ya know like a kid

— and you guys were right where the juice was and this little kid was like ‘jUiCE bOX’

— sadly he couldn’t reach it

— but guess who could

— immediately his little hands grab yours and Shoto’s and you both turn to him

— “hey little guys what’s wrong?”

— he simply points, letting go of your hand and to the juice box

— you smile and hand him the carton of juice and he happily squeals while taking it with both hands

— it’s then the mother lets out a panic noise and rushes over to the three of you, quickly shoving the gloves on the little boys hands

— “I’m so sorry I’m so sorry.”

— “There’s nothing to be sorry for ma’am, honestly.”

— “No, it’s not that. I’m sorry, the doctors spoke of his quirk making an appearance soon and I put gloves on just in case. I apologize.”

— and she’s off

— you two shrug it off too and keep going about your day

— the incident in the store long forgotten until you guys wake up

— you don’t really pay attention because come on who does in the morning until you roll from off the soft bed to straight to the floor

— you stop, and get up, running to the bathroom and turning the light on to be met with—

— your boyfriend

— you let out the most unmanly shriek —boy can for someone who’s voice is deep yell loud— and rush out his room to your room

— you constantly pound on the door trying to wake his slow ass up

— your about to swing again when the door is ripped open and there he is in your body looking very confused

— class 1-A is shook as well cause uh

— you look stoic and Shoto’s panicking

— “y/n calm down.”

— “I CANT IM SO MUCH TALLER THAN YOU!”

— “I know but please if you don’t you’ll—“

— you’re so shook at your own body touching you that you turn red and—

— “OH MY GOD HES ON FIRE—“

— y’all are shook

— you keep staring at him while he tries to focus

— every so often you have to try to stop the smoking coming from your left side whenever you look down and remember you’re not in your body

— after school when you guys are along together you kind of just start crying

— and Shoto freaks because he hasn’t cried since he was a little kid and it’s weird seeing himself cry

— so he kind of just

— *pat pat* “it’s oka—”

— “I JUST WANT MY BODY BAAACK!”

—“oh.”

— “IM TIRED OF BUSTING INTO FLAMES OR FREEZING MY FOOD!”

— “oh i remember that.”

— “AND IM TIRED OF SEEING RED AND WHITE EVERY TIME I LOOK AT SOMEONE!”

— “the logical thing would be to brush the hair out the way.”

— *sob* shut up before i punch your pretty face...”

— eventually you cry yourself to sleep and rest Shoto’s head on your shoulder

— he doesn’t want you to fall so he lets you, resting his cheek against your head and closing his eyes following you

— when he opens them he feels his head on your shoulder, he pokes you softly and you startled awake, only to realize

— “IM BACK IN MY OWN BODY!”

— you also cry bc “ill never complain about my boobs again man”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

— y’all were taking a walk on y’all way back to U.A.

— and some little kid came up to y’all crying

— he’s a little annoyed but the kid can’t be more than five or four so he reluctantly joins you in helping find their parents

— you tell the little boy to take you and bakugou hand and you guys walk along trying to find their parent

— take the kids hand or so god help you—

— “alright jeez”

— and you were trying to calm down the little boy when all of a sudden the mother appeared and scooped him up.

— she kind of panics at seeing you guys hold his hand but you pass it as motherly worry while katsuki just ‘tch’ and looked away

— the mother thanks you and nods and frowns, looking at her sons hands as they walk away and she frowns

— you hear her mumble “what did you do with your gloves?”

— you kind of just shook it off and followed your boyfriend, gripping his sweaty moist hand in yours

— you kind of just slip the little boy into the back of your mind as you drift off to sleep

— when you wake up you realize a couple things

— one, your palms are ridiculously sweaty like no joke wtf

— two, your hair is usually sprawled put everywhere but it’s not

— three, that is not your dresser

— you frown, getting up and moving to the bathroom, stumbling over a weight on the floor.

— what—

— quickly you rush in and hesitantly flick the light switch up, gazing in the mirror to be met with ruby red eyes

— holy shi—

— “WAKE THE FUCK UP DUMBASS! DONT TELL ME YOURE SLEEPING!”

— you’re too shook to comprehend anything. Just the fact that you are in your boyfriends body

— “Y/N WAKE THE FUCK UP!”

— you blink, moving to the door and opening it to see you. . .

—. . .foaming at the mouth

— your classmates are scarred

— you look so terrifying and bakugou

— bitch is he wearing a tie??

— this mf looks clean af

— it’s comical really

— all day you try to calm yourself down

— “Youre doing things to my body I didn’t even know could be done!”

—“Same here fuck face.”

— “I’m wearing your face.”

— you’re so annoyed because your hands get soooo sweaty and at random moments his quirk just pops off

— he gets a kick out of watching you explode your notebook and notes and looking completely flustered, sighing in annoyance

— you get a kick out of him trying to activate your quirk and failing miserably and making himself look like an idiot

— but he laughs when you try to give off an explosion and send yourself flying threw a wall

— don’t even get started on having to use the bathroom

— fucking grape bitch bought it up and it just triggered whatever it is when someone brings it up

— “now that you mention it, I gotta pee.”

— “. . . damn.”

— eventually after a long day of trying to go about this normally, y’all just end up in whoever’s dorm room and the stress of today gets to you

— you start crying

— “Stop crying with my fucking face—“

— “I WANT MY BODY BAAACK!” You sob, clinging onto him

— he tries to pull you off but you use all his muscle to cling onto your body (he regrets being muscular now) and he just—

— “GET THE FUCK OFF ME BITCH BABY!”

— “GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING BODY!”

— “I DONT KNOW HOW YOU FUCK!”

— you just cry and stuff his face in yo chest

— or you stuff his face in yo tits and ignores the way he turns scarlet and thrashes while you cry “i miss my boobs”

— he’s so pissed he just becomes still with rage all while you pass out on top of him, snoring softly

— eventually he follows and when he wakes up his face is still in your chest

— or you know buried in ya boobs

— and he pauses, realizing the situation

— “THANK FUCK IM NOT IN YOUR BITCH ASS BODY ANYMORE! I CANT FUCKING HANDLE BOOBS MAN!”

— “Says you with the tiny ass waist!”

— y’all never complain about yourselves ever again

[hopeisour4letteredword]

innocent bones ch1

Summary: Apollo gets a wake-up call in a few ways. It’s okay, though--he’s got best-friend backup.

Link to AO3 in the notes.

Apollo’s first thought when his phone rings at some ungodly time in the middle of the night is fuck off. His second thought is oh my God oh no Clay, because he’s had a shit year and maybe it’s made him a bit paranoid and he’s Clay’s emergency medical contact. His third thought, as he toes the line of lucidity, is wait, that’s the ringtone I set for Klavier.

Fuck. If Klavier is calling him at this hour, it’s probably important.

He slaps haphazardly at his nightstand until he finds his phone and yanks it off the charger. He gives himself one last moment to squeeze his eyes shut against the ache of fatigue, then rallies enough to answer the call.

“Justice speaking.“

“...Hurts.”

Suddenly much more awake, Apollo sits bolt upright in bed. “What?”

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier says, in the most childish and petulant voice Apollo has ever heard out of him. To be fair, Apollo hasn’t heard him overtly childish all that many times, so that’s a low hurdle. It’s not much comfort. “Feel—feel sorry for me. I’m in pain.”

“You—what? Are you alright?”

“No.”

Apollo stares unseeingly into the darkness for a second until adrenaline overrides panic and he launches himself out of bed. He almost trips trying to keep his phone to his ear and disentangle the sheets around his legs at the same time. Light, where’s the light switch on his lamp? “Where are you? How bad is it?”

“It sucks,” Klavier whines. “An’ I’m all alone.”

“I’m coming to help. You’re gonna be fine. Are you—you sound really out of it. Did you hit your head? Are you drunk?”

Blood loss? he doesn’t ask. Don’t think about the worst-case scenario. Keep moving. He finds his keys and his wallet, tosses them over by his shoes near the door. No telling if he’ll need his bike or his bus card until he has more information.

“Drugs,” Klavier says, glumly. Apollo grits his teeth. Klavier is one of the most law-abiding people Apollo has ever met; there’s no way he took hardcore drugs of his own volition. Please don’t let it be roofies. Please don’t let him be stranded, injured and alone, in a place where somebody roofied him.

Clothes, clothes, Apollo needs to not get arrested for indecency the second he steps out the door. He yanks on the first pair of shorts he encounters. Shirt? He shoves a hand into his dresser blindly. It comes out clutching one of Clay’s old Sailor Moon shirts, faded and worn. Apollo wears it as a pajama shirt sometimes, but in public—fuck it. Klavier’s safety is worth the weird looks for being a grown man wearing a magical girl anime shirt in public. He’s not gonna dig around for an acceptable shirt at a time like this.

“Keep talking to me. What hurts?”

“My mouth.”

“Your mouth? What happened, do you remember?”

“They stole my teeth,” Klavier says, woefully, and that finally makes Apollo pause, balanced on one foot to pull a sock on the other.

“Your—your teeth?”

“Took ‘em—took ‘em right out. With knives. Now my mouth’s full of holes. It hurts, Herr Forehead.”

An image is cementing itself, slowly but surely, out of the fog of panic and lethargy in Apollo’s mind. He lowers his foot. “Who took your teeth?”

“Teeth doctor.”

“Did...did you get teeth taken out? By a dentist or—?”

“Yeah! Wis’om teeth. They stole them.”

Apollo slumps back against his door like a puppet with his strings cut, and sinks to the ground. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Oh my God, Klavier. Start with that next time.”

“Next time?” Klavier sounds genuinely befuddled. “But they’re already gone.”

“I thought you had been roofied or mugged or something,” Apollo says. He settles on laughter, and it comes out hysterical. “God. Don’t do that to me. I’m too young to have a heart attack.”

“Don’t do what? What’d I do?”

“You scared the shit out of me.” Apollo draws his knees up to his chest and leans on them, trying to take deep breaths. Klavier is okay. He’s not bleeding in an alleyway behind some bar. He’s not about to be assaulted. He’s only stoned on painkillers. “You owe me for this one. I was halfway out the door.”

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” There’s a rustling noise on the other end of the line. Klavier’s voice is soft and contrite. “I just wanted to talk to you.”

“That’s fine,” Apollo says. “We’re fine. I’m not mad. Well, maybe a little bit. Just—goddamn. Okay. Talking. I can talk. Wait. You’re home, aren’t you? You’re not wandering the city like this?”

He’s hyperaware of his own heartbeat, still too loud and too fast. That was a hell of a wake-up call. Apollo has more than enough trouble getting to sleep on a normal night. There’s no way he’s knocking out any time soon after this—might as well keep Klavier entertained if he’s going to be awake the rest of the night anyway.

“Yeah!” Klavier says, perking up again. “I’m home. Oh, but—Vongole is gone.”

“Gone?” Apollo frowns. “Where’d she go?”

“Sebastian took her.”

“What for?”

“He said I prob’ly shouldn’t walk her tonight,” Klavier says, despondently. “I miss her. She’s a good dog.”

“She is a good dog,” Apollo agrees. He scratches a hand through his bedhead and tries not to yawn. “But you’ll get to see her again soon. I’m sure Prosecutor Debeste will give her back tomorrow.”

“But I want her now.”

Apollo doesn’t have a rebuttal to that. God only knows how many times he sprawled next to Vongole on the floor while Mr. Gavin was out of the office, complaining about the trials of law school. She’s a good listener. Always knows when someone needs a hug. She’d make a good therapy dog if she didn’t have so much energy. It’s no wonder Klavier wants her back when he’s this miserable.

“Sorry, man.”

Klavier sighs melodramatically. “Can’t believe he left me and took my dog. I think he likes her better than me.”

“Can you blame him?” Apollo says, wryly. He realizes his mistake right as Klavier makes a quiet, wounded noise.

“...No.”

“Joke,” Apollo blurts out. Fuck. Of course Klavier is too out of it for their normal banter. “I’m joking. That was a joke. I didn’t mean—“

“It’s okay, Herr F—“

“Of course he doesn’t like your dog better than you. Don’t be stupid. That was a really shitty joke for me to make, and I didn’t mean it at all.”

Klavier laughs, weakly. “Right, sure.”

“You’re—ridiculously likeable.” It spills out of Apollo’s mouth before he can stop himself. But why should he stop himself? It’s the middle of the night and Klavier’s fucked up on painkillers and Apollo was an asshole. He can part with some kind words to make up for it. It’s the right thing to do, probably. God, he’s tired. “And a good person. Everybody likes you just fine.”

After a few beats of silence save for the shudder of Klavier’s breath across the line, Klavier asks, half-joking, “Even you?”

Apollo rolls his eyes. “No, I’m talking to you at three AM while you’re high as a kite on anesthetics because I hate you.” Another beat. “That was another joke. Just to be extremely clear.”

“You like me?” Klavier asks, so damn hopefully that Apollo doesn’t have it in him to pretend otherwise.

“Yeah.”

“I like you, too,” Klavier says, happily. Apollo’s heart thumps traitorously hard against his ribcage. He’s too exhausted to deal with his own pining right now. It’s not fair that Klavier can do this to him out of nowhere. He’s not even trying to flirt right now. He’s just a naturally affectionate person and it’s destroying Apollo. “I wish you were here. I wish Vongole or Sebastian was here. I’m bored and lonely and my mouth hurts.”

“I know, bud.”

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Sleep?” Apollo suggests. Klavier makes a dismissive sound. “Uh. Watch something on Netflix? Or whatever rock stars watch their movies and shit on these days.”

“I start falling asleep when I try to watch anything and then I have nightmares ‘cause my mouth hurts.”

That sounds like it will be a problem no matter what Klavier does to occupy himself. “Do you have more painkillers?”

“I... forgot where I put them. And how many to take.”

“Find them and read the bottle, then.”

“Print’s too small.”

“...Are you so drugged up you can’t focus on text?”

“No, but they made me take my contacts out before they stole my teeth, and—“

Klavier wears contacts? Apollo opens his mouth to ask about it, but there’s an abrupt series of loud noises on the other end of the call. Loud, brief knocking, the thud of a door closing, the jingle of metal on metal.

“Sebastian!” Klavier cheers. Apollo hears a distant curse and thumping. “You came back!”

A voice, muffled and indistinct. The intonation lilts into a question.

“Herr Forehead,” Klavier answers, matter-of-factly.

“Oh, good grief. Give that here.”

“No, don’t—!“

“Hello?” Prosecutor Debeste says, his voice clear and focused now. It has the polite edge of professionality. “Mr. Justice, I presume?”

“That’s right,” Apollo says. He feels kind of weird about talking to somebody from the Prosecutor’s Office who isn’t Klavier while he’s on the floor, hair a bird’s nest, wearing a Sailor Moon shirt and one sock. Yeah, Prosecutor Debeste can’t see that or anything, but it’s the principle of the matter. “Hi. Um.”

“Sorry about the trouble. I hope he hasn’t kept you up too long.”

“Uh, no.”

“Sebastian,” Klavier wails, in the background. “Give it baaack!”

“Are you staying with him right now?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I just. To be honest, he made it sound like you stole his dog and ditched him.”

“Of course he did,” Prosecutor Debeste says, exasperatedly. Klavier whines, barely audible to the receiver. Vongole barks happily in response. “I’ve been here all night. I only took Vongole out for a bit to do her business and run around—she hasn’t been able to sleep either, not with Klavier this wound up. Don’t worry, he has someone keeping an eye on him.”

“That’s, um. Good to hear.”

“I can take care of things from here, so I’ll let you get some rest. Klavier can get in touch with you again in the morning if you need anything from him.”

“Sure, I guess.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Justice. Thanks for keeping him company for a while. Klavier, say good night—“

“But we were talking—!“

The line goes dead.

Apollo takes his phone away from his ear and just looks at it. He thinks maybe he should process the last thirty minutes. His mind chases itself in loops instead. After a minute, he presses the heel of his free hand against his eyes, trying to massage out the exhaustion headache that’s starting to set in. Fuck. He still doesn’t know if he can sleep. What’s Clay always trying to tell him, about resting and keeping your eyes closed for a while being better than not sleeping at all? Can’t be any worse, at least. He might as well give it a shot. He settles back into the sheets, long cold by now, and tries to relax.

A street—not dark, but dim, maybe, with the hazy glow of a setting sun in the evening. The shadows are long and the light is golden. It catches on the leaves of trees in the park, turns them ethereal with shining halos.

I’ve been here before, Apollo thinks, then, that’s absurd, it’s the park, of course I’ve been here before.

Another golden halo, beside him on the park bench. Klavier’s hair catching the sunlight it so often seems to be spun from. Klavier’s blinding smile as he laughs at something Apollo just said, something already forgotten. Déjà vu strikes Apollo again. He does remember being here, remembers the way Klavier turns to him with a conversational parry, smirking, words balancing perfectly on the bizarre line they walk between sharp and friendly.

That’s what he remembers. That’s not what happens this time. What happens this time is:

Klavier’s smile goes soft and warm, an affectionate curl of his lips, and he says, “I like you, too.”

[peterpumpkinparker]

“Bad Luck”- Peter Parker x Reader

Hello guys I am baaack! This fic has a song by Khalid in it, so if you wanted the song that goes with it, it’s the fics name ⬆️

Warning: None!

Word Count: 1500+

Genre: Fluff

AU: Dancer!Reader

Requested: No

After losing hope for a large dancing scholarship, Peter helps you out- with a little coaxing.

(Aesthetic by yours truly 💫it’s not great AT ALL but that’s what I could pull out in 5 minutes 😂)

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Even without your partner, you weren’t giving up on your choreography, even if that meant practicing by yourself without hope of every getting it done. You were a dancer, new to the whole community of dancers in your town and the world, but you loved it. You loved being able to express yourself through music, become a different person through your dances, and show off what you’d been learning in the last year. So when you heard there was a scholarship online that would give you some serious cash for college, you couldn’t resist. The only catch: you needed a male partner. And the partner you had, after a full month of finding the perfect song and working on the choreography, sadly broke his leg two weeks before the submission date.

So now you were practicing, trying to calm your ticking nerves as each day came closer and the hope of finding a partner dwindling away slowly.

Right as you prepared for your pirouette, you began to think about your impending dilemma, making your body wobble and fall from the flood of anxiety. You closed your eyes, expecting the impact of hardwood floor. Instead, your body was enveloped in strong, yet soft arms, your head on their chest. You looked up, shock on your face until you realize it was your adorable best friend, Peter Parker.

“Hey Parker”, you said breathlessly with an embarrassed smile.

You always thought Peter was smart, funny, and extremely attractive, so him seeing you fumble a simple turn wasn’t amazing. But his face was inches from yours, his hands holding your elbows up for support. You couldn’t help but notice how strong Peter was and how handsome he looked close up. Realizing he had been holding you for longer than he should have, you pushed off him, pretending to rearrange your messy ponytail as your blush began to set in.

“Hey-um, uh,” he replied, fumbling over his words, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Yeah,” you said, brushing off his worry,”just a slip, that’s all.”

You grabbed your water bottle, taking a swig and rubbing your eyes from the heaviness of thinking of your situation. “I’m just kinda stressed.”

Peter’s face took on a concerned look, knowing too well that you push yourself hard and when things don’t go well, you work yourself to your max to make up for it. “What’s going on?”

“Well, remember that scholarship I was doing, and the only way to do it was if I had a partner?” You asked him.

Peter nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well..” you continued, “my partner broke his leg- and he’s completely out of the routine.”

Peter sucked air through his teeth, scrunching his nose up. “That bad?”

“Yep,” you agreed as you breathed out, laying your aching body against the cool mirror on the wall, “so I’m a little screwed at the moment.”

You smiled sadly at Peter, looking down as you rested your arms on your legs.

Peter walked over, sitting down next to you. He knew how excited you were for this opportunity, so he felt terrible for you and what you were going through.

A few moments of silence went by, Peter not knowing how to help you and trying to calm his slightly racing heart. He had had a huge crush on you ever since you two began to hang out, and he would do anything for you and your passions. He was a sucker for you and he knew it.

He sighed. “I’m sorry y/n...I wish I could do something to help you…”

You smiled at Peter’s sweet reply, thinking how he caught you from a bad trip a few minutes ago. The embarrassment was still there, but you knew Peter could care less. It surprised you how much you missed his hands on your body, the feeling still tingling where he had touched you. You thought of how close you were to him, and how strong his body felt against yours...Your head shot up, a clear light bulb going off in your head.

“Peter- I got an idea!!” You exclaimed happily.

Peter jolted, not expecting you to move so quickly.

“Um-that’s great!”he smiled, confusion set in his brow. “But what is it?”

You rolled your body on top of his, sitting on top of his abdomen, the excitement rushing over.

Peter’s face erupted in red, his eyes wide with confusion and your sudden intimacy.

“Okay- Parker please, remember that one time I did your English essay and got you an A and you told me ‘I owe you one, y/n’”? You remember that?” You asked, the excitement making you smile wide and your voice hasty.

“Yeah…” he confirmed, wondering where you were going with this.

“Well, now I need that favor. Pleaseeeee Parker?” You pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Peter looked at you in confusion, not understanding what you were asking until he realized it- you wanted him to be your new partner.

His eyes widened as a protest was already forming on his lips. The only thing he could do was flips! He never danced before, never in his life. The only time he was close to dancing was when Aunt May was teaching him how to slow dance for Homecoming, and he wasn’t the beat at that. He was definitely going to ruin this even more for you and he didn’t want that.

You saw the panic rise in his face, and just as he was about to open his mouth, you covered it with your hand.

“You can do this Parker!” You cheered him on. “I’ll teach you everything, every step, every move-it’ll be-

You felt something slimy on the back on your palm, and you pulled your hand off his face in disgust.

“AH YOU BRAT!” You yelled, unable to hold back a smile as Peter laughed.

“Why’d you lick my hand?!?” You protested as you wiped your hand on your legs.

“Because, he laughed, “you wouldn't let me talk.”

“Well you could’ve done something else than do that.” You replied with a fake pout, folding your hands over your chest.

“Sorry,” he smiled, giving a long, thoughtful look, “I guess I can do it.”

“Ahhhh!” You screamed in happiness, suffocating Peter in an impulsive hug, “Thank you!”

You rolled off his stomach, standing up and offering him your hand.

Peter was overloaded by your touches, and was missing you on his stomach and that tight hug you just gave him. Secretly, he wished he could have this all the time- being close, joking around, laughing-but he always just thought you weren’t “in” to him like he was with you. You guys were best friends, and really close, so he was afraid to ruin it if you didn’t feel the same way.

“Okay, let's get to work,” you smiled, leading him over to the middle of the room.

You hit play through your phone, a heartfelt, future-soul song filling the room.

“You know Khalid, right?” You asked, Peter nodding.

“So- this is what I was thinking for this song- it’s basically about a couple whose going through a bunch of problems, but they can’t decide if they want to be together, even though they still are crazy about each other.”

“So just pretend you are in love with me for a second,” you laughed, trying to make a joke as you grabbed Peter’s hand in prep for the first move.

“If only you knew I wasn’t pretending,” Peter thought, his heart jolting, not anticipating you to hold his hand. He didn’t know if he could survive all this touching.

“So, all you're gonna do,”you instructed, “is hold my hand and when I pull away…”

You stretched your body away from Peter’s. “Pull me back in when the beat comes back- like I’m trying to leave and you don’t want to let me go.”

“Ready?”

“Hopefully,” Peter smiled nervously, still flustered by your hand in his.

You played the song back, giving Peter a reassuring smile.

You stepped back into your position, avoiding Peter’s eyes as you turned the music on. Even though you had been holding his hand, and pretending to be confident, you weren’t. Every move you make with Peter, every touch of skin, made your whole body feel with like jelly. Your stomach was filled with butterflies, and you didn’t know if you could keep being this brave and holding his hand. said you would.

You pulled your body back as you said you would.

You began to shout over the music “Don’t worry about hurting me, just pull-“ Peter pulled your arm back just at the right time, taking you off guard. Your hand instinctively went to Peter’s chest, forcing yourself to look into his eyes. You got lost in that chocolate brown, the brown curls complementing them perfectly. Your heart went into overdrive, the blood pulsing in your ears as you both stared at each other, both surprised how intimate that got.

You smiled breathlessly as Peter’s cheeks grew with a tint of red.

“This is gonna work.”

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The Misadventures of Aloha Chapter 2. Lets make Lemonade

“Army? Can we sell lemonade?”

That was the question Aloha asked him as Army looked at the child next to him. “Why do you want to sell lemonade, Aloha?” Army asked as Aloha thought about it. “Ummm I wanna get those squiddy plushes! The ones on the tv~!” He replied as Army look at him confused. What plush were he talking about? “Why do you want them? Army asked as Aloha swung around from side to side. “Ummm~ They look huggable!” Aloha replied with his answer, Army putting down his manual. “And you want to sell lemonade to buy them?” Army asked as Aloha nodded, making him sigh. He didn’t even know how to make lemonade!

A quick search up help Army figure out what they needed to make lemonade, finding the lemons and sugar. Right when he was about to cut the lemons, Skull came to the kitchen. “What are you doing, Army?” Skull asked, scaring Army and catching Aloha’s attention. “Skull~!” Aloha climbed down the step stool and running towards him, “we’re making lemonade~!” Lemonade? It was the sugar Skull noticed, and right before Skull could do anything, Army spoke up.

“Skull, don’t take all the sugar either. You wouldn’t want Aloha to be sad, right?” Army said as Skull look at Aloha, who’s smiling up to him curiously. Skull shook his head no. He didn’t want to be the one to make Aloha cry, as he patted the child’s head, getting a smile in return. “Is Skull gonna help~?” Aloha asked, Skull nodding his head. “Yes, I am.”

Aloha cheered, happy Skull was going to help as well. While Army and Skull helped make the lemonade with Aloha, Mask took the job of fixing the table, being mindful of Aloha’s artwork this time. Thirty minutes passed as everything was set up outside, Aloha squealed. “Wow~!” Aloha couldn’t wait to get those plushies now! “Aloha” Army’s voice caught his attention as the child look up. “I need to get a few things at the store while Skull needs to do something. We’ll be back soon, but Mask is going to watch you?” Army told Aloha as he nodded, his small hands patting the table. “Okay~” Aloha replied, sitting down on the small chair they put out.

Aloha soon became bored, even after selling a few cups of lemonade. Army and Skull haven’t returned yet and he didn’t want to bother Mask right now. Now that he thought about it, Mask was pretty quiet during his sales. Just as he was about to check on Mask, two figures came close to his stand.

“Awww Pearlie look!” A voice spoke as Aloha look up seeing two figures coming up to him, an inkling and what he thinks is an octoling. “Isn’t he adorable?

“Hiya~ Would you like to buy some lemonade?” Aloha asked as Marina squealed. “Of course we can, right Pearlie?” The inkling, which Aloha assumes is Pearlie, “Of course we can, ‘Rina! It’s pretty hot out here after all” ‘Pearlie’ said, before turning her gaze to the kid in front of her, “Yo! How much for two lemonades, kid?” Aloha thought about it before giving his answer. “Ummm it's only 50 coins!”

“Wow only that much? What are you doing kid?” Pearl asked as Aloha patted the table. “It’s for squiddy plushies! They remind me of my friends~” Aloha replied with a bright smile. “Oh is that so?” Pearl asked before looking at Marina before leaving a lot of extra cash. “Good luck on your goal kid!” Pearl said as she and Marina waved goodbye and head off, Aloha looking at how much he has. “Wow~! I can get those now!”

“Ugh, don't tell me those idiots lost you again” a voice spoke, Aloha recognizing who it belongs to. “Uwaa! It’s Rider!” Aloha pointed out, getting a small tsk in return. “What are you even doing right now?” Rider questioned as Aloha hummed. “I’m selling lemonade!” Aloha answered, patting both of his hands on the table, “does Rider want to buy lemonade?” Rider seemed taken aback by this as he slowly nodded paying for his cup, taking a sip before he asked his question. “Where are the others?”

“Army went to the store real quick! Skull needed to do something! And Masky is..Masky is..” Aloha started before he noticed Mask wasn’t nearby. Where did Mask go? “I dunno where he went!” Rider wanted to slap himself. “Man those idiots still-“ Rider mumbled, before looking back at Aloha. “Why is it you wanted to sell lemonade?” Rider asked as Aloha drummed his hands on the table. “For squiddy plushies~!” Aloha cheerfully smiled, Rider giving him a look. “You mean those squid plush that act like cushions?” Rider replied as Aloha nodded. “Mmhm~! I’ll be okay Rider! I could throw the lemonade and run!”

“You’ll get lost if you’ll run” Rider reminded him, making Aloha gasp. “Oh! I don’t want that!” Aloha replied, remember the time he got lost. Rider had no clue what to do now. He assumed Mask was supposed to watch Aloha, seeing Aloha had no clue where he went. Just as he was about to ask Aloha something else, a familiar cyan inking came walking down the sidewalk. “Masky~!” Aloha waved as Mask walked to his stand. “And where were you?” Rider demanded, Mask getting annoyed by his presence. “Noooone of yoour business!” Mask replied before turning to look at Aloha.

“Looook Aloha” Mask said, holding four bags with something in it, piping the child’s interest. “Ooooh! What is it! What is it?” Aloha asked curiously. What were in the bags Mask was holding? He got his answer as his eyes widen, seeing the four plushies he wanted to get taken out of the bags. “Why don’t we go baaack inside?” Mask asked putting the plushies back in the bags, Aloha nodding excitedly as he waved goodbye to Rider, carrying the remainder cups and the earnings while Mask took the pitcher of lemonade.

The two were waiting for Army and Skull to return, Aloha playing with the plushies while Mask look through his phone. Soon enough, Army returned, holding different bags before he closed the door. “The line was so long!” Army said, putting the groceries before putting them all on the table. “Sorry I took so long! I needed to get some-“ Army stop, looking at the three squid plush around Aloha while he was holding one of them. “How did you get these?” Army asked, Mask looking over with a shrug. “Who knooows?” Mask went back on his phone while Aloha decided to draw, Army noticing one person was missing. “Where’s Skull?” He asked as the two had no clue where he was. That was until the front door opened, Skull entering with something. “And where were you?” Army asked as Skull closed the door, locking it.

“I went to get this” Skull said, holding up a squid plush. “Isn’t that based on the old special, Kraken?” Army asked, Skull nodding. Aloha soon saw what Skull was holding as he got up from

the floor and ran to Skull. “Oooh! It looks soft! Can I pet it? Can I, Can I~?” Aloha’s eyes sparkled, as he tiptoed by Skull, Skull nodding. He sat on his knees letting Aloha pet the kraken plush, his eyes gleaming. “It so soft! It almost looks like you!” Aloha said, smiling. Skull decided to put the plush down next to the others and Aloha went back to drawing, Army deciding to make a snack for everyone.

An hour passed when Aloha soon fell asleep, sleeping by the kraken plush while holding one of the four plushies nearby. “I didn’t expect him to fall asleep on the floor” Army said with a sigh, picking up the sleeping child, going to his room to lay him down on the bed, Skull carrying the plushies and laying them on the floor. They returned back to the living room, only to see Mask passed out on the couch. “Why was he even tired? It’s not tiring just to keep an eye out” Army sighed, Skull not knowing the reason either. Army decided to clean up while Skull sat on a chair, his mind wandering off.

It was until late at night when a package was delivered to them, Skull and Army confused on what it was. They don’t remember ordering anything but it was delivered to Aloha’s house. Curious, they opened the package seeing two plushies. A white pink squid and a green and light brown octopus with a little note ‘For the lil pink kid’. “Who sent these?” Skull asked as Army looked for a name but found two strange names. “A MC Princess and DJ Hyperfresh? Not sure who they are, but maybe Aloha would love these when he’s awake in the morning” Army replied before putting the plushies in Aloha’s room quietly.

[the-arcana-randomness]

Hi dear 💕 guess what i'm here for? 😂 honestly this autumnal ask is so interestingk like I want to ask everything? x) but I guess: lantern: how did you meet your best friend? What was your first impression on each other? Maple: hobby/skill you always wanted to try but never did? Harvest: a fictional character you must identify with? Amber: unpopular opinion that you may have? Moonlit: are you a neat or messy person? I hope you have a great day ily ♡♡♡

My favorite person from my ask box 😂💜 Welcome baaack.

Sorry that answering this took me a while..

Lantern: How did you meet your best friend? Your first impression of each other.

I met my best friend in high school. We were in the same class. She actually wasn't there the first few days of school, because she was ill in the hospital, so when she came she looked quite... not that great. She had long, long, long black hair, and when I say long I mean down to her ass long and straight, and she was really pale, was quite chubby and was very, very shy and embarrassed. We had gym class, and she sat down on the bench next to me and I was the first person who said hi to her. But we didn't become friends instantly. We became friends two years later at the end of the second year of highschool. I was up late and so was she, I saw she was online as well. I don't remember who messaged who first, but when we got to talking she opened up to me about having issues at home and cried to me for hours. We started hanging out more and more and became pretty inseparable. We went through A LOT, even stopped talking for a year and maybe even longer. We made up this year, and it is honestly the best thing that happened to me - to have her back in my life. It got quite toxic in that period, so the time we weren't talking was good for us. Both of us grew a lot and evolved. The dynamic is even better now than it was back then. And for real, she is the only person for whome I can truly say " No matter what I will love them and be thankful for having them as part of my life."

As for first impression: I thought she was shy, quiet and a little bit... unreachable. She thought I was loud and full of myself and a bitch.

Maple: hobby/skill you always wanted to try but didn't?

DRAWING. I tried it and gave it. It isn't for me, I'm no good at it.

As for skill I wanted but really never ever tried: making clothes - sewing, knitting etc.

Harvest: fictional character that you most identify with?

I can't really come up with anyone... I guess MC from the Arcana hahahahaha (jk)

I don't think I relate to anyone atm

Amber: unpopular opinion

It sucks that white or straight people that have been nothing but nice and supportive towards people of other color or sexuality or gender identity, get attacked by the same people they are trying to be nice and respectful towards and that they also get stereotyped by the same people who are soooo against stereotypes and hate... they just end up doing the thing they don't want for themselves back toward people WHO AREN'T DOING IT TO THEM but unfortunately have the same skin color (white) or sexuality (straight) as the majority of people who are nasty. Disgusting.

Moonlit: are you a neat or messy person

Depends on the topic hahahaha I'm kind of in the middle, neither here nor there.

[calzona-all-ways]

Mrs. Torres and the Red Headed Devil

CHAPTER 4

By: Anonymous

“You mean you wouldn’t take her back”? April asked incredulously.

“Nope. Not a chance.”

“But the hot sex-”

“Was no where near hot enough to wipe away the thought of them together.”

“But I don’t understand. I thought that you guys were-”

“We were. But then we broke up and she had sex with that- that redheaded… devil,” Arizona cringed at the image her words brought forth before concluding with a “Blecch…” the sentence ending as the blonde sucked in a heavy breath to rein in her lingering disgust at the traitorous former chief of surgery who had been way too eager to involve himself in her battle for custody.

“Hey, I have red hair too you know.”

“Oh! Sorry. Sorry. But hey, you didn’t take the stand against me and you haven’t tried to bed any of my lovers. At least as far as I know of.”

Unfazed, April sympathized with her friends comment. “I would never do that to a friend.”

“That’s because you’re not a trouble making crap dog or a- a ginger haired-”

A pale hand stood erect to quell the flow of harsh words before they could progress in severity.

“I get it, Arizona. I get it. But that ‘crap dog’ and I are friends too.”

"I know. I know you are. I guess I just get carried away when I think of what went on in court and then the two of them- well, you know.”

“In flagrante delicto, I heard. So I guess its a safe bet that you won’t be taking her back any time soon then.”

Arizona snorted. Her mind flitted to her one true love and that woman’s unexpected return into her life just the day before. “Absolutely. In fact I’d say it’s a guaranteed sure thing.“

Out of sight but not earshot, Callie winced. Brown eyes closed in a prolong blink only to spring open when the blondes invective echoed in her head and she finally placed the familiar words. ‘Red headed devil’. So that’s where Sofia picked up the phrase, she must’ve heard it from the mother she emulated. Callie had thought it strange for Arizona to refer to her recently ex-girlfriend as such, for she had never displayed any outward disapproval of her relationship with Penny. In fact, before their atrocious battle for custody, her ex wife was nothing if not friendly and supportive of her and the younger resident’s burgeoning feelings for each other. Apparently things were not as cordial as they had appeared to be. God, how could she have been so wrong, the brunette wondered. How could she have been so stupid? Callie grimaced remembering how she had shown up on her ex wife’s doorstep the previous evening, practically begging for a second chance. She suddenly felt so foolish.

Taking a step closer to the doorway, Callie craned her neck to hear more.

"Arizona, that’s not fair. You guys were broken up when she, you know.”

“I know. And I don’t care. And now she thinks she can just waltz back up to me and ask me to what? Be her girlfriend? Her steady sex partner? After her gross little fling?”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I’m going to do nothing. Not a thing. I know she wants to try again, but every time of think of them together, kissing, touching, I just- I get so repulsed. I mean she’s actually, physically repulsive to me now. And I could never be in a relationship with somebody who I have an aversion to. No matter HOW good the sex once was.”

Tears form in Calles eyes as she digested the blondes words, the despair cascading in her soul making her feel like she might vomit. What had Arizona expected her to do? They were broken up with nary a chance for reconciliation.

“Ok, well I get that, I guess. I mean there ARE plenty of other fish in the sea-”

“Nope. Not for me.” An ebullient smile suddenly overtook the blondes features and her eyes seemed to sparkle. “My fishing pole is permanently retired,” she leaned in to whisper excitedly.

“Your… fishing pole is retired?” April automatically mimicked her friends softer tone. “When did you take up-wait, do you mean- did you meet someone?”

Arizona’s eyes flitted around her surroundings in a quick perusal of their settings before she clutched at her friends upper arm and relocated them into a nearby attending’s lounge and unknowingly out of the ortho surgeons earshot.

“Callie’s back.”

“Oh, yeah I know. She consulted on a case this morning. Why didn’t you tell me she was coming for a visit?”

“No, April. I mean Callie’s BACK back.”

“Um, I KNOW know? Are you feeling alright? I just told you I saw her earlier. We had a patient…? Talk about a shock. I didn’t even know she was here until she was THERE. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Am I- never mind.” Blue eyes rolled at the conversational maze this announcement seemed determined to travel. “Callie is BACK back, April. BACK in my life…” At the continued look of befuddlement a now wide eyed Arizona tried once more. “Baaack in my orbit….”

“Your orbit?” April brows furrowed deeper as she spoke. “Are we in space now? Because we were just fishing-”

“Oh my God. Callie is back to stay and I hope to have her back in my life and my bed as well.”

“Oh. OH! OH MY GOD! YAY!” She grabbed the blonde and hugged her tightly. “When did that happen? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell you because technically it hasn’t happened yet.”

Releasing the fetal surgeon from the embrace, April huffed in frustration.

“It didn’t-You know, you’ve kind of got a whole blonde thing going on today,” her hand trailed the air up and down in front of her friends body for emphasis. “Because talking to you didn’t used to be so confusing.”

“Argh! Callie came to my house last night with Sofia-”

“Aww. How is Sofia? You must be SO happy to finally have her back-”

“April! Focus! Of course I’m glad to have Sofia back! I’m thrilled! But Callie showed up and told me she broke up with Penny and she came back here for me. For ME. Can you believe that? She came back for ME, April. Because she missed me, she missed being with me and she wants us to try again. She wants to be with me. This is definitely one of the happiest days of my life! First I get Sofia back and now maybe Callie too!”

“Wow. that’s… wow. I’m so happy for you Arizona.”

“Me too. Me too. I can’t tell you how much .Thank you April. For being happy for me. You’re a good friend.”

“True. So what are you going to do about Carina?”

“Who? Oh! Nothing. Nothing. I mean Carina’s nice and all, and being with her was fun, but this is Callie we’re talking about. CALLIE.”

“So much for the hot Italian sex.”

Arizona scoffed. “Doesn’t even come close to the incredibly amazing sex with the woman of my dreams.”

“Ooh, are you taking about me?” Carina appeared through the opened doorway and maneuvered her way into the friends conversation, hijacking it to her favor, her cocked eyebrow reflective of the hope in her voice.

“Uh, I gotta…” April thumbed over her shoulder while her eyes flitted between the former lovers. “Bye.” Not wanting any part of THAT conversation, she turned abruptly and scurried away, hurrying right past Callie who quickly turned her back to the trauma surgeon before she could be noticed.

“Did I say something wrong?” Carina’s eyes watched April’s retreat before turning back to the fetal surgeon.

“Um, no, she just had a patient.”

“Oh. Then I am glad, because now I can have you all to myself.”

Carina stepped closer and Arizona instinctively took two steps back.

“Uh, Carina, I told you last night, this wasn’t going to happen anymore. We’re over.”

“Ah, but you’ve told me lots of things in the night, no?”

Carina? Callie’s mind searched the name. Ah, DeLuca’s sister and an obvious conquest.

“None of which I’ve meant as seriously as what I told you last night.”

“Is this about the bone doctor?”

“Callie. Her name is Callie. And yes it’s about her- well, US. She’s back now and she wants to try again-”

“I want to try again.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t. At least not with YOU, anyway.”

“Is this because of my relations with Owen?”

Callie’s eyes grew wide at the revelation of a love triangle and it’s participants as she hovered in the hallway outside of the attending lounge while the women conversed. She briefly wondered how in the Hell anyone who would lay claim to sanity could be torn between Arizona Robbins and the ginger haired former chief who’s exaggerated show of passion apparently included the act of gnawing at his partners face in lieu of a simple kiss. Even in a bizzaro world of alternate universes Callie would be adversed to traveling THAT road, she mused. Especially if given the option of the softer more feminine curves of her former wife.

As she contemplated that, Arizona’s earlier harsh words mingled with her own mental description of the male trauma surgeon and echoed through her mind and somewhere within, a sprig of insight became fertilized. Ginger haired former chief? Red Headed Devil? Wait. Was it- could it be possible that Penny hadn’t been the intended recipient of those depictions at all, but rather their ex-boss himself? After all, given the circumstances that made greater sense and the more Callie thought about it the more convinced she became.

“I told you, this is about Callie and I possibly being together again,” The ortho surgeon’s mind pulled focus just in time to hear.

“I don’t want to lose you,”

“I’m sorry.”

"You could invite her to join us.”

Two sets of eyes went wide at that. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You Americans,” Carina shook her head and smiled. “Why do you prefer everything to be so complicated? If you desire her, invite her to our bed. The more the merrier, after all.”

“The more the- no. Nuh uh. Just… No.”

Out in the hall, the ortho surgeon thanked God for Arizona’s refusal and closed her gaping jaw breathing in a sigh of relief.

“But I’ve seen her pictures at your house. She is very beautiful.”

“Yes. Yes she is.”

“And I love to experience beautiful people.”

“Uh…”

Callie and Arizona shared a telepathic link when their minds came together at the same moment and both flashed onto Owen Hunt, each woman concluding that apparently the Italian doctor has been treating patients while being badly in need of glasses. "Okaaay.”

“So, three beautiful women together-”

“Is never going to happen. I would never share Callie with anyone.”

“But I insist.”

“And I refuse. What Callie and I have-um, had, is way too special to share with anybody else. So, I’m sorry, but no. Uh, thank you?”

“Why don’t we ask your Callie? This is her, yes?”

Turning to follow Carina’s gaze, blue eyes locked into the most beautiful woman they’d ever seen, leaving a discovered Callie with no choice but to hesitantly approach the conversing duo.

“Uh, Arizona? Do you have a minute?” Callie had mistakenly believed she had been stealthily manipulating her way incrementally closer since she’d seen the doctor clad in pink scrubs approach her former wife, but during her subterfuge hadn’t realized how exposed she’d actually become. Now she’d have to go in blind as to where the blonde stood on the idea of their reconciliation.

“Calliope.” A brilliant smile shined suddenly across Arizona’s face as the ortho surgeon stopped in front of her. “Yes of course. I always have a minute for you.”

Encouraged by the warm greeting, Callie’s eager eyes barely acknowledged Carina before settling on the beauty of Arizona, her features taking on an almost magical glow as she unconsciously mirrored the blonde’s smile with one of her own

“So, did you uh, did you have a chance to think about what I said last night-”

“Um, hello?

"Hi,” Callie gave a curt smile and a dismissive salutation to the woman with the accent, and then continued on in the same breath to her former wife.

“-Because I can come back if you need some more time.”

“No.”

Crestfallen, the smile faded instantly from Callie’s lips, her eyes appeared to dull and her shoulders slumped while her mind became suddenly feverish to find a credible excuse for a hasty, yet dignified retreat.

“Oh. Oh. Okay.”

Realizing immediately from Callie’s reaction that she had taken her reply wrongly, Arizona was quick to amend.

“No, Callie, I meant no, don’t leave.”

Her hand instinctively gripped onto the ortho surgeon’s sturdy forearm to stop her from walking away and Callie felt that connection down to her toes. Trying to calm the suddenly very heavy thump of her heart, she took several shaky breaths and struggled not to focus on the heat from the skin on skin contact but rather the hope of the words that would next fall from those pink lips.

“And yes.”

“Yes? Yes, you thought about it, ooor-”

“No. Yes.” Arizona blew out a heavy breath and with a roll of blue eyes tried again. “Yes, I thought about it and yes to your question.”

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously?”

Arizona laughed. “Seriously.”

“Oh my God! Oh my God, I can’t believe- Yes!” Callie’s happiness got the better of her and she wrapped her arms around Arizona and hugged her close.

Carina eyes flit from one woman to the other in the happy embrace. “What does this mean, this yes?”

Happily turning with the woman she loved secure in her arms, she faced Carina without releasing Arizona from her hold.

“What it means is that if anyone here is inviting any third persons into their bed it will be Arizona and I, inviting YOU into OURS,” she informed, letting on that she had overheard their conversation as she tried to use Carina’s own words to get the message of her and Arizona’s reconciliation across to the foreign woman, who mistook it for an invitation instead.

“I accept.”

“What? Wait-what?”

The offer brought their embrace to an end as Callie and Arizona each turned to face Carina at the same time.

“This invitation you’ve so graciously extended, I accept.”

“Uh, Whoa. Um, I didn’t - I mean, I’m not-”

“I would love to experience sexual pleasures with you and Arizona concurrently.”

Callie’s eyes grew wide as she stammered to find her way out of the miscommunication.

"No. No, see- I was trying- I overheard- and thought I could- I mean-” Her eyes found Arizona’s and pleaded silently for help. The blonde simply smiled for a moment or two, enjoying Callie’s predicament before interjecting her aid.

“There’ll be no threesome, Carina.”

“And why not? Did I have sex with the dog again?”

“Huh?” Callie did a comical double take between the other two women. “What- wait- What??”

An image of Carina and Owen flashed through a grinning Arizona’s mind.

“In a manner of speaking,” she replied before correcting her former girlfriends mistranslated metaphor yet again. “And you mean 'screwed the pooch.’

"This is what I said, no?”

“Uh, no.”

“God, no,” Callie reiterated.

“Hmm.” Carina dismissed with the wave of a hand. “So is this no to the sharing of pleasures as well then?”

“Uh, yeah, no. Sorry. Uh, no offense. I mean I’m sure you’re fantastic and all-well, I’m not SURE sure-” Callie tried again.

Carina tilted her head, her brows furrowed as her mind worked to interpret the words of confusion that fell from the enchanting ortho surgeon.

“I mean you seem like a nice person- and you probably ARE- but there’s no way I’m sharing Arizona with anyone. You included.”

Carina’s eyes openly perused Callie’s frame. “The three of us would have an incredibly passionate encounter.”

Still trying to be polite Callie replied. “I’m uh, I’m sure we would? But no. Um, no, no thank you.”

“Hmm. As you wish. But if you change your mind, Arizona has my number.” Carina winked saucily then turned and walked away.

“Wow. She’s… wow.” Callie stated as her eyes followed Carina’s retreating form. “She doesn’t hold much back, does she?”

“She really doesn’t.”

Callie stepped into Arizona’s space to wrap her arms around the blonde and pull her close once more.

“Yeah, well as much as I like a forward woman, you know the kind that’ll kiss a total stranger in a dirty bar bathroom-”

“A totally HOT stranger-”

“I meant what I said, Arizona. I’m not sharing you with anybody else. Ever. So you’d better get used to it.”

“Yes please. I don’t ever want to be shared-”

Callie laughed. “You don’t ever want to be shared, huh? Exactly how much time did you spend with the italian lady?”

“Ha ha. And no, I don’t want to be shared. And I’m never sharing you either.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” Callie spoke lowly, her face moving closer and closer until her lips were mere millimeters apart from Arizona’s.

"Good. Now shut up and kiss me, Calliope.”

Callie didn’t need to be asked twice.

The End