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g-xix · 6 days ago

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☁️Goalie | AngryGinge13

Summary: Ginge has had an online crush on a streamer which had been made very public on his streams - and landed him a chance to play alongside her in the Sidemen 2023 Charity Match... But when he sees her, does he get flustered and crumble under the embarrassment of everything he's said - or only take it in his stride and make it his goal of making something of this opportunity to flirt with her in real life?

Notes: Based on 2023 SDMN Charity match, v cutesy fic + LONG 8.3k wordcount so ENJOY!!

"Wouldn't it be funny if we got Y/n on the pitch as well?" Simon asked over one Sidecast. Josh, JJ, Vik and surprise guest: Danny Aarons all cracked up.

"You know Ginge has a proper big crush on her?" Danny brought up.

"Are you leaking information?" JJ asked, looking between Danny and Simon. "Can't be leaking Ginge's super secret crush to the entirety of the internet, can you..."

"No, there's clips of him online- look-"

One of the producers cast a TikTok to the screen behind the boys- watching the video of Ginge looking through his for you page during a stream: "IT'S HER AGAIN!" Ginge jumped out of his seat as a TikTok clip of you raging to COD popped up. Although clearly the gameplay wasn't what caught Ginge's attention, as he paused the video and ogled at your facecam before exclaiming: "IS SHE WEARING A UNITED SHIRT?!?!!?" Simon chuckled at Ginge's reaction as he watched the United-fanboy celebrate over his online-crush's attire. Ginge fell off of his chair and onto the floor dramatically, clutching a hand to his heart as he exclaimed "CHAT, HELP ME PLEASE, I NEED TO WIFE UP Y/N IMMEDIATELY- WHY DOES NOBODY ELSE SEE HOW PERFECT SHE IS?!"

JJ giggled as the clip ended with Ginge squirting water on his face to face to cool himself down, clearly flustered seeing you on the screen wearing the beloved United shirt.

"Can you imagine the scenes if we got her to play?" Josh's brain began ticking as he swivelled around to look at the other boys' faces. Vik and Simon could tell by the expression on his face that Josh was clearly trying to figure out how they could make it work, how they could get you playing on the pitch for that day as well.

"Can you imagine how Ginge would react seeing her on the pitch," Vik chuckled, having watched a compilation of Ginge on the SidemenReacts channel just the other day. "He might have a heart attack seeing her in real life after everything he's said about her online."

The boys within the room all shared a look, grins plastered wide on their faces at the idea of getting Y/n on the same pitch as Ginge for the charity match- and Josh knew exactly what he had to do to get that plan sorted.

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"Y/n, you coming to the match on Saturday?" You saw JJ's face on the phone as you answered the call, angling the screen away from the webcam so that the stream couldn't see the JJ's number. It was currently a gloomy Thursday and you were counting on that match to bring a bit of light to your week.

"Yeah of course! Wouldn't miss a game like that for my nan's funeral."

"How would you like to play?" JJ's face grew into a grin as the chat's speed tenfolded, your hand dropping the phone as you let out a gasp, followed by a shriek, followed by a scream and jumping onto your chair before toppling it and yourself over.

You could hear JJ's joyous laughter from the phone that'd dropped under the desk, before you dove under for it- drawing it closer to your face as you screamed WHAT THE FUCk?!!

One sleep and one train ride later, you found yourself hugging all your Internet-mates once again. You found Niko and Chunkz first, giving the two of them a hug and catching up with them- before you saw Kai and Duke come downstairs together.

You blushed a bit hugging the old-crush Duke, but eased up whilst talking to Kai, who was ecstatically vlogging all three of you, unbelievably excited for the game ahead of you.

A more familiar face popped up a few moments later before Danny Aarons himself descended down the stairs groggily, receiving a warm embrace before he'd even gotten to the bottom of the stairs. He hugged you back, swaying a bit before pulling away to look at you with a grin.

"Get off the kit, Y/n, this the winning team's kit."

"Yeah, you said that about Tottenham before the Fulham game and look how that turned out."

That had Danny silenced as you laughed at his expression, patting him on the back and bringing him down to sit at the hotel's restaurant table with you. You'd managed to arrive just in time for dinner, and whilst you felt slightly underdressed in your comfy joggers and top, you felt comfortable sitting down at one of the tables to the side- Danny occupying the chair opposite you and pulling his phone out just as Simon approached.

"Not stealing the love of Ginge's life are you?" Simon knocked on Danny's shoulder as he passed, snickering and watching as Danny shouted at Simon's turned back in his defence. You furrowed your brows at the mention, Simon's words flying right over your head as you had no clue who Simon was talking about, whoever the named person was. You hadn't even caught the name Simon was referring to.

Maybe Simon was commenting on what he saw on Danny's phone, as Danny had been flicking through Instagram just a moment earlier.

Dinner went just fine, luckily.

Will, Chris, JJ and a few others joined you at different points, having a chat about the match and all the different things... Obviously, you were slightly nervous, but Will reassured you that if worst came to worst, he'd score an own goal to cover any of your fuck-ups.

You saw a tall ginger come down the stairs at some point as well- flicking his head so that his fringe flipped away from his face.

You observed him as he stepped down, his own eyes scanning the room as he looked for where to go or sit during the dinner. You got the chance to look him up and down whilst he did so, noticing how built he appeared. You hoped he'd be on your team, as you could imagine he'd be a strong player regardless of what position he actually played on the pitch.

His eyes found yours momentarily and you realised you had zoned out staring at him.

You pulled back with a blush dusted over your cheeks, looking back towards your fillet and plate, not feeling quite as hungry as you did before. You wanted to go and talk to that guy, but as you looked up again he was nowhere to be seen- not by the food point, any of the tables or the court...

Supposing he left, you turned back to Danny and listened to his story, trying to ignore the thoughts of that ginger guy and wanting to get to know more about him.

And unsurprisingly, you did get to know more about him just a day later.

You'd never been one for morning runs, but the fear of the match day dawned on you and crept up as you watched the sun rise over the Thames. And aching, crawling, horrid bile beginning in your lower stomach and not ending, but continuing up to your throat.

It was futile trying to get any more sleep after that, and so at a ripe 6am, you had your trainers and leggings on, earbuds plugged in and Ice Spice playing to the beating to the same tempo as you breathed. The crisp air was cleansing, refreshing as you crossed the road and continued your jog past the corner shop and onto a busier road, before you found a neat place to loop around and get back to the hotel at.

Through the park, you slowed to a less taxing jog, admiring the greenery in stark contrast to the dull grey of the outer London. You turned the corner, ready to exit the park and make your way back to the hotel when-

"FUCK!" You collided with someone in front of you hard. Your headphones skittered to the floor and your body followed, though luckily you went onto the grass. Still, it hurt your bum a bit, and you squeezed your eyes tight upon the impact.

"Bloody hell, y'alright love?" You heard two knees click as someone bent down besides you- your eyes opening to reveal that ginger you'd seen just the night before.

"You?" You groaned, your hand finding your back and massaging the stinging sensation. You'd hoped you would have at least been able to get ready before seeing that ginger bloke again- having wanted to talk to him looking nice. Afterall, he wasn't half bad looking himself, you'd found yourself thinking.

"What d'you mean you?" He asked, slightly affronted, pulling back slightly to look you up and down a bit meanly. "Thought you would've been a bit nicer."

"You know me?" You raised a brow, not expecting someone like him to be the type to watch your content. His ears cheeks went a pink hue almost instantly and he gulped, making you laugh slightly, not quite knowing why he reacted so nervously yet amused nonetheless.

"Right, enough of that- you on the way back to the hotel?" He asked, offering out a hand which you took, allowing him to help you up and onto your feet.

It shocked you a bit by how much taller he was as he stood in front of you. You thought you'd at least be eye level with his head, yet he was far taller- your head level with his chest, meaning that you had to crane your neck upwards to look at him, despite being near 6".

Your eyes drifted as you heard someone give a disapproving cough as they walked by, flashing a matching disapproving look. Realising your body was basically flush with the ginger that'd helped you up, you blushed and took a step back, picking up your headphones from the side and inhaling sharply as you turned them over to inspect them.

"Broken?"

"Look pretty bad-"

The right side's earmuff fell off before you could finish. The two of you stared at the broken headphone, a noise of suppressed laughter coming from behind you. You turned around and tried to face the guy with a deadpan face- yet with one glimpse of your expression- he burst out with a scream of laughter almost, bending over to let it out which did make you drop your expression to laugh with him- his laughter too contagious.

"You owe me a pair of headphones for that..." Your sentence trailed off as you looked for a name to call him.

"Ginge is the name," He puffed out his chest. "Just call me Morgan, though."

"Right, well, I'm-"

"Y/n? Yep, I know."

The two of you made your way back to the hotel with that, a little bit of small talk between the two of you as you finished your run at the ripe time of half seven in the morning.

"You had breakfast yet?" Morgan asked as the two of you entered the hotel lobby.

"No, you?" You turned to him as he shook his head. "Well then-" You took his hand in yours to take him to the breakfast bar so that he could sit and have breakfast with you- not wanting to be left to eat alone. And although you didn't see, Morgan's face went bright red as he began deeping the fact he had just spoken to his literal online crush, and was now getting breakfast with her - not to mention his fingers which were interlaced with your own already. He could never have imagined that he'd ever be able to do this, just a few days ago when he had gotten the call from Simon inviting him to the match.

Picking your yoghurt, fruit and fancy bits and bobs, you looked around the room for any of the other boys- but it appeared that Morgan and yourself were the first down. Thus, the two of you found a nice two-seater by the windows on the side, and sat to eat with one another.

You realised that Morgan had very nice eyes. Very blue, quite piercing, but his smile always seemed to make them more warm, more inviting. And he had so many stories. I mean, you could've sat opposite him all morning and not spoken a word and still have been entertained.

The two of you kept opposite one another even once your breakfast was finished, just chatting with one another.

Simon was first to come down with Tobi at his side, the two still a bit tired- though their eyes widened, waking up right away as they entered the breakfast bar and saw yourself sat opposite Ginge, head tilted and resting against your hand, staring up at Ginge and listening as he spoke, letting out a giggle before replying as he listened with a pure smile.

"That isn't Morgan with Y/n, is it?" Simon whispered and Tobi let out a little squeal.

"Oh my god, do you think we've just made a couple?!" Tobi whispered excitedly back.

"I'm wondering how the hell Ginge has managed to get Y/n for breakfast..." Simon shook his head. "What the Hell, I thought he'd make a tit of himself in front of her and that would go viral on the pitch... I didn't think that Ginge's crush would become anything real..."

"Reckon we get a Twitter pic?" Tobi turned to Simon with a little grin.

As soon as Simon returned with a smirk, Tobi whipped out his phone, peeking it around the corner and zooming in to the far table and snapping a photo, giggling as he showed it to Simon before pasting it into Twitter and hitting the Tweet button.

"Mission accomplished."

The two high fived before going into the bar and grabbing themselves their breakfast, wishing a good morning to yourself and Ginge before descending into giggles as they ran out of the bar and back to their rooms, gossiping the whole way back like a pair of schoolkids.

You were a bit confused by the first interaction of the morning with Simon and Tobi, and that confusion only grew as more of your friends descended the stairs. Everyone seemed to have their eyebrows raised, a look of surprise on their faces as they saw you and Morgan that morning.

Only Duke and Kai were kind enough to enlighten you on why.

"AYYYY, W RIZZ ANGRYGINGE, W RIZZ GINGE!!" Kai jumped as he saw the two of you sat down, holding out a hand which Morgan tentatively reached out for, Kai slapping them together and shoulder bumping himself with Ginge as he brought Duke over also.

"Morning Ma'am," Duke nodded at you, side-hugging a Morgan that was reddening at a frightening pace, quite similarly to yourself as you just felt slightly flustered at the thought everyone had thought Morgan and you were having breakfast together in a cute couple-y way. "I saw y'all was together from what Tobi posted-"

"What TOBI posted?" Your eyes went wide, head spinning between Kai, Morgan and Duke at the mention of yourself being posted without your knowledge, just as you noticed Danny entering the breakfast bar as well.

Danny snatched an apple from the counter before spotting you, jerking his head backwards and indicating for you to come with him, as he spot your stressed expression. You gave a quick hug to Kai and Duke, telling Morgan you'd see him in a few and thanks for the breakfast (Kai and Duke squealed and congratulated a tentative Ginge) before you followed after Danny, meeting him in the elevator just before the door managed to close.

"You know who Ginge is?" He asked, looking between you and his phone where he was rapidly typing.

"...Not really, no, I first saw him yesterday to be honest." You shook your head. Danny slotted his phone into your hands and you watched the TikTok on the screen.

"Then you should REALLY watch these clips."

The first clip was titles GINGE'S FIRST TIME REACTING TO Y/N! and showed him scrolling through his TikTok when he saw a clip of you come up, doing a forfeit Rasputin dance and screaming about how your thighs were burning. He was initially wide eyed staring at you at the beginning- and you couldn't even begin to count the number of times you saw him look you up and down on his screen. That clip ended with him clicking on your profile to follow you and follow the link in your bio to your other socials.

The next clip was him @-ing you on twitter, asking whether you wanted to play GTA sometime. He was clearly giddy asking it as well, and he let out a scream as he pressed post and threw his headphones off to run out of shot, still squealing. You let out a chuckle, feeling a bit bad having never received any wind about that tweet and thus not having replied to it.

Then there was a clip of Ginge doing the "throw the pen and if it lands in the jar it's true" challenge, saying "If this goes in, Y/n knows about me and loves me but is too nervous to say something". The pen went in, and Morgan let out a scream again.

Danny took his phone off of you as he saw you smiling down at the phone- your trance broken as you looked up to Danny once he took your phone away.

"So..." You began. "He's cute I s'pose."

"WHAT?!" Danny's mouth dropped open. "I thought you would've found him weird after that?!"

"Well I don't know, he was decent during breakfast..."

"Yeah, about that-"

Danny thrusted the phone back into your hands, Tobi's instagram stories opened. The picture was captioned MORNIGN BREAKFAST DATE? 👀 and featured a (luckily) blurry picture of yourself and Ginge sat at the table with one another, your head resting in the palm of your hand as you looked at Morgan. Luckily it looked as though it were taken from far enough away that it could've been any redhead guy sat with a girl.

"I'm gonna boot that ball at Tobi as soon as I get it on the pitch."

Sidemen_Updates: Picture of mysterious ginger and girl having breakfast together in restaurant! What could this mean? 🤔

sdmnfan1: Ginger? Probs Behz n his missus YANITEDx3: Angry ginge???? HapyyGinge: What are the chances he's w y/n lol YANITEDx3: No way ugly bastards getting anywhere near her Y/ncentral: Tbh shes' playing at the match it rly could be HapyyGinge: Can you imagine if he's bagged her after all the talk 😭😭😭 Clarkeysbog: Nah why'd they acc be kinda cute asw... Y/ncentral: Alr guys imma stop u there i think we're getting a bit delulu here

"Alright, love?" Ginge caused you to snap your head up from Twitter with a little snort as he plopped himself down into the seat next to yourself in the bus.

"Didn't realise you were such a massive fan of my content, AngryGinge13."

You only let out another snort as you watched his face slowly flush from pale to bright red like a tomato, his face and hair the same colour as he began stuttering over some sort of explanation.

"What's this, 'wife Y/n up immediately?'" You read out the caption as you displayed the TikTok on your phone, cackling as Morgan groaned, covering his face with his hands and sliding down his seat- most likely praying for the world to swallow him up in that moment. It was quite cute, honestly, and you resisted the urge to reach over and give him a hug.

"It's okay, it's okay..." You settled for patting his head with a devious grin as you continued to tease him in a slightly lowered voice, loving the shyness you'd inflicted on the boy besides you. "You're not half bad yourself, either, but I guess we'll see where that goes after the match..."

Two squeals drew your attention away from your flirting with Morgan, however, as Tobi and Simon giggled from in front of you- Tobi's phone raised above his head to reflect the view of you teasing Morgan- the duo in the seats in front of you far too invested in seeing a love story develop - watching yourself and Morgan through the camera app as though you were a Netflix romance show.

Morgan could only be happy that you'd looked away from him however, because the feeling of your legging-ed thigh brushing against his own skin had a blush creeping across his cheeks - the teasing compliment you'd served causing his ears to turn a lovely beet red, too.

You decided to lay off him, however, instead returning to your phone and chatting with JJ and Chunkz who weren't sat too far away - letting yourself rest your legs across Morgan's lap partway through, and making a little TikTok with him during the journey, too... And the fans were keen to point out your legs stretched across Morgan's, as well as the boy's coy little smile n wave at the camera - cheeks dusted red with a shy blush, contrasting his normal, boisterous persona.

In the end, you did end up just falling asleep...

On Morgan's shoulder.

And Tobi was the one to let you know, as you arrived at the stadium, stretching you limbs out and cracking your neck before checking your instagram stories whilst rows slowly filed out of the bus. And lo and behold, Tobi's story yielded a picture of him holding the camera up with a hand over his mouth, portraying giggly-shock at the image of you curled up on Morgan's shoulder whilst Morgan held up a meek thumbs up, bemused smile and wide eyes displaying a look of bewilderment for how he'd found himself in such a position.

"Prick", You hissed at Tobi as you walked past him to the changing rooms, hearing the explosion of his and Simon's laughter as well as JJ's confused what? 's whilst you just sped up to Danny, flipping off Kon's BTS camera with a grin along the way, too.

Though you were a part of the Sidemen team, playing on Sidemen FC as goalkeeper, the organiser had been kind enough to organise the locker-room arrangement so that whilst you had your own (barren) changing room separate from the boy's one - a short corridor connected the two so that you could still walk back once they were done changing, and join the team talks.

And after switching your comfy leggings and tee for your kit, you joined with the boys as you walked out onto the pitch.

You could feel nerves building in your stomach as you walked through the tunnel, fingers drumming anxiously along the wall as a nervous stim. And it seemed as though someone else had noticed too, as you felt a soft bump against your right shoulder, drawing a slight gasp from your throat as you were pulled out of your thoughts to look up at the man who walked besides you.

"Nervous?" His Mancunian accent sounded almost mocking, but the eye contact with a seemingly caring expression told you otherwise, and let you give an honest answer.

"I've been alright all morning... Well, after the morning run, but I can feel myself getting nervous now -"

You were cut off by gargantuan roar from the crowds outside, the cheers creating an echo within the opening tunnel and almost wanting to make you press your hands over your ears and run away from the overpowering noise. You could borderline feel tears prickling at the corners of your eyes and a heat rushing to your neck which made you regret initially answering the phone and sealing your fate in playing in this match.

Morgan noticed your nerves, too, heart sinking as he saw your expression dropping at the crowd reaction to JJ running onto the pitch.

"Look, listen-" Morgan put a hand on your shoulder, pulling you to the side of the tunnel so that the likes of JME and XQC were free to pass by whilst Morgan's eyes bore into yours. "-It's too late to back out at this point and you know that, yeah?"

You gulped and nodded in agreement, not feeling any better from Morgan's enforcement.

"And how long you been playing football for - as a keeper."

"Since I was about six," You divulged, not knowing where exact Morgan was going, and feeling your voice come out almost thinly, strained from the fear which tightened your vocal cords.

"And how many people you got following you - all across the board - on your TikTok, Instagram, Twitch - fuck, you can even could your secret Wattpad account from when you were twelve, I don't care-"

"A few million," You cut him off with a slight laugh at his words, sniffing and trying to clear the nerves and make room for Morgan's positivity to fill your body, too. "And that's not including the Wattpad followers."

"Well there's eighty thousand here - you have millions of followers? Technically that means about eight-hundred-percent of the people here love you -" Morgan's waffle earned a bemused look at the flawed maths, yet you continued listening regardless. "-So that means that absolutely everyone you can hear outside there - yeah - they all fucken love you, so you don't have shit to be scared about, yeah? And you've been keeping for over a decade - you've got skill, you've got talent, you know what you're doing, don't let yourself get scared because we're a duo you and me - I'm gonna be defending as right-back, you're with me and I know both of us are talented so we don't have shit to get scared about, alright?"

It was odd, hearing the crowd fade out as you focussed on the ginger's waffle, noticing how his eyes seemed to glow whilst his face was barely a few inches away from yours during his passionate ramble. And once he was done, though you didn't feel wholly freed from your nerves, you could wholly appreciate the extent Morgan was going to in an attempt to placate your nerves.

Morgan was stunned as he felt arms wrap around him, eyes widening slightly as the breath left his lungs, making eye contact with Josh who gave him a smirk with questioning eyes - bringing rise to a blush on Morgan's cheeks as he embraced you with his own arms, slowly patting on your back in what was attempted comfort.

His hand slid down from your shoulders to your hand, fingers interlacing with yours and pulling you out of your sad feels as you noticed the warmth of his palm against yours, the way his long fingers seemed to envelop your hand and squeeze your appendage bringing an almost giggly twistiness to your stomach as you could feel a heat spreading across your face at the gesture.

Now was most definitely not the time to be getting crush feelings, and yet you couldn't help yourself from letting those butterflies in your stomach spread to every extreme molecule of your body.

"C'mon, let's go get warmed up outside - we're not playing yet so at least you can get a feel for what it's like out there."

Morgan's hand didn't leave yours. No, his fingers stayed intertwined with yours whilst you two walked towards the light, walking out of the enclosed space onto the lush green of the pitch, feeling the first ray of glorious butter gold sunlight hit your face - the hot air of the pitch flooding you as you left the AC-cooled tunnel - jogging out with Ginge as you heard the uproar of the pitch upon your entrance. The positively uproarious response from the crowd made a smile spread to your face, nerves dissipating slightly as you grinned - rotating your head to take in the stands filled with fans - a grand screen to one side of the stadium projecting yourself and Ginge.

Responding to the crowd's noise, Ginge raised your interlinked hands above your head, the screen projecting your interwoven fingers and only making the crowd even louder - a few screams resonating from the stadium and making you double over with laughter as you reached the Sidemen FC team who were grouped together, kicking a ball between themselves.

"PUTTING ON A SHOW WITH GINGE, EH?" Danny yelled from the other side of the circle, making you detach your hand from Morgan's - though the grin on your face was unwipeable.

"Look at you two LOVEBIRDS -" JJ loudly chipped in with an overdone wink, nudging your arm from the left.

"Everything's coming together for you now, i'nt it Ginge?" Simon tittered, as Tobi collapsed into his side at the mention - the duo both enjoying the way that Ginge stuttered to come up with a response (a matching grin also plastered on his face).

And although you would've loved to have watched Ginge scramble to pull his words together, Josh tapped you on the shoulder, removing you from the group by sending you over to Elz to get interviewed.

Midway through the interview, Ginge was kind enough to boot a ball into the back of your legs, catching your attention just long enough for him to blow a kiss which made you roll your eyes at the gesture, smiling nonetheless.

"That's Ginge blowing a kiss for you there - speaking of Ginge - what sort of relationship do you have with him? Because I'm sure you've seen clips circulating online which show how Ginge has sort of got a little online crush on you..."

"Well, I'll be honest - those clips were only shown to me this morning, thanks to Danny," You spoke, realising how much had happened just today. "And... Well, I think it's difficult to name- or say what mine and Ginge's relationship really is - I mean - we just had our first conversation this morning!"

"OH- does that mean that picture Tobi posted on his Instagram story this morning is in fact you and Ginge - because there's been some speculation on Twitter and whatnot..."

You threw your head back to laugh a bit at the question. "Yeah, I've seen all the comments too... I think the fans are really invested in seeing Ginge and I interact to be honest-"

"Yeah, I'm sure that running into the pitch with the hands held will give the fans some fuel to talk about for a while."

"No doubt about it."

"Could you just expand on what you and Ginge were saying in the tunnel before you came out, holding hands? We had a little clip of the tunnel beforehand, where we saw you with your back to the wall talking to Ginge, and I'll be honest - it seemed very intimate between you two - can we know anything that was going on there?"

That unremovable smile returned to your face - the one that made you feel as though you were trying not to giggle and return to being just a girl with a crush... Not that you exactly had a crush... "I was a little bit nervous back there I'll be honest, and bless him, Morgan- sorry- Ginge was so sweet; he noticed and was just sorta giving me some support and affirming it was all gonna be alright - and yeah, that's why we came out holding hands too, that was Ginge's little gesture to try and boost my confidence up."

"Well, I'm sure whatever he said was true, because we're all expecting an absolute storm from you today on the pitch, Y/n - we'll let you get back to warming up and training, and we wish you luck out there on the pitch!"

You returned to the Sidemen FC circle where the boys did their dynamic stretching - joining in with the line of men that stretched their hamstrings by shooing the chickens on the line.

"How you feeling now?" Ginge moved to stand next to you whilst he stretched.

"A lot better." You breathed a sigh of relief. "Everything feels a lot more... relaxed, now. You know, it's scary everyone's up there watching but it's kinda easy to separate that. It just feels like playing football with a bunch of people I'm a fan of."

"Exactly how I'm feeling." Ginge agreed. "Let's warm you up in goal."

Fifteen minutes later - after having saved some of Ginge's goals - having a team talk - and feeling primed and ready for the match... Simon won the coin toss, the whistle blew, and the game commenced With Simon passing the ball back to Tobi, and your heartrate accelerating through the roof.

Though Ginge was completely true to everything he'd promised, you noticed as the tall ginger dominated the back line, kicking the ball away whenever Chris or Niko or Filly or Theo came close... Making your work as a goalkeeper light as you allowed Kai - your short friend who was criminally offside - to kick the ball into the back of the net.

As the corner was being taken, although Ginge was attentively marking Speed, he didn't miss the opportunity to yell a quick bit of praise at you between his rugged pants, making Simon yell at him to "SHUT UP AND GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!", despite the Sidemen's current 1-0 score, lieu to Ethan.

And even when you did let Chris conceded a goal - after he weaved and dribbled the ball between the line of defenders?

Your body hit the ground - an attempted and failed dive whereby Chris' ball had passed just beneath your gloved before you could get it. And letting yourself lie there and rest your head in your arms on the floor, hearing cheers from the audience at the blond superstar's shocking goal - you felt not so ashamed, as one person came to you and sighed - sitting next to you and patting your back whilst you just groaned.

"You're alright, that was pretty un-saveable." He comforted, and you just moved your head to the right to make eye contact with him from the grassy pitch - plopping your head back into yours arms.

"That was fucking embarrassing, that slow-mo is gonna be a violation..." You looked up at the large screen at the end of the stadium that replayed the goal, and your dive as the ball just managed to sneak past your arms. A groan fell from your lips again, because of how goofy you felt you looked.

"Oh come on that's not half bad," Ginge argued, and slung an arm around your back as you decided to get up - accompanying your movements and getting you back up and onto your feet. "C'mon, you've still got this - they've had double the shots on goal that we've had and you've saved all of them other than that one so far. You're already doing miles better than eighty percent of the pitch."

"STOP DISTRACTING Y/N AND GET IN POSITION, GINGE!" Simon's shout came again, though even the blond who was so passionate about the game couldn't help but yell with a grin, at the way that Ginge looked so domestically sweet towards you - a side of the ginger which no-one had seen before.

And luckily, with Simon slotting a goal in and Chunkz getting one in return - you made it to the half time team talk with an equal 2-2 score to either team.

"-So attack is our strongest of the lot, and then in defence I'm spotting really good chemistry-"

Everyone in the circle turned their heads subconsciously towards you and Ginge as manager Wingrove pointed out the chemistry. And you could feel a blush rising to your cheeks as your eyes zipped and noticed how many people within the team had noticed you and Ginge's close connection... And Ginge's arm around your shoulder, which had been stuck their since Clattenburg had blown the half time whistle didn'y help your case much, either.

"But we've got to lock into the game back there. We're taking too long setting up because there's a bit too much chit-chat going on around there."

Simon coughed to subtly conceal the yell of GINGE! that left his lips, that made everyone laugh. Tobi nodded approvingly though, flashing a wink as you made eye contact with him and felt an even deeper shade of red settling across your cheeks.

At least you and Ginge had matching blushes.

"Morgan I know you say I'm your crush on your streams and all-" You leant over to whisper into the Ginger's ear whilst Wingrove spoke to the attackers, the ginger leaning his head down so that he could hear your quiet voice over the noise of the rest of the changing room - creating intimate proxemics. "-But d'you actually mean any of that? Like, are you just exaggerating and keeping all that up for the viewers...?"

Ginge withdrew with wide eyes at the accusation, your words seemingly the stupidest thing he'd ever heard.

Although before you got the answer that could placate your nerves and send you out with a dopamine high for the next round...

Cheers errupted from all the boys as Ethan gave his team talk, making the both of your heads snap up like deer in headlights, as you saw the interviewer, Cecil Jee, camera trailing behind him - having caught the team speech as well as the entirety of yours and Ginge's intimate interaction.

Again, you wondered whether it was all being played up for the cameras in that moment, where Ginge tried to comfort you by attaching his hand to yours and giving it a squeeze - all noise turning into a blurry, unintelligible mush of words as Ginge's hand pulled you onto your feet and into the tunnel once more for the second round of the game.

And before you knew it, you were back in the white box of the goal area, clapping your gloved hands together and yelling out towards the pitch.

Ofc course not before Ginge managed to give you your own personal pep talk in the goal square, hyping you up and making you fist bump him with all your body power before hugging him whilst you heard another cheer bubble from the crowd, which was undoubtably for you two and the romance that they saw blossoming on the pitch, between their favourite creator and the man that they thought would never have a chance.

But no more than ten minutes after after Ginge's cute little speech, did you watch him brutally floor a little blond man in the penalty area - and referee Clattenburg's whistle sounding, deducing a....

Penalty.

"I'm gonna fucken kill you if I concede because of your stupid, illegal tackles," You hissed at the ginger as he came up to you practically splurging his apologies whilst you watched JJ take on Chunkz and and Kai in a wrestling match besides Chris at the penalty spot. "Holy shit, they've got Speed taking this pen?!"

You were horrified to watch the boy place ball down and eye you up like prey.

"Morgan, I'm gonna die-" The hyperbole fell from your lips too easily as you felt pressure begin to consume you.

"Y/n if you concede I promise I'll shatter his shins-" Ginge caught your horrified look. "Outside of the penalty area so you don't have to deal with another pen, of course-"

"Shut up and go to the edge so that you can run in and boot the ball away when I deflect it, you right twa-"

Tobi pulled Ginge away, overhearing the conversation - and Danny - a part of the opposition only took Ginge's place.

"You and Ginge been getting chatty." He raised a brow and you rolled your eyes.

"You're not allowed to distract me before a pen." You gave a blunt response, and the stubborn boy crossed his arms and only took a step closer so that he was even more in your personal space as he began interrogation.

"Have you two just agreed to play it up for the media, or is Y/n genuinely getting up in her feels?" Danny teasingly persisted, yet only asked the question that'd been on your mind for the entirety of the second half. And it most definitely wasn't what you needed reminding of as you back-stepped into the goal, star jumping and telling the persistent boy to fuck off, as you tried to get in the zone yet couldn't shake off the annoyingly smirking brunet.

Taller, more built and ginger-er - your partner in defence plucked Danny from besides you like a teddy bear, picking Danny up and removing him from the goal square (much to your relief), and letting you lock in - star jumping and clapping your hands together to lock yourself in and follow the ball as Speed took his steps backwards run up to the ball, bounding towards it and striking it towards the side, sending it rolling towards...

....The centre?!

Your hands collected the ball at your knees with minimal effort as you looked up with confusion - almost expecting Clattenburg to say that Speed had to redo it.

Although instead you were met with the Sidemen boys running over to you, cheering for scoring the absolutely abysmal shot that'd been saved whilst Ginge practically crushed you with a hug, screaming "LET'S FUCKEN GO - I NEVER DOUBTED YOU FOR A MINUTE-" Whilst you felt overwhelming dopamine filling your system as you let out a victorious yell of your own - telling the boys to scatter before thundercunting the ball further up the court and watching at the ball you kicked lead to an assist as Manny flicked it into the goal XQC marked.

You were running on a complete high as you watched Manny score another - then Tobi - followed by Harry... And even though Max Fosh and Niko managed to get their balls fly past your fingertips and into your goal's net - watching Tareq just tap the ball into the bottom left as the whistle blew...

A scream left your mouth at the victory, as the rest of the pitch and crowd broke into their own celebrations - though the ginger man who had carried the defence alongside you?

He instantly whirled around once the whistle sounded, Ginge making eye contact with you whilst his face broke out into an uncontrollable grin, pointing you out and sprinting over with the fastest speeds you'd seen all day as you joined in with running towards him, shortening the distance bit by bit before you jumped onto the man who was no less than a metre away.

Your legs wrapped around his middle, his arms wrapping around your body as yours tightly enveloped his shoulders, burying your cheek into the ginger head of hair that'd been made spiky from sweat and exertion of the game - though just as much as Ginge didn't care about your sweaty body that pressed into his, you couldn't have cared less as you two tightly embraced, every muscle in your body jittering in excitement of the win which you celebrated with you accomplice on the pitch.

And then you had everyone else swam you - another pair of arms around your back, and then your side, as a huddle of Sidemen FC formed with yourself on Ginge's hips - elevated at the centre, were projected onto the grand screen at one end of the stadium, Harry and Tobi and Simon and Ethan and JJ and Josh and Vik, Wingrove and MrBeast and Deji and Lux and Freezy-

Ethan lift the trophy with a cheers whilst sparks of orange and yellow escalated from the pyrotechnics on either side of the stage, the whole crowd cheering as you all jumped and took it in turns lifting the trophy and getting a cheer of your own.

And after Ginge had lifted it - you felt pats on your back, pushing to to the front of the stage to hold the cup up with the ginger, hearing the loudest cheer yet as you and the previous-fanboy-now-friend lifted the cup up alongside you - electricity crackling between the two of you as you placed it down carefully, before finding himself thrown back around you and hugging you happily as the dopamine flooded through your systems.

"GINGE, Y/N - CAN WE GET A POST MATCH INTERVIEW FROM YOU TWO?"

Elz pulled the pair of you towards the mic as Ginge's arm detached from around your shoulders to pick up a mic and hold it between the two of you.

"Congratulations on the win, you both played spectacularly and I have no doubts you're both feeling absolutely ecstatic right now, is that right?"

Ginge nodded and you went to answer the question. "You've hit the nail right on the head, Elz - honestly - we were both sort of asked to join the game on a whim - and to have so many good moments on the pitch together... Yeah, completely over the moon really."

"And we have seen those moments on the pitch - and in the changing room, when you two have been really very close, and you two most definitely have the most chemistry on this pitch!" Elz voiced the fans' thoughts with a wide grin, getting the inside scoop of the chemistry and absolutely loving it. "But will your chemistry remain off of the pitch? We've seen from your clips, Ginge - you've had yourself a little thing for Y/n, but we've never seen it reciprocated until today... Will we be seeing more of you two as a duo?? Maybe even as the next YouTube couple on the scene...?"

You were completely stunned by the question - looking from a curious Elz up towards the ginger with a crush - watching as he smiled bashfully, hand raising to sweep his fringe from his eyes in a way that looked shy now, as he looked and smiled down at you - taking the mic from your hands to ask...

"Well, I think that's up to Y/n, if she'd maybe want to come out for a d-date with us sometime-"

Ginge was cut off as a scream left Elz's mouth at the young romance she watched unfurling in front of the cameras, as you yourself couldn't voice your own interest enough - nodding your head rapidly whilst Ginge's grin spread to your own lips.

And in a moment of greatness, where the two of you had both won the cup and were at peak stages of happiness - your delight was only raised even further by Ginge asking you out - and you felt his arms come beneath your legs, picking you up and ending the interview whilst holding you bridal style before marching back to the changing rooms still carrying you, your arms slung around his neck whilst you couldn't help the giggles n redness on your face that had you feeling like a mere teenager.

And walking through and into your separate, secluded changing room - he dropped you down so that you could sit on one of the benched whilst he sat besides you, also still sporting a wide grin of his own.

"Morgan?" You felt your voice take a more tentative, cautious tone as there was a slight shake in your words. "You didn't answer at half time and I still don't really know and just wanna make sure we're on the same page, really... Are you... Are we... Are you - i dunno - serious about wanting to go out on a date, and all of this? Or is it all just for the viewers and content..."

Again, Ginge looked at you like you were mental.

"Y/n, you flipping div," The insult fell all too easily from his lips, and made you furrow your brows together. "I've thought you were the most hot and out-out-my-league lass since I found you on TikTok - then Twitch and then YouTube too - the fact that today you've shown any signs of liking me back, I should be scared of you just doing this for content, not the other way round."

"What I'm trying to say is it's not for content, I do really like you and I would really l-like to go on a date with you... As long as you're still on with that.."

A sigh of relief followed by a squeal of happiness left your lips before you reattached yourself to Ginge's body to hug him, feeling your heartrate decelerate as it was confirmed; Ginge did indeed like you and it wasn't all for the cameras.

Feeling a surging throughout your entire body, you reached up and planted a kiss on his right cheek - the side that you were cuddled up to, squeezing him one last time before commanding him to get out so that you could change - collapsing against the metal bench and giving yourself a breather to take it all in, the moment that Ginge left.

That was, until, you heard the conversation fall silent in the Sidemen boys' connected changing room, before someone asked "Well Ginge, what happened?"

Again, there was another silence - and you pricked your ears to listen in and see how Ginge would respond to the question.

"SHE KISSED ME!" Was what you heard him yell, before the rest was covered with the deafening roar of cheers from the other boys, making a laugh bubble from your throat at the fact that not only had you played and successfully won the trophy for your team - but you'd also succesfully secured yourself a date with someone who made you blush, laugh and feel loved.

BONUS SCENE!!!

New post on Insta from @/angryginge13!

AngryGinge13: Best day of my life. Thank you Sidemen and Y/n.username

open replies

Y/n.username: 😋💗 DannyAarons: stop thirsting in the replies Kaicenat: W RIZZ Y/Ncentral: AHHHH I CANT BELIEVE SMTH HAS HAPPENED BETWEEN THESE TWO HapyyGinge: LITR MENTAL INNIT Yanitedx3: Still dont know how he's bagged her 😭😭😭

Miniminter: @/tobjizzle LOOK AT WHAT WE'VE DONE YAY Tobjizzle: If we aren't front row at their wedding there's gonna b issues Ksi: wait guys i technically am part of this too, i invited her to the match Miniminter: Shut up you aren't a part of this.

New post on Insta from Y/n.username!

Y/n.username: Yeah you're never gonna hear me shut up about this.

open replies!

Angryginge13: Better than Onana 💗 Yanitedx3: this man is so locked in if he's saying shit like that

Tobjizzle: LOOK @/miniminter SHE'S POSTED HIM TOO JKDJFSH Miniminter: THIS IS OUR BEST ASSISST YET Y/n.username: shut up you guys 😭😭 Angryginge13: I cannot thank you boys enough.

Chunkz: Yeah none of the posts from our elevator photoshoot i see how it is Y/n.username: saving those for when Vogue finally calls me back

XQC: the better goalkeeper 👏 Y/n.username: Respect to you, great game 💓🫡 Angryginge13: Not as much game as me though clearly 🔥 Y/n.username: Shut up we're having a moment

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lia-wrld · 1 year ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐉𝐣, 𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

~𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧

I think he would understand that u can be a bit hormonal. Would get u pads, tampons and stuff like that. Simon would make less smart comments (if yk what i mean like the sarcasm) if u get annoyed by them when ur on ur period. He is prob going to try make u laugh if ur crying about sm stupid like about the fact that the crisps r finished.

~𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

Oh harry he'd be the type to accidentally make u cry💀. This man would promise u that he is going to go get u food after he goes somewhere w his friends bc ur hungry and forget. He promised u bc he decided to go out with friends instead of spend time w u and forget the food😭. After u literally reminded him and harry still forgot. But he does make it up to u by cuddling w u. He'd offer to cook u said no bc u dont want ur kitchen burnt down. So u just orders in whatever u like.

~𝐉𝐣

Clueless about periods would constantly ask u about it and he would not to what do. U aint giving him any answer bc ur in pain ur there like tf u mean do u what hole do u bleed from. Soo what does he do he googles all his odd question and googles what to do with u. When whatever he tries does not work he just put on ur fav movie. Jj would prob by u sm u have been wanting like a channel braclet ( if u dont like that imagine anything els u like) to make u happy.

~𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢

Oh tobi would be the sweetest person ever as if he already isn't but whenever ur on ur period its a whole other story. Anything u want he would get/do. U want to play uno? Alright I’ll grab the cards. Cuddles? U dont even have to ask. He us just so obssesed w u (but like in a healthy way) but tbf who wouldnt its u.

~𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐤

Aww poor vik he is also clueless . He knows how periods work unlike someone *cough cough* Jj. But he wouldn’t know how to deal with u he’d be there just patting ur head. Like u will be fine it could be much worse u could be in the submarine that got lost or be in the toxic gossip train.

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fanfoolishness · 4 months ago

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a rain that sounds like home (4/8)

After the destruction of Tantiss, the Bad Batch is safe at last. As Crosshair begins to recover from his injuries, it becomes apparent that not all of his scars are physical, and that guilt and grief are wounds that cut deeper than any blade. His family is determined to be there for him -- if only he can let them in.

Canon-compliant, focusing on PTSD, amputation recovery, and sibling grief, with plenty of whump, hurt/comfort, and emotional catharsis. Set shortly after the return from Tantiss and my fic Breaching the Wall. 43,000 words total.

Chapter 4: Moving Day. Omega and her brothers move into their new home, but there are some stumbling blocks. ~5100 words, a Phee cameo, Crosshair & Omega POV.

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Crosshair sat perched in the pilot’s seat of their stolen shuttle. The cockpit was dark and close around him, unfamiliar and foreign, a different make than the shuttles he had been used to in his time in the Empire. It took him a moment to find the comms. When he did, he took a deep breath and flicked on Echo’s message, sent to his private channel.

Echo’s holo appeared from the chest up. He’d found new armor, what seemed to be a combination of clone armor and stormtrooper gear. He gave a crisp, military nod as the message began. “Crosshair, Echo here. Been working with Vik on this job with Rex. He wanted to send his regards.”

Ah. Vik. CT-7243, as Crosshair had known him on Tantiss. They had never been able to actually talk, but Crosshair couldn’t help but memorize the numbers of the other clones in the CX training unit, used when Hemlock mocked them for their failures. Vik, like Crosshair, had resisted the training, even though it left him clearly weakened. CT-8102 had washed out of training, his mind twisted, and had been diverted to other experiments. CT-1744 had held out, like Vik. CT-3392 had been a success --

He rubbed the scar at his wrist unconsciously, his heart rate speeding up for a few beats before settling back down.

“I’ll check this channel regularly,” Echo said. “If you need to send anything privately.”

“If I need to,” Crosshair muttered under his breath. Like Echo was expecting him to crumble, expecting him to be unable to figure things out. He’d been through hard things before, and in far worse places -- the platform on Kamino, the icy wastes of Barton IV, the cell on Tantiss. If he’d survived those, getting through a nonfatal injury with his family around him in one of the most beautiful places in the galaxy would be child’s play. He wrinkled his nose, irritated that Echo didn’t think better of him.

“Keep at it, Crosshair. Echo out.” The holo flicked away into darkness, and Crosshair blinked. That was it? He sighed, leaning back in the pilot’s chair.

The door to the cockpit slid open, and Omega stood there in the dim lights from the rear cabin, holding Lula. “I thought I heard something,” she said accusingly.

Crosshair crossed his arms over his chest. “Shouldn’t you be asleep? Big day tomorrow. Moving in.”

Omega padded into the cockpit, the door sliding closed behind her, and sat down in the copilot’s seat. She and Lula wore matching skeptical looks. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Hrm.” He looked away and out the viewshield. “Tried it. Then I remembered Hunter said Echo left me a message.”

“Everything all right?” Omega asked. “We talked tonight. He couldn’t tell us much about the new mission he and Rex were heading on, but it sounded important.” She heaved a sigh. “I told him we’re moving tomorrow. I know he’s got to do what he’s got to do, but I still wondered --”

“If he might come back to stay,” Crosshair said. He turned back to her. “I’m sure he’ll visit in between missions. Isn’t that what it was like before?” He’d picked up that Echo had left the rest of the team well before things went wrong, and had been gone for a few months before he’d returned.

“Yes, but things are different now! Tantiss is gone, Crosshair! We did that! How come -- how come that isn’t enough for him?” She let out a vast sigh, squeezing Lula. “I’m not really mad at him, not anymore. I know him, I know he can’t rest when things are so unjust out there. I feel like that too sometimes. But I also feel like I just miss him.”

Crosshair swallowed, then hesitantly reached out with his left hand, laying it on her shoulder. He squeezed lightly, and she gave him a faint smile. “Thanks, Crosshair.”

He let her go, then leaned back in his seat. “So why are you awake?”

“I woke up. Weird dreams.” She didn’t elaborate, but instead ducked her gaze from him. He noted it, troubled, but wasn’t sure if he should pry.

“Come on,” he said, getting to his feet. “Get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”

“Same to you,” she said sternly, but followed it with a warm, gentle smile as she stood. “Shh. Don’t wake Hunter and Wrecker.”

“I’ll do what I can,” said Crosshair. “But no promises.” He herded her before him, right arm brushing against her back. He was heartened when there was no phantom pain, just the welcome sensation of guiding his smaller sister back to bed.

---

“You ready for this?”

Omega turned to look up at Hunter, taking a deep breath and nodding. “I’m ready.”

Their front door slid open, and their home beckoned them in.

Omega skipped through first, heart pounding, stomach swooping. The pack on her back jostled with her bounding, and she forced herself to step a little more carefully, remembering what she carried in it. An enormous grin spread over her face as she looked around and her brothers set down the loads they’d been carrying.

It was small for a house, but massive for a shuttle or the Havoc Marauder. A little entryway opened up into a simple living area with a prefab dining table, chairs, and a soft sofa. The walls were bare except for a small inset alcove in the east wall, an area to display something. She thought she knew what might go there. There was also a small communication terminal installed near the table, easy to sit at if sending messages to Echo or anyone else.

She rushed forward to the windows opposite the entryway, whistling at the view. The wide windows revealed a little patio with green shrubs and a patch of bare soil, the rocky shore down below, and past that the sea, an azure ribbon glinting in the morning sun. “Batcher’s going to love being closer to the water,” she said eagerly. Batcher jumped up to look out the window, then gave her a slobbery kiss of agreement. “Okay, okay, I know!”

She turned back to wander to the kitchen, mouth hanging open slightly. “It’s all installed!” she said in delight.

Hunter gave her a slight proud smile. “We’ve been busy.”

The kitchen was cozy compared to Shep and Lyana’s, but quadruple the size of a ship’s galley. Clean counters with room for real cooking, not nuking ration packs, stood waiting. There was a stove, a cooktop, a conservator, all of them real-sized, not the efficiency-sized versions for military life. “We’ll have to figure out how to cook,” Omega said.

“That’s on you,” said Crosshair, raising an eyebrow.

“We’ll see about that,” she laughed. She moved towards the hallway, glancing in at the roomy refresher with an actual bathtub, when her eyes fell on the two doors at the end of the hall. Excitement blossomed within her, but she forced herself to turn away from the hall and look at her brothers.

Wrecker stood in the middle of the living room, slowly turning with his arms spread, laughing to hear how his voice echoed in all the space.

Hunter grinned at him. “Look at that, lads. We’re home.” She’d never seen him look so happy, so unguarded. The way the joy spread over his face made him look so young.

Even Crosshair wore a soft smile, looking from Hunter to Wrecker to her. “Hard to believe it’s ours,” he said. “But it is, isn’t it?” He slipped a toothpick between his lips, rolling it back and forth thoughtfully. He nodded to her. “What do you think?”

“I love it. It’s our house!” She joined the circle they were standing in, looking at each of her brothers in turn. She didn’t know what to say. So she held out her arms, and they closed the circle, Hunter and Wrecker wrapping their arms around her, Crosshair squeezing her shoulder with his hand. She closed her eyes, leaning against all three of them.

They were safe, safe, safe.

“Maybe you should check out the rest of the house,” Wrecker said, sounding as if he was trying to avoid spoiling a surprise. She pulled away from the embrace and nodded, her eyes bright.

She walked down the hallway slowly, reverently, her brothers following behind. The starboard -- the right -- door opened for her, and Omega practically leaped into her room.

“Wow,” she said softly.

They’d been in the house plenty before Moving Day, raising walls and installing things. But she hadn’t seen what her brothers must have done yesterday while she was out with Lyana. That was why Hunter had wanted to move in last night!

They’d done so much. A bed -- not a heated padded bunk, but a real bed with real handmade blankets -- stood in one corner. There was a workbench with a small toolset all her own for if she wanted to tinker with tech or droids. A colorful little rug of soft woven fabric from the marketplace kept the room cozy in yellow, her favorite color. Several shelves were mounted and ready for Lula, or a dozen of her. There was a whole dresser just for clothes, though the idea that she would have enough clothes to fill it was astounding. Strings of tiny lights crisscrossed the ceiling, ready for nightfall.

She slowly set down her pack on her bed, then turned around with her arms held wide, her fingertips still feet away from touching the walls.

“Wow,” she whispered.

“Like it?” Wrecker asked. As she twirled around she watched her brothers enter the room, looking down at her with pleased, happy looks. “I mean, I know it’s no gunner’s nest…”

“It’s perfect!” she gasped, charging forward and flinging her arms around his waist in a hug. He leaned down to pull her closer, his huge arms closing gently around her. “Thank you, all of you,” she said, pulling back from Wrecker and beaming at him, then Hunter and Crosshair in turn. Even Crosshair grinned back at her.

“Well, what are you going to put in it?” Hunter asked her. “We’ll have to get you a new bow, for one, but you’ve got room to expand now.”

“I don’t know!” Omega said. “I mean I have my things, but… there’s so much space here!” She opened her pack, pulling out Lula and resting her on her pillow. Then she reached in, pulling out something wrapped gently in one of her spare shirts. She hesitated, but it felt right to do this while it was just them, before the moving day party began.

“What’s that you got there?” Wrecker asked.

“I -- I brought these, but I thought maybe they should be out there, where we can all see them. It’s okay that I brought them, right?” She folded open the shirt, lifting out Tech’s goggles. “What do you think?” she asked, taking a deep breath.

Hunter’s face creased into something half like a smile, half like he might cry. Wrecker sighed, nodding, a slight sad smile on his face. A muscle in Crosshair’s cheek twitched, and his eyes darkened.

“Yeah,” said Wrecker. “‘Course it’s okay.” He laid a hand on her shoulder, leading her back towards the living room. “Let’s find a good spot. Someplace he woulda liked.”

Hunter stepped into place beside her at the end of the hallway. “Maybe by those windows. I think that’d be all right.”

“That’s what I was thinking, in the little alcove. A place just for him.”

She turned around, looking down the hallway for her other brother. “Crosshair?” she called.

He came out of her room slowly, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, his face gray. Instead of joining them in the living room, he ducked into the refresher.

She frowned, then looked up to Hunter for reassurance. He laid his hand on her shoulder.

“He needs more time, Omega,” Hunter said quietly. “Come on, let’s see how these look over here.” He led her to the alcove, and she carefully placed Tech’s goggles there, adjusting them so they sat straight.

“Looks good, kid,” Wrecker said. He reached out to rub her back. She nodded, her throat tight.

The sun caught Tech’s goggles, and they lit up in golden-yellow, chromium gray, reflections playing over the walls of the little alcove. They felt right, being there.

It felt like Tech had come home with them.

---

So this was a party.

Parties were hard for clones to throw. Difficult to have a party without an actual home, though he’d heard rumors of regs trying it in their barracks during lights out and getting extra refresher duty for their trouble. But here they were with a real home around them, walls that belonged to them, and pockets of villagers standing around chatting, laughing, snacking. It was an actual party, and it was choking him.

It wasn’t that Crosshair couldn’t appreciate what the villagers were doing. They’d brought all kinds of things -- clothes in Omega’s size their children had outgrown, spare rugs, cookware, gifts of spices, even things like a painting of the sea and a woven tapestry to decorate the walls. They’d also brought enough food for a week in addition to snacks and treats to eat today. It was generosity on a scale he’d never imagined, and he was grateful for it.

It was just that there were so many people.

Laughter bellowed from the living room. Mox and Stak were wrestling with Wrecker, while Deke stood by watching them, laughing uproariously. “Go on, get ‘im!” he hollered, shaking his fist at his brothers. Wrecker responded by picking up each cadet with one hand nearly by the scruff. They scrambled to escape, trying their best kicks and grapples, but couldn’t come close to dislodging themselves from Wrecker’s grip. He threw back his head and laughed.

Crosshair leaned against the hallway wall, teeth cradling a toothpick, smirking at Wrecker’s antics. It wasn’t that long ago that Wrecker would still try to wrestle him down and pin him, which was a certainty if Crosshair couldn’t get away. His long legs kept him out of trouble sometimes, but just as often Wrecker would catch him and crow, holding him down with as much effort as if Crosshair had been a tooka kitten.

He sighed, shaking his head. It wouldn’t be long before the cadets were nearly full-grown. He’d spent some time with the boys before the Empire invaded, and since then the boys had grown several months’ worth of inches in the past few weeks. It had seemed normal to him once, the rate they’d grown, what the regs had looked like at that age. But now that he’d seen some of those kids from Tantiss, kids from around the island, the more and more he realized they’d been the strange ones. All of them.

They had thought they were so different from regs then.

He gazed at Mox, and saw Rex and Cody. He saw Echo’s face peering back at him from Deke’s. He looked at Stak, and he saw Mayday.

These were brothers, just as surely as Hunter, Wrecker, Tech.

He frowned. He’d heard some of the cadets’ stories. The boys had been from different batches, but each had lost the entirety of their batch or squad before finding each other. They’d lost everyone. They had seen terrible things.

But the cadets’ young faces still looked round and childish. Shinies, all of them. No scars, thick and fleshy at the temple, radiating starlike across the cheek. No tattoos to mark a skill, a point of pride. No blind eyes, no cybernetic implants.

No missing --

His stump brushed against his thigh, and he shuddered.

“Hey, Crosshair, want in on this?” Wrecker asked, letting the cadets drop to the ground. “These guys are fierce!” They bounced back to their feet, settling into combat stances with impressive scowls on their faces.

“I’m good,” he said. He lifted himself up from his leaning and wandered back to the bedroom he would share with his brothers, hoping for a little peace and quiet, but some kind of terrible racket was going on in there. The left door opened for him and Batcher flashed past, hopping from bed to bed, chased by a howling, squealing tangle of island children in some kind of game. Crosshair stepped out instantly and backed away, shaking his head. Not an option, then.

Omega poked her head out of her room, followed closely by Lyana. “Crosshair! Tell them to keep it down out there, Lyana and I are trying to talk!”

“Yeah, is there some kind of battle going on out there?” Lyana asked. The left door opened and Batcher came galloping out, a throng of children at her heels.

“No, there is not,” said Crosshair, and strode out of the hallway before the kids could pass him. He swung a left out of the hall as Batcher and the kids skidded out past him. He let out a long breath, then rubbed at his wrist, his nonexistent hand clenching in ghostly pain. He clamped down on his toothpick, grinding it between his teeth.

He looked around the living room again, which was even more crowded now with Hunter, Shep, and the family that was fostering the Tarlafar baby from the lab. The clone cadets had stopped roughhousing with Wrecker and were now discussing plans for some kind of island sport. He glanced around at the walls, taking in the alcove in the east wall where Tech’s goggles now rested. His eyes slid past them as if they were not there.

He slipped towards the front door, stepping out into the afternoon, and found himself on the patio in the sunny afternoon.

Their little patio wasn’t much, but it could be something. There was room for a bit of furniture, a chair or two. There was a sliver of shade from the house. The patch of rocky soil lined with short beachgrasses was wide enough to stretch out on, and the whole little area was bordered by a ring of thick, lush green bushes up to his waist, glowing with pink flowers. A short fence of dried beachwood at the edge of the bushes was just tall enough to lean on. He rested his right arm on the fence, bracing it against the wood, massaging it with his left hand.

He screwed his eyes shut, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste blood. The pain throbbed, an invisible vise grip coursing tidally up to his elbow. He’d taken his medication this morning, but this was the hour between doses where the pain sometimes struck more severely. He took a short sharp breath, then another, sweat beading on his forehead as the afternoon sun beat down.

Nothing’s there. It’s healed. It’s not real. It’s in your head.

Like the tremors had been.

He shoved the fence away, breathing hard, anger flashing within him. The rickety fence stretched backward, then swayed back into place still vibrating. He glared at it, left hand curling into a fist, right stump held back. His phantom fingers reached reflexively for a pistol that wasn’t there.

“Argh!” he growled, now even angrier. He paced in the narrow confines of the patio, ringing round and round, now counting paces back and forth. Bigger than his cell on Tantiss, but not by much. He counted them a dozen times before he slowed, coming to a stop again in front of the fence. The sensations in his arm had cooled and shifted back to nearly normal, leaving him spent.

He spat out his toothpick into the bushes and pulled out a fresh one, biting down until the ends splintered. He closed his eyes, worrying the toothpick back and forth between his teeth.

He wondered if a prosthetic would make these waves better. Maybe if there was something for the sensations to animate, they’d be less overwhelming. He held out his stump, every detail writ large in his clear vision.

A rippled sear of scar tissue, pink and roughly linear but thicker in some places than others. The vibrosword blade had -- jittered -- when it hit bone. The blow had chipped off fragments of some of the wrist bones, AZI had said, causing swelling and remodeling that was only now starting to improve. All of it had left his right arm thinner and less muscular than the left due to disuse.

He sighed. Would he feel whole with a cybernetic hand, mechanized fingers curling and uncurling, powered by gears and wires? Would that fix him?

He wouldn’t have to rely on Hunter to take care of his food for him. Wouldn’t have to ask Wrecker to cut his hair. Wouldn’t have to see Omega wearing that protective look of hers, every time she glimpsed his ruined arm.

But he wasn’t sure a new hand could fix the other thing. The thing he didn’t have words for, the empty pit deep in the heart of him, the sleeplessness, the dreams, the way life felt so unreal these days. He didn’t know what to call it, but it ached as badly as his arm.

“Hey there, Crosshair,” came a familiar voice. He turned around. Phee was carrying a crate, coming up to the front door. She set down her crate by the door and edged past the corner of the house to the patio. “You get lost on the way to the party?”

He stifled a faint snort of laughter. She was sharp, he had to give her that. “Not exactly. Parties aren’t my… thing.” He leaned against the fence, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hm. Can’t say I’m too surprised to see you out here,” she said.

“How’s that?”

“No offense, but I know being a sniper’s about more than just good eyesight.” She drew herself up beside him. “A good sniper’s at their best alone.”

Crosshair tilted his head in a brief nod. “True enough.”

She smiled. “Besides, I cheated. Tech told me you weren’t big on crowds.”

”Or chatting,” he said, turning away, though his voice was without any real venom.

“I can see that,” Phee chuckled. “But hey. Seriously though.” He turned back to face her, and she saw her glance at his stump. “You holding up?”

“Enh,” Crosshair said. He ducked his head.

“Look. I just wanted to say, I’m glad you all came home.”

He heard the words she didn’t say: This time. He didn’t reply.

“All right, then… guess I’ll head in, since you don’t seem to be much for conversation. You staying out here?” Phee asked.

“I -- wait,” Crosshair said, meeting her gaze. She stopped, giving him a curious look. “Thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?” Phee asked. “Stopping by? Checking in with you? Just being a decent person?”

“For helping us,” said Crosshair firmly. ”For Omega.”

She let him speak, her expression softening in surprise.

“We couldn’t have found Omega without your help. If we’d been any later — or we hadn’t got Rampart — I don’t think we would have made it.” His toothpick cracked in half, and he spat out the remnants, reaching immediately for another. He rested it between his lips, biting down on it still harder than he meant to. “So thank you.”

She gave him a bright smile, though there was a hint of something sad in it. “Of course. I love that girl, you know. She’s special. If I can do anything to help you boys with her, I’m there.”

He smiled quietly. “She has that effect on people.”

She nodded, tilting her head as she looked closely at him. “You know, I see the resemblance.”

He blinked at her, puzzled. ”Well, we are clones. We all resemble each other.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You and Brown Eyes, specifically. You two were close, weren’t you?”

He went still. We were, once. But he couldn’t say that, not to an acquaintance like Phee, not to himself.

“I heard the same about you,” he said instead.

Wrecker had been the one to tell him, not long after the first escape from Tantiss. Omega hadn’t even realized, but Wrecker told him Phee and Tech had been spending time together, watching the sunset, going on walks around the island. Little things, but towering firsts for any of them. Once he’d met her, Crosshair had seen why in an instant.

She sighed. “I wish — I wish there’d been more time. We were just getting started, you know?” She gave him a tight smile.

More time.

He could have been happy with her.

But Phee and Tech hadn’t had enough time, Tech hadn’t had more time, and the weight of it pressed on Crosshair like a stone.

He swallowed, casting around to change the subject. “What’s in the box?”

”Oh, this? Just something I liberated.” She brought back the crate to the patio, cracking open its sturdy lid. “Not sure if you boys got to have toys back on Kamino when you were growing up way too fast, but turns out ships from the Grand Army of the Republic were pretty popular toys for younglings during the war. I couldn’t get you guys a full-sized version, but I thought Omega might like this in her room.” She pulled back the lid, and he peered down at a large model of a Marauder-class ship. ”Not that it’ll be up to Tech’s specifications, but I think she’ll like it.”

Crosshair let out a long breath. “She’ll love it,” he said with a chuckle despite himself. “You ought to go give it to her.”

“Still trying to shoo me away? You’re not exactly subtle.”

He gave her a faint smile. “No, not this time. I just thought Omega would be excited.”

“I sure hope so! Fine, I’ll head on in.” She glanced at his stump, hanging at his side. “But I was sorry to hear you fellas were hurt. I know Tech said you were tough, but… that’s a hard blow for anyone. I talked a bit with Echo about things before he left. I’ll keep an eye out for prosthetics, too, if you’d like. I got a lot of contacts, and if they can help you out…”

He didn’t want her pity. Or her help. But he thought of Tech here on Pabu beneath the weeping maya, maybe smiling at Phee. He couldn’t even imagine it, and yet it had happened. She’d been there for Tech; she’d made him happy. And she’d helped them rescue Omega.

He stuffed down his first response, a defensive no way in hell. Instead he went with, “You don’t have to. But… if you do see anything—“ He shrugged, gesturing around at the beautiful view. “I’ll be here.”

”Fair enough,” she said. “Now come on. You want to see her face when I give this to her?”

”Yes. I do.”

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“Omega?” Crosshair said quietly. She blinked, sitting up blearily.

“Did I fall asleep? Where are we? Where is everyone?”

“We’re in the house, kid,” said Hunter. “Our house.”

“What about the party?” Omega yawned.

“Everyone’s gone home,” Hunter said. He knelt stiffly beside her, gently shaking her shoulder. She rubbed her eyes. “Come on. We should get you to bed.”

Wrecker stretched his back, preparing to reach down for her. “I got her.”

“I’m not a little kid anymore. You don’t have to carry me,” Omega said, still yawning, then broke into a tired grin. She got to her feet, flinging her arms out in a big stretch. “I’m going to go to my room.”

Her eyes widened in delight. “To my room! There’s so much to do tomorrow. I have to figure out the best way to show off the cool shells Mox and Deke and Stak brought, and where to put the jewelry from Lyana, and the ship from Phee, and my new clothes, and -- and --” She broke out into sleepy laughter. “I love all of this. I love you, little brothers.” She reached out, swooping Wrecker in a fierce hug, then turned to Hunter, throwing her arms around his neck. He patted her, chuckling, and she turned to Crosshair.

He was ready this time. It’d been the last thing he could have imagined once, Omega rushing to him, arms flung wide in a pure and emotional hug. She’d known it was him, right? But that night on the bridge he’d heard her weeping against his cheek, even through the rain, and he’d realized how wrong he’d been.

She reached out to hug him, and he hugged her back, cradling her briefly with his good arm. He was getting better at this. He closed his eyes for a moment, holding her close before releasing her, then bending down nearer to her level.

“Don’t stay up too late,” he scolded, half-smiling.

“Crosshaaaaair…”

“What he said,” said Hunter, though a grin stole over his face. Wrecker laid a hand on Hunter’s shoulder as they watched Omega pick up the model of the Marauder from the table and carry it back to her room, cradling it carefully in her arms.

“Well, ‘spose it’s our turn,” Wrecker said. “What a day, huh? Man, when Phee brought out that Marauder… I gotta say, I got a little misty.”

“I think we all did. That was special,” Hunter agreed. “Kid loved it.”

“It was good for her,” Crosshair said. “And thoughtful as hell.”

“Phee’s just like that,” Wrecker said fondly. He rubbed his eyes. “Shoot, I’m almost as sleepy as the kid. You two coming to bed?”

“Yeah,” said Hunter. “Having half the village visit us was uh, a lot. It was good. But it was definitely a lot.”

“You can say that again,” Crosshair said. “You two go on. I’ll be there in a bit.”

Hunter gave him a look, and Crosshair suspected Hunter knew what he was up to. He waited as they both headed down the hallway. Once the bedroom door had closed, Crosshair sat down at the table where their communicator was mounted. He stared at it for a few moments, the sounds of the ocean in his ears, then reached out and picked up a commlink. He adjusted the settings to where he wanted to call.

Echo’s signal beeped on the holo, but it was the code that indicated there was only a message option. Of course, he’d told Omega this was around the time he was moving out with Rex. Crosshair stared for a moment at the beeping comm, wondering what to say, knowing it needed to be brief.

He took a deep breath. “The new house is ready. There’s room for you if you need it. Omega still misses you.”

He thought about saying, Maybe you should look around for something for my hand. He thought about saying, This is a real home. I can’t believe it’s ours. He thought about saying, Sometimes the phantom pain reminds me of Tantiss. He thought about saying, Do you remember being young?

He swallowed, thinking of Omega’s joy, her shining face. “It was a good day. Visit soon.”

He nixed the connection, and sat there blinking until his eyes cleared.

#the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #crosshair bad batch #omega bad batch #phee bad batch #bad batch crosshair #bad batch omega #bad batch phee #my batcher fic #a rain that sounds like home

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gomzdrawfr · 1 year ago

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Character sheet of Raven

"this....callsign Raven?" "indeed" "impressive file she got here" "lil birdie finally left her nest, ey?"

((I finally finished it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ yipppieee))

breakdown below + sheet without the notes and some close ups

the background is heavily inspired by @/wombywoo, another amazing artist to which they included a tutorial on how they usually compose their art, you may check it out here

the top left is a cross-out files

there's a total of 3 diagram that shows different firearm manual, one is pistol and the other two are rifles

two x ray photos of spine and neck - a reference to her nerve injury

there's also a south east asia map, which is alluting her possible origin location

there is also a note-looking thing below the first long panel....it's actually my pharmacy cheat sheet about nutrition intake LMAO

Full body:

often having at least two layers on her, and a handy bag slinged around her ((tbh she has so many small bags along her waist too but i got lazy)) just imagine its techwear

gloves: her left and right gloves are a pair, one that has the tail end of a snake, while the other has the head of a snake

boots: her preferred footwear

backview: there's a small sheath, that's her karambit knife sheath because she never go anywhere without her knife(s)

Weapons:

Karambit knife and Butterfly knife - her fav melee weapon

Gramineus, aka Grammy - her fav sniper, this is inspired by AWP skin, Atheris from CSGO

Arcs:

Betrayed arc - this is a reference to when the PMC members she was under, Cobra, placed a target on her head, there is a short fic to it in which you can check it out here from my masterlist

Newbie arc - this is just to show her beginnings, training under her caregiver, Vik (if you click my masterlist, it's somewhat written under Timeline-Sprout)

Post revenge arc - its when and after she takes down Vik

Recovery arc - when she resides with Price

Post mw3 - this is after her recovery arc when Price returns ((there'll be a fic for this im just too busy to write it all out yet, stay tune <33))

Hair

refer this post

Weapon charms

these are lil trinkets that she hangs on her weapons sometimes

the koi fish is a tribute to my other oc, Fish

the owl one is a tribute to her owl mask (and also she likes anything owl/bird related so)

the bucket hat is obviously, sum to symbolize Price ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#gummmyart #doodle #my oc #my oc art #cod oc #cod oc art #[oc]Raven #Raven[oc]#this took me sooooo long it's insane #call of duty #call of duty oc #oc character sheet

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brellafaun · 4 months ago

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got anyyyy…. viktor powers headcanons? (side note i saw someone commented “my mans hit the johnny storm arc” about viktor’s new powers in s4 and it has been on my mind. i may have squealed when the first trailer dropped and me and my friend were both like WAIT THEY CHANGED THEY LOOK COOL)

ooo this is a fun one

for the new season, i have no idea lol. my thought is maybe his energy projection kinda flipped itself on its axis. instead of light and sound, maybe it's heat and light this time around. i kinda hope that it's just a color swap tho, because i love white violin vik too much

as for headcanons:

Viktor 1000% has enhanced hearing. i'm not just talking better than average human hearing, but able to hear frequencies humans shouldn't. use a dog whistle around him and he gets intensely uncomfortable. he also gets overstimulated a LOT because of this, and i think he'd have noise-cancelling headphones or earplugs on him just in case

cold resistance! i talk about this one a lot but i really like it lol. my main backing for this is the fact that him trying to talk Harlan down in the barn had him seemingly unaffected by the snowstorm brewing in front of him. i just think it's neat. (additionally maybe his circulation is weird because of this? cold to the touch, yk?)

already have a few dedicated posts to the aurora thing but honorable mention here. LET HIM AROUND THE NORTHERN LIGHTS I WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS

he's definitely got weather manipulation going for him. i think it varies in intensity based off his mood, from thunderstorms to entire blizzards. on the inverse, i think that he could maybe circumvent bad weather if he focused real hard and was having a good day.

and not necessarily linked to power usage, but dude's gotta get some really bad fatigue after the fact. he didn't have the same training as his siblings to adjust to them and the sensory input would be a lot on a good day. he probably needs a bit in between big fights to de-compress and get his energy back

#love getting to yap about my favs hehehehehe #the umbrella academy #tua #viktorposting #viktor hargreeves

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orphiceonian · 3 months ago

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˗ˏˋSILVERV WEEK: SACRIFICE´ˎ˗

read on ao3

written for @silverv-week

This is what the countless sacrifices were for.

The nights spent without sleep, the countless bullet wounds she had pulled from her body and the days spent fighting against the ever present pain that sparked through her body.

This was why he had pushed her into the well. Why she had dragged herself out of the tepid waters of Mikoshi’s well and fought her way out of the tower.

Why she mowed down any and every Arasaka guard that stood in her way. Why she didn’t care how she looked walking out of the tower, mantis blades covered in blood as MAXTAC trained their guns on her.

It was all for this.

She’s out on the balcony—their balcony—skimming through pages of data for a job. The balcony was covered with plants she’d spend hours tending to during her recovery. Vik had suggested she keep her hands busy during recovery and with coding off the table in order to let her mind rest she’d resorted to plant care.

It had been Kerry who had bought her the first plant. A bonsai tree that she didn’t want to know how many eddies he had spent on it. He had someone come over and teach her how to care for it. How she had to be kind and gentle to it—just like she had to be kind and gentle to herself.

It didn’t take her long to understand how to care for the organic artefact. Plants were like computers—data rushing from their roots to their stems telling their leaves to turn upwards and face the sunlight. She understands computers, understands how lines of code can be used to build pretty much anything. A corporation, a war, even a person.

And it’s the person she sacrificed the most for.

“You almost done with those data packs?” Johnny’s voice carries out the doorway and a split second later he steps out onto the balcony.

“Almost, just sorting through the last of it.” She hums back and taps the keys of her deck with a practised ease. She doesn’t see him walk over to her until he’s leaning over her, from behind—chin resting on her head and arms draped around her neck.

It’s nice, being able to finally touch without the static interference between them. The gentle touch of him tucking a hair behind her ear or her brushing away a stray piece of lint that had become stuck to his shirt. It was those small insignificant moments of contact she had taken for granted with others that were now the alphabet to their love language.

It had been twelve months post Mikoshi when he walked back into her life. He had shown up at Vik’s; hair cut short and still sporting his signature chrome arm—albeit a militech one.

She had thought it was a cruel joke played on her but her broken mind. A joke she had greeted with a punch and a string of curses when she realised her hand had made contact with the man she thought was a figment.

Since then it had been months of learning to live outside each other's heads. Sometimes it still feels like they are connected—she can feel his presence in the back of her mind even when he’s not in the room.

Their symbiosis had become most helpful when it came to gigs. They both knew one another’s skills and weaknesses and worked to cover one another—working in perfect harmony to clear out scavs and pull data from corporations.

She taps a few more keys on the deck before disconnecting her link and setting the clunky device aside, “There, all done and on its way to Rogue.”

“So I’ve got you all to myself?” He hums and leans down to plant a scattering of kisses on her neck.

“Hmm you know you do.” She laughs lightly and rolls her head to the side as he continues his gentle kisses downwards.

This is what the sacrifices had been for.

A happy ending in the city of shitty ones.

#silvervweek #silverv #Johnny x V #johnny silverhand #v cyberpunk #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #fan fic

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l-lenny · 1 year ago

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Dumb Krum … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Part 2/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: english is not my first language

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The atmosphere got a bit melancholic “I hope I will make the cut. Karakoff said it would be just 12 people right?” You asked you best friend. When Viktor looked at you again you shivered. “Oh are you cold again?” He asked after he saw you. You shook your head. It was getting colder at Durmstrang, but you weren’t feeling cold. Somehow you couldn’t understand your feelings and actions at all. Maybe you were just overwhelmed by everything that is happening right now. With Triwizard tournament around the corner you came to age to compete. You and Vik celebrated yours birthdays after the World Cup, not long after that an announcement was made that only 12 students will come to Hogwarts for the tournament, only those who will pass the tryouts and are of age. And on top of all that you had so many classes and exams. Not mentioning that you tutored Viktor in almost every subject. His training with the Quidditch team took almost all of his time. “Y/n!” You jolted in your chair. “That’s it!” Viktor got up and scooped you up, throwing you on the bed. You yelped in surprise, eyes wide and heart racing. What was happening? Then you were buried under your blanket. You looked shocked. Viktor started laughing. “You knov? If you are cold you should have said so!“ you both burst out laughing. “What was that?” You asked him. “You vere cold! I hate to break it to you but as much as I vould like to take care of you again, ve have a triwizard tournament to attend.” It was true that in the past 7 years when you were sick he tried to make you fit in no time. Honestly you weren’t the most adaptable for the weather here. “Yeah we do.” You muttered burring your face in the soft blanket. “Does your father know?” He asked after a moment when he watched you. The two of you sat across each other. You on the foot of the bed and he on lay down back against headboard. “No, it’s better not to tell him I want to compete.” You said truthfully. You were scared to get another howler. One time it came right during dinner. Talk about embarrassment. And what was the howler about? Yes it was bloody potions. Viktor then made an surprised face, as if he just remembered something. “Oh it’s so late already?” He looked at your clock on the table. “We should get some sleep. Better for the tryouts.” You nodded. “You are awfully quiet today. Vhat happened?” Viktor give you his full attention. When you locked eyes with him your words left your throat. “Um-I” you fake-cough “I think I am just overwhelmed about the whole deal. And I would see my brother on daily basis not to mention my family will be so clo-.” He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. After a while his scent made you relaxed. “For someone vho can kick ass of older and more experienced wizard you do stress about vrong things sometimes.” You both started laughing and you honestly felt better. “And you know I vill be coming too.” You slapped his chest playfully. “I bet I will be better.” He smirked “I bet I vill be faster!” You both then started to play fight each other. Pillows, blankets, feathers were flying everywhere. In a fit of laughter you both just enjoyed that moment.

You didn’t even blinked and you were getting ready for the tryouts. Putting you hair in high sleek ponytail and checking yourself in a mirror. Today was extremely chilly so you wore your favorite sweater on top of you uniform. This sweater was your favorite because Viktor got it for you last year as a gift. It wasn’t even your birthday. You sighed and marched out the door. When you came to the dueling grounds you noticed how many students just came. Not just to watch, but to the tryouts itself. Karakoff arrived shortly after you with a boom. The door flowed open an with a speed in his steps he made his presence known. “Students!” He yelled heavy accent in his tone. “The tryouts will be made out of 4 tests!” Not going to lie it was far less then you expected. “First test will be getting rid of opponent. Keep in mind that unfortunately unforgivable curses are banned from the tournament” said the principal rather angry. The test itself was easy. There was a mannequin in front of the student and you had to strike it down. The longer the distance the more points you will get. You saw some students who Karakoff personally disqualified after their poor attempts. You weren’t nervous. This was your thing and you were really good at it. “Next is Mr Kalsir!” Called Karakoff one of the boys in a year above. His hand was shaking slightly and when he made the casting he chose for it to be silent. Not bad but because his stance was of he fell as well. “Weak! Disqualified!” Yelled Karakoff. “Next, Mr Krum!” You silently wished him luck and Viktors name was cheered on and on. He got the mannequin at the end of the room! Very impressive. He was first to do that! “We can work with that.” Muttered Karakoff and Viktor went to few students who passed. He looked at you cheering you on as you name was called. “Miss Mal-“ before even the principal said your name you chanted “BOMBARDA MAXIMA!” With a massive explosion the mannequin came through a wall of the dueling grounds. Good thing that the mannequin was enchanted to be indestructible. Karakoff looked at you and nodded “You are going to the next test.” He said and you happily went to the small group of students. You smiled proudly the whole time. Some students even tried to copy you. No one making it as grand as you.

“Next test will be including mental strength.” Karakoff said in strong voice. Giving each student a wooden cube. You looked at the principal with confusion. “The faster you open the cube the better chance to go to next round. You started to take the cube apart when you remembered so many memories. The good ones and the bad ones. The intense flow of information overwhelming your mind. You were on the verge of tears when you remembered the last howler and you father scolding you all summer. Tired and overwhelmed you pulled out your wand and said “inscendio!” The cube catching in fire and then making a blue fire. When the cube turned to ash you saw pieces of dementors cloaks and seeds of young chamenia. Dementors clothes are highly contagious of bad aura and used in many negative potions. Chamenia was mainly used here as a booster because it’s smell can transfer many spiritual energy. This was clever. You were glad you passed and were ready to next test.

“Only 19 of my students left. It can be better! Listen!” Karakoff announced. “You will each get a broom and your goal is to catch most of the fairy lights.” When he said that all of you got a broom. You mounted and when you got a signal you took of. Viktor was excellent at this. It was right his alley. You struggled a little bit while making sharp turns. Ignoring all the comments of the students. The lights were lively and bounced in the air. When you catched one it followed you everywhere you flew. You were getting cold after sorting though the air. That worsened you form. You just hoped to get enough lights. You managed to be fourth with the most fairy lights. The first was Viktor. You were so proud of him.

“Last will be greeting an animal. Try and tame it or take it down.” Karakoff said when all off the competing students were taken away. You all were sat in a room, where you couldn’t hear a thing. It was just 15 students. You were last to go and greet this animal. When professor Silverbane, your magi zoology teacher, came for you you were prepared. At lest you thought so until you saw a wild Graphorn. How did they even managed to get it? This beast was large and greyish purple with a humped back. His skin tougher then dragons and repelling spells. It has two very long, sharp horns, walks on large, four-thumbed feet, and has an extremely aggressive nature. Mountain trolls can occasionally be seen mounted on Graphorns, though the latter do not seem to take kindly to attempts to tame them and it is more common to see a troll covered in Graphorn scars. You remembered the lessons os professor Silverbane. It’s not common, it was rare blessing if Graphorn befriend a witch or wizard. You saw the beast to look at you. Immediately you dropped on your knees to be same eye level and never left its gaze. It have to attack first and then you would knock it down. The Graphorn huffed and took a step closer. Fierce gaze upon you and then it took of. Moving so fast ready to strike. You managed to step away from its way. Students cheering in a distance. When it made its way towards you another time. Making its horns ready to pierce through you you stood up and didn’t move an inch. The beast stopped and looked at you. In the moment on confusion you fired a spell hoping it would be powerful enough to make it through its thick skin. “Aresto momentum” you said. The beast enraged marched towards you again. But this time it was slower and much sloppier in its movements. You took it as a sign and charged towards the beast. Students making a sounds of shock. You fired the spell again. And the beast stopped completely, falling to the ground. Your legs were shaking. Did you just win? “Good work” was heard from Karakoff after a while followed by a loud cheering. The headmaster of the institute, Karakoff himself gave you a compliment? You should be proud. And you were. The headmaster made official end to the tryouts and read the names who will go with him to Hogwarts to compete. “-and Miss Malfoy.” You were shocked. You actually made it. Some students cheered, some celebrated and some sulked. Feeling so proud you let out a blinding smile, smile so infectious that Viktor and the other students shared it. Today’s mission was accomplished.

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strigital · 11 months ago

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just a small bunch of Alek because he is the babiest of girls 😔

think it's about time i explained who tf he is and why i'm always sad about him so here are a few fun facts about the boi!:

saw his parents get brutaly unalived by Arasaka aged 16 and had to delta the fuck outta there with a toddler sister in his arms

got stranded in the desert outside Night City with nothing to his name but dad's old jacket, enough eddies to buy like one burger and a hungry child to care for

came across some Nomads (the Bakkers) and for a year or two Selita Bakker took the babes under her wing (then she fucken died and he had to leave again)

was forced into a life of crime just to make sure his sis didn't starve

he'd disappear for days or weeks doing gig after gig while Jaxine stayed with Mama Welles, Padre, Dr. Vik or Mama Fabienne (a kind-hearted haitian proprietress of The Birdhouse, an orphanage set up in the ruins of a small theatre tucked away somewhere between Dogtown and GIM) more about her sometime later

because of that Jax basically raised herself and Alek forever hated himself for not being there for her when she needed him most

he called her Jacket all the time and only used her name when she done fucked up and needed an ass woopin' (she was a hooligan who'd get locked up on possession charges aged 14...)

the nickname came from the fact that after they became orphans Jax would only ever shut up and stop crying while swaddled into her dad's giant jacket; she'd even wobble around like a penguin wearing it like a giant ass cape. and so it stuck. Jacket (sometimes it was JJ when Alek was in a hurry)

back in the world of edgerunning he was known as Vulture or V for short. his selling pitch was "got a bone to pick with somebody? Vulture's your man!"

as a side job he also ran an indie rock group "The Vultures". music helped him cope with day-to-day traumatic shit he had to endure. it's through the showbiz that he met Kerry Eurodyne and developed a hopeless crush on the celeb. feelings were mutual AF but both gonks were too shy to say anything. Kerry would only find out about it some years later from his sis when she became a walking floppy disk for Johnny_Silverhand.exe

at some point he utterly peaked in the merc world. every dog at the Afterlife knew his face and everybody wanted to work with him. even Rogue at some point advertised him to her clients as "the" man to do the job

at the pinnacle of his career Alek chipped in some mean mantis blades, top of the line Kiroshis, a Militech-made Sandevistan and a gazillion more enhancements that made him a fucken beast to be reckoned with. he also trained relentlessly and folks even mistook him for an ex-military, even though everything he knew was self-taught. he never stopped improving his body and mind and because of this (or maybe inspite of this?) he started showing the first symptoms of cyberpsychosis sometime around 2070. despite that, he'd keep his illness under control up until his death in 2074

it was also around this time that he klepped a pristine Type-66 Avenger off some corpo rat. he took the beaut to the Nomads to have it juiced up and after some work the wheels came out black as midnight, equipped with CrystalDome tech, guns upon guns, meanest freaking engine and tyres that could cling to walls if need be. don't ask how many people died staring down that bumper approaching them head-on at supersonic speeds, cause the answer is too many. Jax always felt like he loved that damned car more than her sometimes... and whenever she asked to take the beastie for a spin he'd always reply "over my dead body". who knew fucker meant it literally?!

Alek lied to Jaxine her whole life in a desperate bid to protect her from literally the entire world. the story of how they became orphans, what he did as a job, where he went off to for days on end... girl grew up knowing nothing about real Alek. only years later when with the help of a mutual friend she discovers his secret pad in the Glen that she'd start to piece together who he really was

Alek was afraid of his illness taking away his memory, so he scrolled damn near everything. birthday parties, hangouts at the shooting range, hikes into the badlands... every more or less important moment with Jaxie got recorded onto a BD shard and tucked away like a precious little slice of life that he was losing alongside his self-destructing neural links. later, Jaxie would spend hours rolling them over and over again, reliving the life that Arasaka took from them

throughout his career Alek's sole purpose in life (besides keeping his lil' sis alive) was revenge on Arasaka. specifically, he wanted to end Saburo himself with his own hands. any gig that involved messing with 'Saka or allowed him to gather crucial info was an automatic green light for him

he knew his dad didn't die in the assault and suspected he was Soulkilled like many other enemies of the corp (old man did in fact manage a anti-corpo group of vigilantes for like a decade before getting ratted out by somebody). at some point while on a gig to steal some 'Saka intel he got a hold of his dad's engram's copy. not like the Relic which would delete your personality, but the old gen - one that you plug in and talk to like your average hologram. of course, Alek never told Jax that he had their dead father on a shard slotted into his head at all times... and old man Bryce didn't want to traumatize his junior kid even further, either

dad wholeheartedly supported his son's mission to topple Arasaka, which was probably a bad idea... because history tends to repeat itself and eventually 'Saka discovered Alek's true identity and connected numerous crimes against them back to him. Adam Smasher was on his way to smash Alek...

too late did Alek realize that he done fucked up. he got all the crucial info locked away in his pad, the keys from it he left in his wheels and send that mf off into the sunset with a trusted fella. he recorded a sordid confession for Jaxie with a shitton of i'm-sorry's and i-love-you's and sent her away by... lying, again. he told her some drug dealers where coming to collect their due and he wanted her out of danger while he dealt with them. but the metal man Smasher showed up and the epic fight ensued. Alek knew he had no chance but he wasn't gonna make it easy for the dickwipe that zeroed his fam. the least he could do is hurt the bitch. and so as Jaxie was speeding away on Alek's bike - explosion. both Alek and his digitized dad were gone for good. Jaxie was left to fend for herself, not knowing that 'Saka now knew that they didn't wipe all of the Bryces and were looking for the one that got away

eventually she'd learn the whole tragic ass truth. and despite Alek's last wish for Jaxine to leave 'Saka be and just live her life, she made it her life goal to avenge her family. somehow, someway. one Johnny Silverhand would later come in extremely handy in this quest of hers

even though his life was hard and short, he did try to live to the fullest. he put his heart and soul into his music, he tried his damned best to show Jaxine that he loved her, and he looked out for his friends. Rogue would describe him as "the good villain" - a guy who despite having bloodied hands that never dried, always tried to do well by others. there was a short time when he was considered the deadliest motherfucker in town the mention of whose name sent shivers down gangoons' spines. and then he, like many before him and after, died

so if ya wanna honor the legendary Vulture whose flight was cut short, come down to the Afterlife and ask Claire for a shot of The Vulture: Armagnac Massy on the rocks with a splash of Cirrus Cola and a mint garnish. expensive, you say? if you knew him, you'd know he was worth every ennie

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #cdpr #cd projekt red #male v #v #oc #alek takeshi bryce #long post #writing related #fanfic related #backstory #my art #sketch #traditional art #ballpoint art #marker art #he may be one of the saddest ocs i ever had #just a traumatized mf who just TRIES so damn HARD at everything #tries to be good brother a good merc a good musician a good human being #and life just spins him around like a hurricane does a cow #may he rest in pepperonis #i think in a alternate universe where jax dies and he lives johnny would feel right at home in Alek's anticorpo head #on the flip side they'd really REALLY hate each other and in the johnny would probably take over by force #dudes are just too similar #it'd be like trying to put out fire with fire and only turning a candle that's a bit out of control into a forest fire

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lair-of-asmodeus · 9 months ago

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NSFW Facts — OC Edition: Part 2, The Electric Boogaloo

[First part]

🐻 Case 7: Viktor Falkenberg

By far, he has the biggest dick with 10 inches, and yes, it’s thick and veiny.

He also has very little experience with only what his father tells him. But hey, he is aware of the dire consequences of not using protection!!

Though... He does try not to tear his partner apart while doing the deed with his s/o, because he is well aware of how big he is and that he may hurt them in the process.

If you ever decide to get him to a certain level of horniness, make him mad or jealous though, he might just fold you in half on his bed and just.. go at you.

Your loud screams can be heard from behind the door, but he doesn’t care about it. The students around his room are very scared to go in and tell you to keep it down— Well, since almost all the Savanaclaw students are in training, there isn’t that many there.

You scream and cling onto his back while having your nth orgasm, with him hitting your insides, practically rearranging your guts, fucking his cock into your hole.

“Ya like that, huh?!” He screams, silver eyes looking at yours with an ignited passion. “Ya shoulda thought TWICE before wearin’ stuff like THAT!”

“VIK—”

He slams his lips onto yours to quiet you down, roughly making out with you. You can barely keep your eyes open while your juices coats his member.

“I’ll teach ya a lesson ya won’t forget!”

He slams himself down deep inside you as his thrusts grow deeper and your voice cuts off. He fills you up with his warm seed, maybe more than intended. When he pulls away, his cock rests against your hole and he whispers in your ear.

“Should ye dare to wear somethin’ revealin’ as this, especially when there’re pervs around here, I’ll be even rough with ya... Got it?”

You can’t register what he says, but you nod, earning a chuckle from him. He lays down next to you and cuddles you.

When it comes to aftercare, he skips straight to the part where he cuddles you.. for the most of the time. If you’re done doing the deed with him in his dorm or any place where there are more beastfolks around, he may just go to the showers. He will let you get in first though! (Unless you pull him in and continue the ‘fun’~ 😉)

Will do the deed if you are close enough #6, and won’t be afraid to put all that defense into good use. He wants to know who he is dealing with and will initiate the first move if he feels like you are close enough for him to be intimate with you if he has your consent too.

⚠️ NO: Well, he doesn’t like to share his partner with anyone else. This is secretly his turn off... And also piss kink. These are just straight ‘NOPE’s.

👠 Case 8: Sakae Satou

Okay, she has the C cups with a decent hip size. (EXTRA THICC—) Though, she tends to cover them with stylish hoodies and pants unless she is in the mood. If she is feeling in the mood that day though, she may wear tighter and more revealing outfits, but only around her partner!

She keeps herself well groomed. You can’t even find a piece of hair down there! She also finds it gross to have hair down there, but won’t mention it when her partner is.. unshaved.

Despite having no experience, she secretly reads and watches these stuff. She knows a lot of things, what to do and what not to do. (E.g; She will make sure to not let teeth touch you when she gives you oral 🤭)

She is secretly into overstimulation and would like to experience it whenever she can. 🤭

Hugging her slender waist from behind, you push the toy inside her wet pussy while the vibrator buzzes on her clit.

“Mmh! [Name]..!” She moans out, panting. “Ahh! ‘S.. too much!!”

You grin at her expression full of lust, her flushed face and tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She pants heavily while holding onto your wrist. You lean forward to her and look at her pussy.

“You’re basically creaming all over, even the sheets are wet...” You coo at her.

She clasps her thighs together and weakly smacks your face with the back of her other hand.

“Shut up..! ...Ahhh!”

With a slight spasm, she bucks her hips into the air and orgasms on the bed again while the toy inside her falls out. Then she falls down, panting in your arms.

“Your face is really red...” You tease her.

After catching her breath, she punches you.

“Fuck you..!” She says with her middle finger on air.

Will do the deed if you are close enough #7, because if you are a complete stranger and/or she doesn’t see you close enough to be her partner in intimacy, she will avoid you and will spread this to the Magicam.

⚠️ NO: Well, don’t push her into doing things she is uncomfortable with.. :( (And she is not alright with piss kink as well!!)

🦊 Case 9: Yuusuke Hamamoto

Okay, he has six inches with some veins on it. But it’s less girthy and has a small red tip.

Despite not exactly being shaved, he keeps the hair short there.

Not gonna lie, he would probably hurt you a little when he fucks you. Like leaving hickeys, biting your neck, lightly pinching you... You name it! He may also grind his hips to hit more spots inside and even hold your hips and thrust in rough when he loses his cool.

During your ‘activities’, you can try touching his ears. He will just lean into your hand and let you pat him. It secretly turns him on though!!

Your hands instinctively go on his neck and you wrap your arms around it while pulling him closer. As he is balls deep in you beneath the sheets, he makes sure nobody hears anything. But it does make you feel good too. He gives you a soft kiss while pounding you. Suddenly, he halts his movements when he feels your hands around his ears, caressing them gently.

“...Mm.” He hums. “Do it again...”

You look at him in confusion, but you do it anyway.

“Mmh~” He purrs and closes his eyes, savoring the feeling. “It feels good...”

You smile at him as he kisses you again. His dick twitches in you and he lightly pushes it deeper.

Will do the deed if you are close enough #8, and will instantly kick you away and will never speak to you if you attempt to do it and he doesn’t know anything about you.

He isn’t that good at aftercare, but he will definitely help you clean up and will run a bath for you. He’ll let you get in first before going in himself too. Because he may not show it, but he is actually one of those touchy-feely people. He just hugs you from behind and washes your back.

⚠️ NO: He is NOT alright with things like golden showers and marking.

🎀 Case 10: Dorothea Minerva McCartney

She has a pair of B cups, but she tends to wear tighter bras to make it look like A cups.

She is fully shaved down there and always, ALWAYS keeps it clean.

While she may not have any experience in anything sexual and her knowledge is limited to only what she saw in sex ed, she is open to try anything! Toys? Sure, would love to! Outfits? Okay, will try! As long as it’s not something that makes her uncomfortable, she is alright with them all!

What really turns her on though? Cuddles! But like, lewd cuddles where you touch her body in that way. If you see her squirming around a little while you do it, that’s just a sign of you putting her in the mood! She may also touch you as well when you do it, she just can’t help but feel like she can show you how good it feels~

As for aftercare... She would definitely prepare a bath for the two of you regardless of how exhausted she gets. She would also make sure you go first.

“[Nickname]!”

She sweetly calls your name as you lay down on your back on the bed. You hear footsteps and feel the bed creaking a little.

“The bath is ready~” She whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek.

“...” You don’t respond and just look at her in silence. You notice that she has a large hoodie to cover herself, her coiled hair is unusually messy and she looks just as exhausted as you do. Yet, despite this, she smiles at you and sighs.

“I know you probably don’t wanna be disturbed right now, but wouldn’t it be nice to relax after a warm bath?”

You nod.

“That’d be great, Dottie...” You smile back at her and sigh, slowly sitting up on the bed.

“Then let’s go to the bathroom, ‘kay~?”

She takes your hand and leads you to the bathroom.

“Let me know if you want me to scrub your back!” She playfully chirps before leaving the bathroom for now as you sink into the warm water in the tub.

Will do the deed if you are close enough #9, because consent is the key! And she won’t be afraid to use her kickboxing knowledge to good use! :)

⚠️ NO: The thought of semi-public sex scares her and she would instantly reject it when you offer. She would also not like the golden showers and rough sex. :(

🕯️ Case 11: Fleur Dominique

She has C cups (like Sakae) and a round butt. But she tends to wear less revealing things like jeans and turtlenecks (+ an oversized parka) so it’s not too obvious! She also feels embarrassed to expose too much of her body!

She actually doesn’t have any hair down there. And I mean, hair doesn’t grow on that area. She also hates if her partner has body hair, but doesn’t even show it.

She is totally inexperienced and everything she knows is from Sex Education class, and knows nothing about how should she start it so... you’ll need to teach her how to do it.

If you wanna turn her on though, you should start with the neck kisses. She is very sensitive and shivers at even the slightest gust of wind. Hence why she tends to wear turtlenecks!

As you two sit on the couch while watching some romantic comedy, you pull her closer and playfully kiss her neck.

“Ah..!” She quietly moans, but then looks away in shame.

You decide to play with her a little more, giving more kisses to her neck.

“[Name]... C-could you stop, please..? I’m trying to watch the movie here...” She looks at you with a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks.

“Why should I?” You ask with a small smile. “Your reactions are cute... I just wanted to see more...”

“At least wait until we watch the movie to the end, you idiot!”

She smacks your head away and sits up, then covers her neck. You notice her ears are getting red like her cheeks, and she squirms around.

“Fleur...”

“Yes, [Name]?”

You pull her closer again and kiss her on the lips this time while slowly slipping your tongue in. A moan escapes from her lips as you put your hand on her hair and caress her head. She starts to tremble a bit, but slowly lets your tongue in. You start making out with her as she holds your hand.

Eventually, you two separate with a small popping noise and the saliva trail connecting your mouths separates as well. She covers her mouth and her cheeks are flushed in embarrassment.

“...I... haven’t done anything like this... Or felt... Ahh, my head is a mess..!” She utters while looking away.

“We can take this to the bedroom if you want...” You reply and sigh. “Do you want to continue?”

“I-I don’t know... All I know is that there is a weird feeling on my chest and I feel strange... My body feels hot and I feel hot in some.. parts on myself... What have you done to me?!”

You chuckle, clearly amused, and smile.

“So, you feel good now... Right?”

“I don’t know... It’s hot...”

You lean down to kiss her neck again, and she softly moans in response.

“[Name]... Nngh...” You hear her say while slowly putting her hand on your head. She then starts patting your head as you leave more kisses to her collarbone.

“We should probably take this to the bedroom~” You whisper in her ear.

She looks around and glances at her brother who is sleeping on the couch. Then she looks back at you and nods.

“L-let’s go...”

As for aftercare, she will immediately head to the shower to get cleaned herself first. If you want to join her, she will simply push you away until she is done. Then she will clean up the bath after herself and let you in. (Unless you want to initiate another round there... 😳 Then she might let you in... 50/50!)

Will do the deed if you are close enough #10! She isn’t afraid to attack you if you are a complete stranger to her, and certainly isn’t afraid to tell her brother about the matter. So if you even try to get intimate with her without getting to know each other, she won’t be afraid to use violence. (And she is the type of person who is usually against violence!)

⚠️ NO: Oof... A lot of ‘no’s coming from her... But to name a few; golden showers, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, rope tying and blood sports.

🪄 Case 12: Sorrel Valentino Dominique

[Sorry, I’m not going to drop our dearest magician’s facts until I drop his profile! Please be patient! :3]

#twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #twst oc smut

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ashxllbey · 1 month ago

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Starman - Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader - Chapter 29: More Than A Feeling

GIF by: can't find the owner - lmk if it's yours!

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The friendly banter was reduced to short, polite quips and three-word sentences. Barely there, wishful glances, cautiously adverted eyes, pointedly superficial conversations when they had to be held. Repressed physical contact —Poe wouldn't even squeeze her shoulder anymore, for crying out loud— and awkward, polite smiles.

Warnings: character death, canonical violence, no smut but allusions to it.

A/N: Hello. I am alive. This update was long overdue and sitting in my drafts for months at this point. Hope you've been well.

It took her fellow soldiers a grand total of two days to detect something was wrong. Y/N and Poe had gone from two peas in a pod to near strangers, barely sharing superficial comments and glancing at each other in passing. The glances were awkward; the conversations were even more so. Frowns and baffled whispers followed everywhere Y/N went until the rumor of a fight between them got big enough for Vik to ask bluntly during one of their smoothie rendezvous. Putting down his glass, he had crossed his arms over his chest, detailing her with a scrutinizing gaze that was very unlike himself and a hint of nervousness that was not. "Uh, Teach, I don't want to intrude, but... Is everything alright with the General? The two of you are usually joined at the hip, but it's been bizarre lately." Of course, she had denied that anything odd was going on. If the soldier believed her, he certainly didn't show it. But she had to acknowledge the obvious: things were, in fact, not okay between them. The leftovers of the cataclysmic evening hovered over their heads like a sad little cloud of uncertainty. Force, Y/N loathed herself with a burning passion. She knew Poe wanted to keep his distance; she did, too. What happened was a devastating blow to their friendship and their budding whatever. They both needed time to compute it, to come to terms with what they had done. But what if it didn't die down? What if Poe decided it was too big a mistake to go forward, and their friendship was over? It kept Y/N up at night, despite Klana's adamance that everything would sort itself. "He's never been in this situation before; at least, I don't think he has. Give him time. He'll come around." But two days turned into three, and nothing had changed. She loathed herself.

She missed him. The jabs they'd exchange, the time they'd spend together. The knowing glances shared during meetings, the occasional training sessions, and Poe's impromptu visits when she taught her students. He didn't visit anymore. Finn tried to tell her he was swamped with work, but Y/N knew better, and his feeble attempt at a reassuring smile was not fooling anyone. She was also pretty sure Finn knew about this whole mess. Klana had remained faithful to her word and vow of secrecy; she hadn't spoken to Skylen. But the pilot knew better than to take his friend's bleak lies at face value. "Who do you think you're fooling, Duckling?" "I'm telling the truth—" "No. You're not, and it's your prerogative, but I'm just worried about you, you know?" She did know. The friendly banter was reduced to short, polite quips and three-word sentences. Barely there, wishful glances, cautiously adverted eyes, pointedly superficial conversations when they had to be held. Repressed physical contact —Poe wouldn't even squeeze her shoulder anymore, for crying out loud— and awkward, polite smiles. It drove her insane.

It took Y/N four more days to be completely fed up. In the cafeteria, she sat with a bowl of soup, crumbling her piece of black bread as Poe's animated voice carried across the room from the corner he stood in, enthusiastically debating on some random topic with Jessika. He stood up, headed for the buffet with his tray, and— His gaze fell on Y/N, who sat next in the last chair of the row; he stopped mid-step, made a sharp turn left, nearly bumped Skylen, and made a beeline for the coffee machine he had definitely already visited earlier. Skylen's confused eyes trailed after him, and when he awkwardly turned his perplexed-turned-sympathetic look to Y/N, she jumped to her feet, fists balled up, earning quite the attention from her fellow soldiers as her empty bowl clattered against the tray. She discarded it on the cleaning droid's head and swiftly beelined out of the room, ignoring Skylen's surprised interjection and the burning weight of the soldiers' bewildered looks. Her steps carried her in the busy hallway as she slalomed between her coworkers, aimlessly scurrying toward the door. She stumbled out of the base, ramming the emergency exit open before taking a few steps on the damp soil. The air was nippy yet manageable. It was never that cold on Kuat; the odd freezing days were far and few in between. But even if the weather weren't so forgiving, Y/N would still have found herself outdoors. The serenity of nature was what she needed, away from the sea of people and, above all, from Poe. Leaves rustled as she briskly strode past, lost in her thoughts. The past few days had been eventful. Though they had received the Senate's complete records and investigation results, they had yet to get a solid lead on Jaso's disappearance. No ransom was requested, and no proof of life was submitted. On the bright side, the blood stains on the scene didn't match Jaso, as Y/N had inferred, meaning he was kidnapped outside the Senate. She hated to be right sometimes. It wasn't until she heard water flowing and the distant yet unmistakable sloshing of a waterfall that Y/N realized she might have gone too far into the woods. She wasn't particularly concerned; it was daytime, she was on protected grounds and had her commlink with her. Instead, she was curious; she tracked the noise and found a waterfall disturbing the quiet surface of a small pond. But her attention was drawn to the pier built next to it. Barren and built out of wood, it didn't appear molded or damaged. Upon closer inspection, she realized the rocks in the pond formed a precarious trail across the body of water, leading deeper into the woods. Peculiar. It prompted further investigation. It didn't take long until she found a discreet symbol carved on a rock; a half circle facing upwards with a vertical line in the middle. The symbol of the Jedi Order. Y/N swooped the area with a sharper stare, taking in the small details she had brushed off upon her first inspection. A subtle yet distinct trail slithered deeper into the woods, and the low branches of the trees were jaggedly ripped at the base. She had stumbled upon Rey's training path, had she not? A muted smile erased her scowl. Of course! Rey had warned her it was out here. She had also mentioned it was guarded —besides the heavy door barring the nearest exit— but Y/N had yet to see anyone, human or otherwise.

She backtracked on the sinuous path, trying to find its start. To an untrained eye, this was your run-of-the-mill trail tucked away between the trunks, but once one started paying attention, they would notice the discreet hints, the faint traces of the Jedi's presence. The snapped branches, the scuffed barks. No plants grew on the ground, relentlessly trampled, leaving the damp dirt to form an easily-followed path. If she focused hard enough, Y/N could hear the labored breaths, the huffing and puffing, the hurried footsteps bolting through the woods, the metallic buzz- Wait, hold on. What metallic buzz- Caught off guard, Y/N whirled around too slowly to avoid the hit, and a white-hot laser hit her square in the arm, causing her to lose her footing and tumble to the ground with a very distinguished squeak. She spit out a tiny leave, grunting as her arm tingled from the zap. With her knees and hands firmly digging into the moist soil, Y/N angled her head to get a good look at her attacker, only to find a ball of all things. It hovered at arms' length, steady and unassuming. Y/N squinted in annoyance. What the hell was that?! It purred and wheezed back between the trees, disappearing with startling ease. Carefully, Y/N pushed herself up, warily eyeing the spot where she had last seen the enemy ball as she slowly rose. When she was sure it wouldn't return, she craned her neck to peek at the back of her arm, finding it devoid of any trace of the attack save from a contusion and a prickling sensation. Walking away from the gurgling waterfall and the whooshing water, she trekked deeper into the woods, following the subtle path she could see on the forest ground. Curiosity was making her reckless. Rey's warning, initially eagerly heeded, was no more than an afterthought now. The trail was guarded, right— by those orbs, the aforementioned droids, Y/N extrapolated. They didn't seem harmful. Mischievous, yes. Painful, yes. But not dangerous. This thought had barely been formed in her mind that another buzzing sound was heard. Y/N's head whipped around, catching a glimpse of silver in her peripheral. This time, she dodged the shot and grinned— Only to be hit again. Okay. So, they would not relent on their own. Right. Destruction was the only way, then.

She grabbed the knife she always had in her boot and threw it at the offending contraption, hitting it dead in the —eye? The ball blinked red and retreated into the treeline, defeated for now. Though her sense of direction on firm ground wasn't phenomenal, Y/N could get by sufficiently to notice her footsteps were carrying her in a circle. The path didn't go on indefinitely into the woods; it gently led her back to the base. Her suspicions were confirmed when the dark grey facility became discernable between the silhouettes of the trees. But the trail made use of every natural obstacle: a boulder became a stepping stone, a tree, a shield. Sometimes, man-made contraptions were added, but they were scarce and simple —ropes, a chopped-down trunk. At the leisurely speed Y/N was walking, the whole experience was very soothing. She tried to commit the track to memory like she would with a flight map. It was serene but chilly, but it didn't matter. The place exuded focus and willpower, the earth drenched in the resolve of Jedis that came before her, embued with the yearning to be better, to thrive, to become who they ought to be. The forest seemed to hold its breath, blindly observing the progress of the padawans that trekked through the woods. Y/N didn't know whether she would ever be one of them again, but she quietly admitted that the Force was thick around these parts of the grove and shrouded her like a blanket. Her anger was long forgotten; only quietude subsided in her heart. No other droid jumped at her —perhaps they pitied the lone soul walking the path backward. Upon reaching the edge of the woods, Y/N found a small shed no taller than her waist. Its door was unlocked and she peeked inside, finding two dusty helmets. Her fingers went to grab one, but blue and green flashes flooded her mind as soon as she touched it. The pungent, overbearing scent of moist soil and the feeling of wool rubbing on one's skin saturated her senses. Determination pumped in her blood. The tingly yet uncomfortable zap of a flying droid prickled her shoulder, and Y/N let go of the helmet, pondering on this new vision. It wasn't a vision per se but a collection of stimuli amassed by innumerable Jedis before her, training with these same helmets. Now wary of any physical contact with the smooth surface, the pilot studied the contraption from afar, quickly noticing that the visor was not transparent. It was designed to block one's vision. Were they supposed to run through the path completely blind?! It wouldn't be surprising. Well. Closing the door, Y/N returned to the base, only noticing then that the entrance was marked by several signs, warning any curious souls of the dangers they could face. Apparently, everyone knew better than to stick their noses into this part of the woods... The heavy door opened easily with her access code, and Y/N smiled to herself, silently thanking Rey for her foresight. She had rarely felt such peace of mind.

"If you don't stop tapping on this notepad, I'm going to tie you up to the chair," Finn snapped. Poe's index finger stilled over the cool surface he had been, admittedly, relentlessly tapping on for the past ten minutes. He couldn't help it; he'd been a bundle of nerves for the past few days. And the scene in the cafeteria earlier had frayed what was left of them. Satisfied with the hard-earned silence but probably worried about his friend, Finn stood up and sat on his desk, facing Poe's. "Are we finally going to talk about it?" Poe opened his mouth but closed it swiftly. His intuition advised that responding with 'about what?' would earn him a ticket straight to ass-beating town. "I don't think there's much to discuss beyond what I told you already. It is what it is." "I've never known you to be that cynical." "What can I say? I'm maturing." "What you are is avoiding the issue." That was an accurate deduction. "No idea what you mean." "I'm sure you don't. I'm also convinced everyone else does." No, they didn't suspect a thing; Poe was confident. How could they? It was easier to suppose that they had a falling out than to theorize the General and his best pilot were sleeping together. "Come on, Poe. It's not like you to ignore an issue and hope it goes away. You deal with them head-on." "I just don't want to make things awkward for her." Finn snorted. "So you're doing that by making things awkward for everyone else, ignoring her, and running out of the room when she walks by. Smart of you." Rude. Also, untrue. "I'm not-" "Poe." Okay. True. "Fine! Okay! I don't know what to do! How do you tell your coworker and friend, whom you slept with, that you lied to her face and didn't actually want a one-night-stand?!" "...Like this." "Finn! Not helping!" Poe threw his hands in the air, aggravated. His friend pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. "Listen, man. I don't understand what the big issue is. You cleared the air. Y/N said it's okay, and you said it's okay. All you have to do is either act like it never happened or do something for it to happen again." "It's not that simple," Poe grumbled, fumbling with a leather strap that had mysteriously appeared on his desk. Finn rolled his eyes. "Yes. Yes, it literally is. Unless, of course, something makes it harder for you to say that." Poe wasn't stupid enough to miss the clear innuendo in Finn's sentence, but he was stupid enough not to understand it. "What something? What the hell are you talking about?" Finn shrugged, sharing a glance with BeeBee. "Well, you know. Something. Like opinions. Or something." ... Hold on.

"You mean, feelin- no," he scoffed. "You're telling me you don't have feelings for Y/N?" Was that a trick question? It sounded like a trick question. It definitely was a trick question. "I'm telling you she is a great woman, and I'm aware of that, and I like her as a person." Whew, that was a diplomatic way of wording it. Leia would be so proud. The look Finn sent him was unimpressed enough to make him wince. ...Right. He wasn't convinced by his own answer either. "You're avoiding the question." Oh, yes, entirely. "What? She IS a great woman," he grumbled. "A great woman." "Yes." "...That's it." "Yes." Finn stood up, jumping off the desk. "A great woman you were so worried about that you were pulling your kriffing hair out. A great woman you slept with after basically confessing your lo-" "WHAT THE HELL?!" Poe screeched. "Don't say that word!" The tide of panic he felt nearly knocked him over. No, no, no, no. He would NOT think about that. Fin crossed his arms over his chest, cocking an eyebrow in surprise at the sudden outburst. "What are you so afraid of?" "I'm not afraid of anything. Well. Maybe a few things. But not that." "Define 'that.'" "...You know what." "You're avoiding the question again." Poe pinched the bridge of his nose, finding nothing but grumbled, vague insults to quip back at his friend. "I'm done with this conversation." A grunt of disapproval was heard in response. "Fine! Have it your way! At least talk to her. Stop dragging all of us in your misery. You're the General; act like it." With a noncommittal growl, Poe kicked his chair away and stood up, headed for the door. He had better things to worry about.

Three more nail-biting days trickled by. Nothing changed. Or, rather, nothing changed between them. Y/N's days, though, were filled with novelty. Every morning, bright and early, she would wake up, put on a simple training ensemble, and sneak out of the base, long even before Klana's morning jog. There, at the edge of the forest, blurry from the fog, stood the entrance of the Jedi training path, distant enough from the rest of the amenities to be inconspicuous to the untrained eye. Y/N's eyes were sharp, though. Sharp enough to make out her destination through the mist. She felt gauche in her probable misuse of the equipment, but she had no mentor and no tutorial to go by. Her training sword joined her on the second day— she figured it would be quite helpful to defend herself against the unrelenting and random sneaky attacks of the flying blobs. Besides, Jedis trained with their lightsabers, did they not? It was not cheating. She jogged as fast as she could, her feet treading timidly on unfamiliar ground. The path was lengthy and treacherous, and it would take many moons to master its quirks. Still, Y/N did not give up, no matter how many times she came home with leaves in her hair and bruises on her skin. It was a question of pride. She would not be bested by a flying ball. She also naively considered that if Rey had mentioned the path's existence, she must have believed Y/N could conquer it. No? Her friends were none the wiser, though Skylen had grown quite suspicious of the various bumps on her arms. Despite the ache in her muscles and the frustration of slipping yet again on a rock, Y/N found the training to be an excellent outlet for her pent-up frustration. And it had a face: Poe's. Their frequent evening training sessions had been halted, too. Y/N attended them alone occasionally, mercilessly slicing at the dummy with a dull sword, diligently going through her drill. The moves were second nature by now, but she never once skipped training. Kylo's —Ben's— old threats were still as vivid in her mind as they had been years ago, and the discipline he had instilled in her was now a personality trait. It dulled her thoughts, which was more than welcome. But sometimes, in the heavy silence and the crushing loneliness of the training room she had learned to call her own, Y/N missed her training partner. In a vain attempt at stopping her brain from picturing Poe leaning against the wall as she trained, she put on a blindfold, honing her other senses. Her intuition had always been off the charts —no doubt a side effect of her Force sensitivity— but it never hurt to sharpen it, too. After one particularly harsh punch, Y/N halted, catching her breath. She was drenched in sweat. The day hadn't been particularly forgiving on her body as the flight training had been particularly tedious, and she was more exhausted than usual. Still, she persevered, stretching with the blindfold still on, eager to keep her muscles in movement. That's how she heard the footsteps coming closer. Her heart leaped to her throat. No one came in this section of the base, per Poe's orders. So if someone was here, it meant— They stopped in the doorway, and Y/N stopped what she was doing, tilting her head toward the newcomer. She didn't take the blindfold off. She simply stood there, motionless, silent. The other person did the same. Seconds ticked by. The footsteps receded into the night, and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. The following evening, she didn't go to the training room. Instead, she went back to the forest and ran, and collapsed in her bed upon her return.

An alarm beeps. Y/N looks through the transparisteel canopy behind the dangling trinket, peering past the side of her X-Wing's fuselage, past the tip of the open wing. Nearby, the friendly ship flew lazily, staying in loose formation, its silhouette contrasting starkly with the lush, green planet beneath. Then, a shape zooms forward, a ship dropping out of hyperspace, and its canon blasts a laser across the vastness of space, leaving no hope for the X-Wing to evade, and it blows up as the pilot screams in terror in the radio- Y/N shrieked, jolting awake as terror coursed through her veins, chilling her to the bone. Wheezing as she tried to catch her breath, she frantically looked around, only to find her clock staring at her in the dark. It was three in the morning; everything was quiet, yet she couldn't shake off the overwhelming dread. "Dank Farrik," she lowly cursed, rubbing a hand over her face. Her sheets stuck to her body, covered in a thin layer of sweat. She was shaking, still trying to relax as the dream faded away. What the heck was that? It felt too real, and perhaps it was. A memory of some sort, undoubtedly. Perhaps from the infamously deadly mission she had gone on with her squad right before leaving for her Jedi apprenticeship. Regardless of the exact timing, Y/N knew she wouldn't fall back asleep anytime soon. Shuddering, she pushed the covers away and headed for the bathroom, opting for a quick splash of cool water before grabbing her trusty leather jacket. A few moments later, she was in the hallway, letting her feet carry her as she wandered aimlessly. Taking a stroll to clear her head was what she needed. She wasn't reckless enough to go to the forest at night, though. Everything was silent. There was no cleaning droid in this section of the base, and no soldier was patrolling the grounds. Y/N felt like she had just stepped into an abandoned Resistance outpost, and it crept her out. Her brain, wired by years of hyperawareness of her surroundings, saw threats everywhere. The hallways were too maze-like, too empty; it was too big. She needed to shrink the size of her surroundings. Taking a sharp turn left, she strutted down the hallway.

The hangar was uncharacteristically noiseless, too. Despite frequenting the place daily, Y/N had never seen this side of it. The bustling of it all, the clatters of tools, and the mechanics' chatter had become background noise. Noise that lulled her into a sense of security and familiarity: but now, at nearly four in the morning, in the sparkling moonlight, it was a whole new world. The silence was deafening and, frankly, unnerving. It felt eerie enough to make Y/N jump at the slightest sound. Old habits died hard. The X-Wings stood on their spots, put away for the night. Perfectly lined up, they formed a kaleidoscopic garland, blotches of color under the moonlight. From her spot on her ship's wing, Y/N had a perfect view of the scene. Though the air felt stuffy from the lack of life forms, it was also surprisingly relaxing. A cool breeze blew through the open doors, and she shivered. Despite the comfy weight of the jackets on her shoulders, she was still cold. That was what you got for wearing flimsy shorts to bed. Y/N decided to slide off the ship and get some work done. Might as well make the most of the night, huh? It was always therapeutic to tinker around. Perhaps doing some manual work would drain her enough to return to bed. She grabbed a set of tools and a cart she laid on, rolling underneath the cockpit. She popped the panel open; as expected, nothing really needed fixing, but she could still tidy up the wiring. In the distance, a sound. She pricked up her ears; it sounded like muffled thuds. Footsteps. The hangar's door whooshed open quietly, and the footsteps got closer. Y/N recognized them instantly. The sound was so familiar to her. The footsteps stopped. "I hope you're not staring at my ass," she said. Poe laughed. "How did you know it was me this time?" "I know your footsteps," she admitted. She rolled away from the ship, forsaking her idea of tinkering around. No use to it; besides, with Poe being here, she couldn't focus. It reminded her of their first encounter. He, too, must have been thinking about it.

Looking up, she found Poe leaning against the side of her ship, eyes down on her. He wore his usual jacket, but he, too, was in his pajamas: a simple grey tunic and dark pants. Y/N shivered. It wasn't from the cold. It was their first encounter of the week since the incident. The first time they found themselves alone together. By Malachor, it was nerve-racking. Upon closer inspection, she noticed his bouncy leg and the discreet cheek biting. Ah, she wasn't the only one sweating bullets. Good to know. Before she could get to her feet, Poe offered her his hand. She gladly took it, and he hoisted her up. The sudden contact, sorely missed for the past few days, sent thunderbolts zapping through her entire body. Poe's hold lasted a smidge longer than required. When he released her fingers, he stretched his. "Can't sleep?" Y/N shrugged. "Not really. Figured I'd come here and clear my head." She absentmindedly dusted herself off, looking around the hangar. But there was nothing to distract her from Poe's quizzical gaze. Dank Farrik. This whole 'let's ignore the Bantha in the room' thing was not working out. There was no use pretending to be distracted by nothing, so Y/N turned her attention back to Poe. They stared at each other for a few moments in perfect, tense silence before— "Are you okay?" The hurried words, spoken in perfect unison, made them both jump before they shared a giggle. "Let's not discuss that standing there. Hop on." Poe didn't argue and didn't even joke, for once. With the assistance of a nearby ladder they dragged near the ship, the pilots climbed up, settling on the wing with their feet dangling in the air. From this vantage point, Y/N spotted a forlorn cleaning droid, hard at work in the distance. "Come on. Something's clearly bothering you," Poe pressed on, nudging her side softly. Y/N grimaced, adverting her eyes. "It's just a stupid nightmare." "It's not stupid if it keeps you up." "It's another repressed memory, I guess. I'm in my X-Wing. Alarms go off. I don't have time to react, and enemies drop out of hyperspace and blow up the ship next to me. I scream. I woke up after that." "Do you think it's from the accident? With your old squad?" "Must be," Y/N shrugged. "Whatever it was, it's not a pleasant dream to have. The feelings are just a little too real, you know?" Poe froze, eyes burning a hole through her skull. "Poe?" She gently called out. He startled. "Right. Feelings a little too real. One of those dreams."

Whatever had gotten into him, he shook it off. Y/N didn't push the matter further, but not for lack of curiosity. She was still walking on eggshells with him and didn't fancy pushing him away with meddling inquiries. Instead, she changed the topic, but only slightly. "What are you doing out here, General?" Y/N tried to keep her tone light, but they both knew Poe wouldn't take a late-night stroll over a frivolous matter. Triviality wasn't his thing, not regarding the Resistance. He didn't answer, opting to admire the quiet hangar instead. Whatever it was, it was gnawing at him. Y/N could feel the angst rolling off him in uninterrupted waves. "Hey," she softly added, placing a hand on his arm. "Are you alright? You can talk to me, you know." "I don't want to add more to your plate," he answered vaguely. Y/N rolled her eyes. Ever the gentleman. "Alright, enough of that. Your problems are my problems, too. We're friends. Don't ever feel like you're a burden to me, okay?" Poe gave her a meek smile in answer before meeting her eyes. They were full of melancholy and weariness. "Heavy is the head that wears the crown," he declared with a self-deprecating huff. "It's always the same thing." Well, Y/N wouldn't know. He usually kept to himself. "Is it about everything that's going on?" she astutely offered, and he nodded. "We still aren't any closer to uncovering who killed the Chancellor and where Jaso is. The Alliance and our people are working together, and Rose has a few leads regarding Jaso's mother's whereabouts, but it's taking some time I don't think we have. Tarsen's uncle has taken over as Chancellor for now, and we've managed to keep his cause of death under wraps, but it will get out eventually." He exhaled, partially breathing out his unease. "Things are going downhill again. Everyone is looking at Finn and me. And they're not just looking; they're looking up to us. What if we- what if I can't figure it out? What if I let everyone down? We can't afford that. I can't have that. Not now. Not over this." He spoke faster, trying to get the words out as quickly as possible, dismissing them with rapid-fire sentences. Without thinking, Y/N grabbed his hand and squeezed it. "I wish I could talk to Leia," he whispered. "I miss her. I miss her every day." Oh, Poe.

He let out a shaky breath. Y/N had never seen him so exhausted, nor his eyes so dull and clouded. It was a rare moment of vulnerability on his part. He did nothing to try and camouflage it, a tell-tale sign that he was too weary to maintain his carefree facade in her presence. Y/N gently squeezed his knee, trying to give him a modicum of comfort as she gracefully allowed him to collect himself. She started softly speaking up after carefully collecting her thoughts. "Do you think she had all the answers?" He glanced inquisitively in her direction but settled for a snort. "It sure looked like it." "Perhaps," Y/N conceded. "But you know better." She brought her knees toward her torso, shuffling around to sit cross-legged on his ship's wing. "Leia didn't know everything. No more than you do. She didn't have the gift of clairvoyance. That's not what made her a capable leader. You know what did?" Poe humored her with a shrug. "Her beliefs and the fact that she stuck to them. She always believed in you, in the Resistance, no matter what the war threw at her. When all seemed lost, she relied on your strengths. On your core values. It's okay not to have the answers people seek, Poe, as long as you keep faith in your men. As long as you show the soldiers you believe in our victory." "I do," he insisted. "Then that's enough. That's what being a leader is about, isn't it? Being larger than life; inspiring others. Being our rock in the storm. It doesn't matter if you don't know how or when the storm will end. Perhaps we won't find Jaso alive. Perhaps we will lose more battles before we finally win one. But you can't know that. What do you know? That we'll make it through, and we'll make it work." He studied her for a minute before a smile eventually bloomed on his face. "You're really good at this, you know?" Y/N giggled. "That's a surprising turn of events, considering my former frequentations." He laughed, and some tension melted off his shoulders. His smile faded away in favor of a more solemn look. "You will make a great leader one day, Y/N. I don't know what we would do without you. You're the glue holding us together right now." "Oh, come on," she huffed, cheeks heating up. "You're exaggerating." "I'm really not." "Force, shut up; I hate compliments." He cackled. "I know. It makes it even funnier. Watching you squirm is honestly the highlight of my days." ... He had NOT just said that.

Judging by his sudden yet discreet look of alarm, Poe had realized the double meaning of his words. Y/N couldn't help it. She giggled and decided to put him out of his misery. "Come on, why don't we do something? Is there anything that needs fixing on your ship?" "My ship is in PERFECT condition, thank you very much," Poe scoffed without missing a beat. It wasn't until he saw her sly smirk that he realized he had played into her hand by reacting as she had anticipated. "... Insulting my talents as a mechanic will not score you a promotion, Thunderbird." "Aw. Did I hit a nerve?" "I hate you." "No, you don't." "...No, I don't." He slid off the ship with an exaggerated eye roll, and Y/N followed suit. Granted, the X-Wing was kept squeaky clean, but it didn't matter. Knowing Poe, he would unscrew a panel just to screw it back together and waste time. With a critical glaze, he looked the orange ship over. "Hm. I suppose we could get some work done on the nose. Why don't you grab the cart over here? Knowing Varun, it's stocked with various tools. You can help me get that panel off." Y/N froze in her spot, blinking so rapidly she swore she could hear it. Poe cocked an eyebrow. "What?" "You want ME to help you on your ship?" He snorted. "You do know how to hold a screwdriver, right?" "Yes, but... You're trusting me with your wingman?" He blinked. He scoffed. "You're NOT funny." "Oh, I think I'm hilarious." She obeyed his request while cackling, rolling the cart under Poe's ship. The hangar was luminous enough from the moonlight to allow them easy access to their workshop. "I think the problem is the waiting part. We're all growing a bit restless," Y/N commented, handing over a screwdriver to Poe. He hummed noncomittally, unscrewing the panel with his usual amount of adroitness. "I know. Which is why you're going on a special mission tomorrow." His tone was faintly tainted with the unmistakable flavor of smugness. Y/N raised an eyebrow. "A special mission?" "Uh-uh. You'll be glad to know I pulled some favors with the General. One of Skylen's pilots called in sick this afternoon, meaning he's one flyer short for his mission. I figured you'd be more than happy to fill in the spot and get the chance to fly with your friends."

Wait. Hold on. Y/N was going to fly with Skylen and Klana?! Poe's vanity grew tenfold when she squealed, jumping on the spot. "Dank Farrik! Poe! That's awesome!" "Told you." "Please pass my gratefulness to the General," she joked, and he chuckled. "I'm sure you can do that yourself one day." She punched his shoulder playfully, and he pinched her gently in retaliation. "Come on. Hand me the bigger screwdriver. We've got work to do." He wiggled his fingers as Y/N rummaged through the toolbox. She stopped when her fingers clutched the handle, staring absentmindedly at the clutter of tools. "Hey, Dameron?" "Yeah?" "You're pretty kriffing great." He sniggered. "I know."

Their impromptu tinkering session lasted a full hour before Poe decided to call it a night. They worked in cozy silence, and Y/N used Poe's attention —or lack thereof— to admire his side profile. The light-heartedness of their interaction brought levity to her day and brightened it immensely, but her heart was still heavy from the recent events. She yearned for his contact. Just a hug would solve ninety-nine percent of her problems. He caught her staring right as he pushed the panel back. "What?" "Oh, nothing. I was thinking." He sent her a pointed look but didn't comment on it. A few moments later, after they had put away the borrowed tools and washed their hands at a nearby water station, the two pilots returned to the base. It was just as quiet as the hangar, the hallways dimmer and barren of any lifeforms. Before they reached her hallway, Y/N stopped, unable to keep quiet any longer. "Hey, uh... I've meant to talk to you about something." Poe immediately froze and tensed up. Y/N could just sense angst rolling off him in waves. "Force, don't make that face," she chuckled. "It's nothing bad." "You had me concerned for a second," he tried to joke, though Y/N could barely see any difference in his posture. Selfishly, it made her feel better about her apprehension. She usually shirked situations like this, but... She had to try something new. Poe was too dear to her heart; Y/N couldn't let the problem fester. "I know it's been awkward between us recently, and we both know why," she added quickly, "but I'm... I'm glad we're friends, you know? I hope you're aware that no matter what happens, I'll be there if you need me. Please don't think I'd push you away just because... You know." Crap, she could feel her cheeks burning up and definitely couldn't look Poe in the eyes. "Y/N. I know that. And I appreciate it. More than you know. I've missed you the past few days, to be honest. I just didn't know, well. You know." She risked a glance toward his face and found it tinged a deep hue of crimson. He wasn't looking at her and was somewhat interested in a random spot on the wall. And he was chewing at his bottom lip. Cute. "Anyway, I... should probably let you sleep. You need to be well-rested for tomorrow. If you meet Skylen half asleep, you'll never hear the end of it." "Maker, don't put that fear into me. That man is ruthless." Poe laughed, finally looking at her. He opened his mouth, but his commlink went off. "Huh." "What? What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's Rey. She's scheduled to land in about an hour." "That's awesome!" Y/N grinned. "I'm glad she's back." "Yeah. Me, too. I sleep better knowing she's around. But you'll see her tomorrow afternoon after your mission. Come on. Off to bed, you go." Y/N clicked her heels together and straightened her back, giving him a mock salute. "Sir, yes, Sir." He chuckled and leaned against the wall as she typed in her code and waved at him. "Night, Poe. Get some rest, too." "Will do." She let out a soft squeal the second the door closed. A mission with her friends?! Poe was a blessing. She snuggled under the covers after a quick shower, staring at the ceiling in the dark, head buzzing. Rey was back. And with her, the younglings she was training. Soon, she would have to make a decision. The proposal of resuming her Jedi training loomed over her, always at the back of her mind. Y/N shifted in her bed, suddenly uncomfortable. She had yet to choose. "You know what? That's a problem for me in the future. It's not like I have to choose right now," she mumbled, burying her head under the covers.

Y/N had a spring in her step when she woke up the following morning, bright and early. Despite the sleep deprivation, she was buzzing with energy and joined Klana for her morning run. Upon carefully poking her for information, Y/N found she had no clue who would fill up the spot in Green Squad. "Don't you have a mission today?" Klana inquired, pushing her curls away as the two women stopped for a water break. "I do," Y/N casually answered. "And once that's over with, I'll meet with Rey. She returned last night. Haven't gotten the chance to see her yet." "Yeah, I think you should talk to her. Also..." She nudged her with a grin. "Have you talked to Poe yet? Please, put us out of our misery. The base isn't nearly half as fun when you avoid each other." "We were not," Y/N scoffed. "And for the record, we had a chat last night. Don't make that face, Maker! I ran into him in the hangar. Neither of us could sleep. We had a chat. We're good." "Good, good, or good, we're finally going to date? Because that's not the same thing." "Klana." "Oh, come on! It has gone on long enough. Sit down. Tell me what the real problem is." Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but Klana physically wrestled her to the ground, and the two women landed in the grass. "What the-" "This is me kidnapping you. Start talking." "I told you the other day, I-" "No. You were in denial the last time we spoke about it." Okay. That wasn't inaccurate. "I've thought about it," she confessed. "It's simple. I don't..." It was simple and ridiculous. "I don't wanna be heartbroken again," she blurted out. "I like Poe a lot. But we've both decided to keep it as a one-time thing. And, yeah, it's partially because of the Jedi training thing. But it's also bound to fail at some point, you know?" "No, I really do NOT know," Klana deadpanned. "Oh, come on, Klan'. You know him. We're talking about Poe Dameron. The poster boy of the Resistance. The General. This fearless leader, incredible pilot, and awesome friend. He is confident and brave, and I'm not. Not anymore. He deserves better. He doesn't see the true me, I can assure you. I've made progress, but nearly not enough to..." "To date him?" "Yeah." "By Malachor, Y/N, I love you, but you're an absolute dumbass." "Okay, rude-" "No! Not rude! True! I don't think you see the true you either. I hope training with Rey finally fixes the lack of self-confidence you've been dragging along for years." Oof.

Y/N grimaced. Klana spoke harsh words, but they rang true. If anything, the past few days —weeks, really— had shown her she couldn't idealize Poe, but it was one thing to be confident as a pilot. It was entirely different trusting herself with a relationship with someone she looked up to. "I'll think about it. That's all I can promise. Also... I haven't decided on Rey's offer." "Oh, yes, you have," Klana cackled. "You're gonna do it. I know it." Y/N giggled and smacked her friend's shoulder playfully as they brushed the dirt off their clothes. The soil was moist and cold, and Y/N shivered. "Enough about me. How are things between you and Varun? Are you officially dating or what?" Klana grumbled, pulling at her braids before twisting the curls that had escaped. "Ugh. Why do we have to talk about me?" "Because you're not about to lecture me on Poe if you can't follow your own advice, woman." "That's reasonable. And really irritating." Y/N cackled. "Come on, Klan'. The guy is practically in love with you. You're the kindest person here, and it's obvious you two are hitting it off. What's the hold-up?" "I don't know! It's funnier to annoy you about your crush, that's for sure," she muttered. "I just... I've never done that before. Gone out with someone I truly like, I mean." But her face bloomed into a sly smirk. "It didn't stop me from making it official yesterday, though." Y/N jumped to her feet. "WHAT?! You minx! You were messing with me! I'm so happy for you!" Klana giggled as her friend bent back down, squeezing her into a tight hug. "I had to mess with you a little. Try to give you a taste of your own medicine for making me wait an eternity for you and Poe to get together. Honestly, you've cost me so much money already. I have bets with half of the base, and I greatly overestimated his ability to not be an idiot for once." "You do NOT. Who did you bet with?!" She cackled. "I'll take that secret to the grave." "Fine. Keep your secrets, then. I'm still happy for you." For the first time in a long time, Klana smiled bashfully. "Yeah... So am I. I really like him." "I call dibs on being the maid of honor." "You are insufferable." "Would you rather have Skylen fill up that role?" "Force, no. He would entirely commit to the role and wear a tacky dress three times too small just to annoy me." They burst out laughing. Above the treeline, the sun timidly shone, warming up the earth and the two pilots. It was a beautiful morning; foggy, chilly, but welcoming. "I'm glad things are looking up. I have hope for the future," Klana stated, eyes trailing after a curious bird pecking at a branch above them. "I know we'll get through this. We will find Jaso, the Chancellor's murderer, and move forward. And you and Poe will be a couple. I will make it happen if it's the last thing I do." Y/N laughed warmly. With Klana being such a positive force in her life, how much time could she hold on to her insecurities and comfort zone? "Come on, Omaso. We should get back. You'll have plenty of time later to be your scheming self." "Race you to the base, Thunderbird!" Klana took off at a dizzying speed, and Y/N shrieked in surprise, scrambling up and sprinting after her friend.

One shower later, Y/N strutted across the hangar in her jumpsuit with her helmet under her arm. She nodded at the mechanics she passed by, sending Varun a grin —the poor man returned it with fear in his eyes, as he should— before heading toward Green Squad's assigned spot. She found Skylen in an energetic presentation. "And since Mala is sick, we're gonna need- ah, there she is! Fancy meeting you here, Lieutenant." She grinned as the squad turned around, surprise blooming on their faces. Klana's was priceless. "Wait- she- you- KRIFF! Y/N! You're flying with us?!" she shrieked. Y/N laughed. "Uh-uh. I'll be filling up Mala's role for the day. Poe graciously lent Skylen his best pilot." "And the most modest one, at that," Skylen cackled. "Anyway. Duckling here will be flying Green Four. As I was saying, this is an open-and-shut mission on Hapes. Our allies have reported some sketchy activity near the planet. Some of our friends from the Gold Circle are trying to set up an operation in the wilderness. They're keeping a low profile; no warship was spotted, only transport shuttles camouflaged as commercial flights. Our task is fairly simple: get there, scan the planet, look for anything suspicious, and investigate stealthily should we need to. Standard formation, we'll be back late this evening. Any questions?" Y/N couldn't think of any. Soon enough, the squad was cleared for takeoff, and the six pilots climbed into their seats as mechanics hurried around the X-Wings. Klana waved at Y/N from her cockpit, and her friend chuckled. She really owed Poe one. Her helmet secured and her commlink functioning, she was ready for takeoff. "Green Leader to Green Four. Status update." "Green Four ready for takeoff, Green Leader." "Then let's get those ships in the sky, fellas. May the Force be with us." She powered her ship on, swiftly following Skylen's lead as they left Kuat's surface in tight formation.

The lightspeed trip was short and uneventful, filled with shared jokes and anecdotes from the pilots. Despite being the squad leader, Skylen was still his funny self. And despite knowing them and her ship, Y/N was still nervous. She had an insubordinate pit in her stomach. It was to be expected, as she had never flown in another squadron yet, but still. "Look alive, Green Squad; we're about to drop out of hyperspace." Skylen's voice shook her out of her reverie, and she tinkered around the ship, following his call and shutting off her reactors. Once the familiar drop was behind her, Y/N faced a verdant, lush planet. ...Which she had seen before. Frowning, she looked at her squad, spearheaded by Skylen's X-Wing. "Great. Let's have a look around. We asked the Navy to give us free space. Any ship you see ain't with us. Comm any sketchy activity you see, eh?" "Copy that, Green Leader." They turned toward the planet, turning on their short-range scanners. It was tricky to get a reading, as they soon detected, and Hapes's topography made it challenging to scan its surface. "Gotta get closer," Y/N reported to her droid. She broke from the group, heading closer to the planet's surface. After a few moments spent staring at trees and mountains, she frowned. Her radar was picking up an unnaturally-shaped object. "Green Leader, this is Green Four. I'm picking up a signal. It seems to be technology. I'll need a few seconds to identify the signature... It's another radar. A space radar." Skylen was silent for a moment. "That shouldn't be here. Come back up, Green Four. Green Five reported two more east of your position." So, no enemy base on the surface, but several radars? Something was fishy. The nose of her ship was swiftly pointed back to the stars, and Y/N fell back into formation. The five X-wings cruised not too far from the planet's atmosphere, spread out to cover more ground. Something wasn't adding up. There were no signs of construction, flimsy infrastructures, or convoys slithering into the woods. The whole planet was untouched, save for those radars, which looked modern. A hunch. She had a hunch. "Green Four to Green Leader. May I ask who provided the intel for this mission?" "The Senate's spies." As expected. Y/N's brain was working overtime, cogs spinning in the bony machine. "I don't like this," came Skylen's voice. "Something is not right. Let's finish the swipe and report to the base." All ships copied, and their ranks tightened. Call it paranoia or experience, but Y/N had a bad feeling about this. The Senate's spies were under the command of the Chancellor, the late Senator Xalun. But from Poe's reports, she knew Jaso had a hand in it. He didn't sit in the military council, but he was well-versed in security matters, as seen during their last visit to Coruscant. Could it be that his abductors had tampered with the intelligence somehow? It was a possibility, right? They had issued a request for a watch change through his commlink the night the Chancellor was murdered. It wasn't implausible.

The grating sound of the radar alarm rose through the cockpit, and Y/N glanced at her screen. Hyperspace signals — not uncommon in this part of the Galaxy. She looked through the transparisteel canopy behind the dangling trinket, peering past the side of her X-Wing's fuselage, past the tip of the open wing. Nearby, Klana's ship stood in loose formation, its silhouette contrasting starkly with the lush, green planet beneath. ... Wait a second. The sight jumpstarted her memory, and pure dread coursed through her body as she realized. But it couldn't be. Y/N frantically pressed her commlink, calling Klana's name on her radio right as— "Green Three to Green Leader, we're about to have company. This—" A shape zoomed forward, flashes of light receding around the hull of the ship as four others followed close. Time slowed down to a heap of molasses. Despite the pilots' lightning-fast reflexes, no one could do anything but watch helplessly as the newcomers opened fire the very second they dropped out of hyperspace. The X-wing didn't stand a chance to escape. Y/N's heart stopped. The last thing she heard was Klana's scream on her frequency right before her ship exploded.

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