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hospitalterrorizer · 7 months ago

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7/23-24/24

tuesday - wendesday

very good day, today...

a lovely time with my girlfriend, i thought someone else would be coming, she said she would and i was looking forward to that cuz she has been in china for a while teaching, but she did not, cuz jet lagged!! so i got to be alone w/ my gf all day while in the vegas china town zone, which is really just a bunch of strange strip malls. but i like it down there... lots of nostalgia but also good food and stuff. i had like,,, chicken katsu today that was like my first time ever eating it all over again. that was crazy... they make the panko in house, w/ shokupan, it made me kind of emotional, that's the first time food has ever done that. my gf got a crazy sandwich that had green tea bread, which seemed very good . the meat in it was chicken katsu as well.

we also went to this new location for a cafe chain she really likes, called suzuya... that was also delicious, maybe the best matcha latte in vegas + they had these insane mochi + matcha beignets, very insane flavor there, the mochi was kind of like super delicious + genius as a filling in the beignet, it's like post-jelly.

after that we just kind of wandered around a bit, it's very hot but it was just nice to be out with her all day, going to like, stupid stores with toys in them and stuff, we didn't really buy anything but i am glad we just stared at stuff together. maybe that sounds like meaningless or empty, to just like, walk around anonymous shops, but it's nice that we're in that vacuous region together. i mean i guess that's the classic 'making meaning'... it is very special though, i am reflection on all this a little more, being with her all day, getting home, sitting in the bed and watching dumb videos on instagram for toooo longgg (it's always too long but it's nice... honestly, just to be with her (though i also liked laying in silence with her a lot.)), because i was cooking and she was already in bed, and i realized how lonely that is, for one, and how much i miss being able to look over at her and see her doing her thing. just on the computer, watching whatever.

i don't know if i've ever gushed about her here like this, i don't think that's really how 'love' ever feels for me, not that it's not intense, but i like it as a process, but i never really go into it. because it's such a part of living...like breathing, basically, so i just carry on with it, do my best with it, as she does her best, sit in silence, speak, help eachother. it is so meaningful and heavy that it takes up all the air, it's just an atmosphere, i can't compare it to anything, so i'm just left with this fact that is difficult to explicated, beyond saying:

it is.

but it is, an arrow shot through time.

anyway... other stuff from today... i did take selfies but it's late now so i'll do that all tomorrow. tomorrow's errands day. anyway, i also did finish the drawing poem-ish thing-y:

it's funny ,,, it feels good to do stuff like this, even if i am definitely not very good at drawing (obv), but it helps me get better. also i did actually have another doll drawing done but i realized it looked so strange so i just did another, very quickly. i do prefer this one, like i said, it makes me improve!! which is what matters the most... i will say i think i have a good excuse for having obviously weird anatomy here, because the dolls are just weird looking generally. but i hope that's not something that actually needs explaining.

also, today, i found sd laika died. extremely awful and tragic news, he was one of the best to ever make music, i think, in that whole deconstructed club wave, plus his way of taking grime music and totally transforming it into this shambolic thing, it's so beautiful to me. hearing him in highschool really changed me, and honestly i'm far more gutted by this than i thought i'd be. i never even imagined his death. from what i know, his posting songs and then deleting them, he struggled with a lot, so i guess i get a sense why/how it happened... makes it much more sad.

rest in peace:

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one of my favorite songs of his. very beautiful and strange stuff here.

maybe a strange thing to note, but i think part of why he worked so well for me, back then and now, he was so uniquely negative in his music, it really is gothic. take this song for instance:

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the titles don't feel like, random little throwaway things, i mean they never are (they always color the music in some way) but they feel so pointed, and involved in the song, or maybe that's just the years i've had with this stuff putting that in my mind. the piano here, such a strange sound palette, it sounds so physical/present, it's a mutant drinking song, some kind of negating force from history, a great heaping muck-body thing emerging over a landscape.

what really bites about this death, is that he's been dead since last year, and it's only getting passed around now because people found it more recently on his lastfm page, a friend of his made the announcement. fucking tragic. he's been awol a long time, as well, nobody ever expected to hear from him again... what a nightmare.

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such a desperate record, sonically. totally unique, i feel bad, that his death is doing so much to remind me of what his music was to me. that feels very fucked up of me. like i feel a little evil for it. this record was also something everyone had to hear, when it came out, the fact it made its way to me, crazy. nothing else like it, so futuristic, it's still futuristic.

maybe negative isn't the best word... well idk. i like it, it is negative music, but it's not music that suggests life is worthless or something, it's only just that the desperation of the music, his really exceptional melodic sense, and its physicality, the use of these digital failures, all the glitches, the inconstancy of the music, it's music which sort of acknowledges life as this thrashing thing, facing a horizon, and the reach/wriggling towards that horizon, hoping it will end, and all there really is, is the thrashing. nothing truly upwards, it's all body, it's all tragedy, but it affirms that, maybe its futurity is that it negates all teleology, music that moves through the wrestling with life. this makes it a little harder to listen to, at the same rate, it feels true to me, and part of why i was able to get so much out of it, music which hits that particular note, some kind of dancing amid despair, it is a very dear thing.

of course, if he were here seeing me say all this, he might feel it unfair to put all this on his music, this is just what comes out of him... the sounds he likes and things like that, it could all be intuitive. not that my read doesn't matter in the face of that just the strangeness of how anyone might feel having all that stuck to them. ultimately, i would just like to express some kind of love for what he did. i wonder if what it means to me means anything at all. i mean, no, it doesn't. but it's how i reach out and touch the thing itself at all, i guess.

otherwise, beyond the drawing and the lovely date and the cooking alone and the death, uhmmm, i mixed a couple of songs, i would like to write riffs soon though,,

but even sooner... i need to sleep. hopefully i can sleep okay tonight... last night was a little harder. basically i think i could have like a uti or something... i don';t want to get into the details of it but really i have no clue where i could have gotten anything like that. hopefully it is not a uti but it has to be something... unless this is just my life now... feeling like i have to pee always and not being able to pee.... that makes me contemplate dying. i hate that i seem to keep getting sick for no reason. what did i do to deserve this... probably a lot.

anyway i need to sleep soon . but since i am having the peeing trouble i will probably sit here a bit until i feel most comfortable to sleep. sucks.. . . .. blehhh , ..

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Youtube

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 2 years ago

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Wait

Unless we're back at Shannon's grave-

I KNEW IT

Oh wait no it's probably the lady's grave

Yeah xD

Okay good for you Eddie your mother's still alive lol

I was wondering why she would be here lol

Aww poor lady :'(( but I mean yeah hey she got to see all her friends and family before she passed, and she was happy :')))

LOL yes Buck Eddie is right xD

Not classy to date her

Suuuuure

She's "different"

I need to stop being so judgy xD

But also

no xDD

EDDIE GETS IT TOOOOO

AVOEINDUSODGMEI EDDIE'S SPECIAL TOOOOOOOO!!!!

AAAAAAAHHHHGHHH

Not okay xD

I mean yeah you have been different but it's to be expected

SEEEE EDDIE NOTICED THAT VMTUOWFBD 😭

BUUUUCK ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LOOK RIGHT NEXT TO YOOOUUUUUU AAAAAGGH MAOFIENSLNFHEK

I mean yeah :') living like everything's a gift is still a good idea (as long as it's not toooo extreme lol)

But STILLLLLLL, EDDIE!!!!!!

Y'all they literally cannot keep doing this to me xdd 😭😭

Just realized the Madney scene goes here WHOOPSIES lol

Ahh a telenovela I assume? I think we know who this is XD

Awww themmm :)))

AAHHH AWWW s'mores :'DDDD 🥰🥰🥰😭🥰

Uh ohhh

She really better survive xd

Awww Chris :'))

I mean nah I'd wake him up XD

Or I'd want to be woken up anyway lol

Ain't missing out on those xD

But also AAAHHHHH THEMMM THEY ARE SO CUTE :'DDDD 😭😭😭😭🥰🥰

AHA see he is missing out xD

AWWW it's their photo isn't it 😭😭

YUP 😭😭😭💔💔❤️

EDDIEEEEE

PUT IT BAAAACK

PUT IT BACK UUUUPP

NOOOO

Oh okay he just set it down lol

Thought he put it in his pocket xD

Awww :'DD

Pretty sure she's gonna be alive but just in case, still a bit scared xD

Okay phew lol

AWWW :'DD

Yeah I was gonna say I bet he wants to go see them :'))

Awww yeah as he should <333

AND MAYBE GO TO TARLOS'S WEDDING WHOLE YOU'RE THERE SIR 😤

XDDD anyway lol

Like quiet almost under the breath yelling there lol

Anyway xD

You only have so much time :')

Awwww <3333 themm :')))

OPE them again :D

Hi Josh :)) xD

XD just because dog the situation lol

XDD oof, awkwardness lol

Maddie you so have to talk about it eventually

Yeah it's not pushing it!

You don't even know how he feels about it

Or how you feel about it, do you xD?

Nope xD

I mean it's fair to feel that way, but Josh has a point!!

You also didn't think you'd be able to say I love you to Chimney :'))

Or in the past probably even be in a relationship again!!

If you want this, you should go for it :)) :'))

Girl we already discussed the benefits, xD: taxes XD

Lol

Hi Chim

Hmm are you looking at the benefits tax wise of getting married? Or wedding costs xD?

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH ENGAGEMENT RIIIIINGGSSSSS :'DDDDD

AAAAHHHHHHHHH Y'ALL I AM L I T E R A L L Y NOT OKAY :'DDDD

I love them so much AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭😭❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#9-1-1 #911 #911 on fox #911onfox #gayfirefightershow #oasis's 9-1-1 chatter

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teyums · 2 years ago

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idk if you were planning on doing a pt2 to your ao'nung head canon but PLEAASEEE consider it your writing is so good I need more 😭

could it also be spicy 😋 thank youuuu

Your wish is my command 🧞‍♀️ I am not seeing the pearly gates after this.

wc: 1.1k

🔞Ao’nung and reader are aged up in this fic🔞

Okay guys here’s part 2! I originally wasn’t going to make a part 2 but I got a lot of requests so here it is 💞 the control aspect did change here (only bc it gets 🌶️ and it was easier for me to write it like this w out getting toooo descriptive + repetitive loll) but honestly with the way Ao’nung worships you as his mate + how obsessed he is with touching you, he’s definitely making you his pillow princess. 🤭

“Everyone knows. Everyone knows. He f*cks you.” (Part Two)

Ao’nung x fem na’vi reader

part one

You and Ao’nung didn’t make it back to your shared Mauri in time, what a surprise. You briefly managed to avoid his attempts at grabbing hold of your body, squealing excitedly like you were playing a game of tag while he chased after you. But alas, your success was short lived. His hand caught your forearm and tugged it towards him, whipping you back to face him and causing your body to stumble into his expectant grasp. “Ao’nung…” you gave him a warning look and ran your hands along his biceps, biting your lip to stop him from hearing the next sound that was about to leave your mouth after his hands fell below your waist with their own agenda.

He roughly spun you around and you covered your mouth to silence your gasp. He wrapped his arms firmly around your waist to hold you in place, pushing his bulge against your backside with a quiet hum in your ear. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, taking a deep inhale to bask in the scent of your strong pheromones and exhaling shakily as the sweet aroma radiating off your body filled his nostrils. Ever since the two of you bonded your queues, something as simple as your scent could drive him absolutely mad. Your hand came up behind you to hold the back of his head closer to your neck and you cocked yours to the side to grant him more access- your stomach clenching when his fingers threatened to dip past the waistline of your loincloth.

“Not here,” You spat out between disoriented breaths, breaking away from him much to his dissapointment and taking hold of his hand again.

The two of you desperately stumbled behind a partially secluded tree with tall vegetation around it, not having any time to contemplate if It was private enough as his hands found your waist and yanked your body flush against his once more. He needed you close to him but having you pressed against his body just wasn’t enough. He needed you closer.

Ao’nung’s kisses were just as unforgiving as the relentless teasing you endured upon arriving to his clan’s island. He chased your lips like a reflex every time you broke for air and with complete disregard of your labored breathing, leaving you with less than a second to attempt to catch your breath. He kissed you like he hadn’t had a meal in days, the taste of your tongue being his first choice to break his fast.

You felt your lips part from his, a small string of saliva connecting you both and making it obvious what the two of you had been doing just moments earlier. He lowered himself slightly and you used this moment to your advantage, gasping for air. He hooked his large hands behind your knees and hoisted you up as if you weighed nothing at all, taking it upon himself to wrap your legs around his waist. Everything was moving so fast you didn’t even have time to process which part of you was actively being touched. He nudged your head to the side, indulging in his assault on your neck and using his fangs to nip it at lightly.

“Ao’nung, slow down…” Your eyes fluttered to a close and you spoke breathlessly, your mind falling blank while your back rested against the tree he had you pressed against. You felt completely delirious.

“I’m sorry, my love” he cooed gently, placing yet another kiss to your lips- this one slow and sweet. “You made me wait too long.” He grunted, switching to show the other side of your neck the same amount of love.

You melted against his body and snaked an arm around his neck, sliding your hand down his back and feeling his muscles flex as he held you. You huffed in annoyance, your free hand impatiently searching for the strand of seaweed that tied his hair up and snapping it without a second thought. You raked your hands through his hair as it cascaded down his shoulders and yanked at it- making his head fall back and a groan slip past his lips. You acted quickly, placing gentle kisses and love bites on his skin. He let you have your fun, briefly. He held you with one arm now- reaching up to grab hold of your chin he lifted it back up and turned your head to the side. Intimate time with you was probably the only time Ao’nung didn’t care about his own benefit, his sole intent was to pleasure you and that was more than enough for him. Your panting increased when you felt his warm tongue shamelessly drag up your neck and end with a kiss on your jawbone, his hot breath aiding in raising your body temperature.

“I thought your breathing would have improved by now.” He smirked, referring to the many lessons you had participated in with Tsireya during your time here. But how could you breathe when he was pleasing every part of your body in all the right ways? You thanked the great mother for tsaheylu; as soon as the two of you bonded he knew every spot that left you weak in the knees and exactly how to touch it.

“This is-“ a loud moan interrupted your sentence when his head dipped down to show appreciation to your breasts, your hand cradling the back of his head and tightly gripping his hair. “-not the same.” You finally continued, using your hands to bring his face back up so you could see him.

He pressed his forehead against yours, the both of you breathing heavily while he gazed into your eyes with pure hunger and lust. You still could not believe how fast things had changed between the two of you, how quickly he had become obsessed with you. He was the last person you thought you would be in such a compromising position with. The both of you despised the other less than a year ago, and somehow that made your burning desire for one another even stronger.

You brushed the stray strands of hair from his face, not wanting to miss a single inch of his beauty. You seductively slid a small three fingered hand down the middle of his chest, feeling his heart thumping rapidly against your palm. His eyes trailed your every movement, looking back up at yours with a sly grin when you gasped at the feeling of his manhood brushing against your aching center. “Someone will see us, Ao’nung. We must stop.”

It seemed as if your warning did the exact opposite of its intention, his tongue excitedly flicking out to lick at his bottom lip, and then yours in return. You whimpered at his lewd behavior, instantly forgetting the words you had just spoken as you leaned forward.

He groaned loudly with zero regard for potential nearby ears once he felt your teeth teasingly tug at his bottom lip, his hands accepting your actions as the green light to continue. Caressing your thighs and smoothing over your curves, a sinister smirk produced on his lips as he hooked a singular finger under the delicate string of your loincloth. “Even better.”

a/n: I’m def not the best smut writer but hey I tried LOLL

It’s short sorryyy but I hope those who requested enjoyed 💗

#avatar 2 #ao’nung #neteyam #ao’nung x reader #avatar way of water #jake sully #neteyam sully #ao’nung x you #neteyam x reader #jake sully x reader #ao’nung x y/n #atwow

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bestedoesmeow · 2 years ago

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『top gun men: meeting your parents

I enjoyed imagining each of them! hope you enjoy while reading it toooo

ROOSTER

'' I said I needed a week to get prepared and you are telling me they are going to be here tomorrow damn hun.'' kind of freaked out.

He'd so be tense and nervous but whenever you mention it he'll be just laughing ''why would I be nervous I am EXCITED.''

Does my 'stache look 'kay?''

He would greet them with such a stupid nervous smile that your father would have to ask if he was having a stroke or anything.

''No I am not the best at all, sir.' 'Kind of humble behavior he'd show while talking about his flying career.

He would grab a beer for himself and your father later in the night to have some father -in-law-son talk on your porch

Plays the piano right after the dinner to warm up the air.

'' I wish you could stay sir.''

After they leave,he would just throw himself on the couch, letting out a sigh.

'' It wasn't bad at all huh?''

HANGMAN

'' Do I need to tell you how gorgeous you look?'' kisses the back of your mother's hand, making her blush.

'' Which kind of wine should I buy sweetheart?'' kind of relaxed.

He would bake his signature dinner.(probably Fettucine Alfredo lol)

'' You look good pops.''

'' I mean sir, sir.''

'' I am so glad that I've lived enough to know your daughter, sir.”

He'd talk about his most exciting flight to impress your dad.

“ You want me to get you another glass of wine, sir?''

Later in the night your father and he would start to watch some fishing documentary and surprisingly he'd seem to love it a lot.

'' Now i know who y/n got her talents from.''

Would want to learn about your embrassing childhood memories.

When he feels comfortable enough he would just start to talk about his homeland in a very emotional way.

'' I am gonna miss you pops.''

'' I mean sir,sir.''

BOB

'' Oh what if they don't like me?'' kind of anxious.

'' Should we take them to some fancy restaurant you know to not to risk it -

'' What kind of things your dad likes to do I need to do some research.''

He'd be so anxious that he'd even forget to buy most of the things on the shopping list.

'' Okay we need to prepare the dinner so carefully and meticulously.''then breaks a glass right away.

'' Sir,nice to meet you sir.'’

'' Oh i am not really good at those stuff yo-.''

He would hold your hand from under the table to show he feels relaxed.

'' You are flattering me sir.''

'' Should I tell your mom that she looks beautiful?.''

Would choke on his drink too much that your father would have to tap him on the shoulder to comfort him.

'' - Y/n and I have a really great chemistry sir.''Then nervously drinks his water.

You'd end up playing some family board game.

'' I'd like to see you again sir, have a nice night.''

COYOTE

'' I'll be there in a few.'' He'd just show up at the door still in his uniform heavily panting since he didn't quite understand the drill.

'' Hmmm, what's chief's special gonna be tonight?'' 'd still manage to flirt with you even during that hurry.

'' Do you think I can impress your father with my almost death G force experience?''

'' Well your father sounded like a whiskey guy so I didn't buy extra wine.''

'' You look hot maybe we shouldn't open the door you-''

''Welcome feel yourself at home sir,''kind of awkward.

Your father and him'd have what people call ''Bromance'' between.

Your mother would take you somewhere silent to tell you how hOt he was.

I love you pops.''

I love you -sir.''

FANBOY

He'd come home early to help you out.

He'd be quite serious and wouldn't want any distraction while working on his salad.

''No I am not taking it too seriously,i just want them to enjoy the dinner darling.''

PUNCTUAL

He'd be the one to calm you down.

He'd put on your favorite cartoon while waiting for your family to come.

'' Oh it's too good to see you here.''

Actually I made the salad it's quite an unusual recipe Mrs...

PAYBACK

'' YOU NEED SOME HELP THERE HONEYYY?'' He'd yell from your porch while firing up the bbq.

''I don't know who told you to LOOK THIS GORGEOUS, girlie.''

LOUD

Would run around the house trying to find the bbq fan.

Would sing and whistle a lot.

'' You sure your dad loves beef?''

I LOVE YOU BABYYYY, AND IF IT'S QUITE ALRIGHT I NEED YOU BABYYYY.

''You look incredible welcome to our humble mansion sir.'' He'd say before shaking your parents' hands.

'' Your old man doesn't seem to enjoy the beef.''

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akaashisbabygirl · 4 years ago

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camboy part three

a/n: i am so happy to finally get this fic out. it’s been something i am honoured to write and i’m glad you all have been enjoying it too. this is gonna be the last part, and yeah, i feel as if my fic is rushed but i didn’t want to make it toooo long, if that makes sense. i hope you all enjoyed reading :)

pairings: camboy!akaashi x female!reader

warnings: slight angst towards the beginning, vaginal penetration, oral (giving and receiving)

words: 2128

part one | part two

“akaashi…” you noticed the familiar set up to the way the cam boy has. the bed, the walls, even the pretty skirts, some of the toys he’s brought out before sitting on the bed beside him, “what are you doing?”

“y-y/n...” his voice was shocked and shaking, unsure and embarrassed from what you had just caught him doing.

he tried his best to hide and cover himself up, flipping the skirt down and trying to cover himself with the blankets on the bed. he was scared. he never wanted you to see him like this. not now, not yet.

“i-i can explain!” he tried to hide his actions, as tears welled up in his soft turquoise coloured eyes.

“w-why do you have the same bedsheets and set up as him... that camboy- why are you wearing a skirt? why did i find a skirt in the washing, was it your girlfriend? why didn’t you tell me?” you started to cry as the word ‘girlfriend’ rolled off your tongue.

you hated that you were here right now, that you were watching this now with your very own two eyes. you hated that you had to comfort the man you love over something that you accidentally walked in on. you wondered if there was a girl in the room too.

“is there a girl in here right now? your girlfrie-”

“there’s no girl.”

despite akaashi being anxious, his voice was surprisingly calm. his voice was soft, almost as if he was trying to calm both you and him down at this very moment.

“you-you shouldn’t lie to me about these things... akaashi... you don’t know how much it hurts me...” you sobbed, tears rolling down your face as you buried your head in yours hands.

akaashi took the skirt off, undressing as you cried. he knew it was rude, but he didn’t want you to see him like this. he got dressed up properly as quick as he could. pulling you into his arms, he set you down on the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. he hated how disgusting his room felt all of a sudden, that it wasn’t his room anymore. thankfully, his sheets had been washed so they weren’t stained with his cum. you had seen him as someone else this whole time, yet he never thought you of all people would’ve known about his camboy job.

“i’m sorry that i never told you about my job as a camboy. i was too embarrassed to say anything, thinking that you would think so low of me. i don’t have a girlfriend, the skirts are mine and i didn’t realise you were going to see. i’m sorry to have made you upset, y/n.”

his voice was still soft and calming. tears stopped flowing from your eyes after hearing him confess his true feelings on the matter. it made you feel a little better about yourself, knowing that what you had thought about him wasn’t exactly true.

“akaashi...” you pulled your head away from his chest, seeing how your tears had made marks on his dark blue shirt.

knowing he didn’t have a girlfriend, that he was single, you thought as if now was maybe the right time to tell him the truth.

“akaashi i love you. i’ve always loved you and i didn’t know how to tell you. i was scared... so scared when i found the skirt because i thought that i had lost all my chances of being with you. akaashi- i-i want to be with you. i want to be close to you. to touch you, to feel you, there’s so much i want yet i’m too scared to admit because i’m scared you don’t feel the same way.”

he smiled softly, his hand coming up to your face to cup your cheek.

“you really don’t think i feel the same way. you must be oblivious, my dear y/n. i have also loved you for so long, and didn’t know how to tell you. we’re in the same boat, love.”

almost as if it were on cue, you cried again. you didn’t know why you were crying- maybe it was because all your feelings had finally been understood and weight had lifted from your shoulders and faded in with the thin air. he held you again.

“y/n, will you be my girlfriend? i wanted to ask you out in a better way than this, but will you be mine?”

“i-i will. i’m sure. i want to be yours, and i want you to be mine.”

“you’ll only be mine, and i’ll only be yours,” akaashi said softly as his lips ghosted softly over your forehead.

he set the two of you down on the bed, turning the lights off and letting darkness fill the bedroom. akaashi tucked you in under the sheets, kissing your forehead sotly.

“i love you. always have.”

the night was like a blur. one minute, you were asleep. next, you were awake. having akaashi’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you, made you feel safe and protected. you were happy, watching how the man slept next to you. his features beautiful. you loved how beautiful he was.

akaashi never understood just how beautiful he was to everyone around him. he grew up with compliments from family, “you’re such a gorgeous boy, keiji” but he had never thought anything about them. it’s not that he didn’t believe that the comments were true, it’s that he didn’t know how to respond to them. what was everyone seeing that he couldn’t see?

he had always thought he was just a normal boy.

one who people would see in their everyday lives and notice, yet, not think much about or question. he hated being the centre of attention, yet, he had chosen the spotlight as a camboy.

he wanted to hide himself from everyone, unsure about how they would act if they knew what he looked like in real life. would they ‘fall for him’? would they think he’s beautiful? probably not - he was sure that if he showed his face to his fans they would all just call him ‘hot’ and ‘sexy’.

yet, the factor that made him the most anxious was ‘what if someone who knew him saw him doing this’? how would they feel about him then? what if it was one of his old mates from volleyball or even bokuto? they would be disgusted in him, right?

softly, you traced your finger over akaashi’s cheek. you had never seen him like this before, completely vulnerable for you. he never wanted to show off a sign of weakness, but here, having you in his arms made akaashi feel as if he could protect someone he holds dear to him.

he slept happily, knowing that you felt the same way. he didn’t want to admit or even show how happy he was. akaashi wanted to pick you up in his arms and spin you around in the air with a gigantic smile on his face. he wanted to show you the most love he could muster and make you feel safe and at home with him.

it was the start of something new for akaashi.

something he wanted and craved so desperately.

something he could start and build with you.

you.

the person he loves. you.

the day went by quickly and akaashi found himself sitting at his desk with thoughts clouding his mind. he needed the money, he really needed it. but, at the same time he never wanted to make you uncomfortable with what he was doing.

akaashi knew that you seeing other girls fall in love with his body and make sexual comments about him would make you jealous. even if you were to shake your head and say ‘it’s alright, i don’t mind’, he still knew that you would be clutching your fists with jealously. that you would get upset and probably even cry. akaashi wasn’t going to put you in that spotlight.

“i’m going to quit being a camboy.”

his statement had almost made you drop your glass. what had made him decide to stop being a camboy?

“w-why, what made you decide to stop?” you asked, setting your glass down on the table.

“you’d be uncomfortable. i’d be comfortable if you were a cam girl, so i’m not going to put you in a predicament where you’re going to not be okay with it,” he explained.

silently, you thanked akaashi, happy with the choice that he had made. it’s almost funny that he knew how you were feeling without you having to address your concerns out loud.

“thank you,” you mumbled softly.

a week at most had gone by. the apartment had been changed around. you had moved all your items into akaashi’s room, which was the biggest room of the apartment. even though the two of you had been living in this apartment for a few years, it still felt as if it was the first time you and him were moving in together.

your old bedroom had been changed into a guest room. the whole apartment had been changed up. it used to feel as if it was a small apartment that two roommates shared. now, it felt as a place you and akaashi could both call home.

lips hungrily attacked each other as you straddled akaashi on the bed. his back was pressed up against the headboard, his hands on your hips as the two of you made out.

your lips moved down to his neck, kissing and sucking softly, mumbling, “i want you.”

“are you sure?” he pulled away, looking into your eyes.

you nodded your head, “very sure.”

akaashi smirked, guiding you down to be in line with his hard length. your hands toyed with his pants, pulling them plus his boxers down. akaashi watched as you took his length into your mouth, maintaining eye contact with him as you did.

his hand moved to your hair, pushing your head down to take more of him into your mouth. he loved the way you sounded when you were choking on his length. akaashi watched as tears formed in your eyes from how big he was, how your body softly and slowly grinded into the bedsheets from the lack of physical touch you were getting.

“thats enough dear,” he said, “i wanna eat you out.”

he was very clear with his words. you pulled away from him, laying your back down softly against the bedsheets.

akaashi’s hands held your thighs open as his mouth softly wrapped around your clit. he moaned softly against your pussy, loving the way your wetness gushed around him. he shoved two fingers into your hole, curling them and having you moan louder than before. he smirked, his tongue moving softly against your cunt and his fingers hitting deep inside of you.

it hadn’t been the first time the two of you were sexual since you first started going out, yet, every time you and akaashi did something, there was love there.

he didn’t want to rush anything with you, but these last years he had spent with you had felt as if the two of you had been together forever. he wasn’t worried to start anything with you. akaashi trusted you and you trusted him.

he knew what it was like to love you, to crave you, to want you. he desired everything from you.

most importantly.

he couldn’t wait for the day he could make you his all over again.

akaashi sat back up against the headboard, his hands on your hips as he slowly placed you down on his cock. your hands held tightly onto his shoulders as he slowly moved you up and down, increasing the pace painfully slow.

“keiji~” you moaned softly against his neck.

akaashi’s hips slammed faster into you, having you moan out his name louder and louder with every thrust.

“i love you,” he moaned as he brought your face down into a kiss.

akaashi loves you.

he loves you for the person that you are.

akaashi loves spending everyday with you. he loves getting to call you ‘mine’ and ‘his’. you’re a beautiful person, and even if you fear as if you’re not good enough for someone as beautiful as him, he would be there to tell you otherwise.

over the last weeks and years, you’d helped akaashi understand himself more. understand what he really does desire in this world.

what he desires, what he wants to make happy, what makes him happy:

it’s all you.

“i love you,” akaashi softly kissed your forehead as he covered the two of you under the sheets of the bed.

“i love you,” you smiled, melting into his arms once again.

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyū!!#haikyuu smut #nsfw—🎟#akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #akaashi smut

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boysl0vingboys · 3 years ago

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EPISODE 12 THOUGHTS PROCESS! I go through a lot of emotions.

1/4

starting off strong with reopening my wounds

SYMBOLISM?

I SEE THAT DAMN PILLOW!

AND PAT GROWING UP BEING ABLE TO GET OUT OF BED ON HIS OWN

i still hate the middle part

where the fuck is Pran?

overseas... called it-

and my boy learnt how to dress!

KOrn!

Don't give my elevator flash backs!

AND THE CURRY!

BRO!

RIP MY HEART OUT IT'LL BE FASTER!

Don't call her your girl!

My Paa, out here being successful!

So no Wai and Korn? Thank god!

DON'T HIT ME WITH THE SIGH-

AND THE OLD ROOOM!!!!!

Why you taking the picture, Pat? Huh? Don’t get my hopes up.

Are they-?

I really! hop they are moving in together!

child!

You are going!

You have to reunite with your true love!

I literally am holding in a scream!

Reuniting!

True love!

Holy shite!

2/4

Are Weeeee TOOOO YOUNG FOR THIS!!!!

please see-

PICTURES OF THEM TOGETHER!

OH!

The hope in his eyes!

(malfunction)

hug?

Reunite?

hug?

drmamtic embrace?

PRAN!

YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG DIRECTION!

across the room gaze!

Their smiles!

side character shut up!

what the fuck are you wearing?- nevermind-

don't change the music!

I didn't want to cry this episode!

pat? sweetie? why are you always dancing to tease-

please talk!

they're standing next to each other

say something. say something. say somthing. say something. say something. say something. say something.

you! FUCK YOU! I'm going to kill strip shirt!

play their song! play their song!

the longing look...

and the smiles are back!

why are they standing so far apart?

never mind-

i need a photo where you are looking at each other

no.

fuck off.

call them a taxi.

PAT!

turn around!

please be him!

wait!

they

with the!

I GOT MY DREAM! I HOPED FOR THIS BUT i DIDN'T THINK- I THOUGHT I WAS DELUSIONAL!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HOLY SHITE!

3/4

HOLY SHITE

hey- where the heart shape?

secret.

everyone for a five mile radius could see that pining

hand holding.

no-

we ar enotdoing this!

stop making me cry!

I understand lying!

BUT TO ME! YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT!

THE PINKIES!

so, paa knew the entire time, obviously means ink knew

and the boys?

And junior returned!

that shirt and earphones are their first borns honest-

PRAN

WHERE DID YOU JUST-

PAT DON'T SMELL IT!

I KNEW YOU TOOK THAT PHOTO-

DON'T TAKE SELFIES WHILE POOPING!

THE PINKIES AGAIN!

five minutes.

really?

double date? Nawh!

why- don't you dare!

PAA AND INK ARE THE SWEETEST!

that lady was ready to swing!

to the roof top?

WONTON SOUP!

see, I tolerate your mum but your dad-

i'd rather poke my eyes-

don't tease me with them standing back like that again! I refuse to cry again.

4/4

awh!

lovely girlfriends!

you get to call him papa?

not sus at all. showing up at the same time.

he knows exactly who brought that.

headcanon! Paa can drink everyone under the table!

i wanna skip and see who knows!

100% at least one parent knows!

you know who brought that.

drink it.

driiiiink it.

papa pran is back.... hey papa pran!

papa pran, you know don't you!

dont!

don't go in his room!

PAT! PLEASE DON'T BE IN HIS ROOM!

more bickering over bins.

no?

it didn't cross the line!

you old geezer! I will shove my foot- Oh! you did something nice. nevermind.

oh. you're actually on the phone to a client.

how does no one ever notice-

NO!

I TAKE IT BACK!

I'LL SHUT UP!

...

I KNEW YOU MOTHERFCKERS KNEW!

(i cried here for a minute when it showed all the parents knew)

i get the romantic moments

but seriously, are you trying to let

the whole 20 questions scene) WRITE THAT DOWN! WRITE THAT DOWN!

hold on

he spelt over the day after his birthday? was i suppose to know this? was this common knowledge? it's 3 am and I have fog brain. am I suppose to know this?

sweetie, the two of you are too-

pat you cheesy-

but that okay because like you two are adorable and I and am nothing but your humble servant-

I'M SORRY- WHAT?!

dont challenge each other

dont lay down

raise your what?!

0.0

...

a lot just...

wow

...

we better get a season two.

Wait- are they living together?

#bad buddy #bad buddy the series #patpran #nanon korapat #ohm pawat #pat x pran #pran x pat #pranpat #ohmnanon #bad buddy series #inkpaa #paa x ink #paaink #ink x paa

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mmvalentine · 4 years ago

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prompt request for part 2 of your utm fic? pretty please? :)

NONNIE I ALMOST SAID NO hahaha honestly @asteria-of-mars is cooking up some WILD dark!Rhys and if you're looking to not know if you're turned on or horrified I can recommend her fic Undone. She is better at this than me. But okay I'll give this a little whirl just for you, because your please was so pretty.

Fuck You, Feyre Darling Pt 2 (Mercy)

Read Part 1

Guilty.

That's all that was swirling around in my head for the next two days: guilty, guilty, guilty. I was a bad person, I was a cheater, I was so full of shame I could have choked on it.

But then Rhysand appeared in the same corner of my cell that he always did, and I had a better idea of where to place my anger.

"You fucking prick," I spat at him. He just raised his eyebrows.

"Dear me," he said. "And just what have I done to raise your ire today?"

"You made me cheat on Tamlin," I said, knowing full well that was neither true nor fair.

"I didn't," Rhys said mildly, flicking a speck of lint off his lapel.

"You did," I snapped. I stepped up to him. "You and your fucking mind tricks." My chin jerked up to stare into his eyes. Most powerful High Lord in all of Prythian? I didn't give a damn.

"I assure you, I don't need mind tricks to coax females into my bed," Rhys said, and his unaffected air was infuriating.

"You forced me," I ground out. "Admit it."

"Admit something that's not true?"

"Admit it!"

"Why Feyre?"

"Because!" I yelled. "If I wanted it then I'm a terrible person and I'm here in this horrible place to save Tamlin only to find that I don't deserve him anyway." My voice broke on the last word, and to my horror, a sob cracked in my chest.

Not again, I thought. I couldn't bear the thought of breaking down in front of Rhys, not again. He already had so much of me.

But Rhys just stood there a moment, with his hands in his pockets. Then he said, "Fine," and then the world blurred and we were back in his room.

Rhys pushed me back onto the bed, and I fell, startled.

"So what, Feyre?" he asked. I realised with shock that he was angry. "What do you want?"

Despite the darkness of the room, his violet eyes seemed to glow brighter than ever.

"Do you want me to have forced you, so you don't have to feel guilty? Or do you want to be forced because you deserve to be punished?"

Rhys pulled his jacket off and threw it onto a chair by the wall. I shrank back against the headboard, suddenly nervous.

"Because see now, I may be a whore but I'll not have some mortal questioning my honour." He knelt up on the bed in front of me, and rolled up his sleeves.

"However, if you were after a punishment," he paused, and removed his belt to fold it in his hand. Then he gave me a grin that was all teeth and no smile at all. "You only had to ask."

The anger still coiled in his voice, and now, now I was scared of him.

I didn't know what I was expecting- I had goaded him, but not thought through what would happen next. And now here we were, back in his room, and I couldn't tell where my fear stopped and my anticipation began.

What I did know is that the heaviness of the shame in my limbs had been replaced by adrenaline and that was a trade I was only too happy to make.

"Well?" Rhys demanded. "Is the cruel little creature here to repent for her sins?

And Cauldron damn me to the deepest depths of hell, my lips parted and I whispered, "yes."

"Good," Rhys snarled, and then quick as lightning he had grabbed my ankle and jerked me back down the bed. Disappeared my clothes by magic, rolled me over onto my stomach, where I tried to drag myself away with my hands but he yanked me back by the hips and slapped me hard across the ass.

I gasped, as pain burst before my eyes. I forgot everything, I knew nothing at all expect for the flash of sensation, and then a flooding peace. Yes. This is what I deserved. Rhys buckled his belt around my ankles.

"Is this what you wanted?" Rhys hissed in my ear. I hadn't noticed him moving closer.

"Yes," I whispered. Rhys spanked me a second time, and that white hot flash popped in my vision again.

"Is this what you needed, you wicked mortal thing?"

"Yes," I said again, and it came out as a moan.

"Beg me," Rhys commanded. He landed three more stinging slaps, and I couldn't help but gasp at each one. "Beg me for mercy."

He smacked me once more, and leaned down to my ear again. "Beg me, and I will deny you."

And I would never know how to admit this out loud, not to Rhys, not to Tamlin, not to anyone. But it was exactly what I craved.

So I pushed my hips up toward Rhys, turned my face to the side, and breathed, "Mercy."

"No," Rhys replied coldly, and then I was spanked on the top of my ass, on the join to my thigh on either side, and then once right over my bare pussy.

The shock of the last had my fingers curling in the sheets. It was so unexpected that at first my legs clenched together automatically- but then as the pain faded it was replaced by a spreading heat and my muscles relaxed completely.

The next touch was a rub of his hand over my reddened backside and down between my legs, and where he had slapped me my skin was so sensitive I shook hard under his fingers.

"And now what, Feyre darling?" Rhys asked. His voice was low and dangerous. I rode the edge of pain and fear and pleasure, and couldn't form words. When Rhys stroked his hand down me again, I realised I was thoroughly wet from being spanked.

"Do you need to be fucked now?" he crooned.

"Yes," I said, and even though he wasn't touching me at all now, my breaths came in pants.

"Do you need to be pounded so hard it feels like you're not in control?" Rhys asked me.

"Yes," I repeated, not able to say any more than that for the shame of it.

"Beg me again," Rhys said.

"Please," I whimpered. "Mercy."

Rhys's fingers slipped back between my legs, finding my clit and rubbing tight, fast circles into it. My hips bucked at the suddenness of the motion, and then the pleasure began to pool. I wanted to push my knees apart on the bed to get closer to his touch, but his belt still bound by ankles together. I arched my back instead, and Rhys's steady rhythm had me careening toward my orgasm faster than I thought possible.

"Rhys," I moaned.

"Yes Feyre?" he said. "Are you going to come?"

"Yes, oh gods, yes," I said, and my toes curled as my climax crested-

And then Rhys pulled his hand away and slapped me across the backside instead.

I let out a frustrated groan, and Rhys purred, "Again."

It took me a moment to figure out what he wanted. Then, "please," I begged. "Mercy."

Rhys's fingers returned, but this time he was sliding them into me and moving infuriatingly slowly. I rocked my hips back and forth on his hand, trying to build his pace. It was almost enough.

"Please," I said again. Breathlessly. Desperately. "Please."

Rhys's fingers sped up and curled to that spot inside me, and then I was chasing my climax again. My head spun, then buzzed as I found-

Nothing. Rhys's fingers slipped out of me and I was spanked again, on the other side, and hot tears sprang to my eyes. A combination of the sudden pain and the sharper frustration.

"Please Rhys!" I cried out. "Please, please, mercy, please."

Rhys's voice in my ear, one more time. "Do you deserve it?" he asked. "Do you deserve pleasure?"

"No," I whispered.

"That's right," he replied. And then sank his cock deep inside me nonetheless.

Rhys was not gentle, Rhys did not give me time to acclimatise. Just pushed inside my already soaking pussy and fucked me hard with my ankles tied the entire time. As wound up as I was, he had barely gotten started when my orgasm slammed into me. I came soundlessly on his cock, tears blocking my throat, my lips mouthing his name into the sheets.

Once my high had subsided, Rhys pulled out, removed the belt from my ankles, and turned my over on my back. I was so wrung out I barely registered the movement. And then with a shocking gentleness, he came back to me. Pulled my legs around his waist and slid inside me again- but this time moved with a rolling consistency that had me building up again, coasting on the brink of pleasure rather than screaming toward it, and when this orgasm came I was in the middle of it before I had known it'd begun.

My back arched up into Rhys's arms and he pressed kisses down my sternum as I came, and then just when I thought I'd start coming down his hips got faster and his own release triggered a new wave for me, too. I held on to him as he shuddered into me, and it wasn't until he had rolled onto his back and pulled me into his chest that I realised he had stopped punishing me.

"Rhys?" I asked softly.

"Mm?"

"Am I a bad person?"

Rhys sighed into the dark, and when he spoke he did not sound like his usual, arrogant self. He just sounded tired.

"No Feyre," he said, "you're not a bad person."

"I'm betraying someone I love," I argued.

"We're Under the Mountain, now," Rhys said. "We're only just surviving. And here, that is enough.”

We lay there for a while longer, until I thought I could almost fall asleep there in the High Lord's arms. What an absurd thought.

"I'm ready to go back to my cell now," I whispered.

"In the morning," was all Rhys said, and then he turned us and tugged me back against his chest facing away from him. He wrapped his arms around me, and I gave in. After all, there would be plenty of time to feel bad about it all if we survived at all. And maybe that was a mercy I could grant myself.

****

Eeee stop making me go UTM anons, it's toooo sad I'm gonna leave this dark edgy shit to Liz now and go back to my palace of fluff 🥺🥺

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mudhornchronicles · 4 years ago

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sanguine | din djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: mentions of violence, angst, yodito’s name spoiler, face reveal, sexual references but aren’t toooo explicit

a/n: this is part two for maroon.

i made up a planet because i couldn’t find a planet that wouldn’t be obvious to hiding Mandalorians, ya know? I’ve never written smut before and as much as I wanted to include it, I’d just ruin it BUT I’m learning lol. also, happy new year to everyone! I hope this year brings you joy, health, and happiness. please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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No matter how long it has been, you are always thrown back to the day you lost everything. Your necklace is a constant reminder of the death of you. No matter if you’re at the market buying the supplies you’re running dangerously low on or if you’re in the midst of stitching up a laceration - your hand always finds its way around the symbol of pain.

The gunfire. The screams. The tears. The loss.

The nightmares are a virus you cannot get rid of with medication. After all these years, the past plagues you even after you have tried your hardest to move on.

When you made it to the planet Alegoria, the emperor, Krusean, took you all as his own people. The warriors who were once faithful to the creed willingly relinquished their armor for civilian clothing in order to conceal their true heritage. You witnessed every brave soul you saw defeat Mandalore’s invaders once upon a time diminish to discomfited individual’s seeking purpose aside from duty. Alegoria gave you the opportunity to become the independent being your father always wanted you to be, but every time you took five steps ahead, the thought of him infiltrated your mind and you retreated into the shell of a person you arrive as.

Because of your skill set you found yourself excel with, Emperor Krusean found it ideal to have you stay in the palace as his assistant. You preferred not living in a home you did not earn, but you agreed to always carrying a commlink. An agreement that you felt safe with. You found yourself comfortable in the presence of the emperor, or Krusean as he liked to be called. He was an older gentleman, nearing his sixties, and he was a man with a heart of gold. You reminded him of his daughter, his army’s lieutenant, who gave her life for her father’s. You both had a connection, and he became your family as you did his.

So much, that he was only person on Alegoria, aside from your own people, who knew about your lost love.

The day was as every other with the exception of the sky being painted in rich reds and pretty pinks – something that happened every three to four months. You knew a sanguine palette awaited tonight’s night sky. Always a beautiful sight.

As you ran your daily errands, you began to note the people of Alegoria, the former Mandalorians to be exact, seemed on edge. You walked up to a few and they came across jumpy. You looked up and you caught sight of three ships and one of them gave you the fear you have not felt in a long time – a tie fighter.

As it appeared to be landing, chaos unfolded.

The screams and tears returned, but the gunfire was absent.

You felt sick. You could not move but were forced by one of the emperor’s guards. They barked out orders to shelter themselves and reminding them of the evacuation plans if needed. The guard escorted you back to the palace in a speeder made specifically for attaching life-boards. They were the evacuation plan.

Once through the palace walls, you ran straight to the emperor. As you ran, you could not help but to attach your hand on your signet and ring adorning your neck. You brought them up to your shaking lips, giving them both a kiss and whispering an apology to whoever was listening. You found the emperor barking orders at his general to secure the city’s perimeter – his people’s safety came first.

He spotted you and ran to you, bringing you into his arms and placing a kiss on the crown of your head. You could not stop shaking as he held you, telling you that everything would be okay. He informed you that the radars did not detect any other ships – just the three crafts and seven life forms. He asked you to go into the safe room underneath the palace while the situation get assessed and you oblige, knowing he must have thousands of thoughts running through his mind.

While you sat underneath the fortress, you thought back to him. You were able to move on from losing Mandalore, but you could never move on from him. You clutched his ring in your hand and let out the tears you had been suppressing for years. You never allowed yourself to vocalize his name, let out cry about him.

“I miss you so much, ner kar’ta. I have never given up on you, but I couldn’t wait around and do nothing.” you kiss his ring and continue to voice your ache. “The people I was with, my love, they aren’t you. They could not make me feel shielded from the galaxy’s wrath like you did. I’ve stayed here because I didn’t want to miss you when you came to find me, but I- I don’t know if I can go through life unknowing of what’s out there.” You jump as you hear the door of the safe room unlock and swing open. You see Emperor Kursean come in with this look on his face that you have never seen while in your presence – sympathy.

He refuses to answer your questions and protests of leaving the room. He leads you to the room you never made yours. He stops in front of the tall doors and brings you into his arms. You return his hug and ask a simple question before he leaves you.

“Krusean, am I going to die?”

He looks at you incredulous. Why would you ever ask him that question? How can you think that he would let you die?

“Sweet girl. What you will see through this door is the past you need to either close or welcome. You need to stop running away from what made you stronger.”

He places a single kiss on your forehead and leaves you.

Your hands begin to shake. You cannot help but to feel scared. You do not know who or what can be behind these doors and you do not know why they are here. You take a deep breath in and it comes out with a quiver. You place your trembling hand on the handle and push down. You hear the distinctive click and you lightly push. The room is pitch black except for the crimson light bleeding through the balcony. You step inside and close the door behind you. You feel the second being in the room, but you are not frightened. It is a friendly aura which eases you. A minute passes by and as you are about to leave you hear it. The sound that you have been longing to hear all these years.

His voice.

You tense at the sound of his voice saying your name. It pleads for you to stay and so you do. You are not scared for your life, but now as you have heard it, you fear for your heart. You cannot take another heartbreak. You just would not survive turning around and this voice telling you goodbye for the final time, or worse it not being him at all.

The voice says your name one more time and you finally slowly turn. You feel as though your heart has stopped and splattered over the floor.

It is not him.

You have never seen this warrior before. The armor is not a design you recognized, but the color is what gives you a sliver of hope.

It is silver. Mourning a lost love.

You find yourself staring at the figure in front of you and your eyes catch the handle to the weapon of the Mand’alor.

As you have been taught to do by your father, you bow your head as a sign of respect.

“Su cuy'gar, ner Mand’alor.”

The Mand’alor says nothing; he only reaches out to stroke your cheek.

“Su cuy'gar, ner riduur.”

You felt as if time froze. This cannot be him. This cannot be your love. The di’kut you fell in love with could not have become the leader of Mandalore. You could not stop the tears any longer.

“I-I can’t… How did… is it really you?”

He placed your delicate hands into his and his helmet appeared to be nodding. He is shaking again. You can feel it once more.

“It is my love. I gave you my word. I promised I would find you. I never stopped looking for you. I just hope I’m not too late.”

You shook you head, giving him the answer he hoped to receive.

“Din,” you whispered just enough for it to kiss his ears.

You did not know what overcame your body, but you blinked and your arms were around his neck; his around you. You sobbed his name repeatedly into the small opening between the lip of his helmet and his broad shoulder and all he can do was cry with you.

He had finally found you. After years of searching every planet he was sent to, he finally found the person he gave his entire being to. He felt whole. You felt complete. He held you in his arms so tight, you felt as if you became stone. A statue carved to perfection with the two central pieces fitting together with a seamless union.

“I also promised you something else if I remember correctly.”

As much as you did not want to let go of him, you let your arms fall from his shoulders, but held his hand in yours. With your free hand, you fished out his ring, your engagement ring. He held his ring with both his first and second fingers and smiled in his helmet. You kept it, he thought.

“I promised you a proper riduurok, did I not?”

You genuinely smile for the first time in a long time and nod. “Yes, you did. Are you finally making me a part of your clan?” You take a glance at his shoulder to examine the signet gracing his pauldron. “You managed to kill a mudhorn, cabur?” Din looks over to his pauldron and tilts his helmet back to you.

“I had some help. You will be joining my clan and making it three.”

“Three?”

“My foundling, Grogu.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“He’s with his kind now. I promised him I’d see him again and I hope you would be by my side.”

You delicately place your hands on either side of his helmet and bring your foreheads together. “Make me your wife, Djarin.”

“We only had one more vow to recite if my memory serves me well.”

“I’ve waited to long – we’re starting over, my love.”

He leads you to the balcony and a minute later, you are officially a part of Clan Djarin.

“Riduur?”

You glance up to your husband and although his silver helmet sits upon his shoulders, all you see is him.

“Yes, riduur?”

He takes a step in front of you and kneels. He looks up to you and places both your hands on either side of his helmet. For as long as he can remember, Din Djarin perceived himself as this cold-blooded mercenary who only cared about the credits and reputation he would gain, but after finding the kid and learning how it was to feel human again, Din Djarin is vulnerable.

“I’ve dreamt about us for so long and as I stand here now, I feel as if we never each other – just time. As my wife, I want you to see the face that our children will resemble. I want to be able to make love to you without the tint of my visor. I kneel before you as I ask you to remove the helmet that conceals the identity of your husband.”

You grace his helmeted forehead with a chaste kiss as you press the button to unlatch Din’s helmet. You sluggardly lift his helmet up and away from his face – eyes still closed as if he would suddenly regret his decision. Once completely off, you hear his unmodulated voice speak your name and you feel your heart begin to race.

You open your eyes and a grin appears on your face from ear to ear.

“Ner riduur, I knew you’d be handsome, but it should be a crime for you to be hiding this face.” He smiles brightly at your compliment. “I also didn’t know you had a dimple! My love, you’re captivating!”

You stay mesmerized by his beauty as he furiously blushes at your gazing face.

“My husband, would it be too fast to ask for you to touch me?” you plead.

“Would it be too fast to admit that I want to toss you onto this bed and make love to my wife?”

“No. I’d be upset if you didn’t. That would mean you changed. You used to be inside me with my hands pinned against the wall every chance you got.”

His eyes filled with desires and before you knew, that is exactly where your hands were – pinned against the wall.

The sanguine night sky illumination was only a factor to your husband’s stamina – one that allowed you to rest several hours later.

mando’a translations:

ner kar’ta = my heart

Mand’alor = the sole leader of Mandalore; king of Mandalore

Su cuy’gar = Hello - lit. ‘You're still alive.’

ner Mand’alor = my King

ner riduur = my spouse

di’kut = idiot

cabur = protector

tags: @theocatkov

part 3 to maroon - brick

#din djarin #the mandalorian #mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #star wars #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #sanguine #maroon #maroon pt 2

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cyarikashakira · 4 years ago

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Chimichangas

A/N: This is my first time writing a fanfic. I am super nervous but I have an overabundance of love for Joaquin Torres so I had to put it somewhere. I'm doing @caplanbuckybarnes's summer writing challenge.

Summary: Falling in love at the supermarket wasn’t on your to-do list today, yet here you were snatching looks at a cute stranger.

Warnings: (I don't know if these count as warnings) GN!Reader, No Y/N, Joaquin Torres is an absolute cutie pie!

‘They were gone. All of them.’ I thought as I rummaged through the wrongfully stocked freezer. A sniffle escaped, then two, which was followed by a full on wail.

“Who the hell put the Steak and Cheese chimichangas where the Chicken and Cheese chimichangas goes!?”

I slammed the freezer door and rested my head on it and placed my hand on the cold glass.

Casual shoppers and workers tiptoed around me while I grumbled to myself in annoyance. I just wanted my comfort food.

A full on breakdown in the middle of a grocery store and I gave no fucks. A tap on my shoulder and I whirled around ready to light up the poor soul who decided to bother me.

“What do you want?” I wiped the tears from my face with a growl. Giant innocent eyes looked at me in shock as I grimaced at him.

“Hi - um, can I help you?” He bravely pointed at his name tag which said ‘Joaquin’ with the Walmart name above

“Sure~ can you just point me towards the person who decided to sleep on the job and stock the wrong chimichangas in the wrong spot? I just wanna have a little chat.” I said with a fake smile on my face.

“Th-that would be me.” He gulped and pointed over his shoulder towards the stocking material behind him.

You peeked around him and just glared.

“So it was you. You have been declared as my arch nemesis. Where are the chicken and cheese chimichangas?”

“They are out of stock. But we can call you when they are back in stock.”

The air suddenly became tense.

“...Believe it or not, they already have my number because I buy them so often. It is Tuesday and it’s 8:30. They are always stocked at 8pm on Tuesday.” I looked down at my watch to double check the time. I crossed my arms ready to take my frustrations out on the worker.

“We are going to have to call some people.” He said plainly.

“What?” My head tilted to the side in confusion.

“For this chimichanga shortage. We need to call some people.” His smile got bigger as he continued talking.

“Chimi..changa shortage? If they are going to fix my day then you better call them.”

“I’m kidding..”

“Oh.” I let out a nervous laugh and made a face.

He ran a hand through his fluffy black curls and huffed. I took a look at his face, he was nervous.

“...Are you new?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“To the stock things department, yes. This grocery store, no. I’m so sorry that I stocked it wrong but thank you for pointing it out for me.”

I immediately felt bad because I realized that I was being a dick over some food.

“I’m so sorry. I’m just having a bad day. It was just a complete shit show. My cat got sick, my car is on it’s last leg and my boss is on my ass and I ran out of chimichangas and forgot to restock my fridge so here I am today - “

I rambled on and on.

“Hey, it’s okay. We all have bad days. I thought this was about to be a bad day for me also because you were upset at me.”

“I’m sorry again. I’ll live without them. I should go home before I embarrass myself even more.”

I lowered my head now feeling shy and more aware of my surroundings.

“Before you go, I think I have something that will make your day a little better. Follow me.” He turned swiftly and started walking away.

“Uh, no. I’ve burdened you enough today, sir.”

He stopped and turned to face me again. A smile formed on his face. Were those dimples always there?

“Come on. I’m just taking you to a person who can solve your problems.”

“Oh o-okay.”

I followed behind Joaquin towards the front of the grocery store. He stopped in front of the deli section and tapped a hand on the counter to alert the workers.

“Hey~ is Margie in today?” He said sweetly to the teenage girl who could barely see over the huge counter.

“Yeah Curly, she’s in the back. Let me go get her.” She ran to the back and pushed the double doors with force.

I looked at Joaquin with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“Why do they call you Curly?” A small smirk appeared on my face. He blushed and his hand went to his hair once again.

“My hair. It is how everyone finds me and the fact that I’m tall. Everyone has a nickname here. We are as much a family as capitalism will allow us to be. Margie is just...wait until you see her.”

The shock of blue hair caught my peripheral and I expected to see a teenager. No. A tall lady who was on enough to be my mama strolled up to the counter with a huge smile on her face.

“What can I do for ya, Curly Quin?” Her accent drawled as she leaned against the display case.

“We have a situation. Apparently, I suck at my job and a certain someone had an entire meltdown in the middle of the freezer aisle because they are having a bad day like it was my fault. I’m pretty sure they want to get me fired but I’m too cute for that, right? So we need a solution to their chimichanga problem.” He sarcastically and over exaggeratedly explained the situation to Margie and his smile got wider as he went on.

“So Grilled Cheese over here wants a chimichanga? How is that my problem?” Margie planted her eyes on me and I felt like I swallowed my heart.

For an old lady, her look was intense.

“I need the goods. The family secret, the whole enchilada, you get where I’m going with this. I’ll finally bring you back your book that you let me borrow when I first started working here.” Joaquin slapped on the puppy dog eyes and Margie rolled hers.

“I’ll believe it when I see it. That was a year ago. I’m never getting that book back and you know it. I’ll be back for you and Meltdown over here, assuming that is you.” She gave a small smile and moved to go towards the back doors. “Give me a sec.”

As soon as she disappeared, I face palmed and groaned.

“You guys are going to make fun of me forever, aren’t you?” I looked at him in despair.

“Oh yeah, you know it. Welcome to making history.” He smiled towards me, flashing a dimple.

“Is there a way that I can make everyone forget about this? I will pay you guys off. I promise. Just forget everything that happened here today.” I waved my hands in circular motions like I was casting a spell, earning odd looks from everyone around.

He laughed for the first time that night.

“It’s not every day a grown up has a total fit like a toddler. This has made my day and probably my whole week.”

I groaned again and stomped my foot in annoyance, ready to snap at him.

The back doors flew open and a brown paper bag was thrown in my direction. Joaquin and I fumbled to catch it at the same time and we butted heads.

“Good thing you knocked some sense into each other so I didn’t have to. Get out of here kids, your chimichanga problem is solved.” Margie smiled.

I opened the steaming paper bag and started crying.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” I started bouncing up and down with joy. I wrapped my arms around Joaquin and pulled him into a tight hug, crying on his shirt.

“No problem, I can’t breathe, please..let..go..” He said dramatically.

I immediately let go and cleaned my face putting on a huge smile. He took a deep breath and put his hand on his chest.

“You guys are the best and I am so sorry for taking my frustrations out on you. I really hope you can forgive me at some point.”

“Already forgiven. I just always want to do something positive with my day and make others smile. It’s all in a day’s work.”

“I don’t know how to thank you guys enough for the chimichangas.” I held the bag close to my heart, grinning widely.

“Go home and eat them. That’s thanks enough.” Margie deadpanned.

Oh. She was still there.

“Yes ma’am. Have a good night. Thank you for everything!” I waved goodbye to her.

“Don’t mention it kid.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Margie!” He said to her.

She waved us off and we were on our way to the front doors of the store. We stopped just before the entrance, triggering the doors to automatically open. We were blocking the exit and people started going around us.

“I guess this is goodbye? Until I come in to restock my freezer again.” I said glumly, holding out my hand towards him to shake his hand.

“I guess so.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, placing it in my hand.

Question marks filled my brain as I looked down at his phone in my hand. He shyly placed his hand on the back of his neck.

“I told you whenever we restocked, I would give you a call so.. I would need your number for that.”

“Oh. But they already have my numb- Oh. Okay. Oh. Oh um, of course uh..”

I stuck my tongue out in concentration as I typed my name and number into his phone and handed it back to him.

“There you go. I uh, look forward to your call for whenever the chimichangas are back in stock.”

“Of course. I’m just doing my job. If they aren’t in stock and I’m off of work, can I still call you?”

My brain short circuited and I blinked rapidly at him. He was smooth. Toooo smooth. I studied his face for a joke.

“You aren’t joking with me, are you?” I put my hands on my hips.

“Nope, not one bit. Are you okay?” He questioned. I was sure smoke was coming out of my ears at this point.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just tired, it’s been a long day. I should get going.” I looked off towards the cars in the parking lot.

“It was nice to meet you. I’m sorry about your chimichangas and for my poor stocking skills.” He apologized sincerely.

“It was nice to meet you too, Joaquin. Thank you for everything. Am I allowed to hug you again?”

His brown eyes lit up and he furiously nodded. I wrapped my arms around him and he did the same to me. We let go as quickly as we started.

“I’ll see you around, Grilled Cheese.” He gave a two finger wave towards me and started walking backwards.

“Likewise, Joaquin Phoenix.” I started walking in the other direction.

“Haha. So original! It’s actually Falcon!” He shouted.

“What?” I stopped and turned back towards him but he was already gone.

I shrugged and walked towards my car. I opened the door and climbed inside, tossed the bag of chimichangas in the passenger seat and rested my head on the steering wheel. I released a huge sigh while lifting my head, started my car and began driving home. The street lights blurred past me on my drive home. My body was on autopilot as I opened the door, kicked my shoes off and sat on the couch next to my roommate with my bag of chimichangas.

I took a bite and immediately frowned.

‘Damn it. Steak and Cheese strikes again.’ I started laughing and shaking my head, dropping the chimichanga back in the bag.

“What is your problem?” My roommate said staring at the tv, not concerned to turn their head towards my hysterics.

“Nothing. I just had a meltdown in a freezer aisle and I think I fell in love with a stocker who is bad at his job.” I leaned back against the cushion of the couch and sighed dreamily.

“....no offense but you aren’t allowed to go to the store unsupervised ever again. You got issues...”

My phone began to ring and I just stared at the unknown number before answering.

“H-hello?” I stuttered.

“You will never guess what we just got in stock.” A light voice filled with laughter said over the phone. A huge smile formed on my face and I was booking it out of the door and yelled a quick bye to my roommate.

“I’m on my way.”

I hope you guys enjoyed this. I tried my best :)

#cappyssummerchallenge #joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #tfatws

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monsoonblooms12 · 4 years ago

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Detectives By Chance: Chapter 7- Hide & Seek

Summary of the Series: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?

A/N: Okay, let me get this straight. This is ALL Action and Miles being evil. The most happening chapter of the series, and my favourite chapter because it brings out that fighter inside Pooja. Also, a lil bittersweet moment because only 2 chapters are left, and then we are done. (And I am using my Wattpad cover for this chapter because A. I like it! and B. It gives me the dark feels that embody this chapter) Anyway, hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I wrote it!💛

If you enjoy the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going💕

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Dr Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: about 4.3K

Rating: Teen

Triggers: Curse Words, Mentions of blood, murder Gun Violence

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters. I only own the OCs and my MC.

Prompt:- @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 14: Now or Never

CATCH UP HERE: Previous Chapter I Complete Series

It took all of her self-control as she prevented herself from throwing away her phone and breaking it into a thousand pieces.

Only the thought, the hope of a chance to save her Ethan, to save Mark and Alex, who were like family to her kept her going.

It was A Now or Never Moment for her.

Seconds later, Pooja's phone tinged. The screen lit up. She unlocked it to see the address that glared from her screen towards her. The address that hid all secrets and all proofs. The address which held the love of her life in who knows what condition.

She got into the car, entered the address on GPS and drove as fast as her driving skills allowed. Her mouth turned dry, face pale, beads of sweat on her forehead, her mind whirling through numerous unpleasant thoughts and a lingering doubt,

Will she be able to save them?

After what felt like a lifetime to her, Pooja arrived at her destination. A mid-sized mansion stood tall amid a deserted locality. The place was so muted, that the silence seemed to make voices. The winds gushed, chilling her bones. She stood in front of the black wood door. The silver handle's shine was unsolicited for her eyes. She took a deep breath.

Do this, for them. They are your family.

The thought repeated in her mind like verses of an orison. She let the ire, the woe to flood her soul and with fortitude and balance, she pushed the door.

He had kept it open.

The door clicked in place as she entered the devil's edifice. The interior was tenebrous, the conspiracy of silence etched deep in every wood and every wall.

"You are here"

The sudden sound caused Pooja to quail. The words resounded throughout the mansion, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. The sweat on her body contrasted with the rigour of the air.

There was no doubt in her mind. Her caller was here.

Miles Danvers was here.

But... She Looked Around. Where is He? She looked around, maybe it was a mirage. She looked everywhere but there was no sign of him.

"Don't try, You won't be able to see me." The ominous voice struck again.

Another chill ran down her spine. The thought of Ethan being unaccompanied in the devil's edifice with the devil himself was unbearable.

Will I be able to do this?

"Awww, Tsk, Tsk, is little blossom scared? Did I give her a heart attack?" Miles spoke mockingly.

That was the last straw. She would never give him the satisfaction of having scared her. With as much courage she could muster she yelled,

"AHHHH! You ruthless, sinister, cruel, heartless, disgusting monster. What the freaking hell do you want? Why the hell are you doing this? You are a goddamn monster, you are a freaking BASTARD."

She stopped for a breath.

"Not only that, you are a coward. You are a goddamn fucking coward. You don't dare to face the consequences of your actions. Hell, you don't even dare to come out and face me. If you had the courage, you wouldn't do what you have done. Now come out, you ruthless bastard. Get the hell out and come and face me." Pooja screamed hysterically.

"What will you get by yelling at me, hmm? Will Mark and Alexandra be out of jail? Or will you find Ramsey? Which one, huh?"

"You're the one who is responsible for all of this. You disg-"

"Do you want to save them?"

She felt as if her heart had stopped. Her mind pondering with hundreds of thoughts, doubts, yet she waited with batted breath for him to continue.

"Le silence signifie le consentement."

"J'accepte" Pooja muttered. Bloody Show Off

"Hmm. Three Clues, Three tips, Three keys. Three is your lucky number, isn't it? So let's put your luck to test and see if your lucky number is lucky enough to save your dear ones" Miles challenged her with a mock that boiled her blood. Seeing her helpless was utter humour for his soul and he was cackling in joy.

She shouted, hurled abuses, banged her fists, but there was no answer, no reply other than "You are running out of time... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...."

Her legs were giving out, she felt herself losing her balance, her steadiness. A chance, wasn't that all you needed? She heard her alter ego questioned her.

So good friends, like family, huh? Is this what you do for family, fall and bow to danger without putting up a fight? Is this what you did, when you fought for your mother, give up just like that?

Her sane mind was questioning her. No. She didn't give up then, She will not give up now. Maybe she will never make it out of here, maybe nor will they. But it was better to die fighting for them, than dying without even trying, striving for them.

"Miles", her steady voice, with power and courage, surprised him for a moment, but he wasn't shocked. This was Pooja Sharma after all. One who always stood for the right, even if it would make her lose her dreams.

"I am ready. And I hope you are too."

"Are you sure? This game can take that breath from you."

"Until it does, I will fight. For them"

A part of his mind already knew that she would win. But for his ego, accepting defeat was never an option.

"Fight all you want to. But winning is not an option for you."

"Time shall tell the answer"

"Alright, Two rooms to the left, and your search beginsss."

She ran. The worn-out door refused to give way to her. She pushed, but her strength was not enough. If only you had drunk that milk your mom gave you. Her mind swirled to the thoughts of her mother and she had to give a jerk to come back to the present.

"Seven minutes up already, and you're still stuck at the door. How sad!"

Cursing him under her breath, she upped her power and got ready to give a push just as,

Her fingertips felt a carving on the door. She had been praised for her impeccable sense of touch, but she never knew that it would come in handy in a dire situation one day.

Her mind, her heart, indicated that this was the clue, and she slowly, gently, moved her palm on the door. She got a slight trail of the carving and followed it further a few times. It took her about a minute to comprehend what it was.

A word. TIME. She was looking for something to do with time. But what? The place was so quiet that one would hear the ticking. But she didn't. Although auditory skills were never her strong point after she had a blockage in her left ear and had to go through five doctor visits to clear it, she was sure that there was no analogue clock around her. Her brain cells were running haywire when her shoes rubbed the floor. Sand had been spread around. Consciously.

Because on her trail from the main entrance to the door she was standing in front of right now, she was sure she hadn't felt sand anywhere other than this specific space. This was an indication, It had to be.

Time and Sand, Time and Sand, where do we find time and sand together. Time and sand... Her mind rushed frantically through a dozen options, none fitting the criteria, while Miles smirked at her foolishness.

And then, Oh shit, HOURGLASS! She practically jumped and nearly fell, as she comprehended the answer. With the newfound energy, she pushed the door, and it opened with a BANG! Her hand went to her pocket and she almost shrieked as she felt her phone, about which she had completely forgotten the moment she set her step in here. Taking it out and switching on the flashlight, she trailed into the room. Looking around and tripping on a dozen articles, she finally located the semi-broken hourglass. She held it under the flashlight and the words, upstairs, three rooms right, written in red, came to sight.

She glanced around the room once more, to make sure that there was nothing she was leaving out.

Her eyes stopped their search as her eyes fell on the five drawers of the broken cupboard on which the hourglass was kept. Only one of the drawers was in place, and that made it seem out of place in midst of all the chaos. She pulled at it, Once, Twice, Thrice, before it gave way. A blue file lay inside it. She picked it up, hoping to find some useful information and rushed on to the next step of her search.

On the other side, a corner of Miles's mind was terrified and nagged him to do something before it was too late, and he became the loser of his own game. But he just sat there, not moving an inch, as he watched Pooja running towards her next destination.

The next door, to her surprise, was pretty sturdy and opened easily. No catch this time? Unbelievable. As far as she had come to know Miles Danvers, setting up clues right in front of her eye was a far-fetched possibility.

She double-checked the exterior. Nah, nothing here, she was sure of it. Her silent steps fell on the hardwood floor as she looked around in the room for the clue. Her mind got distracted and worry came flooding back. Will she be able to save them? Was she even going to make out of her alive?

Suddenly, her foot struck something and,

"Twoooo Roooomsss Toooo Theee Rightttt..."

The Echo and her Shriek came almost simultaneously. And with the two sounds, mixed the third one of a cackle, from Miles.

The sudden rush of Adrenaline left her panting.

After a few minutes wasted in overcoming it, she kicked the weird machine once more. The Echo came again, this time clearer than the first one. But since, she didn't trust her ears, or maybe it was just her anger speaking, she kicked it once more.

Two rooms to the right was her next destination. She moved towards the exit, having checked the surroundings already and no clue found.

A few footsteps outside the room later, a thought struck her. She rushed back to the previous room, and using her flashlight, picked up the echo machine and checked it thoroughly.

And right her intuition was! A piece of paper stuck between the lined back. She took it out and unfolded it. It was a code.

M14-6D9

She looked around. There had to be something that opened with the code.

Wow! Such thorough checking! She rolled her eyes, berating her self.

And as she did so, her mind went back to every time Lex had called her the living image of the 🙄 emoji.

A light, sorrowful chuckle escaped her, along with a lone tear.

She let it drop and moved on to complete the mission she had partaken in.

She searched, and Nah, Nothing at all. Pooja doubtfully looked around. Was she missing out on something, or was it just another one of Miles' Red Herrings to mislead her?

Five seconds and temporarily deciding on the second option, she went out to the next room and thought of coming back to this later.

Pooja went to grab the surprisingly well-kept handle, and in a reflex pulled it back. The handle was abnormally hot. It felt out of nowhere. No fire, no nothing, how the hell was the door handle so freaking hot?!

Of Course, she couldn't twist and turn a burning hot doorknob and harm her chances of success. So, she decided on other ways of opening the door. She kicked, pushed, forced it with the tad bit of strength left in her, but the door didn't even budge a single inch.

Her ankle sprained with the forceful kicking, she sat down. Tears rolled down her eyes, but she couldn't decide why.

The pain in her ankle, the fear of failing or a mix of both?

But obviously, No pain greater than letting down those whom you love.

She couldn't comprehend the time she was losing as she sat there, crying silently. She slowly started to rise, but couldn't bother to wipe her tears. Wasn't this what Miles Danvers wanted to see? She let him enjoy his short-lived victory.

Forgetting that the doorknob was hot as hell, she held it, and before she could withdraw her hand, her eyes fell on a cuboidal machine stuck just below the spherical structure.

This time, she did wipe the water from her glassy eyes, to get a better look.

Pooja switched on the flashlight and looked closely at it. So this was the mini devil burning her palm. After a few minutes of scrutinizing the black box closely, her eyes caught a red button on the downside of it. She went on to switch it off, and as soon as she did, the faint, almost inaudible buzz coming from it stopped.

The devil had been silenced.

But she knew that it would take time for the knob to cool down. She searched her jean pockets, and luckily her baby blue handkerchief with a neat P Alekhya has sewn on it was there to save the day.

She folded the kerchief in half and with it tried twisting the knob. A Few failed attempts later, she slowly opened the door.

But as soon as the light fell inside the room, her phone and kerchief, both fell on the floor.

The floor swayed under her feet. In front of her on a one-arm broken couch, lay Ethan.

Her Ethan.

The only light-emitting source of the room now lay covered on the floor, preventing her from taking a better look. And she was shaken to the core by the way events unfolded, layer by layer, that there was nothing to say at all.

Her brain froze, all ideas drowning down the drain, her confidence uprooted by the pain she felt seeing her love like that. A Thousand thoughts spiralling in her mind, but she pushed them aside. Her knee bruised by the fall, her feet wobbled as she tried to get up. Garnering strength on an empty stomach & little sleep was becoming increasingly difficult for her, but she needed to go on.

Giving up was never an option

She got up and decided to look around for a way out of the musty building with Ethan, all while hiding from Miles' eyes. Because he had been keeping an eye on her.

Picking up her phone, she directed the light around the room. Raggedy and Unclean, her fingers clenched around her phone as she felt fury fill in her veins. If she didn't have morals, she would have killed Miles herself at that very instant.

There were no cupboards or drawers anywhere around the room. She strolled around with careful steps and heard dry leaves and glass crunching underneath her foot. Pooja looked at the floor, and seeing its condition, didn't hope to find anything helpful.

That's when her eyes fell on a piece of paper. She picked the dust-coated sheet which had become brown from its originally white colour. She tried opening it up using a single hand but ended up tearing it a bit. Pocketing her phone, she opened the sheet up gently and then took the phone out again. Flashing the light, she slowly went through the contents.

It was a map of the building, and she had never felt as grateful as she did at the moment.

She studied it closely, carefully and located a narrow stairway at the corner of the first floor, i.e. the floor she was on, that would lead her out of the building without having to use the main entrance.

She needed to take E out of here, at any cost. But how in God's name was she going to carry her Dr Giraffe alone, all while making sure Miles didn't have suspicions?

She made his unconscious body sit upright as the couch creaked. This broken shit isn't going to last much longer, she thought to herself. She couldn't take any chances of getting caught. Whatever you have to do, do it quick.

She bent and locked his arms around her neck. Then, she stood up slowly and an Uff! escaped her mouth. Wish I had paid attention to the weight lifting lessons.

Pooja lifted him off the sofa and enclosed his long, really long legs, around her waist. And as she started to walk, she stumbled back and forth, and almost fell, as she gained a stable posture. She slowly got out, making sure her shoes don't prompt the creaky floorboards to begin a musical. She scooted to the farthest edge of the floor and walked quickly to reach the darkest corner.

A walk of a lifetime and approaching the darkness, her eyes struggled to make out the door for the staircase. She trusted her intuition and slowly, very carefully, placed a foot in front of the other, as she made her way down. She worried that E might get hurt, and she would hate herself for the rest of her years if that happened.

The grey light at the end of the staircase was a ray of hope for her. She thanked her past self for parking the car closer to this side of the building as she hurried to place Ethan there. She felt her pockets and found the key faster than her expectation. She opened the passenger seat and placed E down on the floor because as much as she hated it, she couldn't take chances with Miles locating him in the car in case he came for a lookout.

Phew! She was relieved that whether or not she makes it out of the mess she had got tangled in, her love will be safe. Locking him safely in, she rushed back to the mansion.

On her way back, she rushed a bit too much, all while forgetting to switch on her flashlight. She tripped badly on the stairs and fell facedown. When she got up, the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She felt a blank space in her mouth. She had lost a tooth.

She made her way back and expressed her gratitude to God for letting her make this trip safely. She remembered to shut the door behind as she left and made her quickly to the room where Ethan was held captive. A mistake she had noticed the time she looked at the map was that she had entered the wrong room.

And it was a four-leafed clover for her.

She closed the door of the forbidden room just as her ears pricked up. Tips & Taps of someone's footsteps made her heartbeat rush as she quickly moved to the actual room she was supposed to be searching.

"Hmmm" Miles arrived behind her, hands in pocket. The room in front of her didn't have a door.

"So are you planning to spend the rest of your life chillin' here? That'll be a wonderful plan!" He mocked her and the list of the number of times Poo had wanted to punch him had just become longer.

"What the fuck do you want?" She hissed.

A lopsided grin told her that he was having the best time of his life tormenting her.

"No, I just wanted to check if you will ever make out of here or not."

"And what conclusion did you arrive at?" She mocked curiosity.

"I think- No, scratch that. I am sure, that this" He gestured around him, "is your Final Destination"

His grim laughter filled the place as he went around, checking his surroundings, especially the forbidden room.

Poo had smartly switched on the Make-Hot machine to avoid any suspicions. Seeing, rather, feeling that the door handle was perfectly hot as hell, he returned, and she let out the sigh of utmost relief.

Her heart was filled with gratitude as she thanked God, over and over again, as things turned out in her favour in a place where she had no resource & no help. Although she still felt as if she had been left on the battlefield without preparation or weapons, she used her skills to pave her way safely.

The last room, surprisingly well-kept, lay open before her. Please let me pass this last one, she let out a silent prayer and went in.

Flashlight on, she looked around. This time it was only evidence and no clues and keeping that in mind she carried on her search. A bed lay at the centre of the room. All around were shelves and cupboards which had been kept to mislead her and make her waste her time. A 40% charge in her phone and the clock telling her that she had only 20 minutes left to get out safely, she hurried away.

Quickly opening one drawer and then the other, disappointment flooded her as she failed to locate any file, folder, hell, even a piece of paper.

At last, all drawers, cupboards done and nothing there at all. She felt let down, her heart palpitated. She sat down on the bed and as she placed her hand, heard the very soft scrunch of paper. The stillness of the surroundings was the reason why she could hear it.

She quickened her actions and lifted all the goddamn blankets, to reveal a bunch of paper, half folded, half-torn. She gathered them all. Suddenly she felt something stuck behind one of the sheets. Turning it revealed a USB drive.

Fuck, this was her gold!

She rushed out, picking the papers and the blue file she had collected from the first room. She remembered to check back the second one and the M something code. When she tried to reopen the door, however, she failed. All her trials went in vain. Unlike last time, the door didn't even budge this time.

And then, the entire manor shook as the roar of a bullet echoed all around her. It had been shot just next to her foot, and she stood frozen at her place. She slowly turned around, and saw Miles, with the evil expression on his face appearing to shine in dim light, standing there with a gun.

Slowly, Stuttering, Pooja asked, "What, what, t-the h, hell do you think you are, are doing?"

"I said I will give you the clues, I never said I will let you get away with them. Why would I invite my danger, when putting you to the deathbed would be much, much, easier?" Miles Danvers hissed.

"You want to do a second murder, lose the chance to save your brother forever?"

At the mention of Mark, Miles did fall a little weak, but that passed in a heartbeat.

"Girl, if I really cared about him, I would have never plotted against him in the first place. Bringing you here, was just a ploy, a mask, so that I can finish all four of you and live my life in peace."

He moved forward, one step and the next, as Pooja tried to run. He held her hand with a bone-crushing grip and twisted her hand to her back and held the gun to her cheek. She tried to free herself as she cried out in pain. Her eyes widened as the cold metal touched her skin.

She had really walked into hell at her own will.

Pooja knew her twisting and turning will not be able to help her a bit. So she tried to remember the self-defence techniques she had learnt in her teens and using her foot, kicked him hard in the groin.

He groaned in pain and his attention shifted. Pooja taking the chance, ran swiftly down the stairs, only to slip down the stairs and land on the ground floor. She incurred painful injuries and couldn't move for a good minute.

Even as she mustered the courage to sit up, her body ached in extreme pain. She must've sprained something real bad. Miles was still withering in pain, and she took the chance to get up and slowly move towards the exit.

She dragged her foot and muttered to herself,

Just one more step, just one more.

This rhyme gave her the strength as she almost made it to the door and then

AAH!

Blood splattered on the ground as the bullet pierced through her left hand, and she held the door to support herself. Tears rushed out of her eyes as Pooja screamed in pain.

At least it was her hand and not her mind that had been hurt. Even in pain, she acted smart. Throwing away the files that she held in her right hand outside, she took out the pepper spray that she always had in her pocket and sprayed a good bit of it at the approaching Miles.

It was her black, powdered dynamite, her most powerful weapon.

Coughing, Sneezing, Stumbling, Miles let out cries of help and the gun was very soon forgotten.

Smirking through her tears, Pooja chanted, It's the end Miles, It's the end.

Getting out of there, She shut off the main entrance door on his face and collected all the papers with her non-injured hand. Dragging her foot slowly, she escaped, pride and contentment filled in her heart.

Whatever she did, whatever pain she received, all paled as she bathed in the joy of the possibility of finally being able to rescue her people, her persons.

She did it, for her family...

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

PS: I would have killed Miles myself if given the chance😡 Also sorry for this dark, twisty tale after my birthday. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this mess and here's to hoping that you have a wonderful day ahead🧡! Love You!

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incorrect-clone-wars-quotes · 5 years ago

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i can’t believe we’re finally here (07.12 - Victory and Death)

“victory AND death”

they’re gonna fake their deaths

fuck i can’t do this

i’m so scared

I DONT WANNA LET GO

god this intro

this music

NONOBOBONONONO

I DONT WANT YOU TO END

what am i gonna do

that’s a gorgeous shot

it sounds like ahsokas name in the music

fuck dude

the fact that they’re all wearing her markings. DUDE.

PH SHIT

YEAAAAAAH MY FAVORITE DYNAMIC DUO LETS GOOOOOOO

the droid noises :,))))

BRO.

“he didn’t escape, i let him out.”

rex: w HAT THE FUCK??????

omg pure white clones

that’s kinda rare

OPE

maul is really just. a literal legend huh

all without a lightsaber

the most dangerous mf

DAMN BITCH!!!!!!!!

what the hell is he doing

UHHHH WHAT THE FUCK LMAO

Ohhhhhhhh that’s probably a good idea get out of hyperspace

oh shit where are they even going

corouscant??

DAMNNNNN MAUL!!!! FUCKING POWERFUL!!!!

he recked that all by himself

where’s that

what planet is that

I HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS

“if they weren’t trying to kill us i’d be proud” REX YOU CANT SAY THAT

oh shit

ooh sneaky music

is he gonna try and escape with them LMAOOOOO THEYRE NOT GONNA LET YOU IN

oh it’s just a moon

AHSOKA?????? what’s that face

is she gonna like. force stuff

ooh that’s a nice shot with the light coming across

OH FUCK THEYRE LIKE. RIGHT ON THENMOON

AHSOKA???!???????????? UHHHHHH

they didn’t even SEE MAUL???????

bruh

bro. i’ve never been more stressed out in my life

i mean i know they live but. oh my god

OH FUCK

FUUUUCK THATS A LOT

OH COURSE THEY WERE FUCKING WAITING FOR YOU. FUUUUCK

OH MY GOD NO

NONONONONONONONONONONOON

JESSE BABY!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!

you’re right they don’t :(((( you need to get out

rex thank you for saying something

:((((((( fuck

HES FUCKIGN CRYING FUUUCK

ME TOOOOO REX ME TOOOO

he’s not just a good soldier he’s a good man!!!!!

oh my god

jesse :(((((( baby come back i love you

AN IDEA???? girl.

rex doesn’t like the phrase “i have an idea” it means anakin is about to do something stupid

god droid noises are SO CUTE

oh jesus i forgot about maul

oh do. do they not know rex is freed

did he just say execute IT?????? IT????? JESSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOW DO THEY KNOW WHO DARTH SIDIOUS IS??? bro

JESSE. BABY PCME ON . I LOVE YOU.’

JESSE LISTEN TO HIM. JESSE

FUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!

“yeah i didn’t much like being a commander anyways” AHSHFHFJFJJDBFKSKFJJDJD

OH FUCK ITS HAPPENING EIGHT NOW

OH SHIT

OH SHIT!!!!

why did he have her lightsabers?? to make it look more real??

MAUL I WILL FUCKING . DESTROY YOU

DONT EVEN FUCKING THINK ABOUT IT

YOU BITCH

MAUL!!!!! i will MAUL YOU!!!!!

jesse :((((((((( come on

OH FUCK

JUST UHHH USE THE FORCE

YEAH DROIDS!!!!!

NOOOOOO

FUCKING MAUL!!! FUCK OFF!!!!

catch it with the FORCE

YEAH!!!!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh fuck oh fuck

DONT LET GO DONT LET GO

fuck they let go

NEVER LET GO REX

fuck fuck fuck fuck

SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY GONBA DO NOW

well fuck

oh course he fuckign got away

jesus

THAT WAS SO FUCKIGN COOL WAIT

REPLAY

OH MY GOD

FORCE USE THE LIGHTSABERS AND DIG A HOLE

BRO. AWESOME

no one:

rex: being thrown off of platforms and falling against his will

someone make a series this has happened so often

oh fuck

OH FUCK

I FORGOT THEY WERE DOWN THERE AHAHHAA

PH SHIT LMAOOO

NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NOOONONONONOONONONO

holy shit if these aren’t the two most powerful goddamn people in the galaxy. BRUH.

of course it’s the furthest one away OF COURSE

IT HAPPENED AGAIN DHFJFKJFKDKFJDKIFS

HE LOOKS SO FUNNY

GODDAMNIT LMAOOOOO

FUCK SHE GOT HIT

cmon rex baby you got it

haha yeah you’re gonna break apart

and that’s on letting a psychopath loose 😌

FUCKING JUMP GIRL!!!!!!!

WHAT THE FUCK

WHATS GOING ON

I THOUGHT SHE MADE IT EHATS HAPPENING

FUCK

FIND HER REX

that’s terrifying lmao

oh thank god holy shit

FUCK!!!!!!!!!

WHAT???????? COME ON!!!!!!!!!

JESUS CHRIST

force push cmon

just FUCKING GRAB OT AHSOKA

HOLY FUCK OH MY GOD

jesus christ

oh my fucking god

they fucking . made it

can you BELIEVE!????????

is this the fake graveyard scene

perhaps?

jesus this looks so creepy

they took down an entire fucking. BATTLE SHIP BY THEMSELVES

absolute legends

yeah it’s the fake graves

that’s a shovel

THE ROBE. OH MY GOD

OH MY HOD

OH MY GOD

THE FUCKING . BRO

oh my god.

jesse

the symbolism?? amazing

what’s this????

oh boy

i don’t like this music

what’s happening

IS THIS THE FUCKINGN EMPIRE??????????

THIS IS THE FUCKING EMPIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!

THATS A FUCKIGN STORMTROOPER!! BITCH!!!!!!!

nope

absolutely not

i will not be finishing this episode

NOPE. WILL NOT.

it only takes 0.2 seconds of darth vader breathing for me to absolutely fucking peace out

NO FUCKING WAY. NO.

fuck but i have to finish it

SHIT

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

are they gonna show him

I DONT WANNA SEE

FUUUUUUCK

can he like. sense her presence

i hate this what the fuck

FUCK

DONT EVEN . WHAT THE FUCK

BRO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ITS HER FUCKING BIRD THING!!! SHE CAN SEE SHES WATCHING!!!!!!!

man fuck this

HES GONNA TAKE IT?????

fuck that shot man

wtf

WHAT THE FUCK

oh my god

#the clone wars #anakin skywalker #star wars #obi wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #obi wan #clone wars #captain rex #tcw #tcw spoilers #clone wars spoilers #clone wars season 7

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justimagineitblog · 5 years ago

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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 7

A/N: Here is Chapter 7! Thank you so much for your prompts! If yours wasn’t used in here, sit tight because it will probably come into play in the next chapters x I hope you guys enjoy the little flashback toooo......

This one is extra long to make up for my absence, I’ve had some family troubles going on which is always 10x worse because we’re confined in quarantine together and I know many many people are struggling with being around and stuck with toxic family members too...

I hope this gives you some escape during this time, it certainly did for me xx

I’ve been sitting here mulling over this paper work for so long the words are starting to blend together. But I refuse to stop working. It’s my only distraction from thinking about what happened at the meeting yesterday. God knows what kind of consequences Michael received for putting Gina in her place.

My heart lurches as the door to the office opens, but it settles again once I see that it’s only Polly coming in, cursing as she wrestles with her coat.

“Fuck it’s cold out there” he hisses as she looks over and realises I’m here way earlier than I need to be “You’re here early”

“Couldn’t sleep” I sigh “Figured I’d give myself some extra time to get back into the swing of things, in case I’ve forgotten”

“You haven’t forgotten, you’re too good at it” she winks, reassuring me.

I want to talk. I want to talk about anything and everything with her. But all I can seem to want to bring up is Michael and what happened yesterday.

Reading the look on my face, she gives me a sad smile.

“I called him last night. Apparently Gina seemed to be surprisingly reasonable when he got home” She pauses, before continuing with a smirk “Maybe some things you said put her into place”

Trying not to make it incredibly obvious, I exhale slightly in relief. I didn’t even realise I had been holding my breath.

“Is he coming in today?”

“Yes, he is, work as usual”

God. I can’t tell if that makes me happy or makes me want to crawl into a hole. It still feels weird to me, the prospect of being around him but as virtual strangers. Not as lovers. And then there’s the fact that Gina has suddenly had a change of heart and is letting Michael work with me. Is that all just manipulation? Is this just part of her game?

“And Gina is letting him?” I blurt out “Are you sure she didn’t fall and hit her head on the way home?”

Polly scoffs, “I think she already hit her head a long time ago… But, I also think she realised you were right about this benefiting her. That’s if she’s as smart as she is bitchy”

Polly chuckles and I can’t contain my own laugh as she sits down across from me at our work desks.

No matter what Gina is doing, whatever game she is playing by acting okay with all of this, I still flashback to the day Michael asked me to stay away from him and Gina.

“Whatever she is thinking, I still think it’s only best if I try and keep out of their way as much as possible-“

Polly sighs. I know she’s frustrated. I know she wants Michael to be served giant reality check and shake him out of whatever trance he’s in. And I want to do that to. I want to hold him, I want to bring him back. But my mind is constantly in battle about whether he can be brought back or not.

You see, I was sure that he loved me. And then I had that ripped away from me. Since then, nothing feels certain to me. Everything feels like its an unknown. Like I’m just waiting for the rug to be pulled out from under my feet without warning. So how could I ever be sure of anything Michael does from now on?

“You know it’s about time you start putting yourself first” Polly raises her brows at me.

I hum in reply as I stand up from my desk to make a much needed cup of coffee. Putting myself first isn’t my strong suit, and I really do not wanting to get into that conversation at this hour in the morning.

This time when the office doors swing open again they bring with them not only a cold breeze, but Tommy, Arthur and Michael.

I’m greeted with them shivering and grumbling ‘good-morning’ as they try and shake the cold. I’m dying to look at Michael, to read his face, to see what stories his eyes have to tell today. But I don’t. I keep my head down, continuing to make my coffee.

“One of those for me?” Tommy asks playfully, smiling as he comes up next to me. When I look over at him, he gives me a little nudge and a reassuring smile. He knows how hard this is for me to be here, around Michael. This is his way of letting me know he’s got my back today.

“I’m making coffee, does everyone want one?” I call out to the chattering Shelby family behind me, who are all taking seats around the table for our morning meeting.

“Only if it’s an Irish one” Arthur replies with a laugh, earning a disapproving slap on the arm from Polly.

I smile to myself as I make our coffees. I still remember the way they all like it. Without even having to think about it. How many sugars they take. Who likes a lot of milk and who doesn’t. And I missed this. Making coffee for the Shelby’s on a cold winters morning, getting us ready for the day ahead. Like our little ritual.

As I carry the hot drinks over to them, handing them into their cold hands, this is the first time I take a look at Michael. We make some fleeting eye contact as I hand him his drink last, before sitting down at the only seat left. The one directly across from him. Goddamn it. I swear that Tommy, Polly and Arthur would have planned this.

Tommy launches into todays plans straight away. But it doesn’t take long for his talking to fall into the background as my attention goes to Michael. Moments ago he was listening to Tommy intently, but now, he’s staring at the mug in front of him like he’s seen a ghost.

Making Michael coffee used to be our thing. He used to hate coffee. But for some reason, he liked the way I made it for him. Lots of sugar. Not a lot of milk. Not to hot, but enough to warm you up on a cold day. My heart starts to race. His face is twisted into a half smile, half frown. Like this moment is painfully bittersweet. God knows its such a trivial thing. But it was our thing. Every morning we would kiss in the kitchen, and I’d hand him a warm mug as we woke up together. This would have been the first time in over 6 months that we have shared that moment again. And of course, these are the circumstances its under.

He fiddles with the mug, running his hands over it before shaking his head. I wonder what he is thinking, what he might be remembering, as he stares into the coffee like his mind is elsewhere…

FLASHBACK

Michaels bare feet pattering down the hallway behind me is followed by a steady pair of hands that wrap themselves around my waist.

He pulls me back against his chest and I let myself sink into him, my head falling back to rest against his shoulder.

“Good morning” he mumbles, pressing soft kisses along my neck and jawline. His strong arms tighten around my waist, enveloping me in warmth.

“Hi” I coo in return, turning in his arms to face him.

I smile immediately at the sight of him. I always do. His eyes are tired, puffy, his hair pushed all out of place.

He closes his eyes in content as I run a hand through his hair. Biting down on his bottom lip, he pulls at my waist to get me closer to him. Our bodies are pressed up against one another, my arms draped over his shoulders and around his neck. There’s no way I could get closer to him than this, but still, he always tries. And I don’t mind. At all. I think we would be constantly joined at the hip if we could.

“Have I told you how much I love you?” He whispers jokingly. I couldn’t even count up all the ways Michael tells me and shows me his love. It’s every day. It’s in both grand gestures and in little moments. Like flowers for no reason. Kissing me in front of his friends and family. Always holding my hand when we’re out, and giving it a little squeeze when he knows I’m anxious. The way he looks at me from across the room, and already knows what I’m thinking.

“No, I don’t think you have mentioned it before…” I furrow my brows, pretending to think.

“You’re right” he nods “There aren’t enough words in the English dictionary for that”

My heart flutters, skipping all kinds of beats. We’ve been together for four years now. But no one. No. One. Has the effect on me that Michael does to this day.

“ ‘I love you’ will just have to do then” I chuckle

“Well in that case, I fucking love you”

Every time he says it, it’s like the first time. With an intense passion. It never gets old. He never uses it flippantly. It never loses it’s meaning. He still looks at me with those eyes, with awe and love. And god knows I still look at him like that. From the moment I met Michael I looked at him like he hung the stars and the sun in the sky himself. I adore this man. Being those close to him, I can see all the little freckles scattered across his nose. I could spend the rest of my life counting the. His eyelashes are fluttering and behind them are his eyes. The colour of the Tenerife sea. I can see the little creases and lines, from laughing and smiling. I hope I put some of them there.

He watches me back, admiring me just as intently as I am admiring him.

“You’re so beautiful” he breathes, barely even in a whisper. Like it was a thought that slipped out, that he didn’t even mean to say out loud.

He presses his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly. It’s tender, but without enough passion to make me want to take him straight back into that bedroom down the hall.

When he pulls away, his eyes stay closed for a moment, his forehead resting on mine. Savouring the moment. I wish I could live in this moment right here with him forever. In fact, I’m not quite sure what I would do with myself without these moments. Without Michael.

“Coffee?” I ask, as the kettle finally boils in the background.

“Mmm,” he hums nodding “Please”

He lets me go from his grip, and hops up on the kitchen counter. He sits on the edge, watching me endearingly as I make his coffee just the way he likes it.

“3 sugars, warm but not to hot, just a dash of milk for one Michael Gray” I smile proudly as I stand between his legs, handing him his drink.

These are my favourite days. If I could freeze frame this I would. But I know I don’t have to. Michael is my forever. And I want to spend the rest of my forever waking up like this.

He chuckles, smiling down at me gratefully as we drink our coffee together.

FLASHBACK ENDS

Suddenly Tommy’s voice gets louder as I come back to reality, realising I’ve just been lost in a memory. I look around the table nervously, relieved to find that no one noticed. Oh god how long was I distracted for.

“And finally, Isabelle… You’re willingly accepting and returning to the role of Head of Acquisitions?” Tommy asks me, a smile on his face. He already knows the answer. Tommy and I were quite the pair back before I left the company. Little partners in crime. He always trusted me, from the get go. And I’ve missed my job. Michael aside, I think I would always found myself working for the Shelby’s.

“Yes sir” I nod back, and Arthur cheers excitedly, clapping his hands.

“You still remember what to do?” Tommy teases

“I might have to fix up the damage you did while I was gone but I’m sure I can handle it” I tease back, earning a laugh from Polly. She always loved having another female working around the company to even things out.

In the corner of my eye I can see a fleeting smile on Michael’s face, before he clenches his jaw and it disappears. Like he’s trying not to reminisce on how much this feels like old times.

“Right, that’s all then?” Polly asks Tommy, and he nods.

“That’s it, everyone clear?”

I’ve got my work already cut out for me today. Now that I’m back in the Shelby company as Head of Acquisitions, I’ve got a lot of liaising the catch up on. A lot of companies that invest in us, that we protect in return who I need to check in on and make sure all ends of our deals are being held up. This is my forte.

And luckily, it’s going to keep me busy and distant from Michael. What I said to Polly earlier still stands. I still need to keep my distance from him. I have to. I can’t expect that he is ever going to snap out of whatever he is caught up in and come back to me. Cause god knows I cannot tell what this man is thinking or where his head is at anymore. I will only break my own heart even more if I wait for something that might never happen.

We all leave the meeting table and I gather my paper work from my desk before heading out for the day. And it’s a long day. But luckily for me, our clients and business partners were mostly excited to see me back in the business. And because of this, they were willing to comply with almost anything. See Arthur had temporarily taken over my role while I was out of the company, and he has a much more… unconventional way of liaising with clients.

It’s dark, almost 6pm by the time I begin to head back to the Shelby limited office, to finish up my paper work from this morning before going home. Adamant that no one is going to be in the office, I let myself in and finally relax from today. I even do something I used to do all the time when I was alone in here, which is flick the radio on and hum along.

Completely content with myself, I float around the desks organising my files and folders, signing of on legal forms and feeling some kind of familiarity and normality in my life again. Maybe I don’t have Michael. Maybe when I leave here tonight, I’m going home alone instead of home to him. But at least I have this. This job. Something to cling on to, something familiar from before my life was turned upside down.

As I flitter past the radio I turn it up louder, swaying to myself. But I’m snapped out of my temporary bliss when I hear a door open and shoes walking across the floorboards.

I spin around, completely startled to find Michael standing, staring back at me just as shocked.

“Fuck” I hiss, placing a hand over my chest as I try to steady my heart rate “I didn’t realise you were here” I stutter over my words.

He shakes his head quickly, his eyes darting to the ground then back up at me nervously.

“No I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you” he quickly replies “I didn’t even hear you come in until I heard the music”

My attention quickly turns to the radio, which is playing obnoxiously in the background. I reach to turn it off, but he stops me before I can.

“Wait, it’s fine, I like it on” he rubs his neck, as the tension and awkwardness just grows stronger.

I nod in reply “I was just finishing up some paper work, I’ll just finish it up a home” I side step away from him, heading over to my desk.

“No, no don’t, I’m going back to my office I was just checking to see who was here ” He insists, and I watch him wearily.

Weeks ago he was staring at me stone cold, heartless, asking me to stay away. Now he’s apologising for accidentally frightening me and insisting that I can finish my work here.

We stand there like fools, both not knowing what to say to each other.

Say something Michael. My mind is begging. Just say what you’re thinking.

But of course, he doesn’t speak. He just stares at me, like he’s not sure where to look or when to speak. Or maybe he’s scared of what might come out of his mouth if he lets himself speak. What he might confess. Reveal.

I begin to play with my hands nervously. How long is he going to fucking stand here for?

My question is answered when he buries his hands in his pockets and gives me a nod, before turning and heading back to his office.

I’m still glued to my spot until he closes the door behind him and he is out of my sight.

So much for a relaxing night alone, finishing off paper work.

I’m only in the office for another 30 minutes maximum, as I rush around trying to get this work over and done with. I went from wanting to hang out here all night, alone and working with the radio going to desperately hurrying to get out of here like my life depends on it.

I’ve probably filed the remainder of the papers wrong, and will have to deal with that tomorrow. But that seems like a pretty good option compared to being stuck alone in here with Michael.

Finally signing of the last document, I lock up all the windows and check the doors are locked too. I wrestle my coat on and clutch at my keys nervously, making my way to Michael’s office.

Just tell him you’re leaving and then go.

“Uh, I’m gonna head home. I locked up all the ” I begin, as I step into the door way of his office, clutching at my keys and bag nervously. As my eyes fall over him, I find him sitting at his desk, his head hanging in his hands.

When he hears my voice his head shooting in my direction, as I startle him. He quickly tries to compose himself, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

“Uh yeah okay thanks” He breathes, his face distorted in embarrassment.

He looks exhausted. His eyes blood shot and tired. Like some weight has been on his shoulders and its getting harder and harder to carry.

I realise I’m just standing there staring at him. That’s something that Michael and I seem to be finding ourselves doing a lot recently, because we can’t find the words to say to one another (or maybe we know exactly what we want to say and can’t bring ourselves to say it ). I quickly turn on my heels, wanting nothing more than to run out of there.

I’m almost at the door when I hear him suddenly call out my name.

“Izzy!” He calls, and I halt in my tracks immediately at the sound of my name. At the sound of him saying my name.

“Just wait a second, will you come here?” he asks out breath from the other side of the room.

I pause at the door for a moment, gathering my composure before I turns around and face him. I take a few steps closer to him and he does the same.

I don’t speak, I just wait, holding my breath in anticipation for the words that follow.

“You don’t need to avoid me like this” he breathes, his chest rising and falling heavily, and I can tell his heart is pounding.

I don’t need to avoid him like this. Are you kidding me?

He returns from America after not hearing from him in 6 months, with a wife. He demands me to keep my distance. To quit the job at the pub. To leave the company. For his sake and for his wives sake. And now he wants to stand there and tell me I don’t have to avoid him?

With all the rage and disbelief bubbling in me, I expect myself to launch into a screaming match, yelling at him about how dare he tell me I don’t have to avoid him.

But suddenly, all I can do laughs in complete and utter disbelief. My arms raise and fall back down by her sides in exasperation.

“What do you want Michael?” I beg, shaking my head at him “You told me to stay away… so thats what I’m doing. You came back from America with a new fucking wife. Am I supposed to act like everything is fine? You wanted this Michael! You told me to keep my distance. This what you wanted!”

Now my chest is rising just as heavily as his. I shake my head at him. I cannot believe this man who I used to know inside and out, is now the single most confusing thing to me on this earth.

He looks down, turning his back to me as he puts his coat on and picks up his hat.

I glare at him in anger, thinking that he’s just about to say nothing yet again. But when he turns back to face me, my stomach drops. As our eyes meet, I discover that there are tears welling up in them.

And then, a tear spills over, rolling down his cheek.

“You’re right. I wanted this” He breathes, sounding completely unconvinced, his voice quiet and shaky.

And just like that, he turns and leaves the room, exiting the building through the back alley door. As I stand in the lurch, left in the wake of the tsunami of emotions between Michael and I, one word rattles around in my head.

‘Wanted’

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New Roommate (Part 2)

It’s been a few weeks ever since Jin moved into my dorm room, and I would say it was going pretty well. I enjoyed being alone, having peace and quiet to myself, but it did get lonely sometimes here and there. I’ve always thought of having another roommate, but I wasn’t expecting it to be my bias and bias wrecker. I thought I had hit the roommate jackpot. Not only was he kind, he did his fair share of the housework, and he could cook. And cook well. His good looks didn’t hurt either.

Except they did. And as the weeks went on and turned into months, I found myself growing increasingly frustrated. It doesn’t help that it was the first time either of us had a roommate of the opposite sex. It led to situations where I’d walk out of the bathroom in only a towel, hair dripping wet, and he’d be in the living room watching a show, trying to keep his jaw from dropping to the ground.

Or when he’d come back from a morning jog and be so sweaty that he’d strip his shirt off the moment he stepped in the apartment without thinking, just wanting to get the drenched fabric away from his body. And I’d be left in the kitchen trying not to have my breakfast dribbling down my chin. It was an automatic reaction, but both of us found your habits gradually changing as time went on.

Why couldn’t I have had an average looking roommate, or even a slightly above average one? I’ve started locking the door every time I change after an incident where Jin came in to ask me about groceries without knocking. Instead he found me with my shirt halfway off, my bra clad chest completely exposed.

Jin has started locking the bathroom when he’s taking a shower too, after I barged in on him once. To be fair though, I really had to go that time. The curtain was drawn anyways, so I didn’t see anything… Not that I wanted to see anything. Really, I swear. We’ve always slept away from each other. Me on the bed and Jin on the fold out couch. I know it would be weird if both of us were sleeping together cause that’s kinda like...you know.

Sometimes I feel embarrassed when Jin’s in my room. I don’t know why, but I’m controlling myself from saying something stupid. Also, I feel sort of...different in front of Jin. Like, whenever I see him or sit next to him, I get this weird feeling in me. When I’m alone, I feel fine. It just goes back and forth. And you know what’s really annoying and embarrassing? Not only do I feel different around Jin, but my brain gives me these pictures of me unbuttoning Jin’s shirt.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I control my brain?! Jin didn’t do anything wrong, and neither did I. It’s just this pesky thing called sexual tension. Curse my hormones. I don’t want to say I like Jin. I mean, I do, but not in a boyfriend type of way. I just like him. As a friend. I think he feels the same way, too. At least, I hope so. None of the other members know about this. I really don’t want them to know about this. But, they’re gonna find out one day. Can’t wait for that.

To be honest, I really wanted to have sometime to myself. I couldn’t keep up with all this. And if you think that’s not worse, the next thing I’m about to tell you is. The other members went on a trip and guess who’s stuck with Jin? Yep, that’s right. Me. I’m already going crazy with this sexual stuff in my brain and now Jin and I are alone in the house. Great.

Thank god he went out of town. I can finally have some alone time, and I mean alone time. I settle in with a glass of wine and start my solo session of Netflix and chill. No really, I’m not kidding. I had my laptop and everything, the newest season of the Baby-Sitters Club came out. However, my session is interrupted when my phone vibrates halfway through my second episode.

[Jin]

I miss you, Navya.

The message is followed by a slightly blurry selfie of Jin, but it’s clear enough that I can see the ruddiness of his cheeks, hinting that he is probably not the most sober right now, and also the fact that his shirt. Is completely. Unbuttoned. Excuse me, what? From what else I can discern, it seems like he’s in a bathroom of some sort, probably the one at his friend Ken’s house, whom he’d been staying with. My cheeks flare up at the image on my phone.

Sure, I’ve seen him shirtless before, but that was an accident, and I was too shocked to actually get a good look at him. Now, I have an image of his bare chest and toned abs immortalized on my phone. Shit, am I drooling? I shake my head vigorously, trying to clear my mind of anything that shouldn’t be in there. And there is a lot that shouldn’t be there. I take a few deep breaths before replying to his message.

[Me]

Jin… Did you mean to send that?

I watch the pulsing three dots that show that he is typing, holding in a breath.

[Jin]

Wait, is this not Navya’s number?

[Me]

… Um, it is

So wait, he meant to send that?

[Me]

Why did you send that?

[Jin]

I said already~ I miss you~

I scream internally, my cheeks flushing with enough heat to set something on fire. In fact, I’m surprised that there aren’t little flames on my face already.

[Jin]

I tnihk I’m drukn

[Me]

You think?

[Jin]

Ya… I’m slepeyy toooo~ can you tuck me in?

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My hands shake as I type in my reply.

[Me]

You’re in the next city over. I can’t.

And thank god. If he was right in front of me don’t know if I’d be able to refuse him.

[Me]

Go to sleep Jin, you’re going to have a bad hangover in the morning.

[Jin]

If that’s what you want, I will~

I let out the breath I had been holding when I finish reading the last message, glad that it’s finally over, but are startled by one last message. Another photo, to be exact.

[Jin]

Good night~

In the picture, Jin is puckering up those plump lips of his, as if he is kissing my mouth. Maybe it’s the wine, but I can’t help but think where else I’d like him to—no. Shit. Shit. No. I can’t do this. I lock my phone and toss it beside me on the bed, lying back on the mattress. I should probably sleep now, that exchange tired me out. I momentarily get back up to put away my laptop then return to the bed, tucking myself under the covers.

However, as the night goes on and I toss and turn more, I keep on find the image of Jin with his shirt unbuttoned creeping into my mind once again, and a heat spiraling between my legs.

“Fuck it.” My hand starts smoothing down my body until it reaches the junction between my legs. Maybe an orgasm will tire me out enough to get me to sleep. And if Jin is what gets me off this time, well, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

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I’m a bit giddy when I wake up, perhaps because I had let out a little of the sexual frustration that had been building since moving in with Jin. However, that all comes to a halt when he walks in the door during my breakfast.

You see, when I made the choices I did last night, I didn’t really consider how it would affect how I would see Jin. I mean, I am already stupidly attracted to the guy, how much worse can it get?

A lot, apparently. Because imagining him in the way I did last night just makes me want him more. Fuck. I hate myself. I gotta distract myself.

“Jin! You’re back.” Wow, Navya. Smooth. Real smooth.

“Yeah, didn’t I tell you when I was coming back?” He asks. “You did, you did. I’m just tired.” All thanks to me. “Welcome back, Jin. How did your trip go? Did you have fun?” I flash him a smile and I hope it’s not too forward. “Oh, I had an amazing time! We all went out to party everyday and ate at different restaurants! You should’ve come, Navya! I think you would’ve have a blast with us!” Jin says. “T-that does sound really fun. M-maybe next time?” I say.

“Maybe.”

“Why don’t you get unpacked? You’re probably tired too.”

“Yeah, I’m still kinda nursing a hangover. I went out drinking last night,” he explains while rubbing his temples. “I’ll leave you to your breakfast. I’ll be in my room if you need anything.” He starts walking back to his room. I let my gaze linger after him, and as I scan my eyes over Jin’s broad shoulders, I realize that he hasn’t mentioned anything about last night’s text exchange.

Thank god, because I am not looking forward to that conversation. But I also wonder if he remembers at all? Oh well, he’s going to find out soon enough, since the messages are still on his phone. That’s going to be fun.

I sigh before taking another bite of my bagel. I’m almost finished with one half when Jin comes out of the bathroom, changed into new clothes. “Hey, do you mind if I cook dinner tonight?” He says as he slides into the chair across from me. My first instinct is to nod vigorously, because each time Jin has cooked dinner, it has been amazing, and I’d always gone to bed with my stomach full.

However, while I’m not going to take back my agreement to let him cook, because good food is good food, I can’t help but internally panic at his offer. I know it’s not a date, because we’ve done this countless times before, but recent events are making me anticipate tonight in a way I don’t think I should.

“S-sure, that sounds good. Do you need groceries? I can get them for you,” I offer, needing to get out of the apartment and put some space between me and Jin. “You don’t have to do that.” Jin says.

“It’s fine! I already have some errands to run, so it’s no problem.” It’s true, I was planning on making a grocery run anyway. “Why don’t you make a list of what you need, and I’ll buy it for you.” I think this is a pretty reasonable offer. Which is why I’m surprised when Jin shakes his head no.

“Why don’t I just come with you? It’ll be easier that way. Besides, wouldn’t you want help carrying all those groceries?”

“S-sure.” Well, there goes Operation Avoid Jin for as Long as Possible™.

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A few hours later, we were at the supermarket. “Um, you said we needed eggs, right?“ I ask as I scan the fridge shelves.

"Yep.”

“Uh, okay.” I stare up at the top shelf, where the last carton lies. Shit. It’s just out of my reach. Why do supermarkets even put things there? Don’t they want customers to actually be able to buy—

“Here.” While I was busy with my internal rant against supermarkets, Jin had taken it upon himself to use his height to his advantage and grab the carton for me. “If you wanted help, you could’ve just asked.” He says, a little smirk playing at the ends of his lips. “I-I was fine,” I stutter, and I hope he can’t see the way my cheeks heat up, because he was standing really close to me.

“Really? Then why were you staring at the top shelf for the past five minutes?” A little puff of air escapes from his mouth, hinting that he is trying to hold in a laugh.

“Oh my god, let me live.” I bat at his free arm, covering my mouth to stifle my own laugh. My chest swells with relief that Jin took it upon himself to break the tension.

“Don’t worry about it. It was cute.” And now the tension is back.

“Uh, let me put this in the cart—” I reach for the carton, when I’m interrupted by a shrill squeal.

“What an adorable couple,” says an lady on the far side of middle age as she waddles up to me and Jin, carrying a huge purse almost a quarter of her size. “You’re both so good looking! And isn’t he so sweet to help you out like that, I know my husband would never do something like that.”

“Oh, we’re not—”

“Thank you so much, ma'am. But we really need to get back to shopping. It’s date night you know, I’m making her dinner,” he says with a wink, and the lady swoons. I would be unamused at his antics, if he didn’t have a similar effect on me.

“A man who can cook! You’ve really found yourself a keeper.” The lady nudges me with her elbow, sending her own wink my way.

“Y-yeah. I sure have.” The smile on my face is abnormally tight and to anyone but this woman it would be obvious that it’s fake. Jin can sense my discomfort, and grabs my arm to lead you away from the lady.

“Come on, Navya, we still need to buy the vegetables.” He starts pushing the cart with one hand while he continues to lead me with the other one.

“Oh yes, I won’t keep you any longer. You guys seem busy.” She gives us both one last giddy wave before stalking down the next aisle.

“Thank god.” I let out the breath I had been holding in, letting go of Jin’s hand. “Come on, let’s finish shopping before she sees us again.”

“I don’t know, she was pretty nice,” Jin says with a teasing smile, the curve of his lips causing my heart to pound in a way that can’t be healthy.

“What has gotten into you lately? Why did you lie to her?” My voice lowers to a harsh whisper, just in case the lady is still lurking around.

“Well, I don’t know if you’re aware since I’m the one who usually buys the groceries,” he sounds a little bitter at that, I’m not going to lie. “But that’s the owner of the store.”

“… Oh.”

“And she also slipped me some coupons,” he smiles, mostly to himself, as he pulls out the little slips of paper from his pocket.

“When did you even get those?”

“Does it matter? Come on, lettuce is buy one, get half off!” He starts pushing the cart at a pace that makes me think that their should be shopping cart speed limits.

“Wait, Jin!” I groan before jogging after him, but I can’t help but smile as I catch up to him. Wouldn’t it be nice if it could always be like this, instead of always walking on eggshells around each other?

The rest of the shopping trip goes off without a hitch, with the store owner nowhere in sight. However, just when I think I’m out in the clear, with me and Jin walking back to his car, he grabs my hand. The action startles me so much that I almost drop the groceries I’m holding.

“Don’t turn around,” he whispers to me. “But she’s looking.” I want to groan, but I stay silent and let him intertwine his fingers through mine. He doesn’t let go until I’m loading the groceries into the trunk, even though he knows that the store owner had already gone back inside by now.

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“You sure you don’t need me to do anything?” I ask Jin as he works at the stove, an apron tied around his waist. I know it’s a bit pointless to ask at this point, he seems completely focused on his cooking, but it doesn’t hurt to ask. I feel a little bad to watch him do all this work by himself, but I know he can get caught in his own world when he cooks.

“I’m fine,” he says as he stirs something in one of the pots in front of me. “If you want, you can set the table,” he offers.

“Okay!” I immediately agree, having been looking for something to do to distract me. Because honestly, just sitting and watching Jin cook is stirring something within me. He just looks so… domestic. Would he do something like this for a girlfr—PLATES. I NEED PLATES.

I scramble over to the cupboard where we keep the plates. However, as I pull out the plates, I’m still distracted by my mental images of Jin that my grip slips on the plates, sending them hurtling to the ground. One, luckily, stays completely intact, but the other one lies shattered on the floor. “Shit!” I bend down and try to pick up the pieces of what had been the plate, but my frenzied mind doesn’t really register that touching the jagged pieces of ceramic with my bare hands, isn’t the best idea.

“Ow!”

“Navya?” Jin looks away from the food to see me crouched on the floor, holding one of my fingers to put pressure on where the skin has split open. “Oh my god!” Jin makes sure to shut off the stove before he walks over to me, making sure to avoid the shards of ceramic on the ground. “Are you alright?” He asks as he starts to lead me to the bathroom. He helps me up into the counter before looking under the sink and taking out the first aid kit.

“I’m fine, I think I just cut myself, ow.” I wince as he disinfects the wound. He seems completely focused as he bandages up my finger. “God, I’m such a fuck up,” I mutter to myself, but Jin picks up on my words and his head snaps up to look me straight in the eyes.

“What? Why do you say that?” I sigh.

“Well, you’re over there cooking a full dinner that is sure to taste amazing, while I can’t even hold a plate properly.” I laugh, trying to lighten my words.

“Nonsense. We all fuck up from time to time in fact,” Jin chuckles sheepishly as he ruffles the back of his hair. “This dinner was supposed to be an apology. Because apparently I sent a certain roommate of mine some drunken nudes.”

“Well, it’s not really a nude unless it’s below the waist,” I automatically repeat my friend Marjurie’s age old saying, immediately embarrassed by my words. Jin, doesn’t seem to mind though, laughing good-naturedly at my quip.

“I guess that’s true. I’ll keep that in mind next time I send you a picture.” Now it’s his turn to be flustered. “N-not that I was planning sending you any more.” Look at that, now we’re both flustered.

“Uh, so are we still going to have dinner? I’m sorry for interrupting your cooking, you seemed really focused.” Jin gives me a small smile.

“Don’t worry about it, I was done anyways. Come on, we don’t want the food to get cold.” He takes my hand to help you off the counter. I’m still so flustered that I don’t realize that he doesn’t let go until I get back to the kitchen.

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A week later, after the disaster dinner is almost completely forgotten, I receive a text from Jin while I’m out shopping.

[Jin]

Hey, so I got off work early and was wondering if you want to try this roommate dinner thing again, since last time went so well.

I start to think over his offer, when he sends another text.

[Jin]

Actually, you can’t say no because I’m already buying ingredients.

So that answers that.

[Me]

Well, since you were so kind to give me a choice, sure. I’ll see you later.

I slip my phone back into my pocket immediately because I know if I keep looking at the messages, I’ll start to freak out. But then I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I take it out as fast as I can, not able to keep myself away.

[Jin]

Okay, then :D Can’t wait!

I never thought a happy emoticon would make me want scream, but here I am. As I go through the rest of my shopping, my mind keeps returning to the upcoming dinner. Sure, we have had dinner before, but the most recent one has made me question what the both of us have between each other. I feel that it’s clear that there is some sort of attraction to each other, especially since my talk in the bathroom. But neither of us have taken the steps to voice out exactly how I feel. And I really don’t want to make assumptions on how he feels, but at the same time, I hope I haven’t been reading the signs all wrong.

My worried thoughts motivate me to shop quicker, and I finish an hour early. I bid the shop owners goodbye before shooting Jin a quick text that I’m going to be home early, not checking to see if he answered before heading home.

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“Hey, I’m back!” I call out as I walk into what seems to be an empty house. Hmmm, maybe Jin’s still buying groceries. I dismiss the thought as you walk to your bedroom, eager to change out of your work clothes. My ears perk up as I pass the bathroom door, picking up on the sound of a steady stream of water coming down, and I stop dead in my tracks outside the door.

So that’s where he is. My face turns red when I realize what he’s doing, and heats up even more when a sound besides water pouring down on the tile joins in. A moan, to be exact.

“Navya…”

Well then. That just fucks things up even more. My hand starts to wander towards the door knob, but I quickly snatch it back before I can do something I regret. I quickly to our dorm room, not caring if he can hear the door slam shut behind me. Besides, he’s probably a bit preoccupied.

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“So, how was work?” Jin asks as he pours me a glass of wine. Apparently, the store owner saw him again and gave him a discount, saying to share it with that lovely lady of his. While I couldn’t turn down free wine, I can’t help but feel a little frustrated with her. I wonder if the candles on the table were her doing too. I wouldn’t put it past her.

All these things contribute to me feeling like this dinner is different than all the others. Or maybe it’s the way Jin is looking at me—fuck, he’s looking at me.

“Uh, work was fine.” I say before taking a sip of the wine he poured me. "How about you? How was your day?”

“Same as you. Fine.” He shrugs before sipping some his own drink. I nod, taking in the few words he said.

“That’s good—”

“We need to talk.”

“—Okay then.” I wait for him to say something, he just ends up staring awkwardly at me, before darting his eyes to focus on his wine glass instead.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a sigh. “For all this. I feel as if I’ve been confusing—” Suddenly there’s a loading knocking at the front door. Both me and Jin get up from our seats to answer it, but Jin’s longer legs let him reach the door. The door is hardly halfway open when we’re both greeted by a loud voice yelling.

“Surprise!” At your door stands a tall man, as tall as, and admittedly almost as handsome as Jin himself. Well, almost, at least.

“…Oh, it’s you, Joong.” Oh, so this is Joong. Jin doesn’t sound the most excited to see his brother.

“That’s how you greet your brother? Come on, man.” Joong’s head turns as he suddenly spots me. “Oh, never mind, I can see you were busy.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, this is just my roommate.” Joong’s face completely changes when he hears who I am, but I don’t really notice because my heart is too busy falling into my stomach with the words just my roommate. But that can’t be it, right? After all I’ve been through, I would’ve thought—"Navya, introduce yourself.“ You snap out of your daze and hold out your hand for Joong to shake.

"Hi, I’m Navya, Jin’s… roommate.” I hope that neither of the men noticed how I hesitated on the last word.

“What are you doing here, Joong?” Jin sighs as he steps aside to let his friend in, and I follow suit.

“Well, when you came to visit me a few weeks ago, I realized I’ve never been to your new place.” Joong’s already slipping off his shoes, making himself right at home.

“Yeah, you always said you were busy. What does this have to do with anything?”

“Well, guess who got some time off this week!” Joong says with a bright grin on his face, one I reciprocate halfheartedly and doesn’t return at all. If Joong notices the less than pleased expression on Jin’s face, he doesn’t say anything. “So, have you guys eaten yet?” He rubs his hands together as he heads towards the kitchen, where me and Jin’s pseudo-romantic dinner is still set up. Me and Jin jog after him, only to find him already sat down in one of the chairs. Luckily, he is courteous enough to take one of the places that aren’t set yet, leaving Jin’s and my seat free.

“Uh, I’ll get another plate.” I start heading towards the cupboard, when Jin stops me, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get the plate. He is my brother, after all.” I can only nod, a little flustered by the skin contact. I wordlessly take my seat, next to Joong and across from where Jin’s chair is. Jin quickly returns to the table balancing a plate, some utensils, and another wine glass. He sets everything in front of his brother, before taking his glass and filling it with wine. “Here, have something to drink.” I would have thought this to be a simple gesture of welcoming, but I catch a glint in Jin’s eye that suggests otherwise.

“Thanks, man.” Ken raises his and me and Jin take this as a cue to do the same. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!” Jin says with a smirk on his face, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s up to.

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“Nice call on the wine,” I say as I help load the plates into the dishwasher, Jin having already rinsed them in the sink.

“No problem, Joong has always been a sleepy drunk.” Jin glances over his shoulder to see where his brother is snoozing, head resting on the kitchen table.

“Still, I feel kinda bad. We should probably move him somewhere. The couch, maybe?” I dry off my hands before walking back to the kitchen table, inspecting Joong’s unconscious form.

“Well, since he’s my brother, technically, I don’t really want to leave him on the couch. He can take my bed.” My eyebrows raise at this, thinking about my relatively cramped couch in the living room and Jin’s broad frame.

“You sure about that? The couch is tiny, I’ll sleep there.”

“N-no, it’s fine! I don’t want to kick you out of your room,” Jin’s response comes out a bit rushed. He hoists Joong up out of his chair. “I’m going to put this guy to bed. Good night, Navya.” With that he’s dragging his friend off to his room, leaving me no more room to protest.

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Later that night, I can’t sleep. Mostly because someone else can’t. I can hear the squeaks of the springs of the couch as Jin tosses and turns, unable to find a comfortable position. I sigh. He has been like that for the past hour. Taking pity on him, I roll out of bed and trudge out to the living room.

“Jin.” My voice startles my roommate to sit up, eyes flying open. “Jin, you have been tossing and turning for the past hour. Just take the damn bed,” I almost beg, wanting to be able to get some sleep myself. Jin shakes his head no.

“I told you, I don’t want to kick you out of your—”

“Fine then share with me.” I don’t really know how to describe the sound that comes out of Jin’s mouth. Maybe a strangled yodel? “Just come on. I’m tired.” I grab his arm and pull him away from the couch to my room. “Look, there’s plenty of room,” I say, gesturing to my spacious bed. I don’t wait for him to answer before climbing into bed. I look at him expectantly, and he takes a spot at the opposite end, almost falling off the edge. I roll your eyes but let him be. You settle back on the pillows. “Good night, Jin—”

“I never got to finish what I was saying earlier.” Oh. I assume he means before Joong arrived. However, I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear it.

“Can it wait? I’m kinda tired.” I punctuate my sentence with a yawn. Jin shakes his head.

“No, I want to do this while Joong is still asleep and can’t mess anything up.” Jin turns over slightly so he can face me. “What are we, Navya? Are we friends? Are we just two people who live with each other? Because honestly, I’m not sure anymore. And I’m not sure what exactly what I want us to be either.” I can see his hand twitch by his side, wanting to reach out for me, but holding himself back. “But I know I want more.”

“Jin…”

“I feel like I’ve been pretty obvious, but you deserve to hear it directly, Navya. I really like you.” I hear him let go of a breath he must been holding in for a long time, and I start to feel as if a weight has been lifted off my chest. I unconsciously move closer to him on the bed. “And being here with you in bed tonight, it’s so hard for me to control—” I cut him off by rolling over so that I’m straddling him. “—myself,” he almost squeaks out the last word.

“Mmmhmm, and what if I don’t want you to control yourself?” I say as I boldly roll my hips against his. “You know, you have really been working me up lately.” I lean down so that my arms are on either side of his head.

“… Oh, have I?” He smirks as he takes the opportunity to roll his hip back up into mine, letting me feel the steadily growing bulge in his sweatpants.

“You have no idea what those pictures did to me.” I nestle my head into the crook of his neck, starting to scatter kisses up the skin. God, I’ve been wanting to do this for ages. I start to nibble on his earlobe, coaxing him to groan, when he tugs at my hair.

“W-wait, but Joong—”

“You and I both know Joong is out for the rest of the night. Now kiss me.” I don’t wait for any more response from before crashing my lips onto his. Finally. Once my lips touch, Jin almost immediately relaxes. One of his hands tangles in my hair, while the other grasps my waist. I start to nibble on his bottom lip, coaxing him to groan, when he tugs at my hair.

“Wait, all my condoms are in my room. And Joong’s in there…” I roll my eyes before kissing him again.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m on the pill.” "Now, don’t you think we’re wearing too much clothes?” I ask while my hands start to play with the hem of his t-shirt. I slide my palms under his shirt, running up and down the toned muscle of his abdomen. Fuck, if it feels this good, he probably looks even better. I reluctantly separate my lips from him so I can pull his shirt over his head, and oh, are my suspicions correct. “Holy shit.” Jin takes advantage of my dazed state to flip me over so that I’m the one under him now.

“My turn.” He wastes no time in tugging my shirt off. He sucks in a breath when he finds out that I had not been wearing a bra underneath it. “Shit, were you really going to wear no bra with me in bed?”

“H-hey, it’s more comfortable.” He immediately swoops in to press his lips across the top of my chest, before traveling slightly lower to take one of my nipples between his lips. “Oh my god, Jin. That feels so good.” My fingers weave through his hair so I can hold him closer, while I press my hips up into his own. After a few moments, he switches which breast he’s working on, his hand coming up to massage the breast he left unattended. As he tugs on the bud lightly with his teeth, I can’t help but let out a moan. “Shit, Jin, I need more.”

I push him off me so I can reach for the waistband of his pants, pulling the sweats down easily along with his underwear. His hard length springs free from the fabric, and I have to keep yourself from drooling. I’ve always suspected that my roommate was well endowed, and seeing it in person very much confirms my suspicions.

“Holy shit, you’re huge,” I say as I start to pump his hard member in my hand. Jin tosses his head back at the contact, letting out an almost heavenly moan.

“Navya…” He almost pants as he bucks his hips into my hand.

“Do you like that, baby?” I smirk as my pace on him increases. Instead of answering, he just pushes my hand away, pushing me back to rest on the mattress.

“Why are these still on?” He asks as he easily slides off my pajama shorts, my panties soon following. His hand goes straight to my core, his palm massaging my clit. After a few moments, he slips in a finger. “You’re so wet, oh my god.” I can hear his breath hitch when he feels how aroused I am, how aroused he made me feel. He soon adds another finger, deeming me wet enough to be able to take it, and I grind my hips into his hand as he continues to pump into me.

“Jin…” My head lolls back against the pillows as I get lost in the feeling of his fingers inside me.

“Do you like that, baby?” He asks, repeating my own words from not too long ago.

“Shit, yes. Give me more, Jin.” I whine as he removes his fingers from me, momentarily popping them into his mouth to clean them off.

“Mmmm, I don’t know if I could ever make something this good.”

“Well, technically you did help make it.” I giggle as he rolls his eyes at my quip. I don’t stop laughing until I feel him position his tip at my entrance.

“Ready?” He asks, pressing a short kiss to my lips. I place a hand on the back of his neck to guide him to look me straight in the eyes.

“Fuck me, Jin.” He groans at my words, finally pushing himself in. A moan is muffled into my neck as he adjusts to feeling my tight wet walls envelope him. After a few moments, he starts a steady pace of thrusting into me, his hands coming up to hold my thighs.

“Navya, oh, you feel so good.” I wind my arms around his neck and pull his face closer in to me.

“God, I love feeling you inside me,” I moan as I start to roll my hips up to meet his. “Fuck, go faster, Jin,” I say with a buck of my hips.

“Shit, Navya.” He wraps my legs around his torso as he starts to quicken his pace inside. He crashed his lips onto mine while his hand makes its way in between my legs, starting to thumb at my clit. My breathing starts to pick up as I feel the coil in my stomach start to tighten.

“J-Jin, I’m close,” I gasp out as my nails press into the bare skin of his back.

“M-Me too,” he groans into my neck at feeling my walls start to tighten around him. He starts to massage my clit faster. “Let go, Navya, I want to feel you come around me.”

“Jin.” I toss my head back as I ride out my high. Jin manages a few more thrusts into my tight walls before succumbing to his own pleasure, releasing inside of me. His hips drive into me as he comes down from his own orgasm, his lips coming down to capture my own. After a few moments, he slows his pace, before stopping and pulling himself out. He rolls over beside me, letting out a big breath.

“Finally,” is all he can say.

“Finally,” I agree, before reaching over to my bedside table and grabbing some tissues to clean myself up. Once I finish, I snuggle up to Jin’s bare body. God, he’s just as warm as I thought he’d be. “So what does this mean?” I ask after a few quiet moments of just cuddling against him.

“Well, for one, it means we are kicking Joong out as soon as possible because I want to do that again.” I laugh at his response, leaning up to peck him on the lips.

“Sounds good.”

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